61. of nine.63.at the end of the stanza.73. spend 40li:.74. pounds 3.113.There is a mark like an undottedi,in the MS., before theyofappoynted.Furnivall.154. 40.203. camot.212, 243. 5.213. must pursue.273. 40s..274. 10li..291. wim.332, 333.Stanza 35 is written between these lines, "but marked by a bracket, and by Percy, to go in its proper place." Furnivall.351. 40li..361. 40tye..362, 3. 40.364.Only half thenofcompanyein the MS. Furnivall.373. 1000li:.463. or 2.51, 52are bracketed as beginning the2d:parte.514. cane.524. for 4.542. 2.561, 2, 3. 40.573. bomy.591. 30.602. 16.613. the euer.614. 40li..643. 100d..672. 3.674. 4.684. 2 or 3.722. rum.751. Then.811. stamching.812. him praie,perhaps.821. 2.834. 40li:.862. 3.902. 2 or 3.935. you maintaine.961. owme.Andfor&throughout.
61. of nine.
63.at the end of the stanza.
73. spend 40li:.
74. pounds 3.
113.There is a mark like an undottedi,in the MS., before theyofappoynted.Furnivall.
154. 40.
203. camot.
212, 243. 5.
213. must pursue.
273. 40s..
274. 10li..
291. wim.
332, 333.Stanza 35 is written between these lines, "but marked by a bracket, and by Percy, to go in its proper place." Furnivall.
351. 40li..
361. 40tye..
362, 3. 40.
364.Only half thenofcompanyein the MS. Furnivall.
373. 1000li:.
463. or 2.
51, 52are bracketed as beginning the2d:parte.
514. cane.
524. for 4.
542. 2.
561, 2, 3. 40.
573. bomy.
591. 30.
602. 16.
613. the euer.
614. 40li..
643. 100d..
672. 3.
674. 4.
684. 2 or 3.
722. rum.
751. Then.
811. stamching.
812. him praie,perhaps.
821. 2.
834. 40li:.
862. 3.
902. 2 or 3.
935. you maintaine.
961. owme.
Andfor&throughout.
B.
The Lovers Quarrel, or, Cupids Triumph, being the Pleasant History of Fair Rosamond of Scotland: being daughter to the Lord Arundel, whose love was obtained by the valour of Tommy Pots, who conquered the Lord Phenix, and wounded him, and after obtained her to be his wife.
The Lovers Quarrel, or, Cupids Triumph, being the Pleasant History of Fair Rosamond of Scotland: being daughter to the Lord Arundel, whose love was obtained by the valour of Tommy Pots, who conquered the Lord Phenix, and wounded him, and after obtained her to be his wife.
a.
London, printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright and J. Clarke. 1677.163. high thee.304. then pounds.482. sinceis torn.682. me tell.754. or 3.Andfor&throughout.After32: The Second Part.After56: The Third Part.
London, printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, J. Wright and J. Clarke. 1677.
163. high thee.
304. then pounds.
482. sinceis torn.
682. me tell.
754. or 3.
Andfor&throughout.
After32: The Second Part.
After56: The Third Part.
b.
71. it is.134. quitewanting.151. my will.153. towanting.161. see you.162. hye thee.172. give me.182. merry be.184. I will.191. run.242. So that.253. three miles.262. thoult.273. this letter.274. see or spy.292. to stay.331. leaving.384, 604, 784. ne'r.422. Christ Jesus.441. him you make.462. A serving-man of low degree.484. to speak.531. will you.554. Tom.582. prithee.583. lady gay.593. amwanting.601. stand thou on.611. thewanting.632. mayst forthwith.643. there is.662. takest.663. than.664. pound.691. of courage.692. he can.701. that horse.731. thatwanting.733. kept.744. in their.754. then.772. now that this.814. would I.824. kind ofwanting.854. I cannot.871. thou say'st.894. And her.901. thoult.902. loose: 't is.914. needs must.922. get behind him so.933. I'le.934. the one.944. never try:right?964.Ritson printsslain is he.983. estate.1014. thou'st have.1031. forwanting.1041. ladies in.1042. ladies of.A copy in"Northern Penny Histories," Bodleian Library, Douce, p. p. 172, London, William Dicey,which may date about 1725, is somewhat modernized and has not a few petty variations. Only the following readings seem worth the noting.92. fast he did.151. my will.193. Salisbury Castle.441. you make.601. stand on.851. How for.944. never try.964. have I.This copy has an additional stanza:
71. it is.
134. quitewanting.
151. my will.
153. towanting.
161. see you.
162. hye thee.
172. give me.
182. merry be.
184. I will.
191. run.
242. So that.
253. three miles.
262. thoult.
273. this letter.
274. see or spy.
292. to stay.
331. leaving.
384, 604, 784. ne'r.
422. Christ Jesus.
441. him you make.
462. A serving-man of low degree.
484. to speak.
531. will you.
554. Tom.
582. prithee.
583. lady gay.
593. amwanting.
601. stand thou on.
611. thewanting.
632. mayst forthwith.
643. there is.
662. takest.
663. than.
664. pound.
691. of courage.
692. he can.
701. that horse.
731. thatwanting.
733. kept.
744. in their.
754. then.
772. now that this.
814. would I.
824. kind ofwanting.
854. I cannot.
871. thou say'st.
894. And her.
901. thoult.
