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Obtained by Mr Macmath from the recitation of his aunt, Miss Jane Webster, formerly of Airds of Kells, Stewartry of Kirkcudbright, Galloway, who learned it many years ago from the wife of Peter McGuire, then cotman at Airds.

1'O whare are ye gaun?'Says the false knight upon the road:'I am gaun to the schule,'Says the wee boy, and still he stood.2'Wha's aught the sheep on yonder hill?''They are my papa's and mine.'3'How many of them's mine?''A' them that has blue tails.'4'I wish you were in yonder well:''And you were down in hell.'

1'O whare are ye gaun?'Says the false knight upon the road:'I am gaun to the schule,'Says the wee boy, and still he stood.

2'Wha's aught the sheep on yonder hill?''They are my papa's and mine.'

3'How many of them's mine?''A' them that has blue tails.'

4'I wish you were in yonder well:''And you were down in hell.'

P.22b.D.Add:d.'The historical ballad of May Culzean,' an undated stall-copy.

26b. Another Dutch version (Frisian), spirited, but with gaps, is given by Dykstra and van der Meulen, In Doaze fol alde Snypsnaren, Frjentsjer, 1882, p. 118, 'Jan Alberts,' 66 vv. (Köhler.)

D.Jan Alberts sings a song, and those that hear it know it not. It is heard by a king's daughter, who asks her mother's leave to go out for a walk, and is told that it is all one where she goes or stays, if she keeps her honor. Her father says the same, when she applies for his leave. She goes to her bedroom and dresses herself finely, dons a gold crown, puts her head out of the window, and cries, Now am I Jan Alberts' bride. Jan Alberts takes her on his horse; they ride fast and long, with nothing to eat or drink for three days. She then asks Jan why he gives her nothing, and he answers that he shall ride to the high tree where hang fourteen fair maids. Arrived there, he gives her the choice of tree, sword, or water. She chooses the sword, bids him spare his coat, for a pure maid's blood goes far, and before his coat is half off his head lies behind him. The head cries, Behind the bush is a pot of grease; smear my neck with it. She will not smear from a murderer's pot, nor blow in a murderer's horn. She mounts his horse, and rides far and long. Jan Alberts' mother comes to meet her, and asks after him. She says he is not far off, and is sporting with fourteenmaids. Had you told me this before, I would have laid you in the water, says the mother. The maid rides on till she comes to her father's gate. Then she cries to her father to open, for his youngest daughter is without. The father not bestirring himself, she swims the moat, and, the door not being open, goes through the glass. The next day she dries her clothes.

30a,37a. There is a Low German version of the first class,A-F, in Spee, Volksthümliches vom Niederrhein, Köln, 1875, Zweites Heft, p. 3, 'Schöndili,' 50 vv. (Köhler.)

AA.Schöndili's parents died when she was a child. Schön-Albert, knowing this, rides to her. She attires herself in silk, with a gold crown on her hair, and he swings her on to his horse. They ride three days and nights, with nothing to eat or drink. She asks whether it is not meal-time; he replies that they are coming to a linden, where they will eat and drink. Seven women are hanging on the tree. He gives her the wale of tree, river, and sword. She chooses the sword; would be loath to spot his coat; whips off his head before the coat is half off. The head says there is a pipe in the saddle; she thinks no good can come of playing a murderer's pipe. She meets first the father, then the mother; they think that must be Schön-Albert's horse. That may be, she says; I have not seen him since yesterday. She sets the pipe to her mouth, when she reaches her father's gate, and the murderers come like hares on the wind.

BB.Alfred Müller, Volkslieder aus dem Erzgebirge, p. 92, 'Schön Ulrich' [und Trautendelein], 36 vv. (Köhler.) LikeT, without the song.

CC.A. Schlosser, Deutsche Volkslieder aus Steiermark, 1881, p. 338, No 309, 'Der Ritter und die Maid.' (Köhler: not yet seen by me.)

DD.Curt Mündel, Elsässische Volkslieder, p. 12, No 10, a fragment of fifteen verses. As Anna sits by the Rhine combing her hair, Heinrich comes along on his horse, sees her weep, and asks why. It is not for gold and not for goods, but because she is to die that day. Heinrich draws his sword, runs her through, and rides home. He is asked why his sword is red, and says he has killed two doves. They say the dove must be Anna.

32b.H, line 10. Read: umbrunnen.

39a, line 1. Read: contributed by Hoffmann.

39a, third paragraph. Kozlowski, Lud, p. 54, No 15, furnishes a second and inferior but still important form ofA(Masovian).

A b.Ligar (afterwards Jasia, Golo) bids Kasia take all she has. She has already done this, and is ready to range the world with him. Suddenly she asks, after they have been some time on their way, What is that yonder so green? Jasia replies, Our house, to which we are going. They go on further, and Kasia again inquires abruptly, What is that yonder so white? "That is my eight wives, and you shall be the ninth: you are to die, and will be the tenth." "Where is the gold, the maidens' gold?" "In the linden, Kasia, in the linden; plenty of it." "Let me not die so wretchedly; let me draw your sword for once." She drew the sword, and with one stroke Jasia's head was off.

