Chapter 9

Barbara Allan

Brown Adam

Brown Robin

Child Maurice

Child Waters

Earl Brand

Edward

Fair Annie

Fair Annie of Rough Royal

Fair Janet

Fair Margaret and Sweet William

Fair Mary of Wallington

Fause Footrage

Glasgerion

Hind Horn

Johney Scot

Lady Alice

Lady Maisry

Lamkin

Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard

Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet

Lord Lovel

Lord Randal

Lord Thomas and Fair Annet

Old Robin of Portingale

The Bonny Birdy

The Boy and the Mantle

The Brown Girl

The Child of Ell

The Cruel Brother

The Cruel Mother

The Douglas Tragedy

The Gay Goshawk

The Marriage of Sir Gawaine

The Nutbrown Maid

The Twa Sisters o’ Binnorie

Willie o’ Winsbury

Young Bekie

Young Waters

About Yule, when the wind blew cule

As it fell one holy-day

As it fell out on a long summer’s day

Be it right, or wrong, these men among

Child Maurice hunted ithe siluer wood

Childe Watters in his stable stoode

Glasgerion was a king’s own son

God! let neuer soe old a man

‘I am as brown as brown can be

In Scotland there was a babie born

In the third day of May

It’s Lamkin was a mason good

‘It’s narrow, narrow, make your bed

It was in and about the Martinmas time

Kinge Arthur liues in merry Carleile

King Easter has courted her for her gowd

Lady Alice was sitting in her bower-window

Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet

Lord Lovel he stood at his castle-gate

Lord Thomas and Fair Annet

O Johney was as brave a knight

‘O well’s me o’ my gay goss-hawk

‘O wha will shoe my fu’ fair foot?

O wha woud wish the win’ to blaw

‘O where hae ye been, Lord Randal, my son?

‘Oh did ye ever hear o’ brave Earl Bran’?

‘Rise up, rise up now, Lord Douglas,’ she says

Sayes, ‘Christ thee saue, good child of Ell

She leaned her back unto a thorn

The king but an’ his nobles a’

The king he hath been a prisoner

The young lords o’ the north country

There was a knight, in a summer’s night

There was three ladies play’d at the ba’

There were twa sisters sat in a bour

When we were silly sisters seven

‘Why dois your brand sae drap wi’ bluid

‘Ye maun gang to your father, Janet

Young Bekie was as brave a knight


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