{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch066.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch066.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch066.htm","text":"66A.1 LORD INGRAM and Chiel Wyet\nWas baith born in one bower;\nLaid baith their hearts on one lady,\nThe less was their honour.\n66A.2 Chiel Wyet and Lord Ingram\nWas baith born in one hall;\nLaid baith their hearts on one lady,\nThe worse did them befall.\n66A.3 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery\nFrom father and from mother;\nLord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery\nFrom sister and from brother.\n66A.4 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery\nWith leave of a\u2019 her kin;\nAnd every one gave full consent,\nBut she said no to him.\n66A.5 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Maisery\nInto her father\u2019s ha;\nChiel Wyet wood her Lady Maisery\nAmang the sheets so sma.\n66A.6 Now it fell out upon a day,\nShe was dressing her head,\nThat ben did come her father dear,\nWearing the gold so red.\n66A.7 He said, Get up now, Lady Maisery,\nPut on your wedding gown;\nFor Lord Ingram he will be here,\nYour wedding must be done.\n66A.8 \u2018I\u2019d rather be Chiel Wyet\u2019s wife,\nThe white fish for to sell,\nBefore I were Lord Ingram\u2019s wife,\nTo wear the silk so well.\n66A.9 \u2018I\u2019d rather be Chiel Wyet\u2019s wife,\nWith him to beg my bread,\nBefore I were Lord Ingram\u2019s wife,\nTo wear the gold so red.\n66A.10 \u2018Where will I get a bonny boy,\nWill win gold to his fee,\nAnd will run unto Chiel Wyet\u2019s,\nWith this letter from me?\u2019\n66A.11 \u2018O here I am, the boy,\u2019 says one,\n\u2018Will win gold to my fee,\nAnd carry away any letter\nTo Chiel Wyet from thee.\u2019\n66A.12 And when he found the bridges broke,\nHe bent his bow and swam;\nAnd when he found the grass growing,\nHe hastened and he ran.\n66A.13 And when he came to Chiel Wyet\u2019s castle,\nHe did not knock nor call,\nBut set his bent bow to his breast,\nAnd lightly leaped the wall;\nAnd ere the porter opend the gate,\nThe boy was in the hall.\n66A.14 The first line he looked on,\nA grieved man was he;\nThe next line he looked on,\nA tear blinded his ee:\nSays, I wonder what ails my one brother\nHe\u2019ll not let my love be!\n66A.15 \u2018But I\u2019ll send to my brother\u2019s bridal-+-\nThe bacon shall be mine-+-\nFull four and twenty buck and roe,\nAnd ten tun of the wine;\nAnd bid my love be blythe and glad,\nAnd I will follow syne.\u2019\n66A.16 There was not a groom about that castle\nBut got a gown of green,\nAnd all was blythe, and all was glad,\nBut Lady Maisery she was neen.\n66A.17 There was no cook about that kitchen\nBut got a gown of gray,\nAnd all was blythe, and all was glad,\nBut Lady Maisery was wae.\n66A.18 Between Mary Kirk and that castle\nWas all spread ower with garl,\nTo keep Lady Maisery and her maidens\nFrom tramping on the marl.\n66A.19 From Mary Kirk and that castle\nWas spread a cloth of gold,\nTo keep Lady Maisery and her maidens\nFrom treading on the mold.\n66A.20 When mass was sung, and bells was rung,\nAnd all men bound for bed,\nThen Lord Ingram and Lady Maisery\nIn one bed they were laid.\n66A.21 When they were laid into their bed-+-\nIt was baith soft and warm-+-\nHe laid his hand over her side,\nSays, I think you are with bairn.\n66A.22 \u2018I told you once, so did I twice,\nWhen ye came me to woo,\nThat Chiel Wyet, your one brother,\nOne night lay in my bower.