{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch076.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch076.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch076.htm","text":"76A.1 FAIR ISABELL of Rochroyall,\nShe dreamed where she lay,\nShe dreamd a dream of her love Gregory,\nA litle before the day.\n76A.2 O huly, huly rose she up,\nAnd huly she put on,\nAnd huly, huly she put on\nThe silks of crimsion.\n76A.3 \u2018Gar sadle me the black,\u2019 she sayes,\n\u2018Gar sadle me the broun;\nGar sadle me the swiftest steed\nThat ever rode the toun.\n76A.4 \u2018Gar shoe him with the beat silver,\nAnd grind him with the gold;\nGar put two bells on every side,\nTill I come to some hold.\u2019\n76A.5 She had not rode a mile, a mile,\nA mile but barely three,\nTill that she spyed a companie\nCome rakeing oere the lee.\n76A.6 \u2018O whether is this the first young may,\nThat lighted and gaed in;\nOr is this the second young may,\nThat neer the sun shined on?\nOr is this Fair Isabell of Roch Royall,\nBanisht from kyth and kin.\u2019\n76A.7 \u2018O I am not the first young may,\nThat lighted and gaed in;\nNor neither am I the second young may,\nThat neer the sun shone on;\n76A.8 \u2018But I\u2019m Fair Isabell of Roch Royall\nBanisht from kyth and kin;\nI\u2019m seeking my true-love Gregory,\nAnd I woud I had him in.\u2019\n76A.9 \u2018O go your way to yon castle,\nAnd ride it round about,\nAnd there you\u2019ll find Love Gregory;\nHe\u2019s within, without any doubt.\u2019\n76A.10 O she\u2019s away to yon castle,\nShe\u2019s tirled at the pin:\n\u2018O open, open, Love Gregory,\nAnd let your true-love in.\u2019\n76A.11 \u2018If you be the lass of the Rochroyall,\nAs I trow not you be,\nYou will tell me some of our love-tokens,\nThat was betwixt you and me.\u2019\n76A.12 \u2018Have you not mind, Love Gregory,\nSince we sat at the wine;\nWhen we changed the rings off our fingers,\nAnd ay the worst fell mine?\n76A.13 \u2018Mine was of the massy gold,\nAnd thine was of the tin;\nMine was true and trusty both,\nAnd thine was false within.\u2019\n76A.14 If you be [the] lass of the Roch Royall,\nAs I trow not you be,\nYou will tell me some other love-token\nThat was betwixt you and me.\u2019\n76A.15 \u2018Have you not mind, Love Gregory,\nSince we sat at the wine,\nWe changed the smocks off our two backs,\nAnd ay the worst fell mine?\n76A.16 \u2018Mine was of the holland fine,\nAnd thine was course and thin;\nSo many blocks have we two made,\nAnd ay the worst was mine.\u2019\n76A.17 \u2018Love Gregory, he is not at home,\nBut he is to the sea;\nIf you have any word to him,\nI pray you leave\u2019t with me.\u2019\n* * * * *\n76A.18 \u2018O who will shoe my bony foot?\nOr who will glove my hand?\nOr who will bind my midle jimp\nWith the broad lilly band?\n76A.19 \u2018Or who will comb my bony head\nWith the red river comb?\nOr who will be my bairn\u2019s father\nEre Gregory he come home?\u2019\n76A.20 \u2018O I\u2019s gar shoe thy bony foot,\nAnd I\u2019s gar glove thy hand,\nAnd I\u2019s gar bind thy midle jimp\nWith the broad lilly band.\n76A.21 \u2018And I\u2019s gar comb thy bony head\nWith the red river comb;\nBut there is none to be thy bairn\u2019s father\nTill Love Gregory he come home.\n76A.22 \u2018I\u2019ll set my foot on the ship-board,\nGod send me wind and more!\nFor there\u2019s never a woman shall bear a son\nShall make my heart so sore.\u2019\n76A.23 \u2018I dreamed a dream now since yestreen,\nThat I never dreamed before;\nI dreamd that the lass of the Rochroyall\nWas knocking at the door.