Then ranne I to our comlye king,

These tidings fore to tell.
But ever alacke! fayes Aldingar,
Falfing never doth well.

Forgive, forgive me, queene, madame,

The fhort time I must live.

"Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar,

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And loofed her full fone:

Then turnd to look for the tinye boye;
The boye was vanisht and gone.

But first he had touchd the lazar man,

And ftroakt him with his hand: The lazar under the gallowes tree All whole and founde did stand.

The lazar under the gallowes tree
Was comelye, ftraight and tall;

King Henrye made him his head stewarde
To wayte withinn his hall.

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THE GA BERLUNZIE MA N.

A SCOTTISH SONG.

Tradition informs us that the author of this fong was K. JAMES V. of Scotland. This prince (whofe character for wit and libertinism bears a great resemblance to that of his gay fucceffor Charles II.) was noted for ftrolling about his dominions in difguile*, and for his frequent gallantries with country girls. Two adventures of this kind he hath celebrated with his own pen, viz. in this ballad of THE GABERLUNZIE MAN; and in another intitled THE JOLLY BEGGAR, beginning thus:

Thair was a jollie beggar, and a begging he was boun,
And he tuik up his quarters into a land'art toun.
Fa, la, la, &c.

It feems to be the latter of thefe ballads (which was too licentious to be admitted into this collection) that is meant in the Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors †, where the ingenious writer remarks, That there is fomething very Judicrous in the young woman's diftrefs when she thought her firft favour had been thrown away upon a beggar.

Bp. Tanner has attributed to James V. the celebrated Ballad of CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN, which is afcribed to K. James I. in Bannatyne's MS. written in 1568: And notwithstanding that authority, the Editor of this Book is of opinion that Bp. Tanner was right.

K. JAMES V. died Dec. 13th, 1542, aged 33.

*fe. of a tinker, beggar, &c. Thus be used to vifit a smith's daughter at Niddry, near Edinburgh.

+ Vol. II. p. 203.

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HE pauky auld Carle came ovir the lee Wi' mony good-eens and days to mee, Saying, Goodwife, for zour courtesie,

Will ze lodge a filly poor man?

The night was cauld, the carle was wat,
And down azout the ingle he fat;
My dochters fhoulders he gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and sang.

O wow! quo he, were I as free,
As first when I faw this countrie,
How blyth and merry wad I bee!

And 1 wad nevir think lang.
He grew canty, and he grew fain;
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir flee twa togither were fay'n,
When wooing they were fa thrang.

And O! quo he, ann ze were as black,
As evir the crown of your dadyes hat,
Tis I wad lay thee by my back,

And awa wi' me thou fould gang.
And O! quoth fhe, ann I were as white,
As evir the fnaw lay on the dike,
Ild clead me braw, and lady-like,

And awa with thee Ild gang.

Between the twa was made a plot;

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They raise a wee before the cock,

And wyliely they fhot the lock,

And faft to the bent are they gane.
Up the morn the auld wife raife,

And at her leifure put on her claiths,
Syne to the fervants bed the gaes

To fpeir for the filly poor man.

She gaed to the bed, whair the beggar lay,
The ftrae was cauld, he was away,
She clapt her hands, cryd, Dulefu' day!
For fome of our geir will be gane.
Some ran to coffer, and fome to kist,
But nought was flown that could be mist.

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She dancid her lane, cryd, Praise be blest,
I have lodgd a leal poor man.

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Since naithings awa, as we can learn,

The kirns to kirn, and milk to ean,

Gae butt the house, lafs, and waken my bairn,

And bid her come quickly ben.

The fervant gaed where the dochter lay,

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The fheets was cauld, fhe was away,

And fast to her goodwife can fay,

Shes aff with the gaberlunzie-man.

O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,

And haft ze, find thefe traitors agen;
For fhees be burnt, and hees be flein,

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The wearyfou gaberlunzie-man.
Some rade upo horse, fome ran a fit,
The wife was wood, and out o' her wit;

She could na gang, nor yet could she sit,

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But ay did curfe and did ban.

Mean time far hind out owre the lee,

For fnug in a glen, where nane could fee,
The twa, with kindlie sport and glee,

Cut frae a new cheese a whang.

The priving was gude, it pleas'd them baith,
To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith.
Quo fhe, to leave thee, I will be laith,
My winfome gaberlunzie-man.

O kend my minny I were wi' zou,
Illfardly wad fhe crook her mou,
Sic a poor man fheld nevir trow,

Aftir the gaberlunzie-mon.

My dear, quo he, zee're zet owre zonge;
And hae na learnt the beggars tonge,

To follow me frae toun to toun,

And carrie the gaberlunzie on.

Wi' kauk and keel, I win zour bread,
And fpindles and whorles for them wha need,

Whilk is a gentil trade indeed

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