42.Perhapssilver.63. lady greet:cf.43.71. næ.112. watt.113. vpan?231. son Willë.
42.Perhapssilver.
63. lady greet:cf.43.
71. næ.
112. watt.
113. vpan?
231. son Willë.
392 a,H84. The nine. “Anciently the supreme criminal court of Scotland was composed of nine members.” Kinloch’s note, Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 259. This may afford a date.
I. b.The three stanzas were given as written down from memory by Finlay: see VIII, 507 b.
The following entry in the Stationers’ Registers may refer to this ballad: “24 March, 1579, Thomas Gosson. Receaved of him for a ballad concerninge the murder of the late Kinge of Scottes.” Arber, II, 349.
P. 423, IV, 513.
From “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 28, ‘Edom of Achendoon.’
From “The Old Lady’s Collection,” No 28, ‘Edom of Achendoon.’
1It fell about the Martimas time,Fan the wind blue loud an calld,Said Edom of Gordon to his men,We man dra till a hall.2‘An fatten a hall will we dra tell,My merry men a’ an me?We will to the house of Rothes,An see that gay lady.’3The lady louked our castell-wa,Beheld the day ga doun,An she saa Edun of Gordon,Fase Edom of Ach[en]doun.4‘Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,Gee our yer house to me;The night ye’s be my leall leman,The morn my lady free.’5‘I winnë gee our my bonny house,To leard nor yet to loun,Nor will I gee our my bonny houseTo fase Edom of Achendoun.6‘Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,Or get him young Lesmore,An I ell gee our my bonny houseTo ony of a’ the four.’7‘Ye’s nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,Nor yet him young Lesmore,An ye man gee our yer bonny house,Winten ony of a’ the four.’8The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,It didne hurt his head,It only grased his knee. . . . . .9‘Ye hast, my merry men a’,Gather hathorn an fune,. . . . . . .To see gin this lady will burn.’10‘Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!I paid ye well yer fee,An ye tane out the quinë-stane,Laten in the fire to me.11‘Wae worth ye, Joke, my man!I paid ye well yer hair,An ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,To me laten in the fire.’12‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,Ye paid me well my fee,Bat nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,Mane eather dee’d or dree.13‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,Ye paid me well my hire,But nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,To ye mane lat the fire.’14Out spak her doughter,She was bath jimp an smaa;‘Ye take me in a pair of shets,Lat me our the castell-waa.’15The pat her in a pair of shets,Lute her oure the castell-waa;On the point of Edom of Gordon’s lanceShe got a deadly faa.16Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,An bonny was her eyen;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .17He turned her about,. . . . . . .‘I might haa spared that bonny faceTo ha ben some man’s delight.18‘Chirry is yer chik,An bonny is yer eayn;Ye’r the first face I ever saa deadI wist liveng agen.’19Out spak one of his men,As he stad by a stane;‘Lat it never be sade brave Edom of GordonWas dantoned by a dame.’20Out spake the bonny barn,It sat on the nurce’s knee;‘Gee our yer house, my mider dear,The reak it smothers me.’21‘I wad gee a’ my silks,’ she says,‘That lays in mony a fall,To haa ye on the head of Mont Ganell,To gett three gasps of the call.22‘I wad gee a’ my goud,’ she says,‘Far it lays out an in,To haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,To get three gasps of the wind.’23. . . . . . . that gued lord,As he came fraa the sea,‘I see the house of Rothes in fire,God safe my gay ladie!’
