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THE KEACH I THE CREEL

A.‘The Keach i the Creel,’ Alexander Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 35, 1845; Dixon, Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs, p. 112, Percy Society, vol. xvii, 1846.B.‘The Creel, or, Bonnie May.’ Communicated by Mr David Louden, Morham, Haddington, 1873.C.‘The Cunning Clerk,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 278, 1828.D.‘The Covering Blue,’ Kinloch MSS, I, 276; Kinloch’s Ballad Book, p. 61, 1827.

A.‘The Keach i the Creel,’ Alexander Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 35, 1845; Dixon, Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs, p. 112, Percy Society, vol. xvii, 1846.

B.‘The Creel, or, Bonnie May.’ Communicated by Mr David Louden, Morham, Haddington, 1873.

C.‘The Cunning Clerk,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 278, 1828.

D.‘The Covering Blue,’ Kinloch MSS, I, 276; Kinloch’s Ballad Book, p. 61, 1827.

A few copies ofAwere printed about 1845 by a Northumbrian gentleman for private distribution. One of these came into Whitelaw’s hands, another into Dixon’s. Dixon made some changes in reprinting. Bell, Ancient Poems, etc., p. 75, 1857, and Bruce and Stokoe, Northumbrian Minstrelsy, p. 82, 1882, repeat Dixon. This last remarks that “this old and very humorous ballad has long been a favorite on both sides of the Border.”

James Telfer, writing to Sir W. Scott, May 12, 1824 [Letters, XIII, No 73], says: “I have an humorous ballad sung by a few of the old people on this side of the Border. It is entitled The Keach in the Creel. It begins thus:@

A bonny may went up the streetSome whitewish (sic) for to buy,And a bonny clerk’s faen in love with her,And he’s followed her by and by, by,And he’s followed her by and by.”@

A bonny may went up the street

Some whitewish (sic) for to buy,

And a bonny clerk’s faen in love with her,

And he’s followed her by and by, by,

And he’s followed her by and by.”@

Buchan notes, I, 319, that Motherwell had sent him a ballad “somewhat similar in incident,” taken down from the recitation of an old woman in or near Paisley.

This was perhaps a copy of which the first stanza is entered in Motherwell’s Note-Book, p. 55:

When I gade doun to Colliestoun,Some white-fish for to buy, buy,The cannie clarkie follows me,And he follows me spedily, -ly.

When I gade doun to Colliestoun,

Some white-fish for to buy, buy,

The cannie clarkie follows me,

And he follows me spedily, -ly.

Or the ballad called ‘Ricadoo’ in the Appendix to Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. xxiii, No 29, where this first stanza is given:

The farmer’s daughter gade to the market,Some white-fish for to buy;The young squire followed after her,As fast as he could hie. Ricadoo,Tunaway, ricadoo a doo a day,Raddle ricadoo,Tunaway

The farmer’s daughter gade to the market,

Some white-fish for to buy;

The young squire followed after her,

As fast as he could hie. Ricadoo,

Tunaway, ricadoo a doo a day,

Raddle ricadoo,

Tunaway

Though occurring only in a late Scottish ballad, the story is somewhat old. In Gasté, Chansons normandes du XVesiècle, MS. de Vire, No 19, p. 15, a gentleman of Orleans causes his servants to let him down a chimney in a basket, and conceals himself under a lady’s bed. She, made aware of his presence, sends her husband off to the barn, where, she says, he will find the curé, who has made love to her. On returning, the husband gets his feet into the basket, and the servants without draw the basket up. The man cries out to his wife that the devil is making away with him.

Again, in a fabliau considerably older: ‘Du chevalier à la corbeille,’ MS. of the end of the fourteenth century, F. Michel, Gautier d’Aupais, Le chevalier à la Corbeille, Fabliaux du XIIIesiècle, p. 35; Montaiglon et Raynaud, Recueil général des Fabliaux, etc., II, 183. A gentleman makes appointment to visit a lady one night when her husband isaway. An old woman, the husband’s mother, sleeps in a bed beside the lady’s, and keeps strict watch over her. The gentleman’s squires hoist him in a basket over the wall of the house, so that he obtains entrance into the hall, whence he passes into the lady’s chamber. The old woman observes a disturbance, and gets up, pretending that she is going to the kitchen. In the hall she goes astray and falls into the basket. The squires, noticing a movement of the cords, pull at the basket. The old woman is ‘towed’ up and down, and knocked about, much as in the ballad. She thinks that devils have carried her off. Finally the squires let the cords go, and the basket comes flat to the ground.

