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
188 ^' What colour were his hawks ?" she cried, " What colour were his hounds ? What colour was the gallant steed. That bore him from the bounds j^'* ^' Bloody, bloody were his hawks, And bloody were his hounds. And milk-white was the gallant steed. That bore him from the bounds." *' Yes, bloody, bloody were his ha^vkSj And bloody were his hovmds. And milk-white was the gallant steed. That bore him from the bounds : ^ But light ye down, now, gentlemen^ And take some bread and wine ; An' the steed be good he rides upon. He's past the bridge of Tyne." " We thank you for your bread, lady. We thank you for your wine ; I wad gie thrice three thousand pounds Your fair bodie was mine." *' Lie still, lie still, my dear Johnstone, Lie still and take a sleep. For there's four-and-twenty belted knights Just gone out at the gate." But young Johnstone had a wee penknife^, Hung low down by his gair. And he ritted it through his dear lady^ And wounded her sae sair.
1S9 "'* What ailetli thee, now, dear Johnstone ? What aileth thee at me ? Hast thou not got my father's gold, Bot and my mother's fee ?" " Now live, now live, my dear lady, Now live but half an hour And there's no a leech * in a' Scotland, But shall be in thy bower." ^' How can I live, my d^ar Johnstone ? How can I live for thee ? O do ye na see my red heart's blood Run trickling down my knee ? '^ But go thy way, my dear Johnstone^ And ride along the plain ; And think no more of thy true love^ Than she had never been." * Phjsiciam ;
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188<br />
^' What colour were his hawks ?" she cried,<br />
" What colour were his hounds ?<br />
What colour was the gallant steed.<br />
That bore him from the bounds j^'*<br />
^' Bloody, bloody were his hawks,<br />
And bloody were his hounds.<br />
And milk-white was the gallant steed.<br />
That bore him from the bounds."<br />
*' Yes, bloody, bloody were his ha^vkSj<br />
And bloody were his hovmds.<br />
And milk-white was the gallant steed.<br />
That bore him from the bounds :<br />
^ But light ye down, now, gentlemen^<br />
And take some bread <strong>and</strong> wine ;<br />
An' the steed be good he rides upon.<br />
He's past the bridge <strong>of</strong> Tyne."<br />
" We thank you for your bread, lady.<br />
We thank you for your wine ;<br />
I wad gie thrice three thous<strong>and</strong> pounds<br />
Your fair bodie was mine."<br />
*' Lie still, lie still, my dear Johnstone,<br />
Lie still <strong>and</strong> take a sleep.<br />
For there's four-<strong>and</strong>-twenty belted knights<br />
Just gone out at the gate."<br />
But young Johnstone had a wee penknife^,<br />
Hung low down by his gair.<br />
And he ritted it through his dear lady^<br />
And wounded her sae sair.