902. loose: 't is.
914. needs must.
922. get behind him so.
933. I'le.
934. the one.
944. never try:right?
964.Ritson printsslain is he.
983. estate.
1014. thou'st have.
1031. forwanting.
1041. ladies in.
1042. ladies of.
A copy in"Northern Penny Histories," Bodleian Library, Douce, p. p. 172, London, William Dicey,which may date about 1725, is somewhat modernized and has not a few petty variations. Only the following readings seem worth the noting.
92. fast he did.
151. my will.
193. Salisbury Castle.
441. you make.
601. stand on.
851. How for.
944. never try.
964. have I.
This copy has an additional stanza:
106.The lady she did loyal prove,As many do in Scotland know,And how they spent their days in loveThe Second Book shall plainly show.
106.The lady she did loyal prove,As many do in Scotland know,And how they spent their days in loveThe Second Book shall plainly show.
C.
The two constant Lovers in Scotland, or, A pattern of true Love, expressed in this ensuing Dialogue between an Earls daughter in Scotland and a poor Serving-man; she refusing to marry the Lord Fenix, which her father would force her to take, but clave to her first Love, Tomey o'th Pots.Andfor&.293. senninght.472. self.After38: The Second Part.
The two constant Lovers in Scotland, or, A pattern of true Love, expressed in this ensuing Dialogue between an Earls daughter in Scotland and a poor Serving-man; she refusing to marry the Lord Fenix, which her father would force her to take, but clave to her first Love, Tomey o'th Pots.
Andfor&.
293. senninght.
472. self.
After38: The Second Part.
A.'The Beautifull Shepherdesse of Arcadia.'a.Roxburghe Ballads, III, 160, 161.b.Roxburghe Ballads, II, 30, 31. 27 stanzas.B.'Shepherd's Dochter,' Kinloch MSS, V, 255. 33 stanzas.C.'Earl Richard,' Kinloch MSS, VII, 69. 30 stanzas.D.Kinloch MSS, VII, 68, fragments. 16 stanzas.E.'Earl Richard, the Queen's Brother.'a.Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 81.b.Motherwell's MS., p. 459; Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 377. 60 stanzas.F.'Earl Lithgow.'a.Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 91. 63 stanzas.b.Christie's Traditional Ballad Airs, I, 184. 22 stanzas.G.'Jo Janet,' Gibb MS., No 1. 34 stanzas.H.'The Shepherd's Daughter,' Kinloch MSS, V, 20; also, Kinloch MSS, VII, 61, and Kinloch's Scottish Ballads, p. 25. 19 stanzas.I.Communicated by Dr Thomas Davidson, from his own recollection. 11 stanzas.J.'Earl Richard,' Dr J. Robertson's Journal of Excursions, No 7. 17(?) stanzas.K.'The Knight and the Shepherd's Daughter,' Motherwell's MS., p. 226. 18 stanzas.L.Motherwell's Note-Book, p. 1. 3 stanzas.
A.'The Beautifull Shepherdesse of Arcadia.'a.Roxburghe Ballads, III, 160, 161.b.Roxburghe Ballads, II, 30, 31. 27 stanzas.
B.'Shepherd's Dochter,' Kinloch MSS, V, 255. 33 stanzas.
C.'Earl Richard,' Kinloch MSS, VII, 69. 30 stanzas.
D.Kinloch MSS, VII, 68, fragments. 16 stanzas.
E.'Earl Richard, the Queen's Brother.'a.Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 81.b.Motherwell's MS., p. 459; Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 377. 60 stanzas.
F.'Earl Lithgow.'a.Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 91. 63 stanzas.b.Christie's Traditional Ballad Airs, I, 184. 22 stanzas.
G.'Jo Janet,' Gibb MS., No 1. 34 stanzas.
H.'The Shepherd's Daughter,' Kinloch MSS, V, 20; also, Kinloch MSS, VII, 61, and Kinloch's Scottish Ballads, p. 25. 19 stanzas.
I.Communicated by Dr Thomas Davidson, from his own recollection. 11 stanzas.
J.'Earl Richard,' Dr J. Robertson's Journal of Excursions, No 7. 17(?) stanzas.
K.'The Knight and the Shepherd's Daughter,' Motherwell's MS., p. 226. 18 stanzas.
L.Motherwell's Note-Book, p. 1. 3 stanzas.
The only English version of this ballad is a broadside, found in the Roxburghe Collection.[172]It was given from a black-letter copy, with changes and the omission of stanza 4, in the Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, 1765, III, 75. Hearne, in his preface to Guilielmi Neubrigensis Historia, I, lxx (cited by Percy), remarks that some impressions were adorned with the picture of a queen, meant, as he maintains, to be Elizabeth, and quotes the first stanza.[173]From this Percy infers that the ballad was popular in Elizabeth's time, a supposition probable enough in itself, and confirmed by the fifteenth stanza occurring (as Percy notes) in Fletcher's comedy of 'The Pilgrim,' 1621.[174]
Motherwell, Minstrelsy, Introduction, p. lxvi, says that the ballad was current in Scotland in many shapes (1827).
The copy in Kinloch's Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 13, isC, with the stanzas given here asDincorporated into it from another version.