\n66A.23 \u2018I told you twice, I told you thrice,\nEre ye came me to wed,\nThat Chiel Wyet, your one brother,\nOne night lay in my bed.\u2019\n66A.24 \u2018O will you father your bairn on me,\nAnd on no other man?\nAnd I\u2019ll give him to his dowry\nFull fifty ploughs of land.\u2019\n66A.25 \u2018I will not father my bairn on you,\nNor on no wrongeous man,\nThough ye would give him to his dowry\nFive thousand ploughs of land.\u2019\n66A.26 Then up did start him Chiel Wyet,\nShed by his yellow hair,\nAnd gave Lord Ingram to the heart\nA deep wound and a sair.\n66A.27 Then up did start him Lord Ingram,\nShed by his yellow hair,\nAnd gave Chiel Wyet to the heart\nA deep wound and a sair.\n66A.28 There was no pity for that two lords,\nWhere they were lying slain;\nBut all was for her Lady Maisery,\nIn that bower she gaed brain.\n66A.29 There was no pity for that two lords,\nWhen they were lying dead;\nBut all was for her Lady Maisery,\nIn that bower she went mad.\n66A.30 Said, Get to me a cloak of cloth,\nA staff of good hard tree;\nIf I have been an evil woman,\nI shall beg till I dee.\n66A.31 \u2018For a bit I\u2019ll beg for Chiel Wyet,\nFor Lord Ingram I\u2019ll beg three;\nAll for the good and honorable marriage\nAt Mary Kirk he gave me.\u2019\n66B: Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet\n66B.1 LORD INGRAM and Gil Viett\nWere baith born in ae ha;\nThey laid their love on ae lady,\nAn fate they coud na fa.\n66B.2 Lord Ingram and Gil Viett\nWere baith laid in ae wame;\nThey laid their love on ae lady,\nThe greater was their shame.\n66B.3 Lord Ingram wood her Lady Masery\nFrae father and frae mither;\nGill Viett wood her Lady Masery\nFrae sister and frae brither.\n66B.4 Lord Ingram courted her Lady Masery\nAmong the company a\u2019;\nGill Viett he wood her Lady Masery\nAmong the sheets so sma.\n66B.5 \u2018Get up, my daughter dear,\nPut on your bridal gown;\nThis day\u2019s your bridal day\nWi Lord Ingram.\u2019\n66B.6 \u2018How can I get up,\nAn put on my bridal gown,\nOr how marry the ae brither,\nAn the tither\u2019s babe in my womb?\u2019\n* * * * *\n66B.7 \u2018O laugh you at mysell, brither,\nOr at my companie?\nOr laugh ye at my bonnie bride,\nShe wad na laugh at thee?\u2019\n66B.8 \u2018I laugh na at yoursel, brither,\nNor at your companie;\nNor laugh I at your buirlie bride,\nShe wad na laugh at me.\n66B.9 \u2018But there\u2019s a brotch on a breast-bane,\nA garlan on ane\u2019s hair;\nGin ye kend what war under that,\nYe wad neer love woman mair.\n66B.10 \u2018There is a brotch on a breast-bane,\nAn roses on ane\u2019s sheen;\nGin ye kend what war under that,\nYour love wad soon be deen.\u2019\n66B.11 Whan bells were rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd a\u2019 man boun to bed,\nLord Ingram and Lady Masery\nIn ae chamer were laid.\n66B.12 He put his hand out oure his bonnie bride,\nThe babe between her sides did quake:\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n66B.13 \u2018O father your babe on me, Lady Masery,\nO father your babe on me.\u2019\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n66B.14 \u2018I may father my babe on a stock,\nSae may I on a stane,\nBut my babe shall never hae\nA father but its ain.\u2019\n66B.15 He took out a brand,\nAnd laid it atween them twa;\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n66B.16 Gill Viett took out a long brand,\nAnd stroakd it oer a stro,\nAn thro and thro Lord Ingram\u2019s bodie\nHe made it come and go.