{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch007.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch007.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch007.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends & Sagas\u00a0\n England\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n \n 7A: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7A.1\tOH did ye ever hear o brave Earl Bran?\n Refrain:\tAy lally, o lilly lally\n He courted the king\u2019s daughter of fair England.\n Refrain:\tAll i the night sae early\n 7A.2\tShe was scarcely fifteen years of age\n Till sae boldly she came to his bedside.\n 7A.3\t\u2018O Earl Bran, fain wad I see\n A pack of hounds let loose on the lea.\u2019\n 7A.4\t\u2018O lady, I have no steeds but one,\n And thou shalt ride, and I will run.\u2019\n 7A.5\t\u2018O Earl Bran, my father has two,\n And thou shall have the best o them a.\u2019\n 7A.6\tThey have ridden oer moss and moor,\n And they met neither rich nor poor.\n 7A.7\tUntil they met with old Carl Hood;\n He comes for ill, but never for good.\n 7A.8\t\u2018Earl Bran, if ye love me,\n Seize this old carl, and gar him die.\u2019\n 7A.9\t\u2018O lady fair, it wad be sair,\n To slay an old man that has grey hair.\n 7A.10\t\u2018O lady fair, I\u2019ll no do sae;\n I\u2019ll gie him a pound, and let him gae.\u2019\n 7A.11\t\u2018O where hae ye ridden this lee lang day?\n Or where hae ye stolen this lady away?\u2019\n 7A.12\t\u2018I have not ridden this lee lang day.\n Nor yet have I stolen this lady away.\n 7A.13\t\u2018She is my only, my sick sister,\n Whom I have brought from Winchester.\u2019\n 7A.14\t\u2018If she be sick, and like to dead,\n Why wears she the ribbon sae red?\n 7A.15\t\u2018If she be sick, and like to die,\n Then why wears she the gold on high?\u2019\n 7A.16\tWhen he came to his lady\u2019s gate,\n Sae rudely as he rapped at it.\n 7A.17\t\u2018O where\u2019s the lady o this ha?\u2019\n \u2018She\u2019s out with her maids to play at the ba.\n 7A.18\t\u2018Ha, ha, ha! ye are a\u2019 mistaen:\n Gae count your maidens oer again.\n 7A.19\t\u2018I saw her far beyond the moor,\n Away to be the Earl o Bran\u2019s whore.\u2019\n 7A.20\tThe father armed fifteen of his best men,\n To bring his daughter back again.\n 7A.21\tOer her left shoulder the lady looked then:\n \u2018O Earl Bran, we both are tane.\u2019\n 7A.22\t\u2018If they come on me ane by ane,\n Ye may stand by and see them slain.\n 7A.23\t\u2018But if they come on me one and all,\n Ye may stand by and see me fall.\u2019\n 7A.24\tThey have come on him ane by ane,\n And he has killed them all but ane.\n 7A.25\tAnd that ane came behind his back,\n And he\u2019s gien him a deadly whack.\n 7A.26\tBut for a\u2019 sae wounded as Earl Bran was,\n He has set his lady on her horse.\n 7A.27\tThey rode till they came to the water o Doune,\n And then he alighted to wash his wounds.\n 7A.28\t\u2018O Earl Bran, I see your heart\u2019s blood!\u2019\n \u2019Tis but the gleat o my scarlet hood.\u2019\n 7A.29\tThey rode till they came to his mother\u2019s gate,\n And sae rudely as he rapped at it.\n 7A.30\t\u2018O my son\u2019s slain, my son\u2019s put down,\n And a\u2019 for the sake of an English loun.\u2019\n 7A.31\t\u2018O say not sae, my dear mother,\n But marry her to my youngest brother.\n * * * * *\n 7A.32\t\u2018This has not been the death o ane,\n But it\u2019s been that of fair seventeen.\u2019\n * * * * *\n \n \n \n 7B: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7B.1\t\u2018RISE up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018And put on your armour so bright;\n Let it never be said that a daughter of thine\n Was married to a lord under night.\n 7B.2\t\u2018Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,\n And put on your armour so bright,\n And take better care of your youngest sister,\n For your eldest\u2019s awa the last night.\u2019\n 7B.3\tHe\u2019s mounted her on a milk-white steed,\n And himself on a dapple grey,\n With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,\n And lightly they rode away.\n 7B.4\tLord William lookit oer his left shoulder,\n To see what he could see,\n And there he spy\u2019d her seven brethren bold,\n Come riding over the lee.