The story is also told in Henri Estienne’s Apologie pour Hérodote, 1566; here, of a girl and her lover, and it is the girl’s father that gets his feet into the basket. Ed. Ristelhuber, 1879, I, 282 f.

No one looks for decorum in pieces of this description, but a passage in this ballad, which need not be particularized, is brutal and shameless almost beyond example.

Cis translated by Gerhard, p. 192.

Whitelaw’s Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 35; “taken down from the recitation of a gentleman in Liddesdale.”

1A fair young may went up the street,Some white-fish for to buy,And a bonnie clerk’s faen in love wi her,And he’s followed her by and by, by,And he’s followed her by and by.2‘O where live ye, my bonnie lass,I pray thee tell to me;For gin the nicht were ever sae mirkI wad come and visit thee.’3‘O my father he aye locks the door,My mither keeps the key;And gin ye were ever sic a wily wightYe canna win in to me.’4But the clerk he had ae true brother,And a wily wight was he;And he has made a lang ladder,Was thirty steps and three.5He has made a cleek but and a creel,A creel but and a pin;And he’s away to the chimley-top,And he’s letten the bonnie clerk in.6The auld wife, being not asleep,Heard something that was said;‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’7The auld man he gat owre the bed,To see if the thing was true;But she’s ta’en the bonny clerk in her arms,And coverd him owre wi blue.8‘O where are ye gaun now, father?’ she says,‘And where are ye gaun sae late?Ye’ve disturbd me in my evening prayers,And O but they were sweet!’9‘O ill betide ye, silly auld wife,And an ill death may ye die!She has the muckle buik in her arms,And she’s prayin for you and me.’10The auld wife being not asleep,Then something mair was said;‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’11The auld wife she got owre the bed,To see if the thing was true;But what the wrack took the auld wife’s fit?For into the creel she flew.12The man that was at the chimley-top,Finding the creel was fu,He wrappit the rape round his left shouther,And fast to him he drew.13‘O help! O help! O hinny, now, help!O help, O hinny, now!For him that ye aye wished me toHe’s carryin me off just now.’14‘O if the foul thief’s gotten ye,I wish he may keep his haud;For a’ the lee lang winter nichtYe’ll never lie in your bed.’15He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,He’s towed her through an through;‘O Gude assist!’ quo the silly auld wife,For I’m just departin now.’16He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,He’s gien her a richt down-fa,Till every rib i the auld wife’s sidePlayd nick-nack on the wa.17O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,And I wish the blue may do weel!And every auld wife that’s sae jealous o her dochter,May she get a good keach i the creel!

1A fair young may went up the street,Some white-fish for to buy,And a bonnie clerk’s faen in love wi her,And he’s followed her by and by, by,And he’s followed her by and by.

A fair young may went up the street,

Some white-fish for to buy,

And a bonnie clerk’s faen in love wi her,

And he’s followed her by and by, by,

And he’s followed her by and by.

2‘O where live ye, my bonnie lass,I pray thee tell to me;For gin the nicht were ever sae mirkI wad come and visit thee.’

‘O where live ye, my bonnie lass,

I pray thee tell to me;

For gin the nicht were ever sae mirk

I wad come and visit thee.’

3‘O my father he aye locks the door,My mither keeps the key;And gin ye were ever sic a wily wightYe canna win in to me.’

‘O my father he aye locks the door,

My mither keeps the key;

And gin ye were ever sic a wily wight

Ye canna win in to me.’

4But the clerk he had ae true brother,And a wily wight was he;And he has made a lang ladder,Was thirty steps and three.

But the clerk he had ae true brother,

And a wily wight was he;

And he has made a lang ladder,

Was thirty steps and three.

