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And nowe a fyer was built of wood;

And a stake was made of tree;
And now queene Elinor forth was led,

A forrowful fight to see.

Three times the herault he waved his hand,

And three times fpake on hye:
Giff any good knight will fende this dame,

Come forth, or shee must dye.

155

No knight stood forth, no knight there came,

No helpe appeared nye:
And now the fyer was lighted up,

Queen Elinor she must dye.

160

And now the fyer was lighted up,

As hot as hot might bee;
When riding upon a little white steed,

The tinye boy they fee.

"Away with that stake, away with those brands, 165

And loose our comelye queene :
I am come to fight with fir Aldingar,

And prove hinn a traitor keene."

Forthe then stood fir Aldingar,
But when he saw the chylde,

170 He laughed, and scoffed, and turned his backe, And weened he had been beguylde.

* Now

“ Now turne, now turne thee, Aldingar,

And cyther fighte or fee; I truit that I shall

avenge

the wronge, Thoughe I am so small to fee."

175

The boye pulld forth a well good sworde

So gilt it dazzled the ee;
The first stroke stricken at Aldingar

Smote off his leggs by the knee,

180

“ Stand up, ftand up, thou false traitòr,

And fight upon thy feere,
For and thou thrive, as thou begin'st,

Of height wee shall be mecte.”

185

A priest, a priel, fayes Aldingar,

While I am a man alive.
A prielt, a priest, fayes Aldingar,

Me for to houzle and shrive.

I wolde have laine by our comlie queene,
Bot shee wolde never content;

igo Then I ihought to betraye her unto our kinge

In a fyer to have her brent.

There came a lazar to the kings gates,

Azar bith blind and lame:
I tooke he azar upon niy backe,

And on her bedd had him layne,

195

Then

Then ranne I to our com:lye king,

These tidings sore to tell.
But ever alacke! sayes Aldingar,

Falsing never doth well.

200

Forgive, forgive me, queene, madame,

The short time I must live. “ Nowe Christ forgive thee, Aldingar,

As freely I forgive.”

205

Here take thy queene, our king Harryè,

And love her as thy life,
For never had a king in Christentye,

A truer and fairer wife.

2IO

King Henrye ran to claspe his queene,

And loosed her full sone:
Then turnd to look for the tinye boye ;

The boye was vanisht and gone.

But first he had touchd the lazar man,

And stroakt him with his hand : The lazar under the gallowes tree

All whole and sounde did stand.

215

The lazar under the gallowes tree.

Was comelye, straight and tall ;
King Henrye made him his head stewarde
To wayte withinn his hall.

Χ. Τ Η Ε

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X.

THE GA BERLUNZIE MA N.

A SCOTTISH SONG.

Tradition informs us that the author of this song was K. JAMES V. of Scotland. This prince (whose character for wit and libertinism bears a great resemblance to that of his gay fucceffor Charles II.) was noted for strolling about his dominions in disguile *, 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 seems to be the latter of these ballads (which was too licenticus to be admitted into this collection) that is meant in tbe Catalogue of Royal and Noble Author's t, where the ingenious writer remarks, That there is something very ludicrous in the young woman's distress when she thought her first favour had been thrown away upon a beggar,

Bp. Tanner has attributed to fames V. the celebrated Bal. lad of Christ's KIRK ON THE GREEN, which is ascribed to K. James ]. 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. 13tb, 1542, aged 33.

* fe of a tinker, beggar, &c. daughter at Niddry, near Edinburgh

Tous be used to visit a smith's + Vol. II. p. 203.

THE

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 shoulders he gan to clap,

And cadgily ranted and fang.

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

And I wad nevir think lang.
He grew canty, and the grew fain;
But little did her auld miony ken
What thir flee twa togither were say'n,

When wooing they were sa thrang.

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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 sould gang.
And O! quoth she, ann I were as white,
As evir the snaw lay on the dike,
Ild clead me braw, and lady-like,

And awa with thee Ild gang.

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Between the twa was made a plot ;
They raise a wee before the cock,
And wyliely they shot the lock,