244JAMES HATLEY

A. a.“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 35, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, p. 6, Abbotsford.b.‘James Hatley,’ Campbell MSS, II, 289.c.‘James Hatelie,’ R. Chambers, The Romantic Scottish Ballads, their Epoch and Authorship, p. 37.

B.‘James Hately,’ “Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 39, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, p. 18. The same, transcribed by Thomas Wilkie, “Scotch Ballads,” etc., No 79, Abbotsford.

C.‘Jamie O’Lee,’ Motherwell’s MS., p. 654.

A.‘Sir Fenwick’ steals the king’s jewels and lays the blame on James Hatley, who is condemned to death. The king’s daughter steals the prison-keys from under her father’s head and pays a visit to Hatley, who assures her of his innocence, and tells her that Fenwick is the man. [b, the king is angry, and says that for stealing his jewels Hatley shall die ‘over the barriers:’ soB.] The princess goes to her father and begs the life of Hatley, and her boon is granted without demur. She asks one thing more, that Fenwick and Hatley may try their verity at the sword, and this is unhesitatingly conceded. Hatley is but fifteen years old (he is seventeenb, eighteenc, fifteen againC), and Fenwick is thirty-three; nevertheless, Fenwick gets three wounds. An English lord intermits: he would have given all his estates rather than Hatley should escape; a Scots lord replies that he would have fought to the knees in blood before Hatley should have been hanged. (The Scots lord is wanting in b; the passage is likely to be borrowed from ‘Geordie,’ No 209.) The king’s eldest son asks Hatley to dine, and makes him his captain by land and sea;[146]the king’s daughter invites him to dine, and announces that she has made a vow to marry no other man.

B.Hatley, accused of stealing the king’s jewels, goes to the little prince and asks what he will do for his page; the prince goes to his father and asks whathewill do for the page. The king says that Hatley has stolen his jewels, so a Norland lord has informed him, and Hatley must die ‘over the barriers.’ The prince offers to fight any man who lays the blame on Hatley. Fenwick maintains that Hatley is the thief. The prince gives Fenwick two or three mortal wounds; Fenwick hands him the key of his coffer, and in the coffer the jewels will be found. The king invests Hatley with Fenwick’s lands.

C.A false knight, Phenix, steals the queen’s jewels, and leaves the blame on Jamie O’Lee. The king sends for his son and tells him that Jamie has been accused of the theft by an English lord, and shall be banished from Scotland. The prince demands a man to fight with Jamie on this charge, and false Phenix offers himself. The prince at first objects, for Jamie is but fifteen years old, whereas Phenix is of course thirty-three; however, he tells Jamie that he must fight or be banished fromEngland(8, compare 14). Jamie protests his innocence. He fights with Phenix and receives the first wound, then runs Phenix through the body; Phenix owns his guilt. The king tells Jamie to come home with him; every knight in the court shall be at his command. The queen bids Jamie come home with her; he shall have a new livery every month. The prince invites Jamie to come home with him; all his lands in Scotland shall be at Jamie’s command. Jamie thanks king, queen, and nobility; he has been a prince’s page all his life, and a prince’s page he still will be.

Lines representingB123,4,C173,4, have been interpolated into the fragment of ‘The Slaughter of the Laird of Mellerstain,’ No 230:

They wad take the lands frae fause Fenwick,And give them to James Hately.There is no a month in a’ the yearBut changëd should his claithing be.

They wad take the lands frae fause Fenwick,And give them to James Hately.

They wad take the lands frae fause Fenwick,

And give them to James Hately.

There is no a month in a’ the yearBut changëd should his claithing be.

There is no a month in a’ the year

But changëd should his claithing be.

a.“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 35, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, p. 6, Abbotsford; “from Betty Hoyl, who learned it from her mother,” Gattonside.b.Campbell MSS, II, 289.c.R. Chambers, The Romantic Scottish Ballads, etc., 1859, p. 37; “taken down many years ago from the singing of an old man in the south of Scotland.”