5He has made a cleek but and a creel,A creel but and a pin;And he’s away to the chimley-top,And he’s letten the bonnie clerk in.

He has made a cleek but and a creel,

A creel but and a pin;

And he’s away to the chimley-top,

And he’s letten the bonnie clerk in.

6The auld wife, being not asleep,Heard something that was said;‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’

The auld wife, being not asleep,

Heard something that was said;

‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,

‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’

7The auld man he gat owre the bed,To see if the thing was true;But she’s ta’en the bonny clerk in her arms,And coverd him owre wi blue.

The auld man he gat owre the bed,

To see if the thing was true;

But she’s ta’en the bonny clerk in her arms,

And coverd him owre wi blue.

8‘O where are ye gaun now, father?’ she says,‘And where are ye gaun sae late?Ye’ve disturbd me in my evening prayers,And O but they were sweet!’

‘O where are ye gaun now, father?’ she says,

‘And where are ye gaun sae late?

Ye’ve disturbd me in my evening prayers,

And O but they were sweet!’

9‘O ill betide ye, silly auld wife,And an ill death may ye die!She has the muckle buik in her arms,And she’s prayin for you and me.’

‘O ill betide ye, silly auld wife,

And an ill death may ye die!

She has the muckle buik in her arms,

And she’s prayin for you and me.’

10The auld wife being not asleep,Then something mair was said;‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’

The auld wife being not asleep,

Then something mair was said;

‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo the silly auld wife,

‘There’s a man i our dochter’s bed.’

11The auld wife she got owre the bed,To see if the thing was true;But what the wrack took the auld wife’s fit?For into the creel she flew.

The auld wife she got owre the bed,

To see if the thing was true;

But what the wrack took the auld wife’s fit?

For into the creel she flew.

12The man that was at the chimley-top,Finding the creel was fu,He wrappit the rape round his left shouther,And fast to him he drew.

The man that was at the chimley-top,

Finding the creel was fu,

He wrappit the rape round his left shouther,

And fast to him he drew.

13‘O help! O help! O hinny, now, help!O help, O hinny, now!For him that ye aye wished me toHe’s carryin me off just now.’

‘O help! O help! O hinny, now, help!

O help, O hinny, now!

For him that ye aye wished me to

He’s carryin me off just now.’

14‘O if the foul thief’s gotten ye,I wish he may keep his haud;For a’ the lee lang winter nichtYe’ll never lie in your bed.’

‘O if the foul thief’s gotten ye,

I wish he may keep his haud;

For a’ the lee lang winter nicht

Ye’ll never lie in your bed.’

15He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,He’s towed her through an through;‘O Gude assist!’ quo the silly auld wife,For I’m just departin now.’

He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,

He’s towed her through an through;

‘O Gude assist!’ quo the silly auld wife,

For I’m just departin now.’

16He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,He’s gien her a richt down-fa,Till every rib i the auld wife’s sidePlayd nick-nack on the wa.

He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,

He’s gien her a richt down-fa,

Till every rib i the auld wife’s side

Playd nick-nack on the wa.

17O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,And I wish the blue may do weel!And every auld wife that’s sae jealous o her dochter,May she get a good keach i the creel!

O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,

And I wish the blue may do weel!

And every auld wife that’s sae jealous o her dochter,

May she get a good keach i the creel!

Communicated February, 1873, by Mr David Louden, of Morham, Haddington, N. B., as derived from Andrew Hastie, Rentonhall.

