The knight turned right and round about,
All in the middle stream,

And he stretched out his head to that lady,
But loudly she did scream.

"O, this is hallow-morn," he said,
"And it is your bridle day,
But sad would be that gay wedding
If bridegroom and bride were away.

"And ride on, ride on, proud Margaret !
Till the water comes o'er your bree,
For the bride maun ride deep, and deeper yet,
Wha rides this ford wi' me.

"Turn round, turn round, proud Margaret!
Turn ye round and look on me,

Thou hast killed a true knight under trust
And his ghost now links on with thee."

FAUSE FOODRAGE

Was first published in the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border," where it is stated to be given chiefly from Mrs Brown of Falkland's MSS. The ballad is popular in Scotland, and there can be no reasonable doubt of its authenticity. Like others, however, it has lost none of its beauties by being distilled through the alembic established at Abbotsford for the purification of ancient song. -MOTHERWELL.

KING Easter has courted her for her lands,
King Wester for her fee;

King Honour for her comely face,

And for her fair bodie.

They had not been four months married,
As I have heard them tell,
Until the nobles of the land
Against them did rebel.

And they cast kevils* them amang,

And kevils them between;
And they cast kevils them amang,
Wha suld gae kill the king.

O, some said yea, and some said nay,
Their words did not agree;
Till up and got him Fause Foodrage,
And swore it suld be he.

When bells were rung, and mass was sung,

And a' men bound to bed, King Honour and his gay ladye

In a hie chamber were laid.

Then up and raise him, Fause Foodrage,

When a' were fast asleep,

And slew the porter in his lodge,
That watch and ward did keep.

O, four and twenty silver keys
Hung hie upon a pin ;

And aye, as ae door he did unlock,
He has fastened it him behind.

Then up and raise him king Honour,
Says "What means a' this din?
Or what's the matter, Fause Foodrage,
Or wha has loot you in?"

"Kevils:" lots.

"O ye my errand weel sall learn, Before that I depart."

Then drew a knife, baith lang and sharp, And pierced him to the heart.

Then up and got the queen hersell,

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And fell low down on her knee: "O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! For I never injured thee.

"O spare my life, now, Fause Foodrage! Until I lighter be!

And see gin it be lad or lass,

King Honour has left wi' me."

"I winna spare for his tender age, Nor yet for his hie, hie kin; But soon as e'er he born is,

He sall mount the gallows pin."

O four and twenty valiant knights
Were set the queen to guard!
And four stood aye at her bowir door,
To keep both watch and ward,

But when the time drew near an end,
That she suld lighter be,

She cast about to find a wile,
To set her body free.

K

O she has birled these merry young men,
With the ale but and the wine,
Until they were as deadly drunk
As any wild-wood swine.

"O narrow, narrow, is this window,
And big, big am I grown!"

Yet through the might of Our Ladye,
Out at it she has gone.

She wandered up, she wandered down,
She wandered out and in;

And, at last, into the swine's stythe,
The queen brought forth a son.

Then they cast kevils them amang, Which suld gae seek the queen ; And the kevil fell upon Wise William, And he sent his wife for him.

O when she saw Wise William's wife,
The queen fell on her knee;
“Win up,
win up, madam !

she says,

"What needs this courtesie?

"O out o' this I winna rise,

Till a boon ye grant to me;

To change your lass for this lad bairn,
King Honour left me wi'.

And ye maun learn my gay goss hawk
Right weel to breast a steed;

And I sall learn your turtle dow
As weel to write and read.

"And ye maun learn my gay goss hawk
To wield baith bow and brand;
And I sall learn your turtle dow
To lay gowd with her hand.

"At kirk and market when we meet, We'll dare mak nae avowe,

But-Dame, how does my gay goss hawk?' 'Madame, how does my dow?""

When days were gane, and years come on,
Wise William he thought lang;
And he's ta'en king Honour's son
A hunting for to gang.

It sae fell out, at this hunting,
Upon a simmer's day,

That they came by a fair castell,
Stood on a sunny brae.

"O dinna ye see that bonny castell,
Wi' halls and towers sae fair?
Gin ilka man had back his ain,
Of it you suld be heir."

"How I suld be heir of that castell,

In sooth I canna see:
For it belongs to Fause Foodrage,
And he is na kin to me."

"O gin ye suld kill him, Fause Foodrage,
You would do but what was right;

For, I wot, he killed your father dear,
Or ever ye saw the light.