Kinloch is fully justified in claiming for the Scottish ballad a decided superiority. The humorous artifices which the lady practises to maintain the character of a beggar's brat are,as he says, kept up with great spirit and fancy, and, as far as we know, are entirely of Scottish invention. It might perhaps be objected that in the course of tradition they have been exaggerated in later copies to a point threatening weariness.
The passage in which the knight rides off and is followed so closely by the maid, through river and all,A6-8,B5-10, etc., is found also in 'Child Waters,'A11-16,B4-11, etc., and suits both ballads perhaps equally well.
Parts of this ballad inevitably suggest a parallel with the tales belonging to the class of the 'Marriage of Sir Gawain.'[175]In the Wife of Bath's Tale, a lusty bachelor who has been out hawking meets a maid walking, and forces her to yield to his will. The offence is brought before King Arthur,[176]and the knight, as he is also called, is condemned to death. The alternative of marrying is so distasteful to him that he tries every means to avoid it. 'Take all my good,' he says to the woman, 'but let my body go.' But all for naught. Dame Ragnell makes a point of being wedded in high style; so does our shepherd's daughter inE37, 38,F38, 39. In Gower, the knight takes the woman on his horse and rides away sighing; and they also have a cauld and eerie ride inE39. The bride becomes, if possible, more and more repulsive in the Gawain tales, and endeavors to make herself so in the ballad. As in the tales, so in the ballad, the bridegroom will not turn about and make much of her,C29,E56,G30. The ugly woman turns out to be a king's daughter in Gower's tale, a most desirable wife in all the others; and the shepherdess is a king's daughter inB,E,F,K, and at least an excellent match in other copies. The knight is nephew to a king or emperor in three of the tales, and the queen's brother or the king's in nearly all the ballads.[177]Even the Billy Blin inF60-63,G31, 32, cf.D15,16, looks like a remnant of the fairy machinery of the Gawain tales.
The tragic ballad of 'Ebbe Galt,' Danske Viser, II, 47, No 63, has several features in common with 'The Knight and Shepherd's Daughter.' Ebbe Galt has been drinking heavily with the king's men. Riding home through a wood, he meets in an evil hour a farmer's pretty wife, and offers her presents to show him the way to the town. She undertakes to do so, though much afraid. They come to the farmer's house. Ebbe Galt begins to ban and beat, and in the end ravishes the woman, using extreme cruelty. She says, Now you have had your will of me, with little good to either of us, for God's sake tell me your name.[178]He declares himself to be Ebbe Galt. The farmer comes home and is told all. He comforts his wife and goes to make his plaint to the king. If any man in the court has done this, says the king, it shall cost him his life. When he learns that the man is his nephew, he would rather than half Denmark not have pronounced so harsh a doom. Ebbe Galt is summoned to answer for himself. He is not much better sober than drunk, though the ballad lays the fault on ale. He tells the farmer to produce his wife; she will make no complaint. The woman gives her evidence. She had treated Ebbe Galt with all hospitality as her husband's guest. He had broken in the doors of the room where she was with her children, beaten five maids and killed three swains. Ebbe's father offers his horse and a thousand mark as ransom. The king says that he himself, if it lay in him, would have redeemed the youth with three thousand; Ebbe Galt shall die. While they are taking him off, Ebbe is flippant: he would not mind losing his life had the woman been prettier.
There is a very favorite Scandinavian ballad, see 'Tærningspillet,' Grundtvig, IV, 402, No238, in which a fair lady challenges a young horse-boy, or boatswain, to play tables with her, and after having won from him all he has, stakes herself against his shoes or the like. The youth now wins; she makes him handsome offers, rising constantly in value, to let her off, but he will not. God pity me! she says; but he reveals to her that her case is not a bad one, for he is the best king's son in the world.[179]
An imitation of the English ballad by Laplace, 'Lise et Mainfroi,' 1740, terminates more sentimentally. The shepherdess persists that she will have the hand which the king has awarded her, until she stands before the altar. She then declares that her sense of honor has been satisfied, and resigns a very advantageous match (for she is not a princess in disguise), with "Puisses-tu du moins quelquefois te souvenir de ta bergère!" Mainfroi exclaims in a transport, Stay, deign to be my wife! the king and all the court unite in the entreaty, and Lise yields. She certainly is entitled to a statuette in porcelain. See Charles Malo, Les Chansons d'Autrefois, pp. 124-128.
The copy in Percy's Reliques is translated by Bodmer, I, 88.
a.Roxburghe Ballads, III, 160, 161.b.The same, II, 30, 31.
a.Roxburghe Ballads, III, 160, 161.b.The same, II, 30, 31.