1It fell about the Martimas time,Fan the wind blue loud an calld,Said Edom of Gordon to his men,We man dra till a hall.2‘An fatten a hall will we dra tell,My merry men a’ an me?We will to the house of Rothes,An see that gay lady.’3The lady louked our castell-wa,Beheld the day ga doun,An she saa Edun of Gordon,Fase Edom of Ach[en]doun.4‘Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,Gee our yer house to me;The night ye’s be my leall leman,The morn my lady free.’5‘I winnë gee our my bonny house,To leard nor yet to loun,Nor will I gee our my bonny houseTo fase Edom of Achendoun.6‘Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,Or get him young Lesmore,An I ell gee our my bonny houseTo ony of a’ the four.’7‘Ye’s nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,Nor yet him young Lesmore,An ye man gee our yer bonny house,Winten ony of a’ the four.’8The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,It didne hurt his head,It only grased his knee. . . . . .9‘Ye hast, my merry men a’,Gather hathorn an fune,. . . . . . .To see gin this lady will burn.’10‘Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!I paid ye well yer fee,An ye tane out the quinë-stane,Laten in the fire to me.11‘Wae worth ye, Joke, my man!I paid ye well yer hair,An ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,To me laten in the fire.’12‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,Ye paid me well my fee,Bat nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,Mane eather dee’d or dree.13‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,Ye paid me well my hire,But nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,To ye mane lat the fire.’14Out spak her doughter,She was bath jimp an smaa;‘Ye take me in a pair of shets,Lat me our the castell-waa.’15The pat her in a pair of shets,Lute her oure the castell-waa;On the point of Edom of Gordon’s lanceShe got a deadly faa.16Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,An bonny was her eyen;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .17He turned her about,. . . . . . .‘I might haa spared that bonny faceTo ha ben some man’s delight.18‘Chirry is yer chik,An bonny is yer eayn;Ye’r the first face I ever saa deadI wist liveng agen.’19Out spak one of his men,As he stad by a stane;‘Lat it never be sade brave Edom of GordonWas dantoned by a dame.’20Out spake the bonny barn,It sat on the nurce’s knee;‘Gee our yer house, my mider dear,The reak it smothers me.’21‘I wad gee a’ my silks,’ she says,‘That lays in mony a fall,To haa ye on the head of Mont Ganell,To gett three gasps of the call.22‘I wad gee a’ my goud,’ she says,‘Far it lays out an in,To haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,To get three gasps of the wind.’23. . . . . . . that gued lord,As he came fraa the sea,‘I see the house of Rothes in fire,God safe my gay ladie!’
1It fell about the Martimas time,Fan the wind blue loud an calld,Said Edom of Gordon to his men,We man dra till a hall.
1
It fell about the Martimas time,
Fan the wind blue loud an calld,
Said Edom of Gordon to his men,
We man dra till a hall.
2‘An fatten a hall will we dra tell,My merry men a’ an me?We will to the house of Rothes,An see that gay lady.’
2
‘An fatten a hall will we dra tell,
My merry men a’ an me?
We will to the house of Rothes,
An see that gay lady.’
3The lady louked our castell-wa,Beheld the day ga doun,An she saa Edun of Gordon,Fase Edom of Ach[en]doun.
3
The lady louked our castell-wa,
Beheld the day ga doun,
An she saa Edun of Gordon,
Fase Edom of Ach[en]doun.
4‘Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,Gee our yer house to me;The night ye’s be my leall leman,The morn my lady free.’
4
‘Gee our yer house, ye gay lady,
Gee our yer house to me;
The night ye’s be my leall leman,
The morn my lady free.’
5‘I winnë gee our my bonny house,To leard nor yet to loun,Nor will I gee our my bonny houseTo fase Edom of Achendoun.
5
‘I winnë gee our my bonny house,
To leard nor yet to loun,
Nor will I gee our my bonny house
To fase Edom of Achendoun.
6‘Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,Or get him young Lesmore,An I ell gee our my bonny houseTo ony of a’ the four.’
6
‘Bat ye gett me Cluny, Gight, or Glack,
Or get him young Lesmore,
An I ell gee our my bonny house
To ony of a’ the four.’
7‘Ye’s nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,Nor yet him young Lesmore,An ye man gee our yer bonny house,Winten ony of a’ the four.’
7
‘Ye’s nether gett Cluny, Gight, nor Glack,
Nor yet him young Lesmore,
An ye man gee our yer bonny house,
Winten ony of a’ the four.’
