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
176 '* Now come, now come, WiUie/' she said,. " Tak your young son frae me. And hie him to your mother's bower. With speed and privacie." And he is to his mother's bower. As fast as he could rin, " Open, open, my mother dear. Open and let me in '' For the rain rains on my yellow hm. The dew stands on my chin. And I have something in my lap. And I wad fain be in." ^* O go, O go, now, sweet Willie, And make your ladie blithe. For wherever you had ae nourice. Your yomig son shall hae five."-*-"- Out spak Annet's mother dear. An' she spak a word o' pride. Says, " Whare is a' our bride's maidens. They're no busking the bride ?" *' O hand your tongue, my mother dear. Your speaking let it be. For I'm sae fair and full o' flesh. Little busking will serve me." Out an' spak the bride's maidens^ They spak a word o' pride. Says, " Wliare is a' the fine cleiding, * Its we maun busk the bride ?" ; * Dress,
17K " Deal hooly * wi* my head, maidens^ Deal hooly wi' my hair. For it was washen late yestreen. And it is wonder sair. *' My maiden«, easy wi' my back^ And easy wi' my side; O set my saddle saft, Willie, I am a tender bride." O up then spak the southland lord. And blinkit wi' his e'e *' I trow this lady's born a bairn," Then laucht loud lauchters three. ^^ Ye hae gi'en me the gowk, Annet^ But I'll gie you the scorn ; For there's no a bell in a' the town Shall ring for you the morn." Out and spak then sweet Willie, " Sae loud's I hear you lie. There's no a bell in a' the town But shall ring for Annet and me." And Willie swore a great great oath. And he swore by the thorn. That she was as free o' a child that night, As the night that she was born. " O up and spak then sweet Willie, And he spak up wi' pride, " Gin I should lay my gloves in pawn, I will dance wi' the bride." ; * Softly.
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" Deal hooly * wi* my head, maidens^<br />
Deal hooly wi' my hair.<br />
For it was washen late yestreen.<br />
And it is wonder sair.<br />
*' My maiden«, easy wi' my back^<br />
And easy wi' my side;<br />
O set my saddle saft, Willie,<br />
I am a tender bride."<br />
O up then spak the southl<strong>and</strong> lord.<br />
And blinkit wi' his e'e<br />
*' I trow this lady's born a bairn,"<br />
Then laucht loud lauchters three.<br />
^^ Ye hae gi'en me the gowk, Annet^<br />
But I'll gie you the scorn ;<br />
For there's no a bell in a' the town<br />
Shall ring for you the morn."<br />
Out <strong>and</strong> spak then sweet Willie,<br />
" Sae loud's I hear you lie.<br />
There's no a bell in a' the town<br />
But shall ring for Annet <strong>and</strong> me."<br />
And Willie swore a great great oath.<br />
And he swore by the thorn.<br />
That she was as free o' a child that night,<br />
As the night that she was born.<br />
" O up <strong>and</strong> spak then sweet Willie,<br />
And he spak up wi' pride,<br />
" Gin I should lay my gloves in pawn,<br />
I will dance wi' the bride."<br />
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* S<strong>of</strong>tly.
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