39b. To the Polish versions are further to be added:NN, Piosnki wieśniacze znad Dzwiny, p. 41, No 51;OO, Roger, p. 78, No 138;PP, Roger, p. 69, No 125;QQ, ib., p. 79, No 140;RR, p. 81, No 142;SS, p. 79, No 139. The last three are imperfect, andQQ,RR, have a beginning which belongs elsewhere. Jasia suggests to Kasia to get the key of the new room from her mother by pretending headache, and bids her take gold enough,NN,OO. They go off while her mother thinks that Kasia is sleeping,NN,OO,QQ. They come to a wood,NN,PP(which is corrupt here),SS; first or last, to a deep stream,NN,OO,QQ,SS; it is red sea inRR, as inJ. Jasia bids Kasia return to her mother,NN(twice),RR; bids her take off her rich clothes,OO, to which she answers that she has not come here for that. John throws her into the water,NN,OO,QQ,SS, from a bridge in the second and third. Her apron catches on a stake or post; she begs John for help, and gets for answer, "I did not throw you in to help you: you may go to the bottom,"OO. She swims to a stake, to which she clings, and John hews her in three,QQ. Fishermen draw out the body, and carry it to the church,NN,OO. She apostrophizes her hair inQQ,SS, as inG,I,J, and in the same absurd terms inQQas inJ. John is pursued and cut to pieces inOO,alsobroken on the wheel.PPclosely resembles German ballads of the third class. Katie shouts three times: at her first cry the grass curls up; at the second the river overflows; the third wakes her mother, who rouses her sons, saying, Katie is calling in the wood. They find John with a bloody sword; he says he has killed a dove. They answer, No dove, but our sister, and maltreat him till he tells what he has done with his victim: "I have hidden her under the yew-bush; now put me on the wheel."

39b, line 13 of the middle paragraph. Read Piosnki for Piesni, and omit the quotation marks in this and the line before.

40b, line 2 (the girl's adding her hair to lengthen the cord). In the tale of the Sea-horse, Schiefner, Awarische Texte, Memoirs of the St Petersburg Academy, vol.XIX, No 6, p. 11 f, a sixty-ell rope being required to rescue a prince from a well into which he had been thrown, and no rope forthcoming, the daughter of a sea-king makes a rope of the required length with her hair, and with this the prince is drawn out. Dr Reinhold Köhler, who pointed out this incident to me, refers in his notes to the texts, at p. vii f, to the song of Südäi Märgän, Radloff, II, 627-31, where Südäi Märgän's wife, having to rescue her husband from a pit, tries first his horse's tail, and finds it too short, then her hair, which proves also a little short. A maid is then found whose hair is a hundred fathoms long, and her hair being tied on to the horse's tail, and horse, wife, and maid pulling together, the hero is drawn out. For climbing up by amaid's hair, see, further, Köhler's note to Gonzenbach, No 53, II, 236.

40b, line 7. A message is sent to a father by a daughter in the same way, in Chodzko, Les Chants historiques de l'Ukraine, p. 75; cf. p. 92, of the same. Tristram sends messages to Isonde by linden shavings inscribed with runes: Sir Tristrem, ed. Kölbing, p. 56, st. 187; Tristrams Saga, cap. 54, p. 68, ed. Kölbing; Gottfried von Strassburg, vv 14427-441.

40b, line 36. ForG,I, readG,J.

40, note[61]. In a Ruthenian ballad a girl who runs away from her mother with a lover tells her brothers, who have come in search of her, I did not leave home to go back again with you: Golovatsky, Part I, p. 77, No 32; Part III,I, p. 17, No 4, p. 18, No 5. So, "I have not poisoned you to help you," Part I, p. 206, No 32, p. 207, No 33.

41a, second paragraph. Golovatsky, at I, 116, No 29, has a ballad, found elsewhere without the feature here to be noticed, in which a Cossack, who is watering his horse while a maid is drawing water, describes his home as a Wonderland, like John in PolishQ. "Come to the Ukraine with the Cossacks," he says. "Our land is not like this: with us the mountains are golden, the water is mead, the grass is silk; with us the willows bear pears and the girls go in gold." She yields; they go over one mountain and another, and when they have crossed the third the Cossack lets his horse graze. The maid falls to weeping, and asks the Cossack, Where are your golden mountains, where the water that is mead, the grass that is silk? He answers, No girl of sense and reason engages herself to a young Cossack. So in Zegota Pauli, P. l. ruskiego, p. 29, No 26 == Golovatsky, I, 117, No 30, where the maid rejoins to the glowing description, I have ranged the world: golden mountains I never saw; everywhere mountains are of stone, and everywhere rivers are of water; very like the girl in Grundtvig, 82B, st. 7; 183A6,E5, 6.