\n66B.17 \u2018Wae mat worth ye, Gill Viett,\nAn ill died mat ye die!\nFor I had the cup in my hand\nTo hae drunken her oer to thee.\u2019\n66B.18 \u2018[For] ae mile [I wad gae] for Gil Viett,\nFor Lord Ingram I wad hae gaen three;\nAn a\u2019 for that in good kirk-door\nFair wedding he gave me.\u2019\n66B.19 Gil Viett took a long brand,\nAn stroakd it on a stro,\nAn through and thro his own bodie\nHe made it come and go.\n66B.20 There was nae mean made for that godd lords,\nIn bowr whar they lay slain,\nBut a\u2019 was for that lady,\nIn bowr whar she gaed brain.\n66B.21 There was nae mean made for that lady,\nIn bowr whar she lay dead,\nBut a\u2019 was for the bonnie babe\nThat lay blabbering in her bleed.\n66C: Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet\n66C.1 LADY MAISDRY was a lady fair,\nShe maid her mither\u2019s bed;\nAuld Ingram was an aged knight,\nAnd hee sought her to wed.\n66C.2 \u2018\u2019Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,\nFor to seek me to spouse;\nFor Lord Wayets, your sister\u2019s son,\nHas been into my bowrs.\n66C.3 \u2018\u2019Tis I forbid ye, Auld Ingram,\nFor to seek me to wed;\nFor Lord Wayets, your sister\u2019s son,\nHas been into my bed.\u2019\n66C.4 \u2018\u2019Tis he has bought to this lady\nThe robes of the brown;\n\u2018And ever alas,\u2019 says this lady,\n\u2018The robs will pit mee down!\u2019\n66C.5 And he has bought to this lady\nThe robs of the red;\n\u2018And ever alas,\u2019 says this lady,\n\u2018The robs will be my dead!\u2019\n66C.6 And he has bought to this lady\nThe chrystal and the lammer,\nSae has hee bought to her mither\nThe curches of the cammer.\n66C.7 Every ane o her se\u2019n brethren\nThey had a hawk in hand,\nAnd every lady i the place\nThey got a goud garland.\n66C.8 Every cuk in that kitchen\nThey gat a noble claith;\nA\u2019 was blyth at Auld Ingram\u2019s cuming,\nBut Lady Maisdrey was wraith.\n66C.9 \u2018Whare will I get a bonny boy,\nWad fain wun hos and shoon,\nThat wud rin on to my Wayets,\nAnd quickly cume again?\u2019\n66C.10 \u2018Here am I, a bonny boy,\nWad fain wun hoes and shoon,\nWha wull rin on to your Wayets,\nAnd quickly cume again.\u2019\n66C.11 \u2018Ye\u2019l bid him, and ye\u2019l pray him baith,\nGif ony prayer can dee,\nTo Mary Kirk to cume the morn,\nMy weary wadding to see.\u2019\n66C.12 Lord Wayets lay our his castle wa,\nBeheld baith dale and down,\nAnd he beheld a bonny boy\nCume rinnen to the town.\n66C.13 \u2018What news, what news, ye bonny boy?\nWhat news ye hae to mee?\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n66C.14 \u2018O is my ladie\u2019s fauldis brunt?\nOr is her towrs wun?\nOr is my Maisdrey lighter yet\nA dear dochter or sun?\u2019\n66C.15 \u2018Your ladie\u2019s faulds they are not brunt,\nNor yet are her towrs wun,\nNeither is Maisdrey lighter yet\nA dear dochter or sun.\n66C.16 \u2018But she bids ye and she prays ye baith,\nGif ony prayer can dee,\nTo Mary Kirk to cume the morn,\nHer weary wadding to see.\u2019\n66C.17 He dung the boord up wi his fit,\nSae did he wi his tae;\nThe silver cup that sat upon\u2019t\nI the fire he gard it flee:\n\u2018O what na a lord in a\u2019 Scotland\nDare marry my Maisdrey?\u2019\n66C.18 \u2018O \u2019tis but a feeble thought\nTo tell the tane and not the tither;\nO \u2019tis but a feeble thought\nTo tell \u2019tis your mither\u2019s brither.