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"You are high and I am low,"
Fine flowers the valley;
"Give me a kiss before you go,"

Wï the red, green, and the yellow.

She was louting down to kiss him sweet,
Fine flowers i the valley;

When wi' his knife he wounded her deep,
W the red, green, and the yellow.

She hadna ridden through half the town,
Fine flowers & the valley,

Until her heart's blood stained her gown,
Wi the red, green, and the yellow.

"Ride saftly on," said the best young man,

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Fine flowers the valley ;

"I think our bride looks pale and wan!"

Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.

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"O lead me over into yon stile,”

Fine flowers the valley,

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"That I may stop and breathe awhile,"

Wï the red, green, and the yellow.

"O lead me over into yon stair,”

Fine flowers the valley,

"For there I'll lie and bleed nae mair,"

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Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.

"O what will you leave to your father dear?” Fine flowers the valley;

The siller-shod steed that brought me here," Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.

"What will you leave to your mother dear?" Fine flowers the valley;

"My velvet pall, and my pearlin' gear,"

W the red, green, and the yellow.

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"What will you leave to your sister Ann?" 85

Fine flowers the valley;

"My silken gown that stands its lane,"

Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.

"What will you leave to your sister Grace?”

Fine flowers the valley;

"My bluidy shirt to wash and dress,"

Wi' the red, green, and the yellow.

"What will you leave to your brother John?”

Fine flowers i the valley;

"The gates o' hell to let him in,"

Wï the red, green, and the yellow.

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LADY ANNE.

From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, iii. 18.

"This ballad was communicated to me by Mr. Kirkpatrick Sharpe of Hoddom, who mentions having copied it from an old magazine. Although it has probably received some modern corrections, the general turn seems to be ancient, and corresponds with that of a fragment which I have often heard sung in my childhood."

The version to which Sir Walter Scott refers, and part of which he proceeds to quote, had been printed in Johnson's Museum. It is placed immediately after the present, with other copies of the ballad from Motherwell and Kinloch.

In Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland there are two more, which are repeated with slight variations in the XVII. Vol. of the Percy Society, p. 46, p. 50. Both will be found in the Appendix. The copy in Buchan's Gleanings, p. 90, seems to be taken from Scott. Smith's Scottish Minstrel, iv. 33, affords

still another variety.

In German, Die Kindesmörderin, Erk's Liederhort, No. 41, five copies; Erlach, iv. 148; Hoffmann, Schlesische V. L., No. 31, 32; Wunderhorn, ii. 202; Zuccalmaglio, No. 97; Meinert, No. 81; Simrock, p. 87. (But some of these are repetitions.) Wendish, Haupt and Schmaler, I. No. 292, and with considerable differences, I. No. 290, II. 197. This last reference is taken from Grundtvig, ii. 531.

FAIR Lady Anne sate in her bower,

Down by the greenwood side,

And the flowers did spring, and the birds did sing,

'Twas the pleasant May-day tide.

But fair Lady Anne on Sir William call'd,
With the tear grit in her ee,

"O though thou be fause, may Heaven thee guard,

In the wars ayont the sea!"

Out of the wood came three bonnie boys,

Upon the simmer's morn,

And they did sing and play at the ba',

As naked as they were born.

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“O seven lang years wad I sit here,

Amang the frost and snaw,

A' to hae but ane o' these bonnie boys,

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A playing at the ba’"

Then up and spake the eldest boy,

"Now listen, thou fair ladie, And ponder well the rede that I tell,

Then make ye a choice of the three.

""Tis I am Peter, and this is Paul, And that ane, sae fair to see,

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But a twelve-month sinsyne to paradise came, To join with our companie."

“O I will hae the snaw-white boy,

The bonniest of the three."

"And if I were thine, and in thy propine, O what wad ye do to me?

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""Tis I wad clead thee in silk and gowd,
And nourice thee on my knee."-
"O mither! mither! when I was thine,
Sic kindness I couldna see.

"Beneath the turf, where now I stand,

The fause nurse buried me;

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The cruel penknife sticks still in my heart,
And I come not back to thee."

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