He stuck his penknife in her hafs,
And the rose it fmells fo fweetly.

Ride up, ride up, cry'd the foremost man,
With a hey and a lilly gay;

I think our bride looks pale and wan,
And the rose it smells fo fweetly.

L

LIZIE WAN.

IZIE WAN fits at her father's bower door,

Weeping and making a mane,

And by there came her father dear,
What ails thee, LIZIE WAN?

I ail, and I ail, dear father, fhe faid,
And I'll tell you a reason for why,
There is a child between my twa fides,
Between my dear Billy and I.

Now LIZIE WAN fits at her fathers bower door,

Sighing and making a mane,

And by there came her brother dear,

What ails thee, LIZIE WAN?

I ail, I ail, dear brother, fhe faid,

And I'll tell you a reason why,

There is a child between my twa fides,
Between you, dear Billy, and I.

And haft thou told father and mother of that,
And haft thou told fae o' me?

And he has drawn his gude braid fword,

That hang down by his knee.

And he has cutted off LIZIE WAN's head,

And hir fair body in three,

And he's awa to his mother's bower,

And fair aghaft was he.

What ails thee, what ails thee, GEORDY WAN,

What ails thee fae fast to rin?

For I fee by thy ill colour,

Some fallow's deed thou haft done.

Some fallow's deed I have done mother,
And I pray you pardon me,

For I've cutted off my greyhound's head,
He wadnae rin for me.

Thy grayhound's bluid was never fae red,
O my fon GEORDY WAN,

For I fee by thy ill colour,

Some fallow's deed thou haft done.

Some fallow's deed I hae done mother,
And I pray you pardon me,

For I hae cutted off LIZIE WAN's head,

And hir fair body in three.

O what will thou do when thy father comes hame,

O my fon GEORDY WAN?

I'll fet my foot in a bottomless boat,

And swim to the sea ground.

And when will thou come hame again,

O my fon GEORDY WAN,

The fun and the moon shall dance on the green,

That night when I come hame.

F

MAY COLVIN.

ALSE Sir JOHN a wooing came,
To a maid of beauty fair;

MAY COLVIN was this lady's name,
Her father's only heir.

He woo'd her butt, he woo'd her ben,
He woo'd her in the ha',
Until he got this lady's confent,
To mount and ride awa'.

He went down to her father's bower, Where all the steeds did ftand,

And he's taken one of the best steeds That was in her father's hand.

He's got on, and she's got on,
And fast as they could flee,
Until they came to a lonesome part,
A rock by the fide of the fea.

Loup off the fteid, says false Sir JOHN,

Your bridal bed you see,

For I have drown'd seven young ladies,

The eight ane you shall be.

Caft off, caft off, my MAY COLVIN,

All, and your filken gown,
For its o'er good, and o'er coftly,
To rot in the salt sea foam.

Caft off, caft off, my MAY COLVIN,
All, and your embroidered shune,

For they are o'er good and o'er coftly,
To rot in the salt sea foam.

O turn you about, O false Sir JOHN,
And look to the leaf of the tree,
For it never became a gentleman,
A naked woman to fee.

He turn'd himself straight round about,
To look to the leaf of the tree,
So fwift as MAY COLVIN was

To throw him in the fea.

O help, O help, my MAY COLVIN,
O help or else I'll drown:

I'll take you hame to your father's bower,
And fet you down fafe and found.

No help, no help, you false Sir JOHN,
No help nor pity thee;

Though seven king's daughters you have drown'd,

But the eight shall not be me.

So she went on her father's fteed,

As swift as she could flee,

And she cam hame to her father's bower,
Before it was break of day.

Up then spak the pretty parrot,

MAY COLVIN where have you been? What has become of falfe Sir JOHN, That woo'd you fo late the ftreen?

He woo'd you butt, he woo'd you ben,
He woo'd you in the ha',

Until he got your own confent

For to mount and gang awa'.

O hold your tongue, my pretty parrot,
Lay not the blame upon me.

Your cup shall be of the flowered gold,
Your cage of the root of the tree.

Up then spake the king himself,
In the bed-chamber where he lay,
What ails the pretty parrot

That prattles fo long ere day?

There came a cat to my cage door,
It almost worried me,

And I was calling on MAY COLVIN
To take the cat from me.

A

The wee wee Man.

S I was walking all alone,
Between a water and a wa',

And there I spy'd a wee wee man,
And he was the least that ere I faw.

His legs were scarce a shathmont's length,
And thick and thimber was his thighs,
Between his brows there was a span,

And between his fhoulders there was three.

He took up a meikle stane,

And he flang't as far as I could fee, Though I had been a WALLACE wight, I coudna liften't to my knee.