\n 7B.5\t\u2018Light down, light down, Lady Margret,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And hold my steed in your hand,\n Until that against your seven brethren bold,\n And your father, I mak a stand.\u2019\n 7B.6\tShe held his steed in her milk-white hand,\n And never shed one tear,\n Until that she saw her seven brethren fa,\n And her father hard fighting, who lovd her so dear.\n 7B.7\t\u2018O hold your hand, Lord William!\u2019 she said,\n \u2018For your strokes they are wondrous sair;\n True lovers I can get many a ane,\n But a father I can never get mair.\u2019\n 7B.8\tO she\u2019s taen out her handkerchief,\n It was o the holland sae fine,\n And aye she dighted her father\u2019s bloody wounds,\n That were redder than the wine.\n 7B.9\t\u2018O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margret,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018O whether will ye gang or bide?\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019ll gang, I\u2019ll gang, Lord William,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018For ye have left me no other guide.\u2019\n 7B.10\tHe\u2019s lifted her on a milk-white steed,\n And himself on a dapple grey,\n With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,\n And slowly they baith rade away.\n 7B.11\tO they rade on, and on they rade,\n And a\u2019 by the light of the moon,\n Until they came to yon wan water,\n And there they lighted down.\n 7B.12\tThey lighted down to tak a drink\n Of the spring that ran sae clear,\n And down the stream ran his gude heart\u2019s blood,\n And sair she gan to fear.\n 7B.13\t\u2018Hold up, hold up, Lord William,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018For I fear that you are slain;\u2019\n \u2018\u2019Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak,\n That shines in the water sae plain.\u2019\n 7B.14\tO they rade on, and on they rade,\n And a\u2019 by the light of the moon,\n Until they cam to his mother\u2019s ha door,\n And there they lighted down.\n 7B.15\t\u2018Get up, get up, lady mother,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Get up, and let me in!\n Get up, get up, lady mother,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018For this night my fair lady I\u2019ve win.\n 7B.16\t\u2018O mak my bed, lady mother,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018O mak it braid and deep,\n And lay Lady Margret close at my back,\n And the sounder I will sleep.\u2019\n 7B.17\tLord William was dead lang ere midnight,\n Lady Margret lang ere day,\n And all true lovers that go thegither,\n May they have mair luck than they!\n 7B.18\tLord William was buried in St. Mary\u2019s kirk,\n Lady Margret in Mary\u2019s quire;\n Out o the lady\u2019s grave grew a bonny red rose,\n And out o the knight\u2019s a briar.\n 7B.19\tAnd they twa met, and they twa plat,\n And fain they wad be near;\n And a\u2019 the warld might ken right weel\n They were twa lovers dear.\n 7B.20\tBut bye and rade the Black Douglas,\n And wow but he was rough!\n For he pulld up the bonny brier,\n And flang\u2019t in St. Mary\u2019s Loch.\n \n \n \n 7C: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7C.1\t\u2018RISE up, rise up, my seven brave sons,\n And dress in your armour so bright;\n Earl Douglas will hae Lady Margaret awa\n Before that it be light.\n 7C.2\t\u2018Arise, arise, my seven brave sons,\n And dress in your armour so bright;\n It shall never be said that a daughter of mine\n Shall go with an earl or a knight.\u2019\n 7C.3\t\u2018O will ye stand, fair Margaret,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And hold my milk-white steed,\n Till I fight your father and seven brethren,\n In yonder pleasant mead?\u2019\n 7C.4\tShe stood and held his milk-white steed,\n She stood trembling with fear,\n Until she saw her seven brethren fall,\n And her father that loved her dear.\n 7C.5\t\u2018Hold your hand, Earl Douglas,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Your strokes are wonderous sair;\n I may get sweethearts again enew,\n But a father I\u2019ll ne\u2019er get mair.