1It happened once upon a time,When the king he was from home,Sir Fenwick he has stolen his jewels,And laid the blame on James Hatley.2James Hatley was in prison strong,A wait he was condemned to die;There was not one in all the courtTo speak one word for James Hatley.3No one but the king’s daughter,A wait she loved him tenderlie;She’s stolen the keys from her father’s head,And gaed and conversed wi James Hatley.4‘Come, tell to me now, James,’ she said,‘Come, tell to me if thou hast them stolen,And I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,Ye shall never be the worse of me.’5‘I have not stolen them, lady,’ he said,‘Nor as little it was intended by me;Sir Fenwick he has stolen them himself;A wait he has laid the blame on me.’6‘One asking, one asking, father dear,One asking, one asking grant to me,For I never asked one in my life;I am sure you cannot but grant it to me.’7‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,Ask it, and it granted shall be;If it should be my hole estate,Naesaid, naesaid, it shall not be.’8‘I want none of your gold, father,And I want none of your fee;All that I ask, father dear,It is the life of James Hatley.’9‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,Weel ask it, and it answerëd shall be;For I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,James Hatley shall never hangëd be.’10‘Another asking, father dear,Another asking grant to me;Let Fenwick and Hatley go [to] the sword,And let them try their verity.’11‘’Tis weel askëd, daughter dear,’Tis weel asked, and it granted shall be;For eer the morn or twelve o’clockThey both at the point of the sword shall be.’12James Hatley was fifteen years old,Sir Fenwick he was thirty three;But James lap about, and he struck about,Till he’s gaen Sir Fenwick wounds three.13‘Hold up, hold up, James Hatley,’ he cry’d,‘And let my breath go out and in;For I have stolen them myself,More shame and disgrace it is to me.’14Up and spake an English lord,And O but he spake haughtily!‘I would reather given my whole estatesBefore ye had not hanged James Hatley.’15But up and spake a Scottish lord,And O but he spake boldly!‘I would reather hae foughten among blood to the kneesBefore ye had hanged James Hatley.’16Up and spake the king’s eldest son,‘Come hame, James Hatley, and dine wi me;For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,Ye’s be my captain by land and by sea.’17Up and spake the king’s daughter,‘Come home, James Hatley, and dine wi me;For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,I’ll never marry a man but thee.’

1It happened once upon a time,When the king he was from home,Sir Fenwick he has stolen his jewels,And laid the blame on James Hatley.

It happened once upon a time,

When the king he was from home,

Sir Fenwick he has stolen his jewels,

And laid the blame on James Hatley.

2James Hatley was in prison strong,A wait he was condemned to die;There was not one in all the courtTo speak one word for James Hatley.

James Hatley was in prison strong,

A wait he was condemned to die;

There was not one in all the court

To speak one word for James Hatley.

3No one but the king’s daughter,A wait she loved him tenderlie;She’s stolen the keys from her father’s head,And gaed and conversed wi James Hatley.

No one but the king’s daughter,

A wait she loved him tenderlie;

She’s stolen the keys from her father’s head,

And gaed and conversed wi James Hatley.

4‘Come, tell to me now, James,’ she said,‘Come, tell to me if thou hast them stolen,And I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,Ye shall never be the worse of me.’

‘Come, tell to me now, James,’ she said,

‘Come, tell to me if thou hast them stolen,

And I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,

Ye shall never be the worse of me.’

5‘I have not stolen them, lady,’ he said,‘Nor as little it was intended by me;Sir Fenwick he has stolen them himself;A wait he has laid the blame on me.’

‘I have not stolen them, lady,’ he said,

‘Nor as little it was intended by me;

Sir Fenwick he has stolen them himself;

A wait he has laid the blame on me.’

6‘One asking, one asking, father dear,One asking, one asking grant to me,For I never asked one in my life;I am sure you cannot but grant it to me.’