1As bonnie may went up the street,Some sweetmeats for to buy,There was a young clerk followed after her,And followed her by and by, by,And followed her by and by.2‘It’s bonnie may, where do you stay?Or where is’t that you be?Oh if the night be neer so dark,Awat I’ll come and visit thee.’3‘My father locks the door at een,My mother keeps the key;Gin ye were neer sic a rovin blade,Ye canna win in to me.’4The young clerk has a young brither,And a wily wag was he;He’s made to him a long ladder,Wi thirty steps and three.5And he’s put it to the chimney-top,And the creel he’s put on a pin,And he’s put it to the chimney-top,And he’s let the young clerk in.6The auld wife she was standing by,She heard a word was said;‘I could lay my life,’ said the silly auld wife,There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’7The auld man he cam doun the stairsTo see if it were true;The young clerk was lying in bonnie may’s arms,And she’s covered him oer wi blue.8‘Where are you going, dear father?’ she says,‘Where are you going so late?You stopped me of my evening prayers,And oh, but they were sweet!’9‘The deil tak you, ye silly auld wife,And an ill death may ye dee!For your dochter was lyin wi the book in her arms,And she’s prayin for you and me.’10The auld wife still standin no far by,Still hearin a word, she said,‘Ye may say as ye like, ye silly auld man,There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’11I dinna ken what’s taen the auld wife’s fit,But into the creel she flew;The young clerk[‘s brither] being at the chimney-top,He found the creel was fu.12He’s thrown the rope out-owre his shouther,And to him he did draw;He’s drawn her up, he’s drawn her doun,He’s drawn her through and through.13Till the auld wife she began to cry,I’m just departin noo!But aye he drew her up and doun,And drew her through and through.14He’s drawn her up, he’s let her doun,He’s gien her evendoun fall,Till every rib on the auld wife’s sidePlayed nick-nack on the wall.15It’s O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,I wish the blue may do weel!For every auld wife that is jealous o her dochterMay be rockit to the d——l in a creel!

1As bonnie may went up the street,Some sweetmeats for to buy,There was a young clerk followed after her,And followed her by and by, by,And followed her by and by.

As bonnie may went up the street,

Some sweetmeats for to buy,

There was a young clerk followed after her,

And followed her by and by, by,

And followed her by and by.

2‘It’s bonnie may, where do you stay?Or where is’t that you be?Oh if the night be neer so dark,Awat I’ll come and visit thee.’

‘It’s bonnie may, where do you stay?

Or where is’t that you be?

Oh if the night be neer so dark,

Awat I’ll come and visit thee.’

3‘My father locks the door at een,My mother keeps the key;Gin ye were neer sic a rovin blade,Ye canna win in to me.’

‘My father locks the door at een,

My mother keeps the key;

Gin ye were neer sic a rovin blade,

Ye canna win in to me.’

4The young clerk has a young brither,And a wily wag was he;He’s made to him a long ladder,Wi thirty steps and three.

The young clerk has a young brither,

And a wily wag was he;

He’s made to him a long ladder,

Wi thirty steps and three.

5And he’s put it to the chimney-top,And the creel he’s put on a pin,And he’s put it to the chimney-top,And he’s let the young clerk in.

And he’s put it to the chimney-top,

And the creel he’s put on a pin,

And he’s put it to the chimney-top,

And he’s let the young clerk in.

6The auld wife she was standing by,She heard a word was said;‘I could lay my life,’ said the silly auld wife,There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’

The auld wife she was standing by,

She heard a word was said;

‘I could lay my life,’ said the silly auld wife,

There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’

7The auld man he cam doun the stairsTo see if it were true;The young clerk was lying in bonnie may’s arms,And she’s covered him oer wi blue.

The auld man he cam doun the stairs

To see if it were true;

The young clerk was lying in bonnie may’s arms,

And she’s covered him oer wi blue.

8‘Where are you going, dear father?’ she says,‘Where are you going so late?You stopped me of my evening prayers,And oh, but they were sweet!’

‘Where are you going, dear father?’ she says,

‘Where are you going so late?

You stopped me of my evening prayers,

And oh, but they were sweet!’

9‘The deil tak you, ye silly auld wife,And an ill death may ye dee!For your dochter was lyin wi the book in her arms,And she’s prayin for you and me.’

‘The deil tak you, ye silly auld wife,

And an ill death may ye dee!

For your dochter was lyin wi the book in her arms,

And she’s prayin for you and me.’

10The auld wife still standin no far by,Still hearin a word, she said,‘Ye may say as ye like, ye silly auld man,There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’

The auld wife still standin no far by,

Still hearin a word, she said,

‘Ye may say as ye like, ye silly auld man,

There’s a man in oor dochter’s bed.’