\u2019\n66C.19 \u2018\u2019Tis I wull send to that wadding,\nAnd I wul follow syne,\nThe fitches o the fallow deer\nAn the gammons o the swine,\nAn the nine hides o the noble cow;\n\u2019Twas slain in season time.\n66C.20 \u2018\u2019Tis I wul send to that wadding\nTen ton of the red wyne;\nMuch more I\u2019ll send to that wadding,\nAn I wul follow syne.\u2019\n66C.21 When he came in unto the ha,\nLady Maisdrey she did ween,\nAnd twenty times he kist her mou\nBefore Auld Ingram\u2019s een.\n66C.22 Nor to the kirk she wud ne gae,\nNor til\u2019t she wudn ride,\nTill four and twunty men she gat her before,\nAn twunty on ilka side,\nAn four and twunty milk-white dows\nTo flee aboon her head.\n66C.23 A loud laughter gae Lord Wayets\nMang the mids o his men:\n\u2018Marry the lady wham they weel,\nA maiden she is nane.\u2019\n66C.24 \u2018O laugh ye at my men, Wayets?\nOr di ye laugh at me?\nOr laugh ye at the beerly bride,\nThat\u2019s gane to marry me?\u2019\n66C.25 \u2018I laugh na at your men, uncle,\nNor yet dive I at thee,\nBit I laugh at my lands sae braid,\nSae weel\u2019s I do them see.\u2019\n66C.26 Whan ene was cume, and ene-bells rung,\nAn a\u2019 man gane to bed,\nThe bride bit and the silly bridegroom\nIn chambers they were laid.\n66C.27 Was na it a fell thing for to see,\nTwa heads lye on a coad,\nLady Maisdrey like the moten goud,\nAuld Ingram like a toad?\n66C.28 He turnd his face unto the stock,\nAnd sound he fell asleep;\nShe turnd her fair face unto the wa,\nAn sa\u2019t tears she did weep.\n66C.29 It fell about the mark midnight,\nAuld Ingram began to turn him;\nHe pat his hands on\u2019s lady\u2019s sides,\nAn waly, sair was she murnin.\n66C.30 \u2018What aileth thee, my lady dear?\nEver alas and wae\u2019s me,\nThere is a baube betwixt thy sides!\nO sae sair\u2019s it grieves me.\u2019\n66C.31 \u2018Didn I tell ye that, Auld Ingram,\nOr ye saught me to wed,\nThat Lord Wayets, your sister\u2019s son,\nHad been into my bed?\u2019\n66C.32 \u2018O father that bairn on me, Maisdrey,\nO father it on me,\nAn ye sall hae a rigland shire\nYour mornin\u2019s gift to bee.\u2019\n66C.33 \u2018O sarbit,\u2019 says the Lady Maisdrey,\n\u2018That ever the like me befa,\nTo father my bairn on Auld Ingram,\nLord Wayets in my father\u2019s ha!\n66C.34 \u2018O sarbit,\u2019 says the Lady Maisdrey,\n\u2018That ever the like me betide,\nTo father my bairn on Auld Ingram,\nAn Lord Wayets beside!\u2019\n66D: Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet\n66D.1 LORD INGRAM and Childe Viat\nWere both bred in one ha;\nThey laid their luves on one ladye,\nAnd frae her they could na fa.\n66D.2 Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisery,\nHe courted her frae ha to bower;\nAnd even sae did Childe Viat,\nAmang the summer flowers.\n66D.3 Lord Ingram courted Ladye Maisery,\nHe courted her frae bower to ha;\nAnd even sae did Childe Viat,\nAmong the sheets sae sma.\n66D.4 Sir Ingram bought her Ladye Maisery\nThe steed that paid him well;\nShe wads he were ayont the sea,\nGin she had her true love.\n66D.5 Lord Ingram bought her Lady Maisery\nThe knives hafted wi steel;\nShe wads they were in his heart\u2019s bluid,\nGin Childe Viat was weel.\n66D.6 Lord Ingram bought her Lady Maisery\nThe golden knobbed gloves;\nShe wads they were ayone the sea,\nGin she had her true love.\n* * * * *\n66D.7 \u2018There\u2019s two swords in one scabbard,\nThey cost me many a pound;\nTake you the best, leave me the worst,\nWe\u2019s fight till they be done.