‘One asking, one asking, father dear,

One asking, one asking grant to me,

For I never asked one in my life;

I am sure you cannot but grant it to me.’

7‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,Ask it, and it granted shall be;If it should be my hole estate,Naesaid, naesaid, it shall not be.’

‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,

Ask it, and it granted shall be;

If it should be my hole estate,

Naesaid, naesaid, it shall not be.’

8‘I want none of your gold, father,And I want none of your fee;All that I ask, father dear,It is the life of James Hatley.’

‘I want none of your gold, father,

And I want none of your fee;

All that I ask, father dear,

It is the life of James Hatley.’

9‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,Weel ask it, and it answerëd shall be;For I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,James Hatley shall never hangëd be.’

‘Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,

Weel ask it, and it answerëd shall be;

For I’ll make a vow, and I’ll keep it true,

James Hatley shall never hangëd be.’

10‘Another asking, father dear,Another asking grant to me;Let Fenwick and Hatley go [to] the sword,And let them try their verity.’

‘Another asking, father dear,

Another asking grant to me;

Let Fenwick and Hatley go [to] the sword,

And let them try their verity.’

11‘’Tis weel askëd, daughter dear,’Tis weel asked, and it granted shall be;For eer the morn or twelve o’clockThey both at the point of the sword shall be.’

‘’Tis weel askëd, daughter dear,

’Tis weel asked, and it granted shall be;

For eer the morn or twelve o’clock

They both at the point of the sword shall be.’

12James Hatley was fifteen years old,Sir Fenwick he was thirty three;But James lap about, and he struck about,Till he’s gaen Sir Fenwick wounds three.

James Hatley was fifteen years old,

Sir Fenwick he was thirty three;

But James lap about, and he struck about,

Till he’s gaen Sir Fenwick wounds three.

13‘Hold up, hold up, James Hatley,’ he cry’d,‘And let my breath go out and in;For I have stolen them myself,More shame and disgrace it is to me.’

‘Hold up, hold up, James Hatley,’ he cry’d,

‘And let my breath go out and in;

For I have stolen them myself,

More shame and disgrace it is to me.’

14Up and spake an English lord,And O but he spake haughtily!‘I would reather given my whole estatesBefore ye had not hanged James Hatley.’

Up and spake an English lord,

And O but he spake haughtily!

‘I would reather given my whole estates

Before ye had not hanged James Hatley.’

15But up and spake a Scottish lord,And O but he spake boldly!‘I would reather hae foughten among blood to the kneesBefore ye had hanged James Hatley.’

But up and spake a Scottish lord,

And O but he spake boldly!

‘I would reather hae foughten among blood to the knees

Before ye had hanged James Hatley.’

16Up and spake the king’s eldest son,‘Come hame, James Hatley, and dine wi me;For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,Ye’s be my captain by land and by sea.’

Up and spake the king’s eldest son,

‘Come hame, James Hatley, and dine wi me;

For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,

Ye’s be my captain by land and by sea.’

17Up and spake the king’s daughter,‘Come home, James Hatley, and dine wi me;For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,I’ll never marry a man but thee.’

Up and spake the king’s daughter,

‘Come home, James Hatley, and dine wi me;

For I’ve made a vow, I’ll keep it true,

I’ll never marry a man but thee.’

“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 39, MS. of Thomas Wilkie, p. 18, “as sung by Chirsty Robertson, Dunse.” The same, transcribed by Thomas Wilkie, “Scotch Ballads,” etc., No 79. Abbotsford.