1There was a shepherd's daughterCame triping on the way,And there she met a courteous knight,Which caused her to stay.Sing trang dil do lee2'Good morow to you, beautious maid,'These words pronounced he;'O I shall dye this day,' he said,'If I have not my will of thee.'3'The Lord forbid,' the maid reply'd,'That such a thing should be,That ever such a courteous yong knightShould dye for love of me.'4He took her by the middle so small,And laid her down on the plain,And after he had had his will,He took her up again.5'Now you have had your wil, good sir,And put my body thus to shame,Even as you are a courteous knight,Tel me what is your name.'6'Some men do call me Jack, sweet heart,And some do call me John,But when I come to the king's [fair] court,They call me Sweet William.'7He set his foot in the stirrop,And away then did he ride;She tuckt her kirtle about her middle,And run close by his side.8But when she came to the broad water,She set her brest and swom,And when she was got out again,She took her heels and run.9He never was the courteous knightTo say, Fair maid, will you ride?Nor she never was so loving a maidTo say, Sir Knight, abide.10But when she came to the king's fair court,She knocked at the ring;So ready was the king himselfTo let this fair maid in.11'O Christ you save, my gracious leige,Your body Christ save and see!You have got a knight within your courtThis day hath robbed me.12'What hath he robbed thee of, fair maid?Of purple or of pall?Or hath he took thy gay gold ring,From off thy finger small?'13'He hath not robbed me, my liege,Of purple nor of pall;But he hath got my maidenhead,Which grieves me worst of all.'14'Now if he be a batchelor,His body I'le give to thee;But if he be a married man,High hanged shall he be.'15He called down his merry men all,By one, by two, and by three;Sweet William was us'd to be the first,But now the last comes hee.16He brought her down full forty pound,Ty'd up with[in] a glove:'Fair maid, I give the same to the,And seek another love.'17'O I'le have none of your gold,' she said,'Nor I'le have none of your fee;But I must have your fair bodyThe king hath given me.'18Sweet William ran and fetcht her thenFive hundred pound in gold,Saying, Fair maid, take this unto thee;Thy fault will never be told.19''T is not your gold that shall me tempt,'These words then answered she,'But I must have your own body;So the king hath granted me.'20'Would I had drank the fair waterWhen I did drink the wine,That ever any shepherd's daughterShould be a fair lady of mine!21Would I had drunk the puddle-waterWhen I did drink the ale,That ever any shepherd's daughterShould have told me such a tale!'22'A shepheard's daughter as I was,You might have let me be;I'd never come to the king's fair courtTo have craved any love of thee.'23He set her on a milk-white steed,And himselfe upon a gray;He hung a bugle about his neck,And so they rode away.24But when they came unto the placeWhere marriage rites were done,She provd her self a duke's daughter,And he but a squire's son.25'Now you have married me, sir knight,Your pleasures may be free;If you make me lady of one good town,I'le make you lord of three.'26'Accursed be the gold,' he said,'If thou hadst not bin true,That should have parted thee from me,To have chang'd thee for a new.'27Their hearts being then so linked fast,And joyning hand in hand,He had both purse and person too,And all at his command.
1There was a shepherd's daughterCame triping on the way,And there she met a courteous knight,Which caused her to stay.Sing trang dil do lee
2'Good morow to you, beautious maid,'These words pronounced he;'O I shall dye this day,' he said,'If I have not my will of thee.'
3'The Lord forbid,' the maid reply'd,'That such a thing should be,That ever such a courteous yong knightShould dye for love of me.'
4He took her by the middle so small,And laid her down on the plain,And after he had had his will,He took her up again.
5'Now you have had your wil, good sir,And put my body thus to shame,Even as you are a courteous knight,Tel me what is your name.'
6'Some men do call me Jack, sweet heart,And some do call me John,But when I come to the king's [fair] court,They call me Sweet William.'
7He set his foot in the stirrop,And away then did he ride;She tuckt her kirtle about her middle,And run close by his side.
8But when she came to the broad water,She set her brest and swom,And when she was got out again,She took her heels and run.
9He never was the courteous knightTo say, Fair maid, will you ride?Nor she never was so loving a maidTo say, Sir Knight, abide.
10But when she came to the king's fair court,She knocked at the ring;So ready was the king himselfTo let this fair maid in.
11'O Christ you save, my gracious leige,Your body Christ save and see!You have got a knight within your courtThis day hath robbed me.
12'What hath he robbed thee of, fair maid?Of purple or of pall?Or hath he took thy gay gold ring,From off thy finger small?'
13'He hath not robbed me, my liege,Of purple nor of pall;But he hath got my maidenhead,Which grieves me worst of all.'
14'Now if he be a batchelor,His body I'le give to thee;But if he be a married man,High hanged shall he be.'
15He called down his merry men all,By one, by two, and by three;Sweet William was us'd to be the first,But now the last comes hee.
16He brought her down full forty pound,Ty'd up with[in] a glove:'Fair maid, I give the same to the,And seek another love.'
17'O I'le have none of your gold,' she said,'Nor I'le have none of your fee;But I must have your fair bodyThe king hath given me.'
18Sweet William ran and fetcht her thenFive hundred pound in gold,Saying, Fair maid, take this unto thee;Thy fault will never be told.
19''T is not your gold that shall me tempt,'These words then answered she,'But I must have your own body;So the king hath granted me.'
20'Would I had drank the fair waterWhen I did drink the wine,That ever any shepherd's daughterShould be a fair lady of mine!
21Would I had drunk the puddle-waterWhen I did drink the ale,That ever any shepherd's daughterShould have told me such a tale!'
22'A shepheard's daughter as I was,You might have let me be;I'd never come to the king's fair courtTo have craved any love of thee.'
23He set her on a milk-white steed,And himselfe upon a gray;He hung a bugle about his neck,And so they rode away.
24But when they came unto the placeWhere marriage rites were done,She provd her self a duke's daughter,And he but a squire's son.
25'Now you have married me, sir knight,Your pleasures may be free;If you make me lady of one good town,I'le make you lord of three.'
26'Accursed be the gold,' he said,'If thou hadst not bin true,That should have parted thee from me,To have chang'd thee for a new.'