\u2019\n 7C.6\tShe took out a handkerchief\n Was made o\u2019 the cambrick fine,\n And aye she wiped her father\u2019s bloody wounds,\n And the blood sprung up like wine.\n 7C.7\t\u2018Will ye go, fair Margaret?\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Will ye now go, or bide?\u2019\n \u2018Yes, I\u2019ll go, sweet William,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018For ye\u2019ve left me never a guide.\n 7C.8\t\u2018If I were to go to my mother\u2019s house,\n A welcome guest I would be;\n But for the bloody deed that\u2019s done this day\n I\u2019ll rather go with thee.\u2019\n 7C.9\tHe lifted her on a milk-white steed\n And himself on a dapple gray;\n They drew their hats out over their face,\n And they both went weeping away.\n 7C.10\tThey rode, they rode, and they better rode,\n Till they came to yon water wan;\n They lighted down to gie their horse a drink\n Out of the running stream.\n 7C.11\t\u2018I am afraid, Earl Douglas,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018I am afraid ye are slain;\u2019\n I think I see your bonny heart\u2019s blood\n Running down the water wan.\u2019\n 7C.12\t\u2018Oh no, oh no, fair Margaret,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Oh no, I am not slain;\n It is but the scad of my scarlet cloak\n Runs down the water wan.\u2019\n 7C.13\tHe mounted her on a milk-white steed\n And himself on a dapple gray,\n And they have reached Earl Douglas\u2019 gates\n Before the break of day.\n 7C.14\t\u2018O rise, dear mother, and make my bed,\n And make it braid and wide,\n And lay me down to take my rest,\n And at my back my bride.\u2019\n 7C.15\tShe has risen and made his bed,\n She made it braid and wide;\n She laid him down to take his rest,\n And at his back his bride.\n 7C.16\tLord William died ere it was day,\n Lady Margaret on the morrow;\n Lord William died through loss of blood and wounds,\n Fair Margaret died with sorrow.\n 7C.17\tThe one was buried in Mary\u2019s kirk,\n The other in Mary\u2019s quire;\n The one sprung up a bonnie bush,\n And the other a bonny brier.\n 7C.18\tThese twa grew, and these twa threw,\n Till they came to the top,\n And when they could na farther gae,\n They coost the lovers\u2019 knot.\n \n \n \n 7D: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7D.1\t\u2018SLEEPST thou or wakst thou, Lord Montgomerie,\n Sleepst thou or wakst thou, I say?\n Rise up, make a match for your eldest daughter,\n For the youngest I carry away.\u2019\n 7D.2\t\u2018Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,\n Dress yourselves in the armour sae fine;\n For it ne\u2019er shall be said that a churlish knight\n Eer married a daughter of mine.\u2019\n * * * * *\n 7D.3\t\u2018Loup aff, loup aff, Lady Margaret,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And hold my steed in your hand,\n And I will go fight your seven brethren,\n And your father, where they stand.\u2019\n 7D.4\tSometimes she gaed, sometimes she stood,\n But never dropt a tear,\n Until she saw her brethren all slain,\n And her father who lovd her so dear.\n 7D.5\t\u2018Hold thy hand, sweet William,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Thy blows are wondrous sore;\n Sweethearts I may have many a one,\n But a father I\u2019ll never have more.\u2019\n 7D.6\tO she\u2019s taken her napkin frae her pocket,\n Was made o the holland fine,\n And ay as she dichted her father\u2019s bloody wounds,\n They sprang as red as the wine.\n 7D.7\t\u2018Two chooses, two chooses, Lady Margret,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Two chooses I\u2019ll make thee;\n Whether to go back to your mother again,\n Or go along with me.\u2019\n 7D.8\t\u2018For to go home to my mother again,\n An unwelcome guest I\u2019d be;\n But since my fate has ordered it so,\n I\u2019ll go along with thee.\u2019\n 7D.9\tHe has mounted her on a milk-white steed,\n Himself on the dapple gray,\n And blawn his horn baith loud and shill,\n And it sounded far on their way.\n 7D.10\tThey rode oer hill, they rode oer dale,\n They rode oer mountains so high,\n Until they came to that beautiful place\n Where Sir William\u2019s mother did lie.