1It happened once upon a time,When the king he was from home,False Fennick he has stolen his jewels,And laid the blame on James Hately.2The day was sett . . . .And the wind blew shill oer the lea;There was not one in all the courtTo speak a word for James Hately.3James is to the prince’s chamber gone,And he’s bowd low down on his knee:‘What will ye do for me, my little pretty prince?O what will ye do for your page, James Hately?’4. . . . . . .. . . . . . .‘And I will away to my father, the king,And see if your life can savëd be.’5The prince he’s to his father gone,And he’s bowed low down on his knee:‘What will ye do for me, my father?O what will ye do for my page, James Hately?’6‘James Hately has my jewels stolen,A Norland lord hath told it to me;James Hately has my jewels stolen,And oer the barras he maun die.’7The prince he drew his little brown sword—It was made of the metal so free—And he swore he would fight them man by manThat would lay the blame on James Hately.8Up then spoke the false Fennick,And an ill-spoken man was he;‘James Hately has the king’s jewels stolen,. . . . . . . .’9The prince he drew his little brown sword—It was made of the metal so free—And he’s thrust it in false Fennick’s side,And given him death-wounds two or three.10‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,And let my breath go out and in,For spilling of my noble bloodAnd shaming of my noble kin.11‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,And let my breath go out and in,And there’s the key of my coffer,And you’ll find the king’s jewels lying therein.’12‘If this be true,’ the king he said,‘If this be true ye tell to me,I will take your lands, false Fennick,’ he said,‘And give them all to James Hately.’

1It happened once upon a time,When the king he was from home,False Fennick he has stolen his jewels,And laid the blame on James Hately.

It happened once upon a time,

When the king he was from home,

False Fennick he has stolen his jewels,

And laid the blame on James Hately.

2The day was sett . . . .And the wind blew shill oer the lea;There was not one in all the courtTo speak a word for James Hately.

The day was sett . . . .

And the wind blew shill oer the lea;

There was not one in all the court

To speak a word for James Hately.

3James is to the prince’s chamber gone,And he’s bowd low down on his knee:‘What will ye do for me, my little pretty prince?O what will ye do for your page, James Hately?’

James is to the prince’s chamber gone,

And he’s bowd low down on his knee:

‘What will ye do for me, my little pretty prince?

O what will ye do for your page, James Hately?’

4. . . . . . .. . . . . . .‘And I will away to my father, the king,And see if your life can savëd be.’

. . . . . . .

‘And I will away to my father, the king,

And see if your life can savëd be.’

5The prince he’s to his father gone,And he’s bowed low down on his knee:‘What will ye do for me, my father?O what will ye do for my page, James Hately?’

The prince he’s to his father gone,

And he’s bowed low down on his knee:

‘What will ye do for me, my father?

O what will ye do for my page, James Hately?’

6‘James Hately has my jewels stolen,A Norland lord hath told it to me;James Hately has my jewels stolen,And oer the barras he maun die.’

‘James Hately has my jewels stolen,

A Norland lord hath told it to me;

James Hately has my jewels stolen,

And oer the barras he maun die.’

7The prince he drew his little brown sword—It was made of the metal so free—And he swore he would fight them man by manThat would lay the blame on James Hately.

The prince he drew his little brown sword—

It was made of the metal so free—

And he swore he would fight them man by man

That would lay the blame on James Hately.

8Up then spoke the false Fennick,And an ill-spoken man was he;‘James Hately has the king’s jewels stolen,. . . . . . . .’

Up then spoke the false Fennick,

And an ill-spoken man was he;

‘James Hately has the king’s jewels stolen,

. . . . . . . .’

9The prince he drew his little brown sword—It was made of the metal so free—And he’s thrust it in false Fennick’s side,And given him death-wounds two or three.

The prince he drew his little brown sword—

It was made of the metal so free—

And he’s thrust it in false Fennick’s side,

And given him death-wounds two or three.

10‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,And let my breath go out and in,For spilling of my noble bloodAnd shaming of my noble kin.

‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,

And let my breath go out and in,

For spilling of my noble blood

And shaming of my noble kin.

11‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,And let my breath go out and in,And there’s the key of my coffer,And you’ll find the king’s jewels lying therein.’