41b, last paragraph. Several Bohemian versions are to be added to the single example cited from Waldau's Böhmische Granaten. This version, which is presumed to have been taken down by Waldau himself, may be distinguished asA.B, Sušil, Moravské Národní Písnĕ, No 189, p. 191, 'Vrah,' 'The Murderer,' is very likeA.C, Sušil, p. 193.D, Erben, Prostonárodni české Písnĕ a Říkadla, p. 480, No 16, 'Zabité dĕvče,' 'The Murdered Maid.'E, p. 479, No 15, 'Zabitá sestra,' 'The Murdered Sister.'Bhas a double set of names, beginning with Black George,—not the Servian, but "king of Hungary,"—and ending with Indriasch. The maid is once called Annie, otherwise Katie. At her first call the grass becomes green; at the second the mountain bows; the third the mother hears.Chas marvels of its own. Anna entreats John to allow her to call to her mother. "Call, call," he says, "you will not reach her with your call; in this dark wood, even the birds will not hear you." At her first call a pine-tree in the forest breaks; at the second the river overflows; at the third her mother rises from the grave. She calls to her sons to go to Anna's rescue, andtheyrise from their graves. The miscreant John confesses that he has buried their sister in the wood. They strike off his head, and put a bat on the head, with an inscription in gold letters, to inform people what his offence has been. There is a gap after the seventh stanza ofD, which leaves the two following stanzas unintelligible by themselves: 8, Choose one of the two, and trust nobody; 9, She made her choice, and shouted three times towards the mountains. At the first cry the mountain became green; at the second the mountain bowed backwards; the third the mother heard. She sent her sons off; they found their neighbor John, who had cut off their sister's head. The law-abiding, and therefore modern, young men say that John shall go to prison and never come out alive. InEthe man, a young hunter, says, Callfivetimes; not even a wood-bird will hear you. Nothing is said of the first call; the second is heard by the younger brother, who tells the elder that their sister must be in trouble. The hunter has a bloody rifle in his hand: how he is disposed of we are not told. All these ballads butCbegin with the maid cutting grass, and all of them have the dove that is "no dove, but our sister."

Fragments of this ballad are found,F, in Sušil, p. 112, No 113, 'Nevĕsta nešt' astnice,' 'The Unhappy Bride;'G, p. 171, No 171, 'Zbojce,' 'The Murderer;' and there is a variation fromBat p. 192, note 3, which is worth remarking,H.F, sts 11-14: "Get together what belongs to you; we will go to a foreign land;" and when they came to the turf, "Look my head through."[426]Every hair she laid aside she wet with a tear. And when they came into the dark of the wood he cut her into nine [three] pieces.G.Katie meets John in a meadow; they sit down on the grass. "Look my head through." She weeps, for she says there is a black fate impending over her; "a black one for me, a red one for thee." He gets angry, cuts off her head, and throws her into the river, for which he is hanged.H.He sprang from his horse, robbed the maid, and laughed. He set her on the grass, and bade her lookhis head through. Every hair she examined she dropped a tear for. "Why do you weep, Katie? Is it for your crants?" "I amnotweeping for my crants, nor am I afraid of your sword. Let me call three times, that my father and mother may hear." Compare GermanH10, 11;Q8-10, etc., etc.

42a. These Ruthenian ballads belong with the other Slavic parallels to No 4:A, Zegota Pauli, P. l. ruskiego, p. 21 == Golovatsky, III,I, 149, No 21;B, Golovatsky, III,I, 172, No 46.A.A man induces a girl to go off with him in the night. They wander over one land and another, and then feel need of rest. Why does your head ache? he asks of her. Are you homesick? "My head does not ache; I am not homesick." He takes her by the white sides and throws her into the deep Donau, saying, Swim with the stream; we shall not live together. She swims over the yellow sand, crying, Was I not fair, or was it my fate? and he dryly answers, Fair; it was thy fate. InBit is a Jew's daughter that is wiled away. They go in one wagon; another is laden with boxes [of valuables?] and pillows, a third with gold pennies. She asks, Where is your house? Over those hills, he answers. He takes her over a high bridge, and throws her into the Donau, with, Swim, since you were not acquainted with our way, our faith!

42a.A, line 2. Read: Puymaigre.

43a.D.Add: Poésies populaires de la France, IV, fol. 332, Chanson de l'Aunis, Charente Inférieur; but even more of the story is lost.

44a. A ballad in Casetti e Imbriani, C. p. delle Provincie meridionali, II, 1, begins like 'La Contadina alla Fonte' (see p. 393 a), and ends like 'La Monferrina Incontaminata.' Of the same class as the last is, I suppose, Nannarelli, Studio comparativo sui Canti popolari di Arlena, p. 51, No 50 (Köhler), which I regret not yet to have seen.

45a. PortugueseC, D, in Alvaro Rodrigues de Azevedo, Romanceiro do Archipelago da Madeira, p. 57, 'Estoria do Bravo-Franco,' p. 60, 'Gallo-frango.'

