"Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried"I'll pay you for my lodging mail, When first we meet on the Border side." Then shoulder high, with shout and cry, I wot the Kinmont's airns played clang! "O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, "And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, He turned him on the other side, And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he; "If ye like na my visit in merry England, In fair Scotland come visit me!" All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope, He scarcely dared to trust his eyes, When through the water they had gane, The Dowie Houms of Yarrow 2607 "He is either himsell a devil frae hell, For a' the gowd in Christentie." Unknown THE DOWIE HOUMS OF YARROW LATE at een, drinkin' the wine, And ere they paid the lawin', They set a combat them between To fight it in the dawin', "O stay at hame, my noble lord! O stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow." "O fare ye weel, my lady gay! O fare ye weel, my Sarah! For I maun gae, though I ne'er return She kissed his cheek, she kamed his hair, She belted on his noble brand, O he's gane up yon high, high hill- "O are ye come to drink the wine, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow?" "I am no come to drink the wine, As I hae don before, O, But I am come to wield the brand, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow." Four he hurt, an' five he slew, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow, Till that stubborn knight cam him behind, "Gae hame, gae hame, good brother John, An' tell your sister Sarah To come an' lift her noble lord, Who's sleepin' sound on Yarrow." "Yestreen I dreamed a dolefu' dream; She gaed up yon high, high hill- She kissed his cheek, she kamed his hair, She drank the red blood frae him ran, "O haud your tongue, my douchter dear, For what needs a' this sorrow? I'll wed you on a better lord Than him you lost on Yarrow." "O haud your tongue, my father dear An' dinna grieve your Sarah; A better lord was never born Than him I lost on Yarrow. "Tak hame your ousen, tak hame your kye, For they hae bred our sorrow; I wiss that they had a' gane mad Whan they cam first to Yarrow." Unknown Lord Lovel 2609 LORD LOVEL LORD LOVEL he stood at his castle gate, When up came Lady Nancy Belle, "Where are you going, Lord Lovel?" she said, Strange countries for to see.” "When will you be back, Lord Lovel?" she said, But he had not been gone a year and a day, When languishing thoughts came into his head, So he rode, and he rode on his milk-white steed, Till he came to London town, And there he heard St. Pancras' bells, And the people all mourning round. "Oh, what is the matter," Lord Lovel he said, "Oh! what is the matter?" said he; "A lord's lady is dead," a woman replied, "And some call her Lady Nancy." So he ordered the grave to be opened wide, And there he kissed her clay-cold lips, Lady Nancy she died as it might be to-day, Lady Nancy was laid in St. Pancras' church, And out of her bosom there grew a red rose, And out of her lover's a brier. They grew, and they grew, to the church-steeple top, And then they could grow no higher: So there they entwined in a true-lover's knot, For all lovers true to admire. Unknown BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY IN Scarlet town, where I was born, All in the merry month of May, He sent his man in to her then, To the town where she was dwellin', "O haste and come to my master dear, If your name be Barbara Allen." So slowly, slowly rase she up, And slowly she came nigh him, And when she drew the curtain by"Young man, I think you're dyin'." "O it's I am sick and very very sick, Though your heart's blood were a-spillin'! |