‘O hold your hand, my little pretty prince,

And let my breath go out and in,

And there’s the key of my coffer,

And you’ll find the king’s jewels lying therein.’

12‘If this be true,’ the king he said,‘If this be true ye tell to me,I will take your lands, false Fennick,’ he said,‘And give them all to James Hately.’

‘If this be true,’ the king he said,

‘If this be true ye tell to me,

I will take your lands, false Fennick,’ he said,

‘And give them all to James Hately.’

Motherwell’s MS., p. 654; “from the recitation of the wife of Charles Drain, sow-gelder, etc., Kilmarnock.”

1There was a fause knicht in the court,And he was fu o treacherie,And he staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.2The king he wrate a braid letter,And sealed it richt tenderlie,And he sent it to his only son,To come and speak to him speedilie.3When he cam afore the king,He kneeled low down on his knee:‘What is your will, my sovereign leige?What is your will? cum tell to me.’4‘Jamie O’Lee has my jewels stown,As the English lord tells unto me,And out o Scotland he shall be sent,And sent awa to Germanie.’5‘O no, O no,’ then said the prince,‘Sic things as that can never be;But get me a man that will take on handThe morn to fecht young Jamie O’Lee.’6Syne out and spak the fause Phenix,And oh, he spak richt spitefullie;‘I am the man will tak on hanTo fecht and conquer Jamie O’Lee.’7‘Oh no, oh no,’ syne said the prince,‘Sic things as that can never bee,For Jamie O’Lee’s no fifteen years auld,And ye, fause Phenix, are thretty three.’8The prince he mounted then wi speed,He’s aff wi tidings to Jamie O’Lee,Saying, The morn’s morning ye maun fecht,Or out o England banisht bee.9When Jamie O’Lee the tidings heard,Fast the saut tear blindit his ee;‘I’m saikless o thae jewels,’ he said,‘As the bairn that sits on the nourice knee.’10Then Phenix munted a scaffold hie,A’ for to shaw his veritie;Whilk gart the nobles a’ to cry‘A dead man are ye, Jamie O’Lee!’11The first straik the fause Phenix gied,He gart the blude rin speedilie;It gart the prince’s heart to ache,And cry, Oh, alace for my Jamie O’Lee!12Jamie O’Lee he stepped back,Waiting for opportunitie,And wi his sword baith lang and sharpHe ran it thro Phenix fause bodie.13‘O haud your hand, Jamie O’Lee,’ he said,‘And let the breath remain in me,And skail nae mair o my noble blude,’Tis a great disgrace to my loyaltie.’14‘Confess, confess, ye fause Phenix,Confess your faults this day to me;Were there nae mair men in a’ England,My ain twa hands your death suld be.’15‘Ye were sae great wi king and queen,I thocht I wuld hae banisht thee,And I staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.’16Syne out and spak the king himsell,Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,And there’s no a knicht in a’ my courtBut what at your command sall be.17Syne out and spak the queen hersell,Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,And there’s no a month in a’ the yearBut changed and brothered ye sall be.18Syne out and spak the prince himsell,Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me;I hae free lands in a’ Scotland,And at your command they a’ sall be.19‘I thank ye, king, and I thank ye, queen,I thank ye a’, nobilitie,But a prince’s page I was a’ my life,And a prince’s page I yet will be.’20The king gied him a silk waistcoat,And it was lined wi the taffetie,Wi a band o gowd around his neck,And a prince’s page he seems to be.

1There was a fause knicht in the court,And he was fu o treacherie,And he staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.

There was a fause knicht in the court,

And he was fu o treacherie,

And he staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,

And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.

2The king he wrate a braid letter,And sealed it richt tenderlie,And he sent it to his only son,To come and speak to him speedilie.

The king he wrate a braid letter,

And sealed it richt tenderlie,

And he sent it to his only son,

To come and speak to him speedilie.