47. A story from Neumünster about one Görtmicheel, a famous robber, in Müllenhoff, p. 37, No 2, blends features of 'Hind Etin,' or 'The Maid and the Dwarf-King,' No 41, with others found in the Magyar ballad, p. 45 f. A handsome wench, who had been lost seven years, suddenly reappeared at the home of her parents. She said that she was not at liberty to explain where she had been, but her mother induced her to reveal this to a stone near the side-door, and taking up her station behind the door heard all. She had been carried off by a robber; had lived with him seven years, and borne him seven children. The robber, who had otherwise treated her well, had refused to let her visit her home, but finally had granted her this permission upon her promising to say nothing about him. When the time arrived for her daughter to go back, the mother gave her a bag of peas, which she was to drop one by one along the way. She was kindly received, but presently the robber thought there was something strange in her ways. He laid his head in her lap, inviting her to perform the service so common in like cases. While she was doing this, she could not but think how the robber had loved her and how he was about to be betrayed by her, and her remorseful tears dropped on his face. "So you have told of me!" cried the astute robber, springing up. He cut off the children's heads and strung them on a willow-twig before her eyes, and was now coming to her, when people arrived, under the mother's conduct, who put a stop to his further revenge, and took their own. See the note, Müllenhoff, p. 592 f.

57a.D.Insert:d.A stall-copy lent me by Mrs Alexander Forbes, Liberton, Edinburgh. (See p. 23, note §.)

62b. Insert afterc:

11,2.Have ye not heard of fause Sir John,Wha livd in the west country?

After 2 a stanza nearly as inb.5wanting.61. But he's taen a charm frae aff his arm.63. follow him.72. five hundred.73. the bravest horse.81. So merrily.84. Which is called Benan Bay.9, 11,wanting.121. Cast aff, cast aff.124. To sink.13.Nearly as inb.

After 2 a stanza nearly as inb.

5wanting.

61. But he's taen a charm frae aff his arm.

63. follow him.

72. five hundred.

73. the bravest horse.

81. So merrily.

84. Which is called Benan Bay.

9, 11,wanting.

121. Cast aff, cast aff.

124. To sink.

13.Nearly as inb.

14.'Cast aff thy coats and gay mantle,And smock o Holland lawn,For thei'r owre costly and owre guidTo rot in the sea san.'15.'Then turn thee round, I pray, Sir John,See the leaf flee owre the tree,For it never befitted a book-learned manA naked lady to see.'

14.'Cast aff thy coats and gay mantle,And smock o Holland lawn,For thei'r owre costly and owre guidTo rot in the sea san.'

15.'Then turn thee round, I pray, Sir John,See the leaf flee owre the tree,For it never befitted a book-learned manA naked lady to see.'

Sir John being a Dominican friar, according to the historical preface.

16.As fause Sir John did turn him round,To see the leaf flee owre the [tree],She grasped him in her arms sma,And flung him in the sea.17.'Now lie ye there, ye wild Sir John,Whar ye thought to lay me;Ye wad hae drownd me as naked 's I was born,But ye's get your claes frae me!'18.Her jewels, costly, rich and rare,She straight puts on again;She lightly springs upon her horse,And leads his by the rein.

16.As fause Sir John did turn him round,To see the leaf flee owre the [tree],She grasped him in her arms sma,And flung him in the sea.

17.'Now lie ye there, ye wild Sir John,Whar ye thought to lay me;Ye wad hae drownd me as naked 's I was born,But ye's get your claes frae me!'

18.Her jewels, costly, rich and rare,She straight puts on again;She lightly springs upon her horse,And leads his by the rein.

213. O that's a foundling.

22.Then out and spake the green parrot,He says, Fair May Culzean,O what hae ye done wi yon brave knight?23.'Haud your tongue, my pretty parrot,An I'se be kind to thee;For where ye got ae handfu o groats,My parrot shall get three.'25.'There came a cat into my cage,Had nearly worried me,And I was calling on May CulzeanTo come and set me free.'

22.Then out and spake the green parrot,He says, Fair May Culzean,O what hae ye done wi yon brave knight?

23.'Haud your tongue, my pretty parrot,An I'se be kind to thee;For where ye got ae handfu o groats,My parrot shall get three.'

25.'There came a cat into my cage,Had nearly worried me,And I was calling on May CulzeanTo come and set me free.'

27wanting.283. Carleton sands.292. Was dashed.293. The golden ring.

27wanting.

283. Carleton sands.

292. Was dashed.

293. The golden ring.

P.62a, last three lines. Read: said by Lockhart to be Miss Christian Rutherford, his mother's half-sister.

66b, lines 2, 3. Read: 37G, 38A,D, and other versions of both.

66b, line 4. 'Bitte Mette,' Kristensen, Jyske Folkeminder, V, 57, No 7, affords another version.

