A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
146 ; ; ; ; '' Bettei- I loe that bluidy head, ; ! Bot and that yellow hair. Than Lord Barnard, and a' his lands As they lig here and there." And she has tane Gil Momce' head. And kiss'd baith cheek and chin " I was ance as fow of Gil Morrice, As the hip * is o' the stane. " I gat ye in my father's house Wi' meikle sin and shame I brocht thee up in the grene wode, Ken'd to mysel alane. " Aft have I by thy cradle sitten. And fondly seen thee sleip But now I maun gae 'bout thy grave, A mother's tears to weip." And syne she kiss'd his bluidy cheik^ And syne his bluidy chin " O better I loed my son Morrice Than a' my kyth and kin." " Awa, awa, ye ill woman. An ill death may ye dee Gin I had ken'd he was your son. He had neir been slain by me." " Obraid me not, my Lord Barnard Obraid me not for shame ! Wi' that same speir O pierce my heart 1 . And put me out o' pain. * The berry which contains the seeds of the dog.rose.
14T ; ; ^^ Since nothing but Gil Morrice' head Thy jealoius rage could quell. Let that same hand now tak her Ijfe, That iieii' to thee did ill. " To me nae after days nor nichts Wil'i eir be saft or kind I'll fill the i^ir wi' heavy sighs. And greet till I be blind." " Enonch of bluid by me's been spill^ Seek not your death frae me I'd rather far it had been mysel Than either him or thee. ; ; ; " With waefou wae I hear your 'plaint; Sair, sair I rew the deid. That eir this cursed hand of mine Had gard his body bleed. *' Dry up your tears, my winsome dame. They neir can heal the wound Ye see his heid upon the speir. His heart's bluid on the ground. " I curse the hand that did the deed. The heart that thoucht the ill The feet that bore me wi' sic speid. The comely youth to kill. " I'll ay lament for Gil Morrice, As gin he were mine ain I'll neir forget the driery day On which the youth was slain/'
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14T<br />
; ;<br />
^^ Since nothing but Gil Morrice' head<br />
Thy jealoius rage could quell.<br />
Let that same h<strong>and</strong> now tak her Ijfe,<br />
That iieii' to thee did ill.<br />
" To me nae after days nor nichts<br />
Wil'i eir be saft or kind<br />
I'll fill the i^ir wi' heavy sighs.<br />
And greet till I be blind."<br />
" Enonch <strong>of</strong> bluid by me's been spill^<br />
Seek not your death frae me<br />
I'd rather far it had been mysel<br />
Than either him or thee.<br />
; ; ;<br />
" With waefou wae I hear your 'plaint;<br />
Sair, sair I rew the deid.<br />
That eir this cursed h<strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> mine<br />
Had gard his body bleed.<br />
*' Dry up your tears, my winsome dame.<br />
They neir can heal the wound<br />
Ye see his heid upon the speir.<br />
His heart's bluid on the ground.<br />
" I curse the h<strong>and</strong> that did the deed.<br />
The heart that thoucht the ill<br />
The feet that bore me wi' sic speid.<br />
The comely youth to kill.<br />
" I'll ay lament for Gil Morrice,<br />
As gin he were mine ain<br />
I'll neir forget the driery day<br />
On which the youth was slain/'
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