27Their hearts being then so linked fast,And joyning hand in hand,He had both purse and person too,And all at his command.
Kinloch MSS, V, 255, in the handwriting of Mr Kinloch.
Kinloch MSS, V, 255, in the handwriting of Mr Kinloch.
1There was a shepherd's dochterKept sheep upon yon hill,And by cam a gay braw gentleman,And wad hae had his will.2He took her by the milk-white hand,And laid her on the ground,And whan he got his will o herHe lift her up again.3'O syne ye've got your will o me,Your will o me ye've taen,'T is all I ask o you, kind sir,Is to tell to me your name.'4'Sometimes they call me Jack,' he said,'Sometimes they call me John,But whan I am in the king's court,My name is Wilfu Will.'5Then he loup on his milk-white steed,And straught away he rade,And she did kilt her petticoats,And after him she gaed.6He never was sae kind as say,O lassie, will ye ride?Nor ever had she the courage to say,O laddie, will ye bide!7Until they cam to a wan water,Which was called Clyde,And then he turned about his horse,Said, Lassie, will ye ride?8'I learned it in my father's hall,I learned it for my weel,That whan I come to deep water,I can swim as it were an eel.9'I learned it in my mother's bower,I learned it for my better,That whan I come to broad water,I can swim like ony otter.'10He plunged his steed into the ford,And straught way thro he rade,And she set in her lilly feet,And thro the water wade.11And whan she cam to the king's court,She tirled on the pin,And wha sae ready's the king himselTo let the fair maid in?12'What is your will wi me, fair maid?What is your will wi me?''There is a man into your courtThis day has robbed me.'13'O has he taen your gold,' he said,'Or has he taen your fee?Or has he stown your maidenhead,The flower of your bodye?'14'He has na taen my gold, kind sir,Nor as little has he taen my fee,But he has taen my maidenhead,The flower of my bodye.'15'O gif he be a married man,High hangit shall he be,But gif he be a bachelor,His body I'll grant thee.'16'Sometimes they call him Jack,' she said,'Sometimes they call him John,But whan he's in the king's court,His name is Sweet William.'17'There's not a William in a' my court,Never a one but three,And one of them is the Queen's brother;I wad laugh gif it war he.'18The king called on his merry men,By thirty and by three;Sweet Willie, wha used to be foremost man,Was the hindmost a' but three.19O he cam cripple, and he cam blind,Cam twa-fald oer a tree:'O be he cripple, or be he blind,This very same man is he.'20'O whether will ye marry the bonny may,Or hang on the gallows-tree?''O I will rather marry the bonny may,Afore that I do die.'21But he took out a purse of gold,Weel locked in a glove:'O tak ye that, my bonny may,And seek anither love.'22'O I will hae none o your gold,' she says,'Nor as little ony of your fee,But I will hae your ain body,The king has granted me.'23O he took out a purse of gold,A purse of gold and store;'O tak ye that, fair may,' he said,'Frae me ye'll neer get mair.'24'O haud your tongue, young man,' she says,'And I pray you let me be;For I will hae your ain body,The king has granted me.'25He mounted her on a bonny bay horse,Himsel on the silver grey;He drew his bonnet out oer his een,He whipt and rade away.26O whan they cam to yon nettle bush,The nettles they war spread:'O an my mither war but here,' she says,'These nettles she wad sued.'27'O an I had drank the wan waterWhan I did drink the wine,That eer a shepherd's dochterShould hae been a love o mine!'28'O may be I'm a shepherd's dochter,And may be I am nane;But you might hae ridden on your ways,And hae let me alane.'29O whan they cam unto yon mill,She heard the mill clap:. . . . . . .. . . . . . .30'Clap on, clap on, thou bonny mill,Weel may thou, I say,For mony a time thou's filled my pockWi baith oat-meal and grey.'31'O an I had drank the wan waterWhan I did drink the wine,That eer a shepherd's dochterShould hae been a love o mine!'32'O may be I'm a shepherd's dochter,And may be I am nane;But you might hae ridden on your ways,And hae let me alane.33'But yet I think a fitter matchCould scarcely gang thegitherThan the King of France's auld dochterAnd the Queen of Scotland's brither.'
1There was a shepherd's dochterKept sheep upon yon hill,And by cam a gay braw gentleman,And wad hae had his will.
2He took her by the milk-white hand,And laid her on the ground,And whan he got his will o herHe lift her up again.
3'O syne ye've got your will o me,Your will o me ye've taen,'T is all I ask o you, kind sir,Is to tell to me your name.'
4'Sometimes they call me Jack,' he said,'Sometimes they call me John,But whan I am in the king's court,My name is Wilfu Will.'
5Then he loup on his milk-white steed,And straught away he rade,And she did kilt her petticoats,And after him she gaed.
6He never was sae kind as say,O lassie, will ye ride?Nor ever had she the courage to say,O laddie, will ye bide!
7Until they cam to a wan water,Which was called Clyde,And then he turned about his horse,Said, Lassie, will ye ride?
8'I learned it in my father's hall,I learned it for my weel,That whan I come to deep water,I can swim as it were an eel.
9'I learned it in my mother's bower,I learned it for my better,That whan I come to broad water,I can swim like ony otter.'
10He plunged his steed into the ford,And straught way thro he rade,And she set in her lilly feet,And thro the water wade.