66b, last line. For other cases of this substitution see Legrand, Recueil de Contes populaires grecs, p. 257, 'La Princesse et sa Nourrice;' Köhler, Romania, XI, 581-84, 'Le conte de la reine qui tua son sénéchal;' Neh-Manzer, ou Les Neuf Loges, conte, traduit du persan par M. Lescallier, Gènes, 1808, p. 55, 'Histoire du devin Afezzell.' (Köhler.) The last I have not seen.

67a, note *, line 37. Read: a Scotch name.

84 b. The same artifice is tried, and succeeds, in a case of birth delayed by a man's clasping his hands round his knees, in Asbjørnsen, Norske Huldre-Eventyr, I, 20, 2d ed.

85a, first paragraph. A story closely resembling Heywood's is told in the Zimmerische Chronik, ed. Barack, IV, 262-64, 1882, of Heinrich von Dierstein; Liebrecht in Germania XIV, 404. (Köhler.) As the author of the chronicle remarks, the tale (Heywood's) is in the Malleus Maleficarum (1620, I, 158 f).

85a, third paragraph. Other cases resembling Gonzenbach, No 54, in Pitré, Fiabe, Novelle, etc., I, 173, No 18; Comparetti, Novelline popolari, No 33, p. 139. (Köhler.)

85, note. Add: (Köhler.)

85b. Birth is sought to be maliciously impeded in Swabia by crooking together the little fingers. Lammert, Volksmedizin in Bayern, etc., p. 165. (Köhler.)

P.88. Add:

G.'Gude Earl Brand and Auld Carle Hude,' the Paisley Magazine, 1828, p. 321, communicated by W. Motherwell.

H.'Auld Carle Hood, or, Earl Brand,' Campbell MSS, II, 32.

I.'The Douglas Tragedy,' 'Lord Douglas' Tragedy,' from an old-looking stall-copy, without place or date.

This ballad was, therefore, not first given to the world by Mr Robert Bell, in 1857, but nearly thirty years earlier by Motherwell, in the single volume of the Paisley Magazine, a now somewhat scarce book. I am indebted for the information and for a transcript to Mr Murdoch, of Glasgow, and for a second copy to Mr Macmath, of Edinburgh.

92a. Add:I.'Hildebrand,' Wigström, Folkdiktning, II, 13.J.'Fröken Gyllenborg,' the same, p. 24.

96a. Böðvar Bjarki, fighting with great effect as a huge bear for Hrólfr Kraki, is obliged to return to his ordinary shape in consequence of Hjalti, who misses the hero from the fight, mentioning his name: Saga Hrólfs Kraka, c. 50, Fornaldar Sögur, I, 101 ff. In Hjálmtèrs ok Ölvers Saga, c. 20, F. S. III, 506 f, Hörðr bids his comrades not call him by name while he is fighting, in form of a sword-fish, with a walrus, else he shall die. A prince, under the form of an ox, fighting with a six-headed giant, loses much of his strength, and is nigh being conquered, because a lad has, contrary to his prohibition, called him by name. Asbjørnsen og Moe, Norske Folkeeventyr, 2d ed., p. 419. All these are cited by Moe, in Nordisk Tidskrift, 1879, p. 286 f. Certain kindly domestic spirits renounce relations with men, even matrimonial, if their name becomes known: Mannhardt, Wald- und Feldkulte, I, 103.

97b. Insert:Spanish.Milá, Romancerillo Catalan, 2d ed., No 206,D, p. 164: olivera y oliverá, which, when grown tall, join.

Servian.Add: Karadshitch, I, 345, vv 225 ff, two pines, which intertwine. InI309, No 421, they plant a rose over the maid, a vine over the man, which embrace as if they were Jani and Milenko. The ballad has features of the Earl Brand class. (I, 239, No 341 == Talvj, II, 85.)

Russian.Hilferding, Onezhskya Byliny, col. 154, No 31, laburnum (?) over Basil, and cypress over Sophia, which intertwine; col. 696, No 134, cypress and willow; col. 1242, No 285, willow and cypress.

Little Russian (Carpathian Russians in Hungary), Golovatsky, II, 710, No 13: John on one side of the church, Annie on the other; rosemary on his grave, a lily on hers, growing so high as to meet over the church. Annie's mother cuts them down. John speaks from thegrave: Wicked mother, thou wouldst not let uslivetogether; let us rest together. Golovatsky, I, 186, No 8: a maple from the man's grave, white birch from the woman's, which mingle their leaves.

Slovenian.Štúr, O národnich Písních a Povĕstech Plemen slovanských, p. 51: the lovers are buried east and west, a rose springs from the man's grave, a lily from the maid's, which mingle their growth.

Wend.Add: Haupt and Schmaler, II, 310, No 81.

Breton.Add: Villemarqué, Barzaz Breiz, 'Le Seigneur Nann et La Fée,' see p. 379, note §, of this volume.