3When he cam afore the king,He kneeled low down on his knee:‘What is your will, my sovereign leige?What is your will? cum tell to me.’

When he cam afore the king,

He kneeled low down on his knee:

‘What is your will, my sovereign leige?

What is your will? cum tell to me.’

4‘Jamie O’Lee has my jewels stown,As the English lord tells unto me,And out o Scotland he shall be sent,And sent awa to Germanie.’

‘Jamie O’Lee has my jewels stown,

As the English lord tells unto me,

And out o Scotland he shall be sent,

And sent awa to Germanie.’

5‘O no, O no,’ then said the prince,‘Sic things as that can never be;But get me a man that will take on handThe morn to fecht young Jamie O’Lee.’

‘O no, O no,’ then said the prince,

‘Sic things as that can never be;

But get me a man that will take on hand

The morn to fecht young Jamie O’Lee.’

6Syne out and spak the fause Phenix,And oh, he spak richt spitefullie;‘I am the man will tak on hanTo fecht and conquer Jamie O’Lee.’

Syne out and spak the fause Phenix,

And oh, he spak richt spitefullie;

‘I am the man will tak on han

To fecht and conquer Jamie O’Lee.’

7‘Oh no, oh no,’ syne said the prince,‘Sic things as that can never bee,For Jamie O’Lee’s no fifteen years auld,And ye, fause Phenix, are thretty three.’

‘Oh no, oh no,’ syne said the prince,

‘Sic things as that can never bee,

For Jamie O’Lee’s no fifteen years auld,

And ye, fause Phenix, are thretty three.’

8The prince he mounted then wi speed,He’s aff wi tidings to Jamie O’Lee,Saying, The morn’s morning ye maun fecht,Or out o England banisht bee.

The prince he mounted then wi speed,

He’s aff wi tidings to Jamie O’Lee,

Saying, The morn’s morning ye maun fecht,

Or out o England banisht bee.

9When Jamie O’Lee the tidings heard,Fast the saut tear blindit his ee;‘I’m saikless o thae jewels,’ he said,‘As the bairn that sits on the nourice knee.’

When Jamie O’Lee the tidings heard,

Fast the saut tear blindit his ee;

‘I’m saikless o thae jewels,’ he said,

‘As the bairn that sits on the nourice knee.’

10Then Phenix munted a scaffold hie,A’ for to shaw his veritie;Whilk gart the nobles a’ to cry‘A dead man are ye, Jamie O’Lee!’

Then Phenix munted a scaffold hie,

A’ for to shaw his veritie;

Whilk gart the nobles a’ to cry

‘A dead man are ye, Jamie O’Lee!’

11The first straik the fause Phenix gied,He gart the blude rin speedilie;It gart the prince’s heart to ache,And cry, Oh, alace for my Jamie O’Lee!

The first straik the fause Phenix gied,

He gart the blude rin speedilie;

It gart the prince’s heart to ache,

And cry, Oh, alace for my Jamie O’Lee!

12Jamie O’Lee he stepped back,Waiting for opportunitie,And wi his sword baith lang and sharpHe ran it thro Phenix fause bodie.

Jamie O’Lee he stepped back,

Waiting for opportunitie,

And wi his sword baith lang and sharp

He ran it thro Phenix fause bodie.

13‘O haud your hand, Jamie O’Lee,’ he said,‘And let the breath remain in me,And skail nae mair o my noble blude,’Tis a great disgrace to my loyaltie.’

‘O haud your hand, Jamie O’Lee,’ he said,

‘And let the breath remain in me,

And skail nae mair o my noble blude,

’Tis a great disgrace to my loyaltie.’

14‘Confess, confess, ye fause Phenix,Confess your faults this day to me;Were there nae mair men in a’ England,My ain twa hands your death suld be.’

‘Confess, confess, ye fause Phenix,

Confess your faults this day to me;

Were there nae mair men in a’ England,

My ain twa hands your death suld be.’

