{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch034.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch034.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch034.htm","text":"34A.1 HER mother died when she was young,\nWhich gave her cause to make great moan;\nHer father married the warst woman\nThat ever lived in Christendom.\n34A.2 She served her with foot and hand,\nIn every thing that she could dee,\nTill once, in an unlucky time,\nShe threw her in ower Craigy\u2019s sea.\n34A.3 Says, \u2018Lie you there, dove Isabel,\nAnd all my sorrows lie with thee;\nTill Kemp Owyne come ower the sea,\nAnd borrow you with kisses three,\nLet all the warld do what they will,\nOh borrowed shall you never be!\u2019\n34A.4 Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang,\nAnd twisted thrice about the tree,\nAnd all the people, far and near,\nThought that a savage beast was she.\n34A.5 These news did come to Kemp Owyne,\nWhere he lived, far beyond the sea;\nHe hasted him to Craigy\u2019s sea,\nAnd on the savage beast lookd he.\n34A.6 Her breath was strang, her hair was lang,\nAnd twisted was about the tree,\nAnd with a swing she came about:\n\u2018Come to Craigy\u2019s sea, and kiss with me.\n34A.7 \u2018Here is a royal belt,\u2019 she cried,\n\u2018That I have found in the green sea;\nAnd while your body it is on,\nDrawn shall your blood never be;\nBut if you touch me, tail or fin,\nI vow my belt your death shall be.\u2019\n34A.8 He stepped in, gave her a kiss,\nThe royal belt he brought him wi;\nHer breath was strang, her hair was lang,\nAnd twisted twice about the tree,\nAnd with a swing she came about:\n\u2018Come to Craigy\u2019s sea, and kiss with me.\n34A.9 \u2018Here is a royal ring,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018That I have found in the green sea;\nAnd while your finger it is on,\nDrawn shall your blood never be;\nBut if you touch me, tail or fin,\nI swear my ring your death shall be.\u2019\n34A.10 He stepped in, gave her a kiss,\nThe royal ring he brought him wi;\nHer breath was strang, her hair was lang,\nAnd twisted ance about the tree,\nAnd with a swing she came about:\n\u2018Come to Craigy\u2019s sea, and kiss with me.\n34A.11 \u2018Here is a royal brand,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018That I have found in the green sea;\nAnd while your body it is on,\nDrawn shall your blood never be;\nBut if you touch me, tail or fin,\nI swear my brand your death shall be.\u2019\n34A.12 He stepped in, gave her a kiss,\nThe royal brand he brought him wi;\nHer breath was sweet, her hair grew short,\nAnd twisted nane about the tree,\nAnd smilingly she came about,\nAs fair a woman as fair could be.\n34B: Kemp Owyne\n34B.1 COME here, come here, you freely feed,\nAn lay your head low on my knee;\nThe hardest weird I will you read\nThat eer war read to a lady.\n34B.2 \u2018O meikle dollour sall you dree,\nAn ay the sat seas oer ye[\u2019s] swim;\nAn far mair dollour sall ye dree\nOn Eastmuir craigs, or ye them clim.\n34B.3 \u2018I wot ye\u2019s be a weary wight,\nAn releived sall ye never be\nTill Kempion, the kingis son,\nCome to the craig and thrice kiss thee.\u2019\n34B.4 O meickle dollour did she dree,\nAn ay the sat seas oer she swam;\nAn far mair dollour did she dree\nOn Eastmuir craigs, or them she clam;\nAn ay she cried for Kempion,\nGin he would come till her han.\n34B.5 Now word has gane to Kempion\nThat sich a beast was in his lan,\nAn ay be sure she would gae mad\nGin she gat nae help frae his han.\n34B.6 \u2018Now by my sooth,\u2019 says Kempion,\n\u2018This fiery beast I[\u2019ll] gang to see;\u2019\n\u2018An by my sooth,\u2019 says Segramour,\n\u2018My ae brother, I\u2019ll gang you wi.\u2019\n34B.7 O biggit ha they a bonny boat,\nAn they hae set her to the sea,\nAn Kempion an Segramour\nThe fiery beast he gane to see:\nA mile afore they reachd the shore,\nI wot she gard the red fire flee.\n34B.8 \u2018O Segramour, keep my boat afloat,\nAn lat her no the lan so near;\nFor the wicked beast she\u2019ll sure gae mad,\nAn set fire to the land an mair.\u2019\n34B.9 \u2018O out o my stye I winna rise-+-\nAn it is na for the fear o thee-+-\nTill Kempion, the kingis son,\nCome to the craig an thrice kiss me.\u2019\n34B.10 He\u2019s louted him oer the Eastmuir craig,\nAn he has gien her kisses ane;\nAwa she gid, an again she came,\nThe fieryest beast that ever was seen.\n34B.11 \u2018O out o my stye I winna rise-+-\nAn it is na for fear o thee-+-\nTill Kempion, the kingis son,\nCome to the craig an thrice kiss me.\u2019\n34B.12 He louted him oer the Eastmuir craig,\nAn he has gien her kisses twa;\nAwa she gid, an again she came,\nThe fieryest beast that ever you saw.\n34B.13 \u2018O out o my stye I winna rise-+-\nAn it is na for fear o ye-+-\nTill Kempion, the kingis son,\nCome to the craig an thrice kiss me.\u2019\n34B.14 He\u2019s louted him oer the Eastmuir craig,\nAn he has gien her kisses three;\nAwa she gid, an again she came,\nThe fairest lady that ever coud be.\n34B.15 \u2018An by my sooth,\u2019 say[s] Kempion,\n\u2018My ain true love-+-for this is she-+-\nO was it wolf into the wood,\nOr was it fish intill the sea,\nOr was it man, or wile woman,\nMy true love, that misshapit thee?\u2019\n34B.16 \u2018It was na wolf into the wood,\nNor was it fish into the sea,\nBut it was my stepmother,\nAn wae an weary mot she be.\n34B.17 \u2018O a heavier weird light her upon\nThan ever fell on wile woman;\nHer hair\u2019s grow rough, an her teeth\u2019s grow lang,\nAn on her four feet sal she gang.\n34B.18 \u2018Nane sall tack pitty her upon,\nBut in Wormie\u2019s Wood she sall ay won,\nAn relieved sall she never be,\nTill St Mungo come oer the sea.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 34. Kemp Owyne","type":"page"}