66 Gin we be missed out o' our place, A sair pain we maun bide. 'Fare ye weel, my mother dear! Fareweel to barn and byre! And fare ye weel, the bonny lass, * * * Scott, Minst. Scot. Bord. 44 48 THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY "RISE up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armour so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine Was married to a lord under night. "Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And put on your armour so bright, And take better care of your youngest sister, For your eldest 's awa' the last night." He's mounted her on a milk-white steed, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, Lord William lookit o'er his left shoulder, To see what he could see, And there he spied her seven brethren bold, 15 Come riding o'er the lee. "Light down, light down, Lady Marg’ret,”, he said, "And hold my steed in your hand, Until that against your seven brethren bold, She held his steed in her milk-white hand, Until that she saw her seven brethren fa', J 20 And her father hard fighting, who loved her so dear. "O hold your hand, Lord William!" she said, 25 "For your strokes they are wond'rous sair; True lovers I can get many a ane, But a father I can never get mair." O she's ta'en out her handkerchief, And aye she dighted her father's bloody That were redder than the wine. "O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margret," he said, "O whether will ye gang or bide?” I'll gang, I'll gang, Lord William," she said, 35 "For ye have left me no other guide." He's lifted her on a milk-white steed, And himself on a dapple grey, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, 40 O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they came to yon wan water, And there they lighted down. They lighted down to tak a drink Of the spring that ran sae clear; And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, And sair she 'gan to fear. "Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says, "For I fear that you are slain!" "'T is naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak, That shines in the water sae plain.” O they rade on, and on they rade, And a' by the light of the moon, Until they cam to his mother's ha' door,, 55 And there they lighted down. “Get up, get up, lady mother," he says, "Get up, and let me in! Get up, get up, lady mother!” he says, "For this night my fair lady I've win, 60 "O mak my bed, lady mother," he says, And lay Lady Marg'ret close at my back, Lord William was dead lang ere midnight, And all true lovers that go thegither, Lord William was buried in St. Mary's kirk, 65 Out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose, And out o' the knight's a brier. And they twa met, and they twa plat, And a' the warld might ken right weel, But bye and rade the Black Douglas, For he pulled up the bonny brier, 70 75 And flang 't in St. Mary's Loch. 80 Scott, Minst. Scot. Bord. THE TWA CORBIES As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane: "Whar sall we gang and dine to-day?". "-In behint yon auld fail dyke And naebody kens that he lies there His hound is to the hunting gane, His lady 's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet. 'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue e'en: 8 12 "We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. 16 Mony a one for him makes mane,.. The wind sall blaw for evermair." Scott, Minst. Scot. Bord, 20 THE BRAES OF YARROW LATE at een, drinkin' the wine, "O stay at hame, my noble lord! 8 |