\n 7D.11\t\u2018Rise up, rise up, lady mother,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Rise up, and make much o your own;\n Rise up, rise up, lady mother,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018For his bride\u2019s just new come home.\u2019\n 7D.12\tSir Willian he died in the middle o the night,\n Lady Margaret died on the morrow;\n Sir William he died of pure pure love,\n Lady Margaret of grief and sorrow.\n \n \n \n 7E: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7E.1\tHE has lookit over his left shoulder,\n And through his bonnie bridle rein,\n And he spy\u2019d her father and her seven bold brethren,\n Come riding down the glen.\n 7E.2\t\u2018O hold my horse, Lady Margret,\u2019 he said,\n O hold my horse by the bonnie bridle rein,\n Till I fight your father and seven bold brethren,\n As they come riding down the glen.\u2019\n 7E.3\tSome time she rade, and some time she gaed,\n Till she that place did near,\n And there she spy\u2019d her seven bold brethren slain,\n And her father who loved her so dear.\n 7E.4\t\u2018O hold you hand, sweet William,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Your bull baits are wondrous sair;\n Sweet-hearts I may get many a one,\n But a father I will never get mair.\u2019\n 7E.5\tShe has taken a napkin from off her neck,\n That was of the cambrick so fine,\n And aye as she wiped her father\u2019s bloody wounds,\n The blood ran red as the wine.\n * * * * *\n 7E.6\tHe set her upon the milk-white steed,\n Himself upon the brown;\n He took a horn out of his pocket,\n And they both went weeping along.\n \n \n \n 7F: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7F.1\t. . .\n . . .\n Sayes \u2018Christ thee saue, good Child of Ell!\n Christ saue thee and thy steede!\n 7F.2\t\u2018My father sayes he will [eat] noe meate,\n Nor his drinke shall doe him noe good,\n Till he haue slaine the Child of Ell,\n And haue seene his harts blood.\u2019\n 7F.3\t\u2018I wold I were in my sadle sett,\n And a mile out of the towne;\n I did not care for your father\n And all his merry men!\n 7F.4\t\u2018I wold I were in my sadle sett,\n And a little space him froe;\n I did not care for your father\n And all that long him to!\u2019\n 7F.5\tHe leaned ore his saddle bow\n To kisse this lady good;\n The tears that went them two betweene\n Were blend water and blood.\n 7F.6\tHe sett himselfe on one good steed,\n This lady on a palfray,\n And sett his litle horne to his mouth,\n And roundlie he rode away.\n 7F.7\tHe had not ridden past a mile,\n A mile out of the towne,\n . . .\n . . .\n 7F.8\tHer father was readye with her seuen brether,\n He said, \u2018Sett thou my daughter downe!\n For it ill beseemes thee, thou false churles sonne,\n To carry her forth of this towne!\u2019\n 7F.9\tBut lowd thou lyest, Sir Iohn the knight,\n Thou now doest lye of me;\n A knight me gott, and a lady me bore;\n Soe neuer did none by thee.\n 7F.10\t\u2018But light now downe, my lady gay,\n Light downe and hold my horsse,\n Whilest I and your father and your brether\n Doe play vs at this crosse.\n 7F.11\t\u2018But light now downe, my owne trew loue,\n And meeklye hold my steede,\n Whilest your father [and your seuen brether] bold\n * * * * *\n \n \n \n 7[G]: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7[G.1]\t* * * *\n \u2018Gude Earl Brand, I long to see\n Refrain:\tFaldee faldee fal deediddle a dee\n 7[G.1]\tAll your grey hounds running over the lea.\u2019\n Refrain:\tAnd the brave knights in the valley\n 7[G.2]\t\u2018Gude lady fair, I have not a steed but one,\n But you shall ride and I shall run.\u2019\n 7[G.3]\tThey\u2019re ower moss and they\u2019re ower mure,\n And they saw neither rich nor pure.\n 7[G.4]\tUntil that they came to auld Karl Hude;\n He\u2019s aye for ill and never for gude.\n 7[G.5]\t\u2018Gude Earl Brand, if ye love me,\n Kill auld Karl Hude, and gar him die.\u2019\n 7[G.6]\t\u2018O fair ladie, we\u2019ll do better than sae:\n Gie him a penny and let him gae.\u2019\n 7[G.7]\t\u2018Gude Earl Brand, whare hae ye been,\n Or whare hae ye stown this lady sheen?\u2019\n 7[G.8]\t\u2018She\u2019s not my lady, but my sick sister,\n And she\u2019s been at the wells of Meen.\u2019\n 7[G.9]\t\u2018If she was sick, and very sair,\n She wadna wear the red gold on her hair.