11And whan she cam to the king's court,She tirled on the pin,And wha sae ready's the king himselTo let the fair maid in?
12'What is your will wi me, fair maid?What is your will wi me?''There is a man into your courtThis day has robbed me.'
13'O has he taen your gold,' he said,'Or has he taen your fee?Or has he stown your maidenhead,The flower of your bodye?'
14'He has na taen my gold, kind sir,Nor as little has he taen my fee,But he has taen my maidenhead,The flower of my bodye.'
15'O gif he be a married man,High hangit shall he be,But gif he be a bachelor,His body I'll grant thee.'
16'Sometimes they call him Jack,' she said,'Sometimes they call him John,But whan he's in the king's court,His name is Sweet William.'
17'There's not a William in a' my court,Never a one but three,And one of them is the Queen's brother;I wad laugh gif it war he.'
18The king called on his merry men,By thirty and by three;Sweet Willie, wha used to be foremost man,Was the hindmost a' but three.
19O he cam cripple, and he cam blind,Cam twa-fald oer a tree:'O be he cripple, or be he blind,This very same man is he.'
20'O whether will ye marry the bonny may,Or hang on the gallows-tree?''O I will rather marry the bonny may,Afore that I do die.'
21But he took out a purse of gold,Weel locked in a glove:'O tak ye that, my bonny may,And seek anither love.'
22'O I will hae none o your gold,' she says,'Nor as little ony of your fee,But I will hae your ain body,The king has granted me.'
23O he took out a purse of gold,A purse of gold and store;'O tak ye that, fair may,' he said,'Frae me ye'll neer get mair.'
24'O haud your tongue, young man,' she says,'And I pray you let me be;For I will hae your ain body,The king has granted me.'
25He mounted her on a bonny bay horse,Himsel on the silver grey;He drew his bonnet out oer his een,He whipt and rade away.
26O whan they cam to yon nettle bush,The nettles they war spread:'O an my mither war but here,' she says,'These nettles she wad sued.'
27'O an I had drank the wan waterWhan I did drink the wine,That eer a shepherd's dochterShould hae been a love o mine!'
28'O may be I'm a shepherd's dochter,And may be I am nane;But you might hae ridden on your ways,And hae let me alane.'
29O whan they cam unto yon mill,She heard the mill clap:. . . . . . .. . . . . . .
30'Clap on, clap on, thou bonny mill,Weel may thou, I say,For mony a time thou's filled my pockWi baith oat-meal and grey.'
31'O an I had drank the wan waterWhan I did drink the wine,That eer a shepherd's dochterShould hae been a love o mine!'
32'O may be I'm a shepherd's dochter,And may be I am nane;But you might hae ridden on your ways,And hae let me alane.
33'But yet I think a fitter matchCould scarcely gang thegitherThan the King of France's auld dochterAnd the Queen of Scotland's brither.'
Kinloch's MSS, VII, 69; apparently from the recitation of Mrs Charles of Torry, Aberdeen, born in Mearnshire.
Kinloch's MSS, VII, 69; apparently from the recitation of Mrs Charles of Torry, Aberdeen, born in Mearnshire.
1There was a shepherd's dochterKept sheep on yonder hill;Bye cam a knicht frae the High College,And he wad hae his will.2Whan he had got his wills o her,His will as he has taen:'Wad ye be sae gude and kindAs tell to me your name?'3'Some ca's me Jock, some ca's me John,Some disna ken my name,But whan I'm into the king's court,Mitchcock is my name.'4'Mitchcock! hey!' the lady did say,And spelt it oure again;'If that 's your name in the Latin tongue,Earl Richard is your name!'5O jumpt he upon his horse,And said he wad go ride;Kilted she her green claithing,And said she wad na bide.6The knicht rade on, the lady ran,A live-lang simmer's day,Till they cam to a wan waterWas calld the river Tay.7'Jump on behind, ye weill-faurd may,Or do ye chuse to ride?''No, thank ye, sir,' the lady said,'I rather chuse to wade;'And afore that he was mid-water,She was at the ither side.8'Turn back, turn back, ye weill-faurd may,My heart will brak in three:''And sae did mine in yon bonny hill-side,Whan ye wad [na] lat me be.'9'Whare gat ye that gay claithingThis day I see on thee?''My mither was a gude milk-nurse,And a gude nourice was she;She nursd the Earl of Stockford's daughter,And gat aw this to me.'10Whan she cam to the king's court,She rappit wi a ring;Sae ready as the king himselWas to let the lady in!11'There is a knicht into your courtThis day has robbed me:''O has he taen your gowd,' he says,'Or has he taen your fee?'12'He has na taen my gowd,' she says,'Nor yet has he my fee;But he has taen my maiden-head,The flowr o my fair bodie.'13Then out bespak the queen hersel,Wha sat by the king's knee:There's na a knicht in aw our courtWad hae dune that to thee,Unless it war my brither, Earl Richard,And forbid it it war he!14Wad ye ken your love,Amang a hunder men?'I wad,' said the bonnie ladie,'Amang five hunder and ten.'15The king made aw his merry men pass,By ane, by twa, and three;Earl Richard us'd to be the first man,But he was hinmost man that day.16He cam hauping on ane foot,And winking with ae ee;But 'Ha! ha!' said