249AULD MATRONS

‘Auld Matrons,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 238; Motherwell’s MS., p. 585, with the title

‘Love Annie.’

Willie tirls at Annie’s bower-door and is admitted. After the exchange of familiar formulas, Willie expresses apprehension of “Matrons,” an old woman who is sitting by the kitchen-fire. Annie says there is no occasion to mind the old woman; she has not walked for seven years. But while the lovers are occupied with endearments the old woman makes speed to the sheriff, and informs him that Willie is with his daughter. The sheriff, guided by Matrons, goes to the bower, with men in mail. Annie hears the bridles ring, and wakens Willie. There is shooting of arrows and fire is set to the bower (cf.st. 17 and st. 33 of No 116). Willie maintains himself with spirit, but is so hard pressed that he is fain to blow his horn for his brother John, who is lying in Ringlewood. John wounds fifty and fifteen with his first shot, and with the next strikes out the sheriff’s eyes. The sheriff orders a retreat, and threatens, very illogically, to burn the old woman.

This piece was made by some one who had acquaintance with the first fit of ‘Adam Bell.’ The anonymous ‘old wife’ becomes ‘auld Matrons;’ Inglewood, Ringlewood. The conclusion is in imitation of the rescues in Robin Hood ballads. Stanzas 2–5 are hacknied commonplaces.

It is not considerate of Willie to take a foot-groom with him when he goes to pass a night at the bower of an unprovided seamstress, though the seamstress be a gentlewoman and the daughter of a sheriff. William of Cloudesly did not so. That the sheriff’s unmarried daughter should be living apart from her father is unusual, but a separate establishment was probably a necessity in Kelso for a gentlewoman who had ‘her living by the seam.’

1My love she is a gentlewoman,Has her living by the seam;I kenna how she is providedThis night for me and my foot-groom.2He is gane to Annie’s bower-door,And gently tirled at the pin:‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my love Annie,Ye’ll rise and lat your true-love in.’3Wi her white fingers lang and smaShe gently lifted up the pin;Wi her arms lang and bentShe kindly caught sweet Willie in.4‘O will ye go to cards or dice?Or will ye go to play?Or will ye go to a well made bed,And sleep a while till day?’5‘I winna gang to cards nor dice,Nor yet will I to play;But I will gang to a well made bed,And sleep a while till day.6‘My love Annie, my dear Annie,I would be at your desire;But wae mat fa the auld Matrons,As she sits by the kitchen fire!’7‘Keep up your heart, Willie,’ she said,‘Keep up your heart, dinna fear;It’s seven years, and some guid mair,Sin her foot did file the flear.’8They hadna kissd nor love clapped,As lovers when they meet,Till up it raise the auld Matrons,Sae well’s she spread her feet.9O wae mat fa the auld Matrons,Sae clever’s she took the gate!And she’s gaen ower yon lang, lang hill,Knockd at the sheriff’s yate.10‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my lord?’ she said;‘Are ye not your bower within?There’s a knight in bed wi your daughter,I fear she’s gotten wrang.’11‘Ye’ll do ye down thro Kelso town,Waken my wall-wight men;And gin ye hae your wark well duneI’ll be there at command.’12She’s done her down thro Kelso town,Wakend his wall-wight men;But gin she had her wark well doneHe was there at command.13He had his horse wi corn fodderd,His men armd in mail;He gae the Matrons half a merkTo show them ower the hill.14Willie sleepd, but Annie wakedTill she heard their bridles ring;Then tapped on her love’s shoulder,And said, Ye’ve sleepit lang.15‘O save me, save me, my blessd lady,Till I’ve on my shooting-gear;I dinna fear the king himsell,Tho he an’s men were here.’16Then they shot in, and Willie out,The arrows graz’d his brow;The maid she wept and tore her hair,Says, This can never do.17Then they shot in, and he shot out,The bow brunt Willie’s hand;But aye he kissd her ruby lips,Said, My dear, thinkna lang.18He set his horn to his mouth,And has blawn loud and shrill,And he’s calld on his brother John,In Ringlewood he lay still.19The first an shot that Lord John shot,He wound fifty and fifteen;The next an shot that Lord John shot,He ca’d out the sheriff’s een.20‘O some o you lend me an arm,Some o you lend me twa;And they that came for strife this day,Take horse, ride fast awa.21‘But wae mat fa yon, auld Matrons,An ill death mat ye die!I’ll burn you on yon high hill-head,Blaw your ashes in the sea.’

1My love she is a gentlewoman,Has her living by the seam;I kenna how she is providedThis night for me and my foot-groom.

My love she is a gentlewoman,

Has her living by the seam;

I kenna how she is provided

This night for me and my foot-groom.

2He is gane to Annie’s bower-door,And gently tirled at the pin:‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my love Annie,Ye’ll rise and lat your true-love in.’

He is gane to Annie’s bower-door,

And gently tirled at the pin:

‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my love Annie,

Ye’ll rise and lat your true-love in.’

3Wi her white fingers lang and smaShe gently lifted up the pin;Wi her arms lang and bentShe kindly caught sweet Willie in.