98a.Armenian.The ashes of two lovers who have been literally consumed by a mutual passion are deposited by sympathetic hands in one grave. Two rose bushes rise from the grave and seek to intertwine, but a thorn interposes and makes the union forever impossible. (The thorn iscreed. The young man was a Tatar, and his religion had been an insuperable obstacle in the eyes of the maid's father.) Baron von Haxthausen, Transkaukasia, I, 315 f. (Köhler.)

A Middle High German poem from a MS. of the end of the 14th century, printed in Haupt's Zeitschrift, VI, makes a vine rise from the common grave of Pyramus and Thisbe and descend into it again: p. 517. (Köhler.)

J. Grimm notes several instances of this marvel (not from ballads), Ueber Frauennamen aus Blumen, Kleinere Schriften, II, 379 f, note **.

104.

The Paisley Magazine, June 2, 1828, p. 321, communicated by William Motherwell. "Sung to a long, drawling, monotonous tune."

* * * * *1'Gude Earl Brand, I long to seeFaldee faldee fal deediddle a deeAll your grey hounds running over the lea.'And the brave knights in the valley2'Gude lady fair, I have not a steed but one,But you shall ride and I shall run.'3They're ower moss and they're ower mure,And they saw neither rich nor pure.4Until that they came to auld Karl Hude;He's aye for ill and never for gude.5'Gude Earl Brand, if ye love me,Kill auld Karl Hude, and gar him die.'6'O fair ladie, we'll do better than sae:Gie him a penny, and let him gae.'7'Gude Earl Brand, whare hae ye been,Or whare hae ye stown this lady sheen?'8'She's not my lady, but my sick sister,And she's been at the wells of Meen.'9'If she was sick, and very sair,She wadna wear the red gold on her hair.10'Or if she were sick, and like to be dead,She wadna wear the ribbons red.'11He cam till he cam to her father's gate,And he has rappit furious thereat.12'Where is the lady o this hall?''She's out wi her maidens, playing at the ball.'13'If you'll get me fyfteen wale wight men,Sae fast as I'll fetch her back again.'14She's lookit ower her left collar-bane:'O gude Earl Brand, we baith are taen,'15'Light down, light down, and hold my steed;Change never your cheer till ye see me dead.16'If they come on me man by man,I'll be very laith for to be taen.17'But if they come on me one and all,The sooner you will see me fall.'18O he has killd them all but one,And wha was that but auld Karl Hude.19And he has come on him behind,And put in him the deadly wound.20O he has set his lady on,And he's come whistling all along.21'Gude Earl Brand, I see blood:''It's but the shade o my scarlet robe.'22They cam till they cam to the water aflood;He's lighted down and he's wushen aff the blood.23His mother walks the floor alone:'O yonder does come my poor son.24'He is both murderd and undone,And all for the sake o an English loon.'25'Say not sae, my dearest mother,Marry her on my eldest brother.'26She set her fit up to the wa,Faldee faldee fal deediddle adeeShe's fallen down dead amang them a'.And the brave knights o the valley

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1'Gude Earl Brand, I long to seeFaldee faldee fal deediddle a deeAll your grey hounds running over the lea.'And the brave knights in the valley

2'Gude lady fair, I have not a steed but one,But you shall ride and I shall run.'

3They're ower moss and they're ower mure,And they saw neither rich nor pure.

4Until that they came to auld Karl Hude;He's aye for ill and never for gude.

5'Gude Earl Brand, if ye love me,Kill auld Karl Hude, and gar him die.'

6'O fair ladie, we'll do better than sae:Gie him a penny, and let him gae.'

7'Gude Earl Brand, whare hae ye been,Or whare hae ye stown this lady sheen?'

8'She's not my lady, but my sick sister,And she's been at the wells of Meen.'

9'If she was sick, and very sair,She wadna wear the red gold on her hair.

10'Or if she were sick, and like to be dead,She wadna wear the ribbons red.'

11He cam till he cam to her father's gate,And he has rappit furious thereat.

12'Where is the lady o this hall?''She's out wi her maidens, playing at the ball.'

13'If you'll get me fyfteen wale wight men,Sae fast as I'll fetch her back again.'

14She's lookit ower her left collar-bane:'O gude Earl Brand, we baith are taen,'

15'Light down, light down, and hold my steed;Change never your cheer till ye see me dead.

16'If they come on me man by man,I'll be very laith for to be taen.

17'But if they come on me one and all,The sooner you will see me fall.'

18O he has killd them all but one,And wha was that but auld Karl Hude.

19And he has come on him behind,And put in him the deadly wound.

20O he has set his lady on,And he's come whistling all along.

21'Gude Earl Brand, I see blood:''It's but the shade o my scarlet robe.'

22They cam till they cam to the water aflood;He's lighted down and he's wushen aff the blood.

23His mother walks the floor alone:'O yonder does come my poor son.

24'He is both murderd and undone,And all for the sake o an English loon.'

25'Say not sae, my dearest mother,Marry her on my eldest brother.'