\u2019\n66D.8 The firsten stroke Lord Ingram gae,\nHe wounded Childe Viat nigh;\nThe nexten stroke Childe Viat gae,\nLord Ingram\u2019s head did flie;\nAnd fifty feet oer a burken buss\nLord Ingram\u2019s head did flee.\n66D.9 There was no mane made for these two lords,\nIn bower where they lay slain;\nBut all was for this fair ladie,\nIn bower where she gaed brain.\n* * * * *\n66D.10 \u2018For one word I would gie for Childe Viat,\nFor Lord Ingram I would gie three;\nAnd it\u2019s a\u2019 for the brave wedding\nThat he did to me gie.\u2019\n66E: Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet\n66E.1 LORD INGRAM and Childe vyet\nWere baith born in ae bower;\nThey fell in love wi ae lady,\nTheir honour was but poor.\n66E.2 Lord Ingram and Childe Vyet\nWere baith bred in ae ha;\nThey laid their love on Lady Maisry,\nThe waur did them befa.\n66E.3 Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry\nFrae father and frae mother;\nLord Ingram gained Lady Maisry\nFrae sister and frae brother.\n66E.4 Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry\nFrae a\u2019 her kith and kin;\nLord Ingram courted Lady Maisry\nBut she said nay to him.\n66E.5 Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry\nIn the garden amo the flowers;\nChilde Vyet courted Lady Maisry\nAmo her ha\u2019s and bowers.\n66E.6 Lord Ingram sent to Lady Maisry\nA steed paced fu well;\nShe wishes he were ower the sea,\nIf Childe Vyet were well.\n66E.7 Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry\nFrae her relations a\u2019;\nChilde Vyet courted Lady Maisry\nAmo the sheets sae sma.\n66E.8 Lord Ingram bought to Lady Maisry\nThe siller knapped gloves;\nShe wishd his hands might swell in them,\nHad she her ain true love.\n66E.9 Lord Ingram bought to Lady Maisry\nThe brands garnishd wi steel;\nShe wishd the same might pierce his heart,\nGin Childe Vyet were weell.\n66E.10 Child vyet bought to Lady Maisry\nThe fancy ribbons sma;\nShe had mair delight in her sma fancy\nThan o Lord Ingram, gowd and a\u2019.\n66E.11 Lord Ingram\u2019s gane to her father,\nAnd thus he did complain:\n\u2018O am I doomd to die for love,\nAnd nae be loved again?\n66E.12 \u2018I hae sent to you daughter\nThe steed paced fu well;\nShe wishes I were ower the sea,\nGin Childe Vyet were well.\n66E.13 \u2018I hae bought to your daughter\nThe siller knapped gloves;\nShe wishd my hands might swell in them,\nHad she her ain true love.\n66E.14 \u2018I hae bought to your daughter\nThe brands garnishd wi steel;\nShe wishd the same might pierce my heart,\nGin Childe Vyet were weell.\n66E.15 \u2018Childe Vyet bought to your daughter\nThe fancy ribbons sma;\nShe\u2019s mair delight in her sma fancy\nNor o me, gowd and a\u2019.\u2019\n66E.16 Her father turnd him round about,\nA solemn oath sware he,\nSaying, She shall be the bride this night,\nAnd you bridegroom shall be.\n66E.17 \u2018O had your tongue, my father dear,\nLet a\u2019 your passion be;\nThe reason that I love this man,\nIt is unknown to thee.\u2019\n66E.18 Sweetly played the merry organs,\nIntill her mother\u2019s bower;\nBut still and dum stood Lady Maisry,\nAnd let the tears down pour.\n66E.19 Sweetly played the harp sae fine,\nIntill her fathers ha;\nBut still and dum stood Lady Maisry,\nAnd let tears down fa.\n66E.20 Tween Marykirk and her mother\u2019s bower,\nWas a\u2019 clad ower wi gowd,\nFor keeping o her snaw-white feet\nFrae treading o the mould.