Wi her white fingers lang and sma

She gently lifted up the pin;

Wi her arms lang and bent

She kindly caught sweet Willie in.

4‘O will ye go to cards or dice?Or will ye go to play?Or will ye go to a well made bed,And sleep a while till day?’

‘O will ye go to cards or dice?

Or will ye go to play?

Or will ye go to a well made bed,

And sleep a while till day?’

5‘I winna gang to cards nor dice,Nor yet will I to play;But I will gang to a well made bed,And sleep a while till day.

‘I winna gang to cards nor dice,

Nor yet will I to play;

But I will gang to a well made bed,

And sleep a while till day.

6‘My love Annie, my dear Annie,I would be at your desire;But wae mat fa the auld Matrons,As she sits by the kitchen fire!’

‘My love Annie, my dear Annie,

I would be at your desire;

But wae mat fa the auld Matrons,

As she sits by the kitchen fire!’

7‘Keep up your heart, Willie,’ she said,‘Keep up your heart, dinna fear;It’s seven years, and some guid mair,Sin her foot did file the flear.’

‘Keep up your heart, Willie,’ she said,

‘Keep up your heart, dinna fear;

It’s seven years, and some guid mair,

Sin her foot did file the flear.’

8They hadna kissd nor love clapped,As lovers when they meet,Till up it raise the auld Matrons,Sae well’s she spread her feet.

They hadna kissd nor love clapped,

As lovers when they meet,

Till up it raise the auld Matrons,

Sae well’s she spread her feet.

9O wae mat fa the auld Matrons,Sae clever’s she took the gate!And she’s gaen ower yon lang, lang hill,Knockd at the sheriff’s yate.

O wae mat fa the auld Matrons,

Sae clever’s she took the gate!

And she’s gaen ower yon lang, lang hill,

Knockd at the sheriff’s yate.

10‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my lord?’ she said;‘Are ye not your bower within?There’s a knight in bed wi your daughter,I fear she’s gotten wrang.’

‘Ye sleep, ye wake, my lord?’ she said;

‘Are ye not your bower within?

There’s a knight in bed wi your daughter,

I fear she’s gotten wrang.’

11‘Ye’ll do ye down thro Kelso town,Waken my wall-wight men;And gin ye hae your wark well duneI’ll be there at command.’

‘Ye’ll do ye down thro Kelso town,

Waken my wall-wight men;

And gin ye hae your wark well dune

I’ll be there at command.’

12She’s done her down thro Kelso town,Wakend his wall-wight men;But gin she had her wark well doneHe was there at command.

She’s done her down thro Kelso town,

Wakend his wall-wight men;

But gin she had her wark well done

He was there at command.

13He had his horse wi corn fodderd,His men armd in mail;He gae the Matrons half a merkTo show them ower the hill.

He had his horse wi corn fodderd,

His men armd in mail;

He gae the Matrons half a merk

To show them ower the hill.

14Willie sleepd, but Annie wakedTill she heard their bridles ring;Then tapped on her love’s shoulder,And said, Ye’ve sleepit lang.

Willie sleepd, but Annie waked

Till she heard their bridles ring;

Then tapped on her love’s shoulder,

And said, Ye’ve sleepit lang.

15‘O save me, save me, my blessd lady,Till I’ve on my shooting-gear;I dinna fear the king himsell,Tho he an’s men were here.’

‘O save me, save me, my blessd lady,

Till I’ve on my shooting-gear;

I dinna fear the king himsell,

Tho he an’s men were here.’

16Then they shot in, and Willie out,The arrows graz’d his brow;The maid she wept and tore her hair,Says, This can never do.

Then they shot in, and Willie out,

The arrows graz’d his brow;

The maid she wept and tore her hair,

Says, This can never do.

17Then they shot in, and he shot out,The bow brunt Willie’s hand;But aye he kissd her ruby lips,Said, My dear, thinkna lang.

Then they shot in, and he shot out,

The bow brunt Willie’s hand;

But aye he kissd her ruby lips,

Said, My dear, thinkna lang.

18He set his horn to his mouth,And has blawn loud and shrill,And he’s calld on his brother John,In Ringlewood he lay still.

He set his horn to his mouth,

And has blawn loud and shrill,

And he’s calld on his brother John,

In Ringlewood he lay still.

19The first an shot that Lord John shot,He wound fifty and fifteen;The next an shot that Lord John shot,He ca’d out the sheriff’s een.

The first an shot that Lord John shot,

He wound fifty and fifteen;

The next an shot that Lord John shot,

He ca’d out the sheriff’s een.

20‘O some o you lend me an arm,Some o you lend me twa;And they that came for strife this day,Take horse, ride fast awa.

‘O some o you lend me an arm,

Some o you lend me twa;

And they that came for strife this day,

Take horse, ride fast awa.

21‘But wae mat fa yon, auld Matrons,An ill death mat ye die!I’ll burn you on yon high hill-head,Blaw your ashes in the sea.’

‘But wae mat fa yon, auld Matrons,

An ill death mat ye die!

I’ll burn you on yon high hill-head,

Blaw your ashes in the sea.’

23. Ye sleep ye, wake ye:cf.101.

212: All ill.

213: And burn.Motherwell, I’ll.

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