\u2019\n76A.24 \u2018Ly still, ly still, my dear son,\nLy still, and take a sleep;\nFor it\u2019s neither ane hour, nor yet a half,\nSince she went from the gate.\u2019\n76A.25 \u2018O wo be to you, ill woman,\nAnd ane ill death mott you die!\nFor you might have come to my bed-side,\nAnd then have wakened me.\n76A.26 \u2018Gar sadle me the black,\u2019 he sayes,\n\u2018Gar sadle me the broun;\nGar sadle me the swiftest steed\nThat ever rode the toun.\n76A.27 \u2018Gar shoe him with the beat silver,\nGar grind him with the gold;\nCause put two bells on every side,\nTill I come to some hold.\u2019\n76A.28 They sadled him the black, the black,\nSo did they him the broun;\nSo did they him the swiftest steed\nThat ever rode to toun.\n76A.29 They shoed him with the beat silver,\nThey grind him with the gold;\nThey put two bells on every side,\nTill he came to some hold.\n76A.30 He had not rode a mile, a mile,\nA mile but barely three,\nTill that he spyed her comely corps\nCome raking oere the lee.\n76A.31 \u2018Set doun, set doun these comely corps,\nLet me look on the dead:\u2019\nAnd out he\u2019s ta\u2019en his little pen-knife,\nAnd slitted her winding sheet.\n76A.32 And first he kist her cheek, her cheek,\nAnd then he kist her chin;\nAnd then he kist her rosy lips,\nBut there was no breath within.\n76A.33 \u2018Gar deall, gar deall for my love sake\nThe spiced bread and the wine;\nFor ere the morn at this time\nSo shall you deall for mine.\n76A.34 \u2018Gar deall, gar deall for my love sake\nThe pennys that are so small;\nFor ere the morn at this time,\nSo shall you deall for all.\u2019\n76A.35 The one was buried in Mary kirk,\nThe other in Mary quire;\nOut of the one there sprung a birk,\nOut of the other a bryar;\nSo thus you may well know by that\nThey were two lovers dear.\n76B: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76B.1 \u2018O WHA will shoe thy bonny feet?\nOr wha will glove thy hand?\nOr wha will lace thy midle jimp,\nWith a lang, lang London whang?\n76B.2 \u2018And wha will kame thy bonny head,\nWith a tabean brirben kame?\nAnd wha will be my bairn\u2019s father,\nTill Love Gregory come hame?\u2019\n76B.3 \u2018Thy father\u2019ll shoe his bonny feet,\nThy mither\u2019ll glove his hand;\nThy brither will lace his middle jimp,\nWith a lang, lang London whang.\n76B.4 \u2018Mysel will kame his bonny head,\nWith a tabean brirben kame;\nAnd the Lord will be the bairn\u2019s father,\nTill Love Gregory come hame.\u2019\n76B.5 Then she\u2019s gart build a bonny ship,\nIt\u2019s a\u2019 cored oer with pearl,\nAnd at every needle-tack was in\u2019t\nThere hang a siller bell.\n76B.6 And she\u2019s awa . . .\nTo sail upon the sea;\nShe\u2019s gane to seek Love Gregory,\nIn lands whereer he be.\n76B.7 She hadna saild a league but twa,\nO scantly had she three,\nTill she met with a rude rover,\nWas sailing on the sea.\n76B.8 \u2018O whether is thou the Queen hersel,\nOr ane o her maries three?\nOr is thou the lass of Lochroyan,\nSeeking Love Gregory?\u2019\n76B.9 \u2018O I am not the Queen hersell,\nNor ane o her maries three;\nBut I am the lass o Lochroyan,\nSeeking Love Gregory.\n76B.10 \u2018O sees na thou yone bonny bower?\nIt\u2019s a\u2019 cored oer with tin;\nWhen thou hast saild it round about,\nLove Gregory is within.\u2019\n76B.11 When she had saild it round about,\nShe tirled at the pin:\n\u2018O open, open, Love Gregory,\nOpen, and let me in!\nFor I am the lass of Lochroyan,\nBanisht frae a\u2019 my kin.