When thou haft fail'd it round about,

Love GREGORY is within.

When she had fail'd it round about,

She tirled at the pin:
O open, open, love GREGORY,

Open, and let me in!

For I am the Lafs of Lochroyan,

Banifht frae a' my kin.

[His mother fpeaks to her from the houfe, and he thinks it him.]

If thou be the Lafs of Lochroyan,

As I know na thou be,

Tell me fome of the true takens

That past between me and thee.

Haft thou na mind, love GREGORY,
As we fat at the wine,

We changed the rings aff ithers hands,
And ay the best was mine?

For mine was o' the gude red gould,
But thine was o' the tin;

And mine was true and trusty baith,
But thine was fause within.

And haft thou na mind, love GREGORY,

As we fat on yon hill,

Thou twin'd me of my maidenhead
Right fair against my will?

Now open, open, love GREGORY,
Open, and let me in ;

For the rain rains on my gude cleeding,

And the dew ftands on my chin.

If thou be the Lafs of Lochroyan,
As I know na thou be,

Tell me fome mair o' the takens

Past between me and thee.

Then she has turn'd her round about,
Well fince it will be fae,

Let never woman who has born a fon
Hae a heart fae full of wae.

Take down, take down that mast of gould, Set up a mast of tree;

For it difna become a forfaken lady

To fail fae royallie.

[The Sen fpeaks.]

I dreamt a dream this night, mother,
I wish it may prove true,

That the bonny Lafs of Lochroyan
Was at the yate just now.

Lie ftill, lie ftill, my only fon,

And found fleep mayst thou get; For it's but an hour or little mair Since she was at the yate.

Awa, awa, ye wicked woman,
And an ill dead may you die ;
Ye might have either letten her in,
Or else have wakened me.

Gar faddle to me the black, he said,
Gar faddle to me the brown,

Gar faddle to me the swiftest steed

That is in a' the town.

B

Now the first town he came to,

The bells were ringing there; And the neift town he came to, Her corpfe was coming there.

Set down, fet down that comely corpfe,
Set down, and let me fee,

Gin that be the Lafs of Lochroyan,
That died for love o' me.

And he took out his little penknife,
That hang down by his gare;
And he's ripp'd up her winding-sheet,
A lang claith-yard and mair.

And first he kift her cherry-cheek,
And fyne he kift her chin,
And neist he kist her rofy lips;
There was nae breath within.

And he has ta'en his little penknife,
With a heart that was fou fair;

He has given himself a deadly wound,
And word spoke never mair.

The Battle of Otterburn.

T fell and about the Lammas time,

IT

When husband men do win their hay, Earl DOUGLAS is to the English woods, And a' with him to fetch a prey.

He has chofen the LINDSAYS light,
With them the gallant GORDONS gay,

And the Earl of FYFE withouten ftrife,

And Sir HUGH MONTGOMERY upon a grey.

They hae taken Northumberland,

And fae hae they the north-fhire,

And the Otter-dale they burnt it hale,

And fet it a' into a fire.

Out then spack a bonny boy,

That ferv'd ane o' Earl DOUGLAS' kin,
Methinks I fee an English host
A-coming branken us upon.

If this be true, my little boy,
And it be troth that thou tells me,

The braweft bower in Otterburn
This day shall be thy morning fee.

But if it be falfe, my little boy,

But and a lie that thou tells me,
On the highest tree that's in Otterburn
With my awin hands I'll hing thee hie.

The boy's taen out his little penknife,
That hanget low down by his gare,
And he gae Earl DOUGLAS a deadly wound,
Alack! a deep wound and a fare.

Earl DOUGLAS faid to Sir HUGH MONTGOMERY,
Tack thou the vanguard o' the three;

And bury me at yon braken bush,
That stands upon yon lilly lee.

Then PERCY and MONTGOMERY met,
And weel a wat they war na fain;
They swapped fwords, and they twa fwat,
ay the blood ran down between.

And

O yield thee, yield thee, PERCY, he said,

Or elfe I vow I'll lay thee low.

Whom to fhall I yield? faid Earl PERCY;
Now that I fee it maun be fo.

O yield thee to yon braken bush,
That grows upon yon lilly lie.

I winna yield to a braken bush,
Nor yet will I unto a brier;
But I wad yield to Earl DOUGLAS,

Or Sir HUGH MONTGOMERY, if he was here.

As foon as he knew it was MONTGOMERY,
He stuck his sword's point in the ground:

And Sir HUGH MONTGOMERY was a courteous knight, And he quickly brought him by the hand.

This deed was done at Otterburn,

About the breaking o' the day.

Earl DOUGLAS was buried at the braken bush,

And PERCY led captive away.

The Jew's Daughter.

`HE rain runs down thro' Mirry-land toune,

TH

Sae dois it doune the Pa:

Sae dois the lads of Mirry-land toune,

Quhan they play at the ba.

Then outand cam the Jewis dochter,

Said, Will ye cum in and dine!