Fayre Robyn.[B]
FAYRE ROBYN he rad owre the brae,Hys steede he was a wighty browne;The countrie a’ lay at hys back,Hys eyen were to the toune.Bauld Robyn owre the brae did ride,Nor yet a Horde nor yerle was he,But mae than ony noblemanHys fayreness was to see.And Robyn rad adoun the brae,And cam yth High Strete;A gentil pace hys horse haddeWhych was baith goode and meete.The Shyreff’s dauter sate yth waneAnd luikt out o’ the window round,Therebye Robyn rad and sang,A braw and pleasant sound.She luikt upon hys goodely formeHe luikt a’ in hir deepe blue yee;Robyn doft hys bonnet; a rose to hymShe dropit for replye.Leeve may o meete me bye the yett,And a’ taegither we will flie.I’ll meete thee when the nyghte be com,So ryde again soone bye.She’s met hym when the nyghte was com,And a’ taegither they hae fled,Now gin the Shyreff com, most sureThey maun baith be dead.The hae na gane a league, a league,A league nor barely ane,When Robyn saith now by my bloodeThey’re reasin a’ the toon.They hae na gane anither league,A league nor barely twa,When they do heare a not ffar offSome bernes that them pursue.The be com unto a great roke;Ye faith it was baith deepe and wide.The Shyreff’s bernes byn sonyghThe maun plunge them in the tyde.They’ve plunged them in the cauld water,The spait was ful swift bye;Now byr Ladye, quoth the may,Methinks we baith maun dee.They’ve plunged them into the cauld roke;The hors they rade sank doun.A’ yth black water thenThe baith were neere to droune.He bare hir firme in hys left armeAnd swam a’ wi’ his right:When the cam to yearth againeThe bernes byn in sight.The bernes rad the roke alongAnd saw Robyn’s bonnet on the tide.Now be the baith to bottom gane,Ther may the bide!The Shyreff turned him home again,Turned back and went awaie,But Robyn and His Ladye ffayreWere wed the nextin daye.
FAYRE ROBYN he rad owre the brae,Hys steede he was a wighty browne;The countrie a’ lay at hys back,Hys eyen were to the toune.Bauld Robyn owre the brae did ride,Nor yet a Horde nor yerle was he,But mae than ony noblemanHys fayreness was to see.And Robyn rad adoun the brae,And cam yth High Strete;A gentil pace hys horse haddeWhych was baith goode and meete.The Shyreff’s dauter sate yth waneAnd luikt out o’ the window round,Therebye Robyn rad and sang,A braw and pleasant sound.She luikt upon hys goodely formeHe luikt a’ in hir deepe blue yee;Robyn doft hys bonnet; a rose to hymShe dropit for replye.Leeve may o meete me bye the yett,And a’ taegither we will flie.I’ll meete thee when the nyghte be com,So ryde again soone bye.She’s met hym when the nyghte was com,And a’ taegither they hae fled,Now gin the Shyreff com, most sureThey maun baith be dead.The hae na gane a league, a league,A league nor barely ane,When Robyn saith now by my bloodeThey’re reasin a’ the toon.They hae na gane anither league,A league nor barely twa,When they do heare a not ffar offSome bernes that them pursue.The be com unto a great roke;Ye faith it was baith deepe and wide.The Shyreff’s bernes byn sonyghThe maun plunge them in the tyde.They’ve plunged them in the cauld water,The spait was ful swift bye;Now byr Ladye, quoth the may,Methinks we baith maun dee.They’ve plunged them into the cauld roke;The hors they rade sank doun.A’ yth black water thenThe baith were neere to droune.He bare hir firme in hys left armeAnd swam a’ wi’ his right:When the cam to yearth againeThe bernes byn in sight.The bernes rad the roke alongAnd saw Robyn’s bonnet on the tide.Now be the baith to bottom gane,Ther may the bide!The Shyreff turned him home again,Turned back and went awaie,But Robyn and His Ladye ffayreWere wed the nextin daye.
FAYRE ROBYN he rad owre the brae,Hys steede he was a wighty browne;The countrie a’ lay at hys back,Hys eyen were to the toune.