15‘Ye were sae great wi king and queen,I thocht I wuld hae banisht thee,And I staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.’

‘Ye were sae great wi king and queen,

I thocht I wuld hae banisht thee,

And I staw the queen’s jewels in the nicht,

And left the wyte on Jamie O’Lee.’

16Syne out and spak the king himsell,Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,And there’s no a knicht in a’ my courtBut what at your command sall be.

Syne out and spak the king himsell,

Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,

And there’s no a knicht in a’ my court

But what at your command sall be.

17Syne out and spak the queen hersell,Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,And there’s no a month in a’ the yearBut changed and brothered ye sall be.

Syne out and spak the queen hersell,

Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me,

And there’s no a month in a’ the year

But changed and brothered ye sall be.

18Syne out and spak the prince himsell,Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me;I hae free lands in a’ Scotland,And at your command they a’ sall be.

Syne out and spak the prince himsell,

Saying, Jamie O’Lee, come hame wi me;

I hae free lands in a’ Scotland,

And at your command they a’ sall be.

19‘I thank ye, king, and I thank ye, queen,I thank ye a’, nobilitie,But a prince’s page I was a’ my life,And a prince’s page I yet will be.’

‘I thank ye, king, and I thank ye, queen,

I thank ye a’, nobilitie,

But a prince’s page I was a’ my life,

And a prince’s page I yet will be.’

20The king gied him a silk waistcoat,And it was lined wi the taffetie,Wi a band o gowd around his neck,And a prince’s page he seems to be.

The king gied him a silk waistcoat,

And it was lined wi the taffetie,

Wi a band o gowd around his neck,

And a prince’s page he seems to be.

A. a.

11. daywritten overtime.

12. from home was he?

22, 32, 54. Await.

42.The-eerhyme may be restored by transposingCome tell to me, as inc(or addingsaid she).

74. Nae said, nae said.

132–133.Two half-stanzas are wanting here:seeb,c.

16 follows 17, but seeb,c.

12. king was from home but lately.

13. That Sir.

21. was laid.

22, 32, 54. I wat.

23. And there’s not a man in.

24. Wad speak.

31. king’s fair.

34. And went in and.

42. if you have.

43. vow, I’ll.

52. was it.

54. And I wat he’s.

After 5:

Up then spak the king himsel,And an angry man I wot was he:‘For stealin o my jewels rare,Hatlie shall oer the barriers die.’

Up then spak the king himsel,

And an angry man I wot was he:

‘For stealin o my jewels rare,

Hatlie shall oer the barriers die.’

61,2. A boon, a boon, O.

63. askit a boon before.

64. And I’m sure that you will grant it me.

71. O ask it, ask it.

73. And gin it be the half o my estate.

74. Granted sal it be to thee.

8.‘O grant me this favour, father dear,O grant this favour unto me,For I never askëd favour before;O spare the life of James Hatlie!’

‘O grant me this favour, father dear,

O grant this favour unto me,

For I never askëd favour before;

O spare the life of James Hatlie!’

9.Wanting.

103. Let Hatley and Fenwick go to.

111. Well askëd, well askëd.

112. Well asked.

113. Before the morn at.

121. he was seventeen.

123. Butwanting: strak.

124. gien.

131. he said.Between132and133:

‘For this is spillin of noble blude,And shamein of my noble kin.‘Hold up, hold up,’ Sir Fenwick he said,‘Hold up, and ye sal justified be;’

‘For this is spillin of noble blude,And shamein of my noble kin.

‘For this is spillin of noble blude,

And shamein of my noble kin.

‘Hold up, hold up,’ Sir Fenwick he said,‘Hold up, and ye sal justified be;’

‘Hold up, hold up,’ Sir Fenwick he said,

‘Hold up, and ye sal justified be;’

133. stolen the jewels myself.

141. Up then spake a southern.

143. rather have given the half o my land.

144. Before James Hatlie should not hanged be.

15.Wanting.