\n66E.21 Lord Ingram gaed in at ae church-door,\nChilde Vyet at another,\nAnd lightly leugh him Childe Vyet\nAt Lord Ingram, his brother.\n66E.22 \u2018O laugh ye at my men, brother?\nOr do ye laugh at me?\nOr laugh ye at young Lady Maisry,\nThis night my bride\u2019s to be?\u2019\n66E.23 \u2018I laugh na at your men, brother,\nNor do I laugh at thee;\nBut I laugh at the knightless sport\nThat I saw wi my ee.\n66E.24 \u2018It is a ring on ae finger,\nA broach on ae breast-bane;\nAnd if ye kent what\u2019s under that,\nYour love woud soon be dane.\u2019\n66E.25 Lord Ingram and his merry young men\nOut ower the plains are gane,\nAnd pensively walkd him Childe Vyet,\nHim single self alane.\n66E.26 When they had eaten and well drunken,\nAnd a\u2019 men bound for bed,\nLord Ingram and Lady Maisry\nIn ae chamber were laid.\n66E.27 He laid his hand upon her breast,\nAnd thus pronounced he:\n\u2018There is a bairn within your sides,\nWha may the father be?\n66E.28 \u2018Wha ever be your bairn\u2019s father,\nYe will father it on me;\nThe fairest castle o Snowdown\nYour morning gift shall be.\u2019\n66E.29 \u2018Wha ever be my bairn\u2019s father,\nI\u2019ll neer father it on thee;\nFor better love I my bairn\u2019s father\n\u2019Nor ever I\u2019ll love thee.\u2019\n66E.30 Then he\u2019s taen out a trusty brand,\nLaid it between them tway;\nSays, Lye ye there, ye ill woman,\nA maid for me till day.\n66E.31 Next morning her father came,\nWell belted wi a brand;\nThen up it starts him Lord Ingram,\nHe was an angry man.\n66E.32 \u2018If your daughter had been a gude woman,\nAs I thought she had been,\nCauld iron shoud hae never lien\nThe lang night us between.\u2019\n66E.33 \u2018Ohon, alas! my daughter dear,\nWhat\u2019s this I hear o thee?\nI thought ye was a gude woman\nAs in the north countrie.\u2019\n66E.34 \u2018O had your tongue, my father dear,\nLet a\u2019 your sorrows be;\nI never liked Lord Ingram,\nYe ken ye forced me.\u2019\n66E.35 Then in it came him Childe Vyet,\nWell belted wi a brand;\nThen up it raise him Lord Ingram,\nHe was an angry man.\n66E.36 \u2018Win up, win up, now Lord Ingram,\nRise up immediately,\nThat you and I the quarrel try,\nWho gains the victory.\n66E.37 \u2018I hae twa brands in ae scabbard,\nThat cost me mony pound;\nTake ye the best, gie me the warst,\nAnd I\u2019ll fight where I stand.\u2019\n66E.38 Then up it starts him Childe Vyet,\nShook back his yellow hair;\nThe first an stroke Childe Vyet drew,\nHe wounded Ingram sair.\n66E.39 Then up it starts him Lord Ingram,\nShed back his coal-black hair\u2019\nThe first an stroke Lord Ingram drew,\nChilde Vyet needed nae mair.\n66E.40 Nae meen was made for these twa knights,\nWhan they were lying dead,\nBut a\u2019 for her Lady Maisry,\nThat gaes in mournfu weed.\n66E.41 Says, \u2018If I hae been an ill woman,\nAlas and wae is me!\nAnd if I\u2019ve been an ill woman,\nA gude woman I\u2019ll be!\n66E.42 \u2018Ye\u2019ll take frae me my silk attire,\nBring me a palmer\u2019s weed,\nAnd thro the world, for their sakes,\nI\u2019ll gang and beg my bread.\n66E.43 \u2018If I gang a step for Childe Vyet,\nFor Lord Ingram I\u2019ll gang three;\nAll for the honour that he paid\nAt Marykirk to me.\n66E.44 \u2018I\u2019ll gang a step for Childe Vyet,\nFor Lord Ingram I\u2019ll gang three;\nIt was into my mother\u2019s bower\nChilde Vyet wronged me.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 66. Lord Ingram and Chiel Wyet","type":"page"}