"Spier for the lord o' that castell,
Gie'm dollars thirty-three;
Tell him to ransom Chil Ether,
That loves you tenderlie."

She's done her up to that castell,
Paid down her gude monie;
And sae she's ransom'd Chil Ether,
And brought him hame her wi'.

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YOUNG BEARWELL.

"A FRAGMENT, and now printed in the hope that the remainder of it may hereafter be recovered. From circumstances, one would almost be inclined to trace it to a Danish source; or it may be an episode of some forgotten Metrical Romance: but this cannot satisfactorily be ascertained, from its catastrophe being unfortunately wanting." Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p.

345.

The same is in Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 75.

WHEN two lovers love each other weel,

Great sin it were them to twinn;
And this I speak from young Bearwell;

He loved a lady ying,

The Mayor's daughter of Birktoun-brae,
That lovely leesome thing.

One day when she was looking out,
When washing her milk-white hands,
Then she beheld him young Bearwell,
As he came in the sands.

9, That.

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Says, "Wae 's me for you, young Bearwell,
Such tales of you are tauld;

They'll cause you sail the salt sea so far

As beyond Yorkisfauld."

“O shall I bide in good green wood, Or stay in bower with thee?”

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"The leaves are thick in good green wood,

Would hold you from the rain ; And if you stay in bower with me, You will be taken and slain.

"But I caused build a ship for you,

Upon Saint Innocent's day;

I'll bid Saint Innocent be your guide,
And Our Lady, that meikle may.

You are a lady's first true love;
God carry you weel away!”

Then he sailed east and he sailed west,

By many a comely strand;

At length a puff of northern wind

Did blow him to the land.

When he did see the king and court,
Were playing at the ba';
Gave him a harp into his hand,

Says," Stay, Bearwell, and play."

He had not been in the king's court
A twelvemonth and a day,

Till there came lairds and lords enew,
To court that lady gay.

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They wooed her with broach and ring,
They nothing could keep back;
The very charters of their lands
Into her hands they pat.

She's done her down to Heyvalin,

With the light of the mune:

Says, "Will ye do this deed for me,
And will ye do it sune?

"Will ye go seek him young Bearwell,

On seas wherever he be ?

And if I live and bruik my life,
Rewarded ye shall be."

"Alas, I am too young a skipper,

So far to sail the faem;

But if I live and bruik my life,

I'll strive to bring him hame."

So he has sail'd east and then sail'd west,

By many a comely strand ;

Till there came a blast of northern wind,
And blew him to the land.

And there the king and all his court

Were playing at the ba’;

Gave him a harp into his hand,

Says," Stay, Heyvalin, and play."

He has tane up the harp in hand,

And unto play went he;

And young Bearwell was the first man

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In all that companie.

LORD THOMAS OF WINESBERRY AND THE

KING'S DAUGHTER.

FROM Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 212. Another version is given in Buchan's Gleanings, p. 127, and a third by Kinloch, p. 93. Kinloch considers that the ballad may relate to the secret expedition of James V. to France, in 1536, in search of a wife. In the last verse of his copy of the ballad, Lord Thomas turns out to be no less a man than the King of Scotland.

SEVEN years the king he staid
Into the land of Spain,

And seven years true Thomas was
His daughter's chamberlain.

But it fell ance upon a day

The king he did come home;

She beked and she benjed ben,
And did him there welcome.

“What aileth you, my daughter, Janet,
You look sae pale and wan ?

There is a dreder in your heart,
Or else ye love a man."

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