\u2019\n76B.12 \u2018If thou be the lass of Lochroyan,\nAs I know no thou be,\nTell me some of the true tokens\nThat past between me and thee.\u2019\n76B.13 \u2018Hast thou na mind, Love Gregory,\nAs we sat at the wine,\nWe changed the rings aff ither\u2019s hands,\nAnd ay the best was mine?\n76B.14 \u2018For mine was o the gude red gould,\nBut thine was o the tin;\nAnd mine was true and trusty baith,\nBut thine was fa\u2019se within.\n76B.15 \u2018If thou be the lass of Lochroyan,\nAs I know na thou be,\nTell me some mair o the true tokens\nPast between me and thee.\u2019\n76B.16 \u2018And has na thou na mind, Love Gregory,\nAs we sat on yon hill,\nThou twin\u2019d me of my [maidenhead,]\nRight sair against my will?\n76B.17 \u2018Now open, open, Love Gregory,\nOpen, and let me in!\nFor the rain rains on my gude cleading,\nAnd the dew stands on my chin.\u2019\n76B.18 Then she has turnd her round about:\n\u2018Well, since that it be sae,\nLet never woman that has born a son\nHae a heart sae full of wae.\n76B.19 \u2018Take down, take down that mast o gould,\nSet up a mast of tree;\nFor it dinna become a forsaken lady\nTo sail so royallie.\u2019\n76B.20 \u2018I dreamt a dream this night, mother,\nI wish it may prove true,\nThat the bonny lass of Lochroyan\nWas at the gate just now.\u2019\n76B.21 \u2018Lie still, lie still, my only son,\nAnd sound sleep mayst thou get,\nFor it\u2019s but an hour or little mair\nSince she was at the gate.\u2019\n76B.22 Awa, awa, ye wicket woman,\nAnd an ill dead may ye die!\nYe might have ither letten her in,\nOr else have wakened me.\n76B.23 \u2018Gar saddle to me the black,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Gar saddle to me the brown;\nGar saddle to me the swiftest steed\nThat is in a\u2019 the town.\u2019\n76B.24 Now the first town that he cam to,\nThe bells were ringing there;\nAnd the neist toun that he cam to,\nHer corps was coming there.\n76B.25 \u2018Set down, set down that comely corp,\nSet down, and let me see\nGin that be the lass of Lochroyan,\nThat died for love o me.\u2019\n76B.26 And he took out the little penknife\nThat hang down by his gare,\nAnd he\u2019s rippd up her winding-sheet,\nA lang claith-yard and mair.\n76B.27 And first he kist her cherry cheek,\nAnd syne he kist her chin,\nAnd neist he kist her rosy lips;\nThere was nae breath within.\n76B.28 And he has taen his little penknife,\nWith a heart that was fou sair,\nHe has given himself a deadly wound,\nAnd word spake never mair.\n76C: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76C.1 * * * *\nSHE sailed west, she sailed east,\nShe sailed mony a mile,\nUntil she cam to Lord Gregor\u2019s yett,\nAnd she tirled at the pin.\n76C.2 \u2018It\u2019s open, open, Lord Gregory,\nOpen, and let me in;\nFor the rain drops on my gouden hair,\nAnd drops upon your son.\u2019\n76C.3 \u2018Are you the Queen of Queensberry?\nOr one of the marys three?\nOr are you the lass of Ruchlaw hill,\nSeeking Lord Gregory?\u2019\n76C.4 \u2018I\u2019m not the Queen of Queensberry,\nNor one of the marys three;\nBut I am the bonny lass of Ruchlawhill,\nSeeking Lord Gregory.\u2019\n76C.5 \u2018Awa, awa, ye fause thief,\nI will not open to thee\nTill you tell me the first token\nThat was tween you and me.\u2019\n76C.6 \u2018Do not you mind, Lord Gregory,\nWhen we birled at the wine,\nWe changed the rings of our fingers,\nAnd ay the best was mine?\n76C.7 \u2018For mine was true and trusty goud,\nBut yours it was of tin;\nMine was of the true and trusty goud,\nBut yours was fause within.