8The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,It didne hurt his head,It only grased his knee. . . . . .
8
The ladie shot out of a shot-windou,
It didne hurt his head,
It only grased his knee
. . . . . .
9‘Ye hast, my merry men a’,Gather hathorn an fune,. . . . . . .To see gin this lady will burn.’
9
‘Ye hast, my merry men a’,
Gather hathorn an fune,
. . . . . . .
To see gin this lady will burn.’
10‘Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!I paid ye well yer fee,An ye tane out the quinë-stane,Laten in the fire to me.
10
‘Wai worth ye, Joke, my man!
I paid ye well yer fee,
An ye tane out the quinë-stane,
Laten in the fire to me.
11‘Wae worth ye, Joke, my man!I paid ye well yer hair,An ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,To me laten in the fire.’
11
‘Wae worth ye, Joke, my man!
I paid ye well yer hair,
An ye t[a]en out the qunie-stane,
To me laten in the fire.’
12‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,Ye paid me well my fee,Bat nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,Mane eather dee’d or dree.
12
‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,
Ye paid me well my fee,
Bat nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,
Mane eather dee’d or dree.
13‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,Ye paid me well my hire,But nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,To ye mane lat the fire.’
13
‘Ye paid me well my meatt, lady,
Ye paid me well my hire,
But nou I am Edom of Gordon’s man,
To ye mane lat the fire.’
14Out spak her doughter,She was bath jimp an smaa;‘Ye take me in a pair of shets,Lat me our the castell-waa.’
14
Out spak her doughter,
She was bath jimp an smaa;
‘Ye take me in a pair of shets,
Lat me our the castell-waa.’
15The pat her in a pair of shets,Lute her oure the castell-waa;On the point of Edom of Gordon’s lanceShe got a deadly faa.
15
The pat her in a pair of shets,
Lute her oure the castell-waa;
On the point of Edom of Gordon’s lance
She got a deadly faa.
16Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,An bonny was her eyen;. . . . . . .. . . . . . .
16
Cherry, cherry was her cheeks,
An bonny was her eyen;
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
17He turned her about,. . . . . . .‘I might haa spared that bonny faceTo ha ben some man’s delight.
17
He turned her about,
. . . . . . .
‘I might haa spared that bonny face
To ha ben some man’s delight.
18‘Chirry is yer chik,An bonny is yer eayn;Ye’r the first face I ever saa deadI wist liveng agen.’
18
‘Chirry is yer chik,
An bonny is yer eayn;
Ye’r the first face I ever saa dead
I wist liveng agen.’
19Out spak one of his men,As he stad by a stane;‘Lat it never be sade brave Edom of GordonWas dantoned by a dame.’
19
Out spak one of his men,
As he stad by a stane;
‘Lat it never be sade brave Edom of Gordon
Was dantoned by a dame.’
20Out spake the bonny barn,It sat on the nurce’s knee;‘Gee our yer house, my mider dear,The reak it smothers me.’
20
Out spake the bonny barn,
It sat on the nurce’s knee;
‘Gee our yer house, my mider dear,
The reak it smothers me.’
21‘I wad gee a’ my silks,’ she says,‘That lays in mony a fall,To haa ye on the head of Mont Ganell,To gett three gasps of the call.
21
‘I wad gee a’ my silks,’ she says,
‘That lays in mony a fall,
To haa ye on the head of Mont Ganell,
To gett three gasps of the call.
22‘I wad gee a’ my goud,’ she says,‘Far it lays out an in,To haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,To get three gasps of the wind.’
22
‘I wad gee a’ my goud,’ she says,
‘Far it lays out an in,
To haa ye on the head of Mount Ganill,
To get three gasps of the wind.’
23. . . . . . . that gued lord,As he came fraa the sea,‘I see the house of Rothes in fire,God safe my gay ladie!’
23
. . . . . . . that gued lord,
As he came fraa the sea,
‘I see the house of Rothes in fire,
God safe my gay ladie!’
153. land.
153. land.