THE GAY GOSHAWK "O well's me o' my gay goshawk, "O how can I your true-love ken, When frae her mouth I never heard couth, "O well sall ye my true-love ken, As soon as you her see; For, of a' the flow'rs in fair Englan', 66 At even at my love's bow'r-door "An' four-and-twenty ladies fair But well sall ye my true-love ken, "An' four-and-twenty gay ladies Will to the mass repair, But well sall ye my true-love ken, For she wears goud on her hair." ΙΟ 20 O even at that lady's bow'r-door "O eat and drink, my marys a', 'Sing on, sing on, my bonny bird, O first he sang a merry song, "Ha, there's a letter frae your love, He says he sent you three; "He bids you write a letter to him; He says he's sent you five; He canno wait your love langer, Tho' you're the fairest woman alive." "Ye bid him bake his bridal bread, An' I'll meet him in fair Scotlan' 40 30 She's done her to her father dear, "Ask on, ask on, my daughter, An' granted it sall be; Except ae squire in fair Scotlan', "The only boon my father dear, "An' the firstin kirk that ye come till, An' the nextin kirk that ye come till, "An' the thirdin kirk that ye come till, She's done her to her bigly bow'r, She's laid her down upon her bed, And soon o'er every tender limb Cauld death began to creep. Whan night was flown, an' day was come, Nae ane that did her see But thought she was as surely dead As ony lady could be. Her father an' her brothers dear Her mither an' her sisters fair The firstin kirk that they came till, The thirdin kirk that they came till, An' the fourthin kirk that they came till, Lo, there they met her make! "Lay down, lay down the bigly bier, Let me the dead look on." Wi' cherry cheeks and ruby lips. She lay an' smil'd on him. "O ae sheave o' your bread, true-love, An' ae glass o' your wine, For I hae fasted for your sake These days is fully nine. 90 100 "Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold brothers, Gang hame and sound your horn; An' ye may boast in southin lan's Your sister's play'd you scorn." THOMAS RYMER True Thomas lay o'er yond grassy bank, A lady that was brisk and bold, Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, True Thomas he took off his hat, And bowed him low down till his knee : o, O no, True Thomas," she says, That name does not belong to me; am but the queen of fair Elfland, And I'm come here for to visit thee. "But ye maun go wi' me now, Thomas, True Thomas, ye maun go wi' me, For ye maun serve me seven years, Thro' weal or wae, as may chance to be." ΙΟ 20 |