She turned about her milk-white steed, For forty days and forty nights He wade thro' red blude to the knee, O they rade on, and further on, "O no, O no, True Thomas," she says, "But I have a loaf here in my lap, We'll rest a while, and ye may dine." When he had eaten and drunk his fill; "Lay down your head upon my knee," The lady said, "ere we climb yon hill, And I will show you fairlies three. "O see not ye yon narrow road, So thick beset wi' thorns and briers? That is the path of righteousness, Tho' after it but few enquires. 30 40 “And see not ye that braid braid road, Tho' some call it the road to heaven. "And see not ye that bonny road, Which winds about the ferny brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Where you and I this night maun gae. "But, Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, Whatever you may hear or see, 50 For gin ae word you should chance to speak, You will ne'er get back to your ain country." 60 He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, EDWARD "Why does your brand sae drap wi' bluid, Why does your brand sae drap wi' bluid, O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mair but he, O." "Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward. Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son I tell thee, O." "O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and frie, O." "Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Edward, Edward: Your steid was auld, and ye hae gat mair, Sum other dule ye drie, O." "O, I hae killed my fadir deir, Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my fadir deir, Alas! and wae is me, O!" “And whatten penance wul ye drie for that, Edward, Edward? And whatten penance wul ye drie for that, My deir son, now tell me, O." "I'll set my feit in yonder boat, Mither, mither: I'll set my feit in yonder boat, And I'll fare over the sea, O." 10 20 30 And what wul ye doe wi' your towers and your ha', Edward, Edward? And what wul ye doe wi' your towers and your ha That were sae fair to see, O?” "I'll let them stand till they doun fa', Mither, mither: I'll let them stand till they doun fa', For here never mair maun I be, O." 40 "And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Edward, Edward? And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife, Whan ye gang over the sea, O?" "The warldis room, let them beg throw life, The warldis room, let them beg throw life, And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir, And what wul ye leive to your ain mither deir? The curse of hell frae me sall ye beir, 50 THE TWA CORBIES As I was walking all alane, heard twa corbies making a mane, "In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; "His hound is to the hunting gane, So we may mak' our dinner sweet. "Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane, We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. "Mony a one for him makes mane, ΙΟ 20 THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON There was a youth, and a well-beloved youth, And he was a squire's son; He loved the bailiff's daughter dear, That lived in Islington. She was coy, and she would not believe That he did love her so, No, nor at any time she would Any countenance to him show. But when his friends did understand They sent him up to fair London, IC |