16, 17.The son speaks before the daughter.

161, 171. Up then.

163. For from this hour receive this dower.

164. Ye sal be.

173,4. For ere the sun gae down this night, O there’s my hand, I’ll marry thee.

11. It fell upon a certain day.

12. from home he chanced to be.

13. The king’s jewels they were stolen all.

14. And they.

21. And he is into prison cast.

22. And I wat he is.

23. For there was not a man.

24. speak a.

3.But the king’s eldest daughter she loved him well,But known her love it might not be;And she has stolen the prison-keys,And gane in and discoursed wi James Hatelie.

But the king’s eldest daughter she loved him well,

But known her love it might not be;

And she has stolen the prison-keys,

And gane in and discoursed wi James Hatelie.

41. Oh, did you steal them, James.

42. Oh, did not you steal them? come tell to me.

43. For I’ll.

44. You’s.

51. I did not steal them, James.

52. And neither was it.

53. For the English they stole them themselves.

54. And I wat they’ve.

61,2.Now she has hame to her father gane,And bowed her low down on her knee;‘I ask, I ask, I ask, father,’ she said,‘I ask, I ask a boon of thee.’

61,2.

Now she has hame to her father gane,

And bowed her low down on her knee;

‘I ask, I ask, I ask, father,’ she said,

‘I ask, I ask a boon of thee.’

63. Forwanting.

64. And one of them you must grant to me.

71,2. Ask on, ask on, daughter, he said, And aye weel answered ye shall be.

73. For if it were my whole.

74. you shall.

81. I ask.

82. As little of your white monie.

83. But all the asken that I do ask.

91. Ask on, ask on, daughter, he said.

92. And aye weel answered ye.

93. and keep.

94. shall not.

101. asken I ask, father: dearwanting.

102. asken I ask of thee. 103. go to.

111,2. Ask on, ask on, daughter, he said, And aye weel answered you shall be.

113. For before the morn at.

121. eighteen years of age.

122. False F. was thirty years and three.

123. He lap: strack.

124. And he gave false F.

131. Oh, hold your hand, J. H., he said.

Between 132and 133:

‘Were it not for the spilling of my noble blood,And the shaming of my noble kin.‘Oh, hold your hand, James Hatelie,’ he said,‘Oh, hold your hand, and let me be.’

‘Were it not for the spilling of my noble blood,And the shaming of my noble kin.

‘Were it not for the spilling of my noble blood,

And the shaming of my noble kin.

‘Oh, hold your hand, James Hatelie,’ he said,‘Oh, hold your hand, and let me be.’

‘Oh, hold your hand, James Hatelie,’ he said,

‘Oh, hold your hand, and let me be.’

133. For I’m the man that stole the jewels.

134. And a: it was. 141. Then up bespoke.

142. I wat but he.

143. rather have lost all my lands.

144. they had.

151. Then up bespoke a good Scotch.

152. I wat a good Scotch lord was he.

153. to the knees in blood.

154. Than they.

16, 17.The son speaks before the daughter.

161, 171. Then up bespoke.

162, 172. Come in.

163, 173. I’ll make: and I’ll.

163. You’se: and sea.

171. king’s eldest.

The copy transcribed by Wilkie has been edited a little. 21,2, originally written in one line, are rightly divided as here; 23,4are made the concluding half of another stanza.

24. Would speak one.

31. James he.

34. Oomitted.

43. Andomitted.

51. prince is: father’s chamber.

62. toomitted.

92. That hung low down by his knee.

93. itwanting.

94. Then gave him.

11is put before 10, and 101,2omitted.

114. king’s laying (careless copying).

123. falseomitted.

Wilkie notes (No 39) that he had“heard this sung also by a shepherd on Soltra hill,”but it is not likely that these variations were derived from the shepherd.

91. When Johnie.

143. WarforWereoriginally.

174. brotheredin the MS.

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