the bonnie ladie,'That same young man are ye.'17He's taen her up to a hie towr-headAnd offerd her hunder punds in a glove:'Gin ye be a courteous maid,Ye'll choice anither love.'18'What care I for your hunder pund?Na mair than ye wad for mine;What's a hunder pund to me,To a marriage wi a king!'19Whan the marriage it was oure,And ilk ane took them horse,'It never set a beggar's bratAt nae knicht's back to be.'20The ladie met wi a beggar-wife,And gied her half o crown:'Tell aw your neebours, whan ye gang hame,That Earl Richard's your gude-son.'21'O hold your tongue, ye beggar's brat,My heart will brak in three;''And sae did mine on yon bonny hill-side,Whan ye wad na let me be.'22Whan she cam to yon nettle-dyke,. . . . . . .'An my auld mither she was here,Sae weill as she wad ye pu.23'She wad boil ye weill, and butter ye weill,And sup till she war fu,And lay her head upon her dish-doup,And sleep like onie sow.'24Whan she cam to Earl Richard's house,The sheets war holland fine:'O haud awa thae linen sheets,And bring to me the linsey cloutsI hae been best used in.'25['Awa, awa wi your siller spoons,Haud them awa frae me;It would set me better to feed my flocksWi the brose-cap on my knee:Sae bring to me the gude ram's horn,The spoons I've been used wi.']26'Hold your tongue, ye beggar's brat,My heart will brak in three;''And sae did mine on yon bonnie hill-side,Whan ye wadna lat me be.'27'I wish I had drank the well-waterWhan first I drank the wine!Never a shepherd's dochterWad hae been a love o mine.28'O I wish I'd drank the well-waterWhan first I drank the beer,That ever a shepherd's dochterShoud hae been my only dear!'* * * * *29'Ye'll turn about, Earl Richard,And mak some mair o me;An ye mak me lady o ae puir plow,I can mak ye laird o three.'30'If ye be the Earl of Stockford's dochter,As I've taen some thouchts ye be,Aft hae I waited at your father's yett,But your face I coud never see.'
1There was a shepherd's dochterKept sheep on yonder hill;Bye cam a knicht frae the High College,And he wad hae his will.
2Whan he had got his wills o her,His will as he has taen:'Wad ye be sae gude and kindAs tell to me your name?'
3'Some ca's me Jock, some ca's me John,Some disna ken my name,But whan I'm into the king's court,Mitchcock is my name.'
4'Mitchcock! hey!' the lady did say,And spelt it oure again;'If that 's your name in the Latin tongue,Earl Richard is your name!'
5O jumpt he upon his horse,And said he wad go ride;Kilted she her green claithing,And said she wad na bide.
6The knicht rade on, the lady ran,A live-lang simmer's day,Till they cam to a wan waterWas calld the river Tay.
7'Jump on behind, ye weill-faurd may,Or do ye chuse to ride?''No, thank ye, sir,' the lady said,'I rather chuse to wade;'And afore that he was mid-water,She was at the ither side.
8'Turn back, turn back, ye weill-faurd may,My heart will brak in three:''And sae did mine in yon bonny hill-side,Whan ye wad [na] lat me be.'
9'Whare gat ye that gay claithingThis day I see on thee?''My mither was a gude milk-nurse,And a gude nourice was she;She nursd the Earl of Stockford's daughter,And gat aw this to me.'
10Whan she cam to the king's court,She rappit wi a ring;Sae ready as the king himselWas to let the lady in!
11'There is a knicht into your courtThis day has robbed me:''O has he taen your gowd,' he says,'Or has he taen your fee?'
12'He has na taen my gowd,' she says,'Nor yet has he my fee;But he has taen my maiden-head,The flowr o my fair bodie.'
13Then out bespak the queen hersel,Wha sat by the king's knee:There's na a knicht in aw our courtWad hae dune that to thee,Unless it war my brither, Earl Richard,And forbid it it war he!
14Wad ye ken your love,Amang a hunder men?'I wad,' said the bonnie ladie,'Amang five hunder and ten.'
15The king made aw his merry men pass,By ane, by twa, and three;Earl Richard us'd to be the first man,But he was hinmost man that day.
16He cam hauping on ane foot,And winking with ae ee;But 'Ha! ha!' said the bonnie ladie,'That same young man are ye.'
17He's taen her up to a hie towr-headAnd offerd her hunder punds in a glove:'Gin ye be a courteous maid,Ye'll choice anither love.'
18'What care I for your hunder pund?Na mair than ye wad for mine;What's a hunder pund to me,To a marriage wi a king!'
19Whan the marriage it was oure,And ilk ane took them horse,'It never set a beggar's bratAt nae knicht's back to be.'
20The ladie met wi a beggar-wife,And gied her half o crown:'Tell aw your neebours, whan ye gang hame,That Earl Richard's your gude-son.'
21'O hold your tongue, ye beggar's brat,My heart will brak in three;''And sae did mine on yon bonny hill-side,Whan ye wad na let me be.'
22Whan she cam to yon nettle-dyke,. . . . . . .'An my auld mither she was here,Sae weill as she wad ye pu.
23'She wad boil ye weill, and butter ye weill,And sup till she war fu,And lay her head upon her dish-doup,And sleep like onie sow.'
24Whan she cam to Earl Richard's house,The sheets war holland fine:'O haud awa thae linen sheets,And bring to me the linsey cloutsI hae been best used in.'
