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“But in my bower there is a wake,

An' at the wake there is a wane ;
But I'll come to the green-wood the morn,

Whar blooms the brier, by mornin' dawn."

Then she's gane to her bed again,

Where she has layen till the cock crew thrice, Then she said to her sisters a',

Maidens, 'tis time for us to rise.”

She pat on her back a silken gown,

An' on her breast a siller pin,
An' she's tane a sister in ilka hand,

An' to the green-wood she is gane.

She hadna walked in the green-wood,

Na not a mile but barely ane,
Till there was Willie, her ain true love,

Whae frae her sisters has her ta’en.

He took her sisters by the hand,

He kissed them baith, an' sent them hame, An he's ta’en his true love him behind,

And through the green-wood they are gane. They hadna ridden in the bonnie green-wood,

Na not a mile but barely ane, When there came fifteen o’the boldest knights,

That ever bare flesh, blood, or bane.

The foremost was an aged knight,

He wore the gray hair on his chin,
Says, “ Yield to me thy lady bright,
An' thou shalt walk the woods within."

* “Wane :" a number of people.

“For me to yield my lady bright

To such an aged knight as thee, People wad think I war gane mad,

Or a'the courage flown frae me.”

But up then spake the second knight,

I wat he spake right boustouslie, “ Yield me thy life, or thy lady bright,

Or here the tane of us shall die.”

“My lady is my world's meed,

My life I winna yield to nane; But, if ye be men of true manhood,

Ye'll only fight me ane by ane."

He lighted off his milk-white horse,

And gae 'm his lady by the head, Saying, “See ye dinna change your cheer,

Until you see my body bleed.”

He set his back into an aik,

He set his feet against a stane; And he has fought these fifteen men,

And killed them a' but barely ane; For he has left the aged knight,

But to carry the tidings hame.

When he gaed to his lady fair,

I wot he kissed her tenderlie: “Thou 'rt mine ain love, I have thee bought;

And we shall walk the green-wood free.”


A copy of this ballad, materially different from that which follows, appeared in “Scottish Songs," 2 vols., Edinburgh, 1792, under the title of Lord Bothwell. Some stanzas have been transferred from thence to the present copy, which is taken down from the recitation of a lady, nearly related to the Editor. Some readings have been also adopted from a third copy, in Mrs Brown's MS., under the title of Child Brenton. Cospatrick (Comes Patricius) was the designation of the Earl of Dunbar in the days of Wallace and Bruce.—SIR WALTER SCOTT.

Herd published, in 1775, a version of this story, under the title of Bothwell—which Professor Ayton adopts in his recent collection. Another version was published, in 1827, by Mr P. Buchan, under the title of Lord Dingwall. In Cromek's “Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song," is a poem—“We were sisters, sisters seven”_drawn from the same source, and in some respects a finer composition than Cospatrick.-C. M.

COSPATRICK has sent o'er the faem;
Cospatrick brought his ladye hame;
And fourscore ships have come her wi',
The ladye by the green-wood tree.
There were twal' and twal wi' baken bread,
And twal' and twal'wi' gowd sae red,
And twal' and twal wi' bouted flour,
And twaľ and twal wi’ the paramour.
Sweet Willy was a widow's son,
And at her stirrup he did run;
And she was clad in the finest pall,

aye she loot the tears down fall.
“O is your saddle set awrye?
Or rides your steed for you owre high?
Or are you mourning, in your tide,
That you suld be Cospatrick's bride ?”


“I am not mourning, at this tide, That I suld be Cospatrick's bride; But I am sorrowing, in my mood, That I suld leave my mother good.” “But, gentle boy, come tell to me, What is the custom of thy countrie ?” “The custom thereof, my dame,” he says, “ Will ill a gentle ladye please. “Seven king's daughters has our lord wedded, And seven king's daughters has our lord

bedded; But he's cutted their breasts frae their breast

bane, And sent them mourning hame again. “Yet, gin you 're sure that you ’re a maid, Ye mae gae safely to his bed ; But gif o' that ye be na sure, Then hire some damsel o'


bour.” The ladye's called her bour-maiden, That waiting was into her train. “Five thousand merks I'll gie to thee, To sleep this night with my lord for me. When bells were rung, and mass was sayne, And a' men unto bed were gane, Cospatrick and the bonny maid, Into ae chamber they were laid. “Now speak to me, blankets, and speak to me,

And speak, thou sheet, enchanted web;
And speak, my sword, that winna lie,
Is this a true maiden that lies by me?”

“It is not a maid that you hae wedded,
But it is a maid that you hae bedded ;
It is a leal maiden that lies by thee,
But not the maiden that it should be.”

O wrathfully he left the bed,
And wrathfully his claes on did;
And he has ta'en him through the ha',
And on his mother he did ca'.

“I am the most unhappy man,
That ever was in Christen land !
I courted a maiden, meik and mild,
And I hae gotten naething but a woman

wi' child.

“O stay, my son, into this ha',
And sport ye wi' your merry men a';
And I will to the secret bour,
To see how it fares wi' your paramour.”

The carline she was stark and sture,
She aff the hinges dang the dure.
“O is your bairn to laird or loun,
Or is it to your father's groom?”

“O hear me, mother, on my knee,
Till my sad story I tell to thee:
O we were sisters, sisters seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.

"It fell on a summer's afternoon,
When a' our toilsome work was done,
We coost the kevils us amang,
To see which suld to the green-wood gang.

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