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
212 ; ; She's row'd him in a cake of lead. Bade him lie still and sleep She's thrown him in Our Lady's draw-well. Was fifty fathom deep. When bells were rung, and mass was sxing, And a' the bairns came hame, When every lady gat hame her son. The Lady Maisry gat nane. She's ta'en her mantle her about. Her coffer by the hand ; And she's gane out to seek her son. And wander'd o'er the land. She's doen her to the Jew's castell. Where a' were fast asleep " Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh, I pray you to me speak." She's doen her to the Jew's garden. Thought he had been gathering fruit ^' Gin ye be there, my sweet Sir Hugh, I pray you to me speak," She near'd Our Lady's deep draw-well^ Was fifty fathom deep " Whare'er ye be, my sweet Sir Hugh, I pray you to me speak." " Gae hame, gae hame, my mither dear. Prepare my winding sheet ; And, at the back o' meiTy Lincoln, The morn I will you meet," ; ;
^13 Now Lady Maisry is gane hame. Made him a winding sheet And, at the back o' merry Lincobi, The dead corpse did her meet. And a* the bells o' merry Lincoln, Without men's hands were rung And a' the books o' merry Lincoln, Were read without man's tongue ; And ne'er was such a burial Sin Adam's days begun. ; ;
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- Page 208 and 209: 190 LORD BARNABY. »'Vk'V»/V-V*v1
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^13<br />
Now Lady Maisry is gane hame.<br />
Made him a winding sheet<br />
And, at the back o' merry Lincobi,<br />
The dead corpse did her meet.<br />
And a* the bells o' merry Lincoln,<br />
Without men's h<strong>and</strong>s were rung<br />
And a' the books o' merry Lincoln,<br />
Were read without man's tongue ;<br />
And ne'er was such a burial<br />
Sin Adam's days begun.<br />
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