They hadna sail'd a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The ropes they brak, and the top-masts lap, It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves came o'er the broken ship, Till a' her sides were torn. "O whaur will I get a gude sailor "It's here am I, a sailor gude, He hadna gane a step, a step, When a bolt flew out of the gude ship's side, And the salt sea it cam' in. “Gae, fetch a web of the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And wap them into the gude ship's side, They fetched a web o' the silken claith, Another o' the twine, And they wapp'd them into the gude ship's side, But aye the sea came in. O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords But lang ere a' the play was o'er, O lang, lang may the ladies sit, O lang, lang may their ladies sit, Half owre, half owre to Aberdour, And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, Wi' the Scots lords at his feet. TAMLAN E. THE following version of this curious old fairy ballad differs materially from that inserted by Sir Walter Scott in the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border," which contained a number of verses avowedly modern, and others which I strongly suspect to have been interpolated at a much earlier period. I have excised all doubtful stanzas I venture to think to the decided improvement of the ballad - and I have added nothing for which I have not warrant in other versions. In the task of collation I have derived much assistance from a fragment given by Mr Maidment, in a little volume entitled "A New Book of Old Ballads," which was printed at Edinburgh in 1843, for private circulation. The ballad belongs to Selkirkshire, and is of undoubted antiquity, being mentioned in the "Complaynt of Scotland," printed at St Andrews in 1549. I forbid ye, maidens a', "01 That bind in snood your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, Fair Janet sat within her bower, She's prink'd hersell, and preen'd hersell, She hadna pu'd a red red rose, A rose but barely three, When up and starts the young Tamlane, Says "Lady, let a-be! "What gars ye pu' the rose, Janet ? "O I will pu' the flowers," she said, 66 He took her by the milk-white hand, Now ye maun tell the truth," she said, "A word ye maunna lie ; O, were ye ever in haly chapel, Or sained in Christentie ?" "The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet, I was ta'en to the good church-door, Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire, "When I was a boy just turned of nine, To hunt, and hawk, and ride with him, "There came a wind out of the north, The Queen of Fairies she was there, "And never would I tire, Janet, "The morn at e'en is Hallowe'en ; Our fairy court will ride, Through England and through Scotland baith, And through the warld sae wide, And if that ye wad borrow me, At Miles Cross ye maun bide. "And ye maun gae to the Miles Moss, Between twelve hours and one, Tak' haly water in your hand, And cast a compass roun.' "And how shall I ken thee, Tamlane? Amang the throng o' fairy folk, |