\n 7[G.10[\t\u2018Or if she were sick, and like to be dead,\n She wadna wear the ribbons red.\u2019\n 7[G.11]\tHe cam till he cam to her father\u2019s gate,\n And he has rappit furious thereat.\n 7[G.12]\t\u2018Where is the lady o this hall?\u2019\n \u2018She\u2019s out wi her maidens, playing at the ball.\u2019\n 7[G.13]\t\u2018If you\u2019ll get me fyfteen wale wight men,\n Sae fast as I\u2019ll fetch her back again.\u2019\n 7[G.14]\tShe\u2019s lookit ower her left collar-bane:\n \u2018O gude Earl Brand, we baith are taen.\u2019\n 7[G.15]\t\u2018Light down, light down, and hold my steed;\n Change never your cheer till ye see me dead.\n 7[G.16]\t\u2018If they come on me man by man,\n I\u2019ll be very laith for to be taen.\n 7[G.17]\t\u2018But if they come on me one and all,\n The sooner you will see me fall.\u2019\n 7[G.18]\tO he has killd them all but one,\n And wha was that but auld Karl Hude.\n 7[G.19]\tAnd he has come on him behind,\n And put in him the deadly wound.\n 7[G.20]\tO he has set his lady on,\n And he\u2019s come whistling all along.\n 7[G.21]\thGude Earl Brand, I see blood:\u2019\n \u2018It\u2019s but the shade o my scarlet robe.\u2019\n 7[G.22]\tThey cam till they cam to the water aflood;\n He\u2019s lighted down and he\u2019s wushen aff the blood.\n 7[G.23]\tHis mother walks the floor alone:\n \u2018O yonder does come my poor son.\n 7[G.24]\t\u2018He is both murderd and undone,\n And all for the sake o an English loon.\u2019\n 7[G.25]\t\u2018Say not sae, my dearest mother,\n Marry her on my eldest brother.\u2019\n 7[G.26]\tShe set her fit up to the wa,\n 7[G.26r]\tFaldee faldee fal deediddle adee\n 7[G.26]\tShe\u2019s fallen down dead amang them a\u2019.\n 7[G.26r]\tAnd the brave knights o the valley\n \n \n \n 7[H]: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7[H.1]\tDid you ever hear of good Earl Brand,\n Refrain:\tAye lally an lilly lally\n 7[H.1]\tAnd the king\u2019s daughter of fair Scotland?\n Refrain:\tAnd the braw knights o Airly\n 7[H.2]\tShe was scarce fifteen years of age\n When she came to Earl Brand\u2019s bed.\n Refrain:\tWi the braw knights o Airly\n 7[H.3]\t\u2018O Earl Brand, I fain wad see\n Our grey hounds run over the lea.\u2019\n Refrain:\tMang the braw bents o Airly\n 7[H.4]\t\u2018O,\u2019 says Earl Brand, \u2018I\u2019ve nae steads but one,\n And you shall ride and I shall run.\u2019\n Refrain:\tOer the braw heights o Airly\n 7[H.5]\t\u2018O,\u2019 says the lady, \u2018I hae three,\n And ye shall hae yeer choice for me.\u2019\n Refrain:\tOf the braw steeds o Airly\n 7[H.6]\tSo they lap on, and on they rade,\n Till they came to auld Carle Hood.\n Refrain:\tOer the braw hills o Airly\n 7[H.7]\tCarl Hood\u2019s aye for ill, and he\u2019s no for good,\n He\u2019s aye for ill, and he\u2019s no for good.\n Refrain:\tMang the braw hills o Airly\n 7[H.8]\t\u2018Where hae ye been hunting a\u2019 day,\n And where have ye stolen this fair may?\u2019\n Refrain:\tI\u2019 the braw nights sae airly\n 7[H.9]\t\u2018She is my sick sister dear,\n New comd home from another sister.\u2019\n Refrain:\tI the braw nights sae early\n 7[H.10]\t\u2018O,\u2019 says the lady, \u2019if ye love me,\n Gie him a penny fee and let him gae.\u2019\n 7[H.10r]\tI the braw nights sae early\n 7[H.11]\tHe\u2019s gane home to her father\u2019s bower,\n . . . . . .\n . . . . .\n 7[H.12]\t\u2018Where is the lady o this ha?\u2019\n \u2018She\u2019s out wi the young maids, playing at the ba.\u2019\n 7[H.12r]\tI the braw nights so early\n 7[H.13]\t\u2018No,\u2019 says another, \u2019She\u2019s riding oer the moor,\n And a\u2019 to be Earl Brand\u2019s whore.\u2019\n 7[H.13r]\tI the braw nights so early\n 7[H.14]\tThe king mounted fifteen weel armed men,\n A\u2019 to get Earl Brand taen.\n 7[H.14r]\tI the braw hills so early\n 7[H.15]\tThe lady looked over her white horse mane:\n \u2018O Earl Brand, we will be taen.\u2019\n 7[H.15r]\tIn the braw hills so early\n 7[H.16]\tHe says, If they come one by one,\n Ye\u2019ll no see me so soon taen.\n 7[H.16r]\tIn the braw hills so early\n 7[H.17]\tSo they came every one but one,\n And he has killd them a\u2019 but ane.\n 7[H.17r]\tIn the braw hills so early\n 7[H.18]\tAnd that one came behind his back,\n And gave Earl Brand a deadly stroke.