11I dinna ken what’s taen the auld wife’s fit,But into the creel she flew;The young clerk[‘s brither] being at the chimney-top,He found the creel was fu.

I dinna ken what’s taen the auld wife’s fit,

But into the creel she flew;

The young clerk[‘s brither] being at the chimney-top,

He found the creel was fu.

12He’s thrown the rope out-owre his shouther,And to him he did draw;He’s drawn her up, he’s drawn her doun,He’s drawn her through and through.

He’s thrown the rope out-owre his shouther,

And to him he did draw;

He’s drawn her up, he’s drawn her doun,

He’s drawn her through and through.

13Till the auld wife she began to cry,I’m just departin noo!But aye he drew her up and doun,And drew her through and through.

Till the auld wife she began to cry,

I’m just departin noo!

But aye he drew her up and doun,

And drew her through and through.

14He’s drawn her up, he’s let her doun,He’s gien her evendoun fall,Till every rib on the auld wife’s sidePlayed nick-nack on the wall.

He’s drawn her up, he’s let her doun,

He’s gien her evendoun fall,

Till every rib on the auld wife’s side

Played nick-nack on the wall.

15It’s O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,I wish the blue may do weel!For every auld wife that is jealous o her dochterMay be rockit to the d——l in a creel!

It’s O the blue, the bonnie, bonnie blue,

I wish the blue may do weel!

For every auld wife that is jealous o her dochter

May be rockit to the d——l in a creel!

Buchan’s Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 278.

1As I gaed down to Collistown,Some white-fish for to buy, buy,The cunning clerk he followed me,And he followed me speedily, ly,And he followed me speedily.2Says, Faur ye gaun, my dearest dear?O faur ye gaun, my dow?There’s naebody comes to my bedside,And naebody wins to you.3‘Your brother is a gallant square-wright,A gallant square-wright is he;Ye’ll gar him make a lang ladder,Wi thirty steps and three.4‘And gar him big a deep, deep creel,A deep creel and a string,And ye’ll come up to my bedside,And come bonnily linken in.’5The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,To bed they went, to sleep;But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!A wink she coudna get.6‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,I wish it binna true,That the rottens had come thro the wa,And cutted the coverin blue.’7Then up it raise the auld gudeman,To see gin it was true;And he’s gane to his daughter dear,Says, What are ye doing, my dow?8‘What are ye doing, my daughter dear?What are ye doing, my dow?’‘The prayer book’s in my hand, father,Praying for my auld minnie and you.’9The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,To bed they went, to sleep;But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!But aye she wakend yet.10‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,I wish it binna true,That the cunning clerk and your ae daughterWere aneath the coverin blue.’11‘O rise yoursell, gudewife,’ he says,‘The diel may had you fast!Atween you and your ae daughterI canno get ae night’s rest.’12Up then raise the auld gudewife,To see gin it was true,And she fell arselins in the creel,And up the string they drew.13‘Win up, win up, gudeman,’ she says,‘Win up and help me now!For he that ye gae me to last night,I think he’s catchd me now.’14‘Gin Auld Nick he has catchd you now,I wish he may had you fast;As for you and your ae daughter,I ever get kindly rest.’15They howded her, and they showded her,Till the auld wife gat a fa,And three ribs o the auld wife’s sideGaed knip-knap ower in twa.

1As I gaed down to Collistown,Some white-fish for to buy, buy,The cunning clerk he followed me,And he followed me speedily, ly,And he followed me speedily.

As I gaed down to Collistown,

Some white-fish for to buy, buy,

The cunning clerk he followed me,

And he followed me speedily, ly,

And he followed me speedily.

2Says, Faur ye gaun, my dearest dear?O faur ye gaun, my dow?There’s naebody comes to my bedside,And naebody wins to you.

Says, Faur ye gaun, my dearest dear?

O faur ye gaun, my dow?

There’s naebody comes to my bedside,

And naebody wins to you.

3‘Your brother is a gallant square-wright,A gallant square-wright is he;Ye’ll gar him make a lang ladder,Wi thirty steps and three.

