EDWARD, EDWARD. "THIS curious Song was transmitted to the Editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart., late Lord Hailes.” PERCY, Reliques, i. 61. 66 QUHY dois zour brand sae drop w' bluid, Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid, "O I hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither: OI hae killed my hauke sae guid, And I had nae mair bot hee O." "Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, 5 Edward, Edward: 10 Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, "OI hae killed my reid-roan steid, Mither, mither: ● I hae killed my reid-roan steid, That erst was sae fair and free O." "Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, Edward, Edward: Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, Sum other dule ze drie O." Mither, mither: "O I hae killed my fadir deir, ◇ I hae killed my fadir deir, Alas! and wae is mee O!” 15 20 "And quhatten penance wul ze drie, for that, 25 Edward, Edward? And quhatten penance will ze drie for that? My deir son, now tell me O." “Ile set my feit in zonder boat, Mither, mither: Ile set my feit in zonder boat, And Ile fare ovir the sea O.” “And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha', Edward, Edward? And quhat wulze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha', That were sae fair to see O?" "Ile let thame stand til they doun fa', Mither, mither : 36 Ile let thame stand til they doun fa', For here nevir mair maun I bee O." 40 And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea O?" "The warldis room, late them beg throw life, Mither, mither: The warldis room, late them beg throw life, For thame nevir mair wul I see O.” "And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, Edward, Edward? 60 And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir? My deir son, now tell me O." "The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir, Mither, mither: The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir, Sic counseils ze gave to me O.” 55 SON DAVIE, SON DAVIE. From the recitation of an old woman. Motherwell's Minstrelsy, 339. “WHAT bluid's that on thy coat lap? Son Davie! son Davie ! What bluid's that on thy coat lap? “It is the bluid of my great hawk, Mother lady! mother lady! It is the bluid of my great hawk, "Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red, Son Davie! son Davie ! Hawk's bluid was ne'er sae red, And the truth come tell to me O." 5 10 "It is the bluid o' my grey hound, Mother lady! mother lady! And it wudna rin for me O." "Hound's bluid was ne'er sae red, Son Davie ! son Davie ! Hound's bluid was ne'er sae red, 15 And the truth come tell to me 0." 20 "It is the bluid o' my brother John, And the truth I hae tald to thee O." "What about did the plea begin? Son Davie ! son Davie !” 25 "It began about the cutting o' a willow wand, That would never hae been a tree O." "What death dost thou desire to die? Son Davie ! son Davie! 30 "I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship, Mother lady! mother lady! I'll set my foot in a bottomless ship, And ye'll never see mair o' me O." 35 |