FAYRE ROBYN he rad owre the brae,
FAYRE ROBYN he rad owre the brae,
Hys steede he was a wighty browne;
The countrie a’ lay at hys back,
Hys eyen were to the toune.
Bauld Robyn owre the brae did ride,Nor yet a Horde nor yerle was he,But mae than ony noblemanHys fayreness was to see.
Bauld Robyn owre the brae did ride,
Nor yet a Horde nor yerle was he,
But mae than ony nobleman
Hys fayreness was to see.
And Robyn rad adoun the brae,And cam yth High Strete;A gentil pace hys horse haddeWhych was baith goode and meete.
And Robyn rad adoun the brae,
And cam yth High Strete;
A gentil pace hys horse hadde
Whych was baith goode and meete.
The Shyreff’s dauter sate yth waneAnd luikt out o’ the window round,Therebye Robyn rad and sang,A braw and pleasant sound.
The Shyreff’s dauter sate yth wane
And luikt out o’ the window round,
Therebye Robyn rad and sang,
A braw and pleasant sound.
She luikt upon hys goodely formeHe luikt a’ in hir deepe blue yee;Robyn doft hys bonnet; a rose to hymShe dropit for replye.
She luikt upon hys goodely forme
He luikt a’ in hir deepe blue yee;
Robyn doft hys bonnet; a rose to hym
She dropit for replye.
Leeve may o meete me bye the yett,And a’ taegither we will flie.I’ll meete thee when the nyghte be com,So ryde again soone bye.
Leeve may o meete me bye the yett,
And a’ taegither we will flie.
I’ll meete thee when the nyghte be com,
So ryde again soone bye.
She’s met hym when the nyghte was com,And a’ taegither they hae fled,Now gin the Shyreff com, most sureThey maun baith be dead.
She’s met hym when the nyghte was com,
And a’ taegither they hae fled,
Now gin the Shyreff com, most sure
They maun baith be dead.
The hae na gane a league, a league,A league nor barely ane,When Robyn saith now by my bloodeThey’re reasin a’ the toon.
The hae na gane a league, a league,
A league nor barely ane,
When Robyn saith now by my bloode
They’re reasin a’ the toon.
They hae na gane anither league,A league nor barely twa,When they do heare a not ffar offSome bernes that them pursue.
They hae na gane anither league,
A league nor barely twa,
When they do heare a not ffar off
Some bernes that them pursue.
The be com unto a great roke;Ye faith it was baith deepe and wide.The Shyreff’s bernes byn sonyghThe maun plunge them in the tyde.
The be com unto a great roke;
Ye faith it was baith deepe and wide.
The Shyreff’s bernes byn sonygh
The maun plunge them in the tyde.
They’ve plunged them in the cauld water,The spait was ful swift bye;Now byr Ladye, quoth the may,Methinks we baith maun dee.
They’ve plunged them in the cauld water,
The spait was ful swift bye;
Now byr Ladye, quoth the may,
Methinks we baith maun dee.
They’ve plunged them into the cauld roke;The hors they rade sank doun.A’ yth black water thenThe baith were neere to droune.
They’ve plunged them into the cauld roke;
The hors they rade sank doun.
A’ yth black water then
The baith were neere to droune.
He bare hir firme in hys left armeAnd swam a’ wi’ his right:When the cam to yearth againeThe bernes byn in sight.
He bare hir firme in hys left arme
And swam a’ wi’ his right:
When the cam to yearth againe
The bernes byn in sight.
The bernes rad the roke alongAnd saw Robyn’s bonnet on the tide.Now be the baith to bottom gane,Ther may the bide!
The bernes rad the roke along
And saw Robyn’s bonnet on the tide.
Now be the baith to bottom gane,
Ther may the bide!
The Shyreff turned him home again,Turned back and went awaie,But Robyn and His Ladye ffayreWere wed the nextin daye.
The Shyreff turned him home again,
Turned back and went awaie,
But Robyn and His Ladye ffayre
Were wed the nextin daye.