‘Your brother is a gallant square-wright,

A gallant square-wright is he;

Ye’ll gar him make a lang ladder,

Wi thirty steps and three.

4‘And gar him big a deep, deep creel,A deep creel and a string,And ye’ll come up to my bedside,And come bonnily linken in.’

‘And gar him big a deep, deep creel,

A deep creel and a string,

And ye’ll come up to my bedside,

And come bonnily linken in.’

5The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,To bed they went, to sleep;But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!A wink she coudna get.

The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,

To bed they went, to sleep;

But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!

A wink she coudna get.

6‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,I wish it binna true,That the rottens had come thro the wa,And cutted the coverin blue.’

‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,

I wish it binna true,

That the rottens had come thro the wa,

And cutted the coverin blue.’

7Then up it raise the auld gudeman,To see gin it was true;And he’s gane to his daughter dear,Says, What are ye doing, my dow?

Then up it raise the auld gudeman,

To see gin it was true;

And he’s gane to his daughter dear,

Says, What are ye doing, my dow?

8‘What are ye doing, my daughter dear?What are ye doing, my dow?’‘The prayer book’s in my hand, father,Praying for my auld minnie and you.’

‘What are ye doing, my daughter dear?

What are ye doing, my dow?’

‘The prayer book’s in my hand, father,

Praying for my auld minnie and you.’

9The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,To bed they went, to sleep;But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!But aye she wakend yet.

The auld gudeman and auld gudewife,

To bed they went, to sleep;

But wae mat worth the auld gudewife!

But aye she wakend yet.

10‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,I wish it binna true,That the cunning clerk and your ae daughterWere aneath the coverin blue.’

‘I dreamd a dreary dream this night,

I wish it binna true,

That the cunning clerk and your ae daughter

Were aneath the coverin blue.’

11‘O rise yoursell, gudewife,’ he says,‘The diel may had you fast!Atween you and your ae daughterI canno get ae night’s rest.’

‘O rise yoursell, gudewife,’ he says,

‘The diel may had you fast!

Atween you and your ae daughter

I canno get ae night’s rest.’

12Up then raise the auld gudewife,To see gin it was true,And she fell arselins in the creel,And up the string they drew.

Up then raise the auld gudewife,

To see gin it was true,

And she fell arselins in the creel,

And up the string they drew.

13‘Win up, win up, gudeman,’ she says,‘Win up and help me now!For he that ye gae me to last night,I think he’s catchd me now.’

‘Win up, win up, gudeman,’ she says,

‘Win up and help me now!

For he that ye gae me to last night,

I think he’s catchd me now.’

14‘Gin Auld Nick he has catchd you now,I wish he may had you fast;As for you and your ae daughter,I ever get kindly rest.’

‘Gin Auld Nick he has catchd you now,

I wish he may had you fast;

As for you and your ae daughter,

I ever get kindly rest.’

15They howded her, and they showded her,Till the auld wife gat a fa,And three ribs o the auld wife’s sideGaed knip-knap ower in twa.

They howded her, and they showded her,

Till the auld wife gat a fa,

And three ribs o the auld wife’s side

Gaed knip-knap ower in twa.

Kinloch MSS, I, 276; from Alexander Kinnear, of Stonehaven.

1‘My father he locks the doors at nicht,My mither the keys carries ben, ben;There’s naebody dare gae out,’ she says,‘And as few dare come in, in,And as few dare come in.’2‘I will mak a lang ladder,Wi fifty steps and three,I will mak a lang ladder,And lichtly come doun to thee.’3He has made a lang ladder,Wi fifty steps and three,He has made a lang ladder,And lichtly come doun the lum.4They had na kissd nor lang clappit,As lovers do whan they meet,Till the auld wife says to the auld man,I hear somebody speak.5‘I dreamed a dreem sin late yestreen,And I’m feard my dream be true;I dreamd that the rottens cam thro the wa,And cuttit the covering blue.6‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,And see gin this be true;’‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,For I wish the auld chiel had you.’7‘I dreamed a dream sin late yestreen,And I’m feard my dream be true;I dreamd that the clerk and our ae dotherWar rowed in the covering blue.8‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,And see gin this be true:’‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,For I wish the auld chiel had you.’9But up she raise, and but she gaes,And she fell into the gin;He gied the tow a clever tit,That brought her out at the lum.10‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,Ye’ll rise and come to me now,For him that ye’ve gien me sae lang till,I fear he has gotten me now.’11‘The grip that he’s gotten, I wish he may haud,And never let it gae,For atween you and your ae dotherI rest neither nicht nor day.’

