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I winnae cum in, I winnae cum in,
Without my play-feres nine.

Scho pow'd an apple reid and white
To intice the young thing in :
Scho pow'd an apple white and reid,
And that the fweit bairne did win.

And scho has taine out a little pen-knife,
And low down by her gair,

Scho has twin'd the zoung thing of his life;
A word he neir spake mair.

And outand cam the thick thick bluid,
And outand cam the thin;

And outand cam the bonny herts bluid:
Thair was nae life left in.

Scho laid him on a dressing borde,
And dreft him like a fwine,
And laughing faid, Gae now and pley
With zour sweet play-feres nine.

Scho row'd him in a cake of lead,
Bade him ly still and fleip.
Scho caft him in a deip draw-well,

Was fifty fathom deip.

Quhan bells wer rung, and mass was fung,

And every lady went hame : Than ilk lady had her zoung fonne,

But Lady HELEN had nane.

Scho row'd hir mantil hir about,
And fair fair gan fhe weip:
And she ran into the Jewis castel,
Quhan they wer all afleip.

My bonny Sir HEW, my pretty Sir HEW,

I pray thee to me speik :

"O lady rinn to the deip draw-well

"Gin ze zour fonne wad feik."

Lady HELEN ran to the deip draw-well, And knelt upon her kne:

My bonny Sir HEW, and ze be here, thee fpeik to me.

I

pray

The lead is wondrous heavy, mither,
The well is wondrous deip,
A keen pen-knife sticks in my hert,
A word I downae fpeik.

Gae hame, gae hame, my mother deir,
Fetch me my winding-sheet,

And at the back o' Mirry-land toune,
Its there we twa fall meet.

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There gowans are gay;

Thy gar me wake when I shou'd sleep, The first morning of May.

About the fields as I did pass,

There gowans are gay;
I chanc'd to meet a proper lass,
The first morning of May.

Right bufy was that bonny maid,
There gowans are gay;

I halft her, fyne to her I said,
The first morning of May.

O mistress fair, what do you here,
There gowans are gay;

Gathering the dew, what neid ye fpeir?
The first morning of May.

The dew, quoth I, what can that mean?

There gowans are gay;

Quoth fhe, To wash my mistress clean, The first morning of May.

I asked farder at hir fyne,

There gowans are gay,
Gif to my will fhe wad incline?
The first morning of May.

She faid, her errand was not there,
Where gowans are gay;
Her maidenhood on me to ware,
The first morning of May.

Then like an arrow frae a bow,

There gowans are gay;
She skift away out o'er the know,
The first morning of May.

And left me in the garth my lane,

There gowans are gay;
And in my heart a twang of pain,

The first morning of May.

The little birds they fang full fweet,
There gowans are gay;
Unto my comfort was right meet,

The first morning of May.

And thereabout I past my time,

There gowans are gay;
Until it was the hour of prime,
The first morning of May.

And then returned hame bedeen,
There gowans are gay;

Panfand what maiden that had been,

The first morning of May.

Kertonha'

or, The Fairy Court.

HE's prickt herfell and prin'd herfell,
By the ae light o' the moon,

And she's awa' to Kertonha',

As faft as the can gang.

"What gars ye pu' the rose, JENNY?
What gars ye break the tree?
What gars you gang to Kertonha',
Without the leave of me?"

"Yes, I will pu' the rose, THOMAS,
And I will break the tree;
For Kertonha' fhou'd be my ain,
Nor ask I leave of thee."

"Full pleasant is the fairy land,

And happy there to dwell;

I am a fairy lyth and limb;
Fair maiden, view me well.

O pleasant is the fairy land!
How happy there to dwell!
But ay at every seven years end,
We're a' dung down to hell.

The morn is good Hallow-e'en,
And our court a' will ride;
If ony maiden wins her man,
Then she may be his bride.

But firft ye'll let the black gae by, And then ye'll let the brown: Then I'll ride on a milk-white steed, You'll pu' me to the ground.

And first, I'll grow into your arms,
An esk, but and an edder;
Had me faft, let me not gang,
I'll be your bairn's father.

Next, I'll grow into your arms
A toad, but and an eel;
Had me fast, let me not gang,
If you do love me leel.

Laft, I'll grow into your arms
A dove, but and a swan;

Then, maiden fair, you'll let me go,
I'll be a perfect man.

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