26She set her fit up to the wa,Faldee faldee fal deediddle adeeShe's fallen down dead amang them a'.And the brave knights o the valley

Campbell MSS, II, 32.

1Did you ever hear of good Earl Brand,Aye lally an lilly lallyAnd the king's daughter of fair Scotland?And the braw knights o Airly2She was scarce fifteen years of ageWhen she came to Earl Brand's bed.Wi the braw knights o Airly3'O Earl Brand, I fain wad seeOur grey hounds run over the lea.'Mang the braw bents o Airly4'O,' says Earl Brand, 'I've nae steads but one,And you shall ride and I shall run.'Oer the braw heights o Airly5'O,' says the lady, 'I hae three,And ye shall hae yeer choice for me.'Of the braw steeds o Airly6So they lap on, and on they rade,Till they came to auld Carle Hood.Oer the braw hills o Airly7Carl Hood's aye for ill, and he's no for good,He's aye for ill, and he's no for good.Mang the braw hills o Airly8'Where hae ye been hunting a' day,And where have ye stolen this fair may?'I' the braw nights sae airly9'She is my sick sister dear,New comd home from another sister.'I the braw nights sae early10'O,' says the lady, 'if ye love me,Gie him a penny fee and let him gae.'I the braw nights sae early11He's gane home to her father's bower,. . . . . . .. . . . . . .12'Where is the lady o this ha?''She's out wi the young maids, playing at the ba.'I the braw nights so early13'No,' says another, 'she's riding oer the moor,And a' to be Earl Brand's whore.'I the braw nights so early14The king mounted fifteen weel armed men,A' to get Earl Brand taen.I the braw hills so early15The lady looked over her white horse mane:'O Earl Brand, we will be taen.'In the braw hills so early16He says, If they come one by one,Ye'll no see me so soon taen.In the braw hills so early17So they came every one but one,And he has killd them a' but ane.In the braw hills so early18And that one came behind his back,And gave Earl Brand a deadly stroke.In the braw hills of Airly19For as sair wounded as he was,He lifted the lady on her horse.In the braw nights so early20'O Earl Brand, I see thy heart's bluid!''It's but the shadow of my scarlet robe.'I the braw nights so early21He came to his mother's home;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .22She looked out and cryd her son was gone,And a' for the sake [of] an English loon.. . . . . . .23'What will I do wi your lady fair?''Marry her to my eldest brother.'The brawest knight i Airly

1Did you ever hear of good Earl Brand,Aye lally an lilly lallyAnd the king's daughter of fair Scotland?And the braw knights o Airly

2She was scarce fifteen years of ageWhen she came to Earl Brand's bed.Wi the braw knights o Airly

3'O Earl Brand, I fain wad seeOur grey hounds run over the lea.'Mang the braw bents o Airly

4'O,' says Earl Brand, 'I've nae steads but one,And you shall ride and I shall run.'Oer the braw heights o Airly

5'O,' says the lady, 'I hae three,And ye shall hae yeer choice for me.'Of the braw steeds o Airly

6So they lap on, and on they rade,Till they came to auld Carle Hood.Oer the braw hills o Airly

7Carl Hood's aye for ill, and he's no for good,He's aye for ill, and he's no for good.Mang the braw hills o Airly

8'Where hae ye been hunting a' day,And where have ye stolen this fair may?'I' the braw nights sae airly

9'She is my sick sister dear,New comd home from another sister.'I the braw nights sae early

10'O,' says the lady, 'if ye love me,Gie him a penny fee and let him gae.'I the braw nights sae early

11He's gane home to her father's bower,. . . . . . .. . . . . . .

12'Where is the lady o this ha?''She's out wi the young maids, playing at the ba.'I the braw nights so early

13'No,' says another, 'she's riding oer the moor,And a' to be Earl Brand's whore.'I the braw nights so early

14The king mounted fifteen weel armed men,A' to get Earl Brand taen.I the braw hills so early

15The lady looked over her white horse mane:'O Earl Brand, we will be taen.'In the braw hills so early

16He says, If they come one by one,Ye'll no see me so soon taen.In the braw hills so early

17So they came every one but one,And he has killd them a' but ane.In the braw hills so early

18And that one came behind his back,And gave Earl Brand a deadly stroke.In the braw hills of Airly

19For as sair wounded as he was,He lifted the lady on her horse.In the braw nights so early

20'O Earl Brand, I see thy heart's bluid!''It's but the shadow of my scarlet robe.'I the braw nights so early

21He came to his mother's home;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .

22She looked out and cryd her son was gone,And a' for the sake [of] an English loon.. . . . . . .

23'What will I do wi your lady fair?''Marry her to my eldest brother.'The brawest knight i Airly

211. to her.211, 22are written as one stanza.

211. to her.

211, 22are written as one stanza.

A stall-copy lent me by Mrs Alexander Forbes, Liberton, Edinburgh.