\u2019\n76C.8 She turned about her bonny ship,\nAwa then did she sail:\n\u2018The sun shall never shine on man\nThat made my heart so sare.\u2019\n76C.9 Then up the old mother she got,\nAnd wakened Lord Gregory:\n\u2018Awa, awa, ye fause gudeson,\nA limmer was seeking thee.\u2019\n76C.10 \u2018It\u2019s woe be to you, witch-mother,\nAn ill death may you die!\nFor you might hae set the yet open,\nAnd then hae wakened me.\u2019\n76C.11 It\u2019s up he got, and put on his clothes,\nAnd to the yet he ran;\nThe first sight of the ship he saw,\nHe whistled and he sang.\n76C.12 But whan the bonny ship was out o sight,\nHe clapped his hands and ran,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n76C.13 The first kirktoun he cam to,\nHe heard the death-bell ring,\nThe second kirktoun he cam to,\nHe saw her corpse come in.\n76C.14 \u2018Set down, set down this bonny corpse,\nThat I may look upon;\nIf she died late for me last night,\nI\u2019ll die for her the morn.\n76C.15 \u2018Be merry, merry, gentlemen,\nBe merry at the bread and wine;\nFor by the morn at this time o day\nYou\u2019ll drink as much at mine.\u2019\n76C.16 The one was buried in Mary\u2019s isle,\nThe other in Mary\u2019s quire;\nOut of the one there grew a thorn,\nAnd out of the other a brier.\n76C.17 And aye they grew, and aye they blew,\nTill their twa taps did meet;\nAnd every one that passed thereby\nMight see they were lovers sweet.\n76D: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76D.1 \u2018O WHA will shoe my fu fair foot?\nAn wha will glove my han?\nAn wha will lace my middle gimp\nWi the new made London ban?\n76D.2 \u2018Or wha will kemb my yallow hair,\nWi the new made silver kemb?\nOr wha\u2019ll be father to my young bairn,\nTill Love Gregor come hame?\u2019\n76D.3 Her father shoed her fu fair foot,\nHer mother glovd her han;\nHer sister lac\u2019d her middle gimp\nWi the new made London ban.\n76D.4 Her brother kembd her yallow hair,\nWi the new made silver kemb,\nBut the king o heaven maun father her bairn,\nTill Love Gregor come hame.\n76D.5 \u2018O gin I had a bony ship,\nAn men to sail wi me,\nIt\u2019s I would gang to my true-love,\nSince he winna come to me.\u2019\n76D.6 Her father\u2019s gien her a bonny ship,\nAn sent her to the stran;\nShe\u2019s tane her young son in her arms,\nAn turnd her back to the lan.\n76D.7 She had na been o the sea saillin\nAbout a month or more,\nTill landed has she her bonny ship\nNear her true-love\u2019s door.\n76D.8 The night was dark, an the win blew caul,\nAn her love was fast asleep,\nAn the bairn that was in her twa arms\nFu sair began to weep.\n76D.9 Long stood she at her true-love\u2019s door,\nAn lang tirld at the pin;\nAt length up gat his fa\u2019se mither,\nSays, Wha\u2019s that woud be in?\n76D.10 \u2018O it is Anny of Roch-royal,\nYour love, come oer the sea,\nBut an your young son in her arms;\nSo open the door to me.\u2019\n76D.11 \u2018Awa, awa, you ill woman,\nYou\u2019ve na come here for gude,\nYou\u2019re but a witch, or wile warlock,\nOr mermaid o the flude.\u2019\n76D.12 \u2018I\u2019m na a witch, or wile warlock,\nNor mermaiden,\u2019 said she;\n\u2018I\u2019m but Fair Anny o Roch-royal;\nO open the door to me.\u2019\n76D.13 \u2018O gin ye be Anny o Roch-royal,\nAs [I] trust not ye be,\nWhat taiken can ye gie that ever\nI kept your company?\u2019\n76D.14 \u2018O dinna ye mind, Love Gregor,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Whan we sat at the wine,\nHow we changed the napkins frae our necks,\nIt\u2019s na sae lang sin syne?