\n 7[H.18r]\tIn the braw nights of Airly\n 7[H.19]\tFor as sair wounded as he was,\n He lifted the lady on her horse.\n 7[H.19r]\tIn the braw nights so early\n 7[H.20]\t\u2018O Earl Brand, I see thy heart\u2019s bluid!\u2019\n \u2018It\u2019s but the shadow of my scarlet robe.\u2019\n 7[H.20r]\tI the braw nights so early\n 7[H.21]\tHe came to his mother\u2019s home;\n . . . . . .\n . . . . .\n 7[H.22]\tShe looked out and cryd her son was gone,\n And a\u2019 for the sake [of] an English loon.\n . . . . .\n 7[H.23]\t\u2018What will I do wi your lady fair?\u2019\n \u2018Marry her to my eldest brother.\u2019\n 7[H.23r]\tThe brawest knight i Airly\n \n \n \n 7[I]: Earl Brand\n \n \n 7[I.1]\t\u2018Rise up, rise up, Lord Douglas,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018And draw to your arms so bright;\n Let it never be said a daughter of yours\n Shall go with a lord or a knight.\n 7[I.2]\t\u2018Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,\n And draw to your armour so bright;\n Let it never be said a sister of yours\n Shall go with a lord or a night.\u2019\n 7[I.3]\tHe looked over his left shoulder,\n To see what he could see,\n And there he spy\u2019d her seven brethren bold,\n And her father that lov\u2019d her tenderly.\n 7[I.4]\t\u2018Light down, light down, Lady Margret,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018And hold my steed in thy hand.\n That I may go fitht with your seven brethren bold,\n And your father who\u2019s just at hand.\u2019\n 7[I.5]\tO there she stood, and bitter she stood,\n And never did shed a tear,\n Till once she saw her seven brethren slain,\n And her father she lovd so dear.\n 7[I.6]\t\u2018Hold, hold your hand, William,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018For thy strokes are wondrous sore;\n For sweethearts I may get many a one,\n But a father I neer will get more.\u2019\n 7[I.7]\tShe took out a handkerchief of holland so fine\n And wip\u2019d her father\u2019s bloody wound,\n Which ran more clear than the red wine,\n And forked on the cold ground.\n 7[I.8]\t\u2018O chuse you, chuse you, Margret,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Whether you will go or bide!\u2019\n \u2018I must go with you, Lord William,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Since you\u2019ve left me no other guide.\u2019\n 7[I.9]\tHe lifted her on a milk-white steed,\n And himself on a dapple grey,\n With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,\n And they slowly both rode away.\n 7[I.10]\tAway they rode, and better they rode,\n Till they came to yonder sand,\n Till once they came to yon river side,\n And ther they lighted down.\n 7[I.11]\tThey lighted down to take a drink\n Of the spring that ran so clear,\n And there she spy\u2019d his bonny heart\u2019s blood,\n A running down the stream.\n 7[I.12]\t\u2018Hold up, hold up, Lord William,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018For I fear that you are slain;\u2019\n \u2018\u2019Tis nought but the shade of my scarlet clothes,\n That is sparkling down the stream.\u2019\n 7[I.13]\tHe lifted her on a milk-white steed,\n And himself on a dapple grey,\n With a blue gilded horn hanging by his side,\n And slowly they rode away.\n 7[I.14]\tAy they rode, and better they rode,\n Till they came to his mother\u2019s bower;\n Till once they came to his mother\u2019s bower,\n And down they lighted there.\n 7[I.15]\t\u2018O mother, mother, make my bed,\n And make it saft and fine,\n And lay my lady close at my back,\n That I may sleep most sound.\u2019\n 7[I.16]\tLord William he died eer middle o the night,\n Lady Margret long before the morrow;\n Lord William he died for pure true love,\n And Lady Margret died for sorrow.\n 7[I.17]\tLord William was bury\u2019d in Lady Mary\u2019s kirk,\n The other in Saint Mary\u2019s quire;\n Out of William\u2019s grave sprang a red rose,\n And out of Margret\u2019s a briar.\n 7[I.18]\tAnd ay they grew, and ay they threw,\n As they wad fain been near;\n And by this you may ken right well\n They were twa lovers dear.\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: 8. 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