1'Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas,' she said,'And draw to your arms so bright;Let it never be said a daughter of yoursShall go with a lord or a knight.2'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,And draw to your armour so bright;Let it never be said a sister of yoursShall go with a lord or a knight.'3He looked over his left shoulder,To see what he could see,And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold,And her father that lov'd her tenderly.4'Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,'And hold my steed in thy hand,That I may go fight with your seven brethren bold,And your father who's just at hand.'5O there she stood, and bitter she stood,And never did shed a tear,Till once she saw her seven brethren slain,And her father she lovd so dear.6'Hold, hold your hand, William,' she said,'For thy strokes are wondrous sore;For sweethearts I may get many a one,But a father I neer will get more.'7She took out a handkerchief of holland so fineAnd wip'd her father's bloody wound,Which ran more clear than the red wine,And forked on the cold ground.8'O chuse you, chuse you, Margret,' he said,'Whether you will go or bide!''I must go with you, Lord William,' she said,'Since you've left me no other guide.'9He lifted her on a milk-white steed,And himself on a dapple grey,With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,And they slowly both rode away.10Away they rode, and better they rode,Till they came to yonder sand,Till once they came to yon river side,And there they lighted down.11They lighted down to take a drinkOf the spring that ran so clear,And there she spy'd his bonny heart's blood,A running down the stream.12'Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,'For I fear that you are slain;'''T is nought but the shade of my scarlet clothes,That is sparkling down the stream.'13He lifted her on a milk-white steed,And himself on a dapple grey,With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,And slowly they rode away.14Ay they rode, and better they rode,Till they came to his mother's bower;Till once they came to his mother's bower,And down they lighted there.15'O mother, mother, make my bed,And make it saft and fine,And lay my lady close at my back,That I may sleep most sound.'16Lord William he died eer middle o the night,Lady Margret long before the morrow;Lord William he died for pure true love,And Lady Margret died for sorrow.17Lord William was bury'd in Lady Mary's kirk,The other in Saint Mary's quire;Out of William's grave sprang a red rose,And out of Margret's a briar.18And ay they grew, and ay they threw,As they wad fain been near;And by this you may ken right wellThey were twa lovers dear.

1'Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas,' she said,'And draw to your arms so bright;Let it never be said a daughter of yoursShall go with a lord or a knight.

2'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,And draw to your armour so bright;Let it never be said a sister of yoursShall go with a lord or a knight.'

3He looked over his left shoulder,To see what he could see,And there he spy'd her seven brethren bold,And her father that lov'd her tenderly.

4'Light down, light down, Lady Margret,' he said,'And hold my steed in thy hand,That I may go fight with your seven brethren bold,And your father who's just at hand.'

5O there she stood, and bitter she stood,And never did shed a tear,Till once she saw her seven brethren slain,And her father she lovd so dear.

6'Hold, hold your hand, William,' she said,'For thy strokes are wondrous sore;For sweethearts I may get many a one,But a father I neer will get more.'

7She took out a handkerchief of holland so fineAnd wip'd her father's bloody wound,Which ran more clear than the red wine,And forked on the cold ground.

8'O chuse you, chuse you, Margret,' he said,'Whether you will go or bide!''I must go with you, Lord William,' she said,'Since you've left me no other guide.'

9He lifted her on a milk-white steed,And himself on a dapple grey,With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,And they slowly both rode away.

10Away they rode, and better they rode,Till they came to yonder sand,Till once they came to yon river side,And there they lighted down.

11They lighted down to take a drinkOf the spring that ran so clear,And there she spy'd his bonny heart's blood,A running down the stream.

12'Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,'For I fear that you are slain;'''T is nought but the shade of my scarlet clothes,That is sparkling down the stream.'

13He lifted her on a milk-white steed,And himself on a dapple grey,With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,And slowly they rode away.

14Ay they rode, and better they rode,Till they came to his mother's bower;Till once they came to his mother's bower,And down they lighted there.

15'O mother, mother, make my bed,And make it saft and fine,And lay my lady close at my back,That I may sleep most sound.'

16Lord William he died eer middle o the night,Lady Margret long before the morrow;Lord William he died for pure true love,And Lady Margret died for sorrow.

17Lord William was bury'd in Lady Mary's kirk,The other in Saint Mary's quire;Out of William's grave sprang a red rose,And out of Margret's a briar.

18And ay they grew, and ay they threw,As they wad fain been near;And by this you may ken right wellThey were twa lovers dear.

105b.D.10. For Kinlock (twice) read Kinloch; and read I, 330.

The stanza cited is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 95 and 255.

107b. There is possibly a souvenir of Walter in Sušil, p. 105, No 107. A man and woman are riding on one horse in the mountains. He asks her to sing. Her song is heard by robbers, who come, intending to kill him and carry her off. He bids her go under a maple-tree, kills twelve, and spares one, to carry the booty home.

P.111a.B b, as prepared by Kinloch for printing, is found in Kinloch MSS, VII, 105.

Add:F.'The Fair Flower of Northumberland,' Gibb MS., No 8.

117.

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