\n76D.15 \u2018An yours was good, an good enough,\nBut nae sae good as mine;\nFor yours was o the cumbruk clear,\nBut mine was silk sae fine.\n76D.16 \u2018An dinna ye mind, Love Gregor,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018As we twa sat at dine,\nHow we changed the rings frae our fingers,\nBut ay the best was mine?\n76D.17 \u2018For yours was good, an good enough,\nYet nae sae good as mine;\nFor yours was of the good red gold,\nBut mine o the diamonds fine.\n76D.18 \u2018Sae open the door now, Love Gregor,\nAn open it wi speed,\nOr your young son that is in my arms\nFor cauld will soon be dead.\u2019\n76D.19 \u2018Awa, awa, you ill woman,\nGae frae my door for shame;\nFor I hae gotten another fair love,\nSae ye may hye you hame.\u2019\n76D.20 \u2018O hae you gotten another fair love,\nFor a\u2019 the oaths you sware?\nThen fair you well now, fa\u2019se Gregor,\nFor me you\u2019s never see mair.\u2019\n76D.21 O heely, heely gi\u2019d she back,\nAs the day began to peep;\nShe set her foot on good ship-board,\nAn sair, sair did she weep.\n76D.22 Love Gregor started frae his sleep,\nAn to his mither did say,\nI dreamd a dream this night, mither,\nThat maks my heart right wae.\n76D.23 \u2018I dreamd that Anny of Roch-royal,\nThe flowr o a\u2019 her kin,\nWas standin mournin at my door,\nBut nane would lat her in.\u2019\n76D.24 \u2018O there was a woman stood at the door,\nWi a bairn intill her arms,\nBut I woud na lat her within the bowr,\nFor fear she had done you harm.\u2019\n76D.25 O quickly, quickly raise he up,\nAn fast ran to the stran,\nAn there he saw her Fair Anny,\nWas sailin frae the lan.\n76D.26 An \u2018Heigh, Anny!\u2019 an \u2018Hou, Anny!\nO Anny, speak to me!\u2019\nBut ay the louder that he cried Anny,\nThe louder roard the sea.\n76D.27 An \u2018Heigh, Anny!\u2019 an \u2018Hou, Anny!\nO Anny, winna you bide?\u2019\nBut ay the langer that he cried Anny,\nThe higher roard the tide.\n76D.28 The win grew loud, an the sea grew rough,\nAn the ship was rent in twain,\nAn soon he saw her Fair Anny\nCome floating oer the main.\n76D.29 He saw his young son in her arms,\nBaith tossd aboon the tide;\nHe wrang his hands, than fast he ran,\nAn plung\u2019d i the sea sae wide.\n76D.30 He catchd her by the yallow hair,\nAn drew her to the strand,\nBut cauld an stiff was every limb\nBefore he reachd the land.\n76D.31 O first he kissd her cherry cheek,\nAn then he kissd her chin;\nAn sair he kissd her ruby lips,\nBut there was nae breath within.\n76D.32 O he has mournd oer Fair Anny\nTill the sun was gaing down,\nThen wi a sigh his heart it brast,\nAn his soul to heaven has flown.\n76E: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76E.1 \u2018O WHA will shoe my fu fair foot?\nAnd wha will glove my hand?\nAnd wha will lace my middle jimp,\nWi the new made London band?\n76E.2 \u2018And wha will kaim my yellow hair,\nWi the new made silver kaim?\nAnd wha will father my young son,\nTill Love Gregor come hame?\u2019\n76E.3 \u2018Your father will shoe your fu fair foot,\nYour mother will glove your hand;\nYour sister will lace your middle jimp\nWi the new made London band.\n76E.4 \u2018Your brother will kaim your yellow hair,\nWi the new made silver kaim;\nAnd the king of heaven will father your bairn,\nTill Love Gregor come haim.\u2019\n76E.5 \u2018But I will get a bonny boat,\nAnd I will sail the sea,\nFor I maun gang to Love Gregor,\nSince he canno come hame to me.\u2019\n76E.6 O she has gotten a bonny