25['Awa, awa wi your siller spoons,Haud them awa frae me;It would set me better to feed my flocksWi the brose-cap on my knee:Sae bring to me the gude ram's horn,The spoons I've been used wi.']
26'Hold your tongue, ye beggar's brat,My heart will brak in three;''And sae did mine on yon bonnie hill-side,Whan ye wadna lat me be.'
27'I wish I had drank the well-waterWhan first I drank the wine!Never a shepherd's dochterWad hae been a love o mine.
28'O I wish I'd drank the well-waterWhan first I drank the beer,That ever a shepherd's dochterShoud hae been my only dear!'
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29'Ye'll turn about, Earl Richard,And mak some mair o me;An ye mak me lady o ae puir plow,I can mak ye laird o three.'
30'If ye be the Earl of Stockford's dochter,As I've taen some thouchts ye be,Aft hae I waited at your father's yett,But your face I coud never see.'
Kinloch's MSS, VII, 68; apparently from the recitation of Jenny Watson of Lanark, aged seventy-three. Only such portions of this version were preserved as differed considerably fromC.
Kinloch's MSS, VII, 68; apparently from the recitation of Jenny Watson of Lanark, aged seventy-three. Only such portions of this version were preserved as differed considerably fromC.
* * * * *1And he was never sae discreetAs bid her loup on and ride,And she was neer sae meanly bredAs for to bid him bide.2And whan she cam to yon water,It was running like a flude:'I've learned it in my mither's bouer,I've learned it for my gude,That I can soum this wan waterLike a fish in a flude.3'I've learned it in my father's bouer,I've learned it for my better,And I will soum this wan waterAs tho I was ane otter.'* * * * *4'Gude day, gude day, my liege the king,Gude day, gude day, to thee;''Gude day,' quo he, 'my lady fair,What want ye wi me?'* * * * *5'Gin he be a single man,His bodie I'll gie thee;But gin he be a married man,I'll hang him on a tree.'* * * * *6He's powd out a hundred punds,Weel lockit in a glove;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .7'I'll hae nane o your gowd,' she said,'Nor either o your fee;But I will hae your ain bodieThe king has granted me.'8'O was ye gentle gotten, maid?Or was ye gentle born?Or hae ye onie gerss growing?Or hae ye onie corn?9'Or hae ye onie lands or rents,Lying at libertie?Or hae ye onie education,To dance alang wi me?'10'I was na gentle gotten, madam,Nor was I gentle born;Neither hae I gerss growing,Nor hae I onie corn.11'I have na onie lands or rents,Lying at libertie;Nor hae I onie education,To dance alang wi thee.'12He lap on ae milk-white steed,And she lap on anither,And then the twa rade out the wayLike sister and like brither.13And whan she cam to Tyne's water,She wililie did say,Fareweil, ye mills o Tyne's water,With thee I bid gude-day.14Fareweil, ye mills o Tyne's water,To you I bid gud-een,Whare monie a day I hae filld my pock,Baith at midnicht and at een.* * * * *15Whan they cam to her father's yett,She tirled on the pin;And an auld belly-blind man was sitting there,As they war entering in.16'The meetest marriage,' the belly-blind did cry,'Atween the ane and the ither,Atween the Earl of Stockford's dochterAnd the Queen o England's brither.'
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1And he was never sae discreetAs bid her loup on and ride,And she was neer sae meanly bredAs for to bid him bide.
2And whan she cam to yon water,It was running like a flude:'I've learned it in my mither's bouer,I've learned it for my gude,That I can soum this wan waterLike a fish in a flude.
3'I've learned it in my father's bouer,I've learned it for my better,And I will soum this wan waterAs tho I was ane otter.'
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4'Gude day, gude day, my liege the king,Gude day, gude day, to thee;''Gude day,' quo he, 'my lady fair,What want ye wi me?'
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5'Gin he be a single man,His bodie I'll gie thee;But gin he be a married man,I'll hang him on a tree.'
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6He's powd out a hundred punds,Weel lockit in a glove;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .
7'I'll hae nane o your gowd,' she said,'Nor either o your fee;But I will hae your ain bodieThe king has granted me.'
8'O was ye gentle gotten, maid?Or was ye gentle born?Or hae ye onie gerss growing?Or hae ye onie corn?
9'Or hae ye onie lands or rents,Lying at libertie?Or hae ye onie education,To dance alang wi me?'
10'I was na gentle gotten, madam,Nor was I gentle born;Neither hae I gerss growing,Nor hae I onie corn.
11'I have na onie lands or rents,Lying at libertie;Nor hae I onie education,To dance alang wi thee.'
12He lap on ae milk-white steed,And she lap on anither,And then the twa rade out the wayLike sister and like brither.
13And whan she cam to Tyne's water,She wililie did say,Fareweil, ye mills o Tyne's water,With thee I bid gude-day.
14Fareweil, ye mills o Tyne's water,To you I bid gud-een,Whare monie a day I hae filld my pock,Baith at midnicht and at een.
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15Whan they cam to her father's yett,She tirled on the pin;And an auld belly-blind man was sitting there,As they war entering in.
16'The meetest marriage,' the belly-blind did cry,'Atween the ane and the ither,Atween the Earl of Stockford's dochterAnd the Queen o England's brither.'