1‘My father he locks the doors at nicht,My mither the keys carries ben, ben;There’s naebody dare gae out,’ she says,‘And as few dare come in, in,And as few dare come in.’

‘My father he locks the doors at nicht,

My mither the keys carries ben, ben;

There’s naebody dare gae out,’ she says,

‘And as few dare come in, in,

And as few dare come in.’

2‘I will mak a lang ladder,Wi fifty steps and three,I will mak a lang ladder,And lichtly come doun to thee.’

‘I will mak a lang ladder,

Wi fifty steps and three,

I will mak a lang ladder,

And lichtly come doun to thee.’

3He has made a lang ladder,Wi fifty steps and three,He has made a lang ladder,And lichtly come doun the lum.

He has made a lang ladder,

Wi fifty steps and three,

He has made a lang ladder,

And lichtly come doun the lum.

4They had na kissd nor lang clappit,As lovers do whan they meet,Till the auld wife says to the auld man,I hear somebody speak.

They had na kissd nor lang clappit,

As lovers do whan they meet,

Till the auld wife says to the auld man,

I hear somebody speak.

5‘I dreamed a dreem sin late yestreen,And I’m feard my dream be true;I dreamd that the rottens cam thro the wa,And cuttit the covering blue.

‘I dreamed a dreem sin late yestreen,

And I’m feard my dream be true;

I dreamd that the rottens cam thro the wa,

And cuttit the covering blue.

6‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,And see gin this be true;’‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,For I wish the auld chiel had you.’

‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,

And see gin this be true;’

‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,

For I wish the auld chiel had you.’

7‘I dreamed a dream sin late yestreen,And I’m feard my dream be true;I dreamd that the clerk and our ae dotherWar rowed in the covering blue.

‘I dreamed a dream sin late yestreen,

And I’m feard my dream be true;

I dreamd that the clerk and our ae dother

War rowed in the covering blue.

8‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,And see gin this be true:’‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,For I wish the auld chiel had you.’

‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,

And see gin this be true:’

‘If ye’re wanting rising, rise yoursel,

For I wish the auld chiel had you.’

9But up she raise, and but she gaes,And she fell into the gin;He gied the tow a clever tit,That brought her out at the lum.

But up she raise, and but she gaes,

And she fell into the gin;

He gied the tow a clever tit,

That brought her out at the lum.

10‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,Ye’ll rise and come to me now,For him that ye’ve gien me sae lang till,I fear he has gotten me now.’

‘Ye’ll rise, ye’ll rise, my auld gudeman,

Ye’ll rise and come to me now,

For him that ye’ve gien me sae lang till,

I fear he has gotten me now.’

11‘The grip that he’s gotten, I wish he may haud,And never let it gae,For atween you and your ae dotherI rest neither nicht nor day.’

‘The grip that he’s gotten, I wish he may haud,

And never let it gae,

For atween you and your ae dother

I rest neither nicht nor day.’

11. May (notmay).Dixon says: In the present impression some trifling typographical mistakes are corrected, and the phraseology has been rendered uniform throughout.In 62, he prints, Tho late, late was the hour; 64, dochter’s bower; 104, by our; 132, hinny, do; 133, wished me at.

11. May (notmay).

Dixon says: In the present impression some trifling typographical mistakes are corrected, and the phraseology has been rendered uniform throughout.

In 62, he prints, Tho late, late was the hour; 64, dochter’s bower; 104, by our; 132, hinny, do; 133, wished me at.

11, 21, 73. May (notmay).14. by and bye.151. She cries aye, It’s oh.

11, 21, 73. May (notmay).

14. by and bye.

151. She cries aye, It’s oh.

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