"I would give you fifty pounds If the traitor Wallace ye'd let me see." "Tell down your money," said Willie Wallace, "Tell down your money, if it be good; I'm sure I have it in my power, "Tell down your money, if it be good, I'm sure I have it in my power The money was told on the table, He slew the captain where he stood, And ask'd if there were any more. Come, cover the table," said Willie Wallace, 'Come, cover the table now, make haste, For it will soon be three lang days Sin I a bit o' meat did taste." The table was not well covered, Nor yet had he set down to dine, Till fifteen more of the English lords Surrounded the house where he was in. The guidwife she ran but the floor, He put the house in sic a swither, That five o' them he sticket dead; And he has pulled out twenty pounds, SWEET WILLIE AND LADY MARGERIE. This ballad was taken down by Mr Motherwell, in 1825, from the recitation of a lady then far advanced in years, with whose grandmother it was a favourite. It bears some resemblance to Clerk Saunders. SWEET WILLIE was a widow's son, Lady Margerie was the first ladye That drank to him the wine O; And aye as the healths gaed round and round, "Laddie, your love is mine O." Lady Margerie was the first ladye That drank to him the beer Ŏ; And aye as the healths gaed round and round, "Laddie, ye're welcome here O. "You must come intil my bower He's taen four-and-twenty braid arrows, He set his ae foot on the wa', And he's kill'd a' the king's life-guards, "Oh, open, open, Lady Margerie, The weet weets a' my yellow hair, With her feet as white as sleet She strode her bower within O; And with her fingers lang and sma' She's looten sweet Willie in O. She's louted down unto his foot, To louze sweet Willie's shoon 0; The buckles were sae stiff they wadna lowze, The blood had frozen in O. "O Willie, O Willie, I fear that thou In then came her father dear, "Lye yont, lye yont, Willie," she says, "Your sweat weets a' my side O; Lye yont, lye yont, Willie," she says, For your sweat I downa bide O." She turned her back unto the wa', "Woe be to you, father," she said, "And an ill death may you die O; For ye've killed Willie, the widow's son, And he would have married me O." She turned her back unto the room, And with a deep and heavy sich, KEMPION. The tale of Kempion seems, from the names of the personages and the nature of the adventure, to have been an old metrical romance, degraded into a ballad by the lapse of time, and the corruption of reciters. The change in the structure of the last verses from the common ballad stanza to that which is proper to the metrical romance, adds force to this conjecture. Such transformations as the song narrates are common in the annals of chivalry. In the 25th and 26th cantos of the second book of the Orlando Inamorato, the paladin, Brandimarte, after surmounting many obstacles, penetrates into the recesses of an enchanted palace. Here he finds a fair damsel seated upon a tomb, who announces to him that, in order to achieve her deliverance, he must raise the lid of the sepulchre, and kiss whatever being should issue forth. The knight, having pledged his faith, proceeds to open the tomb, out of which a monstrous snake issues forth with a tremendous hiss. Brandimarte, with much reluctance, fulfils the bizarre conditions of the adventure, and the monster is instantly changed into a beautiful fairy, who loads her deliverer with benefits. There is a ballad somewhat resembling Kempion, called The Laidley Worm of Spindleston-heugh, which is very popular upon the borders. The most common version was either entirely composed, or re-written by the Reverend Mr Lamb, of Norham.-SIR WALTER SCOTT. CUM heir, cum heir, ye freely feed, "O meikle dolour sall ye dree, And aye the salt seas o'er ye'se swim; On Estmere crags, when ye them climb. |