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
246 I lighted down, my sword did' di'aw^ J liacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma'. For her sake that died for rne. O Helen fair, beyond compare ! I'll make a garland of thy hair. Shall bind my heart for evermair^ Untill the day I die. O that I were where Helen Ifes Night and day on me she cries ; ! Out of my bed she bids me rise. Says, ^'^ Haste, and come to me !" O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee I were blest. Where thou, lies low, and takes thy rest,. On fair Kirconnell Lee, I wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn ower my e'en^^ And I in Helen's arms lying. On fair Kirconnell Lee. I wish I w'ere where Helen lies Night and day on me she cries And I am weary of the skies. For her sake that died for me.
24T GILDEROY, [This beautiful lament is said to be the production of Sir Alexander Halket, of whom we have been unable to learn any particulars.—The hero was a notorious free- booter in the upper district of Perthshire, where he committed great outrages on the inhabitants. It is re- lated by Spalding, in his History, that in February, 1638, seven of his followers were taken by the Steuarts of Athol,.brought to Edinburgh, and executed. *' Gilderoy," says the historian, *' seeing these his men taken and hang- ed, went and burnt up some of the Steuarts houses in Athol, in recompence of this injury. , " Gilderoy, and five other lymmars, were taken and had to Edinburgh, and all hanged upon the day of July."— Spalding's HistoryyVo\. i. pp. 49, 53.. Gilderoy was a bonny boy. Had roses till his shoon His stockings were of silken soy, Wi' garters hanging down. It was, I ween a comelie sight To see sae trim a boy He was my joy, and heart's delight, My handsome Gilderoy. : ;
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246<br />
I lighted down, my sword did' di'aw^<br />
J liacked him in pieces sma',<br />
I hacked him in pieces sma'.<br />
For her sake that died for rne.<br />
O Helen fair, beyond compare !<br />
I'll make a garl<strong>and</strong> <strong>of</strong> thy hair.<br />
Shall bind my heart for evermair^<br />
Untill the day I die.<br />
O that I were where Helen Ifes<br />
Night <strong>and</strong> day on me she cries<br />
;<br />
!<br />
Out <strong>of</strong> my bed she bids me rise.<br />
Says, ^'^ Haste, <strong>and</strong> come to me !"<br />
O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!<br />
If I were with thee I were blest.<br />
Where thou, lies low, <strong>and</strong> takes thy rest,.<br />
On fair Kirconnell Lee,<br />
I wish my grave were growing green,<br />
A winding-sheet drawn ower my e'en^^<br />
And I in Helen's arms lying.<br />
On fair Kirconnell Lee.<br />
I wish I w'ere where Helen lies<br />
Night <strong>and</strong> day on me she cries<br />
And I am weary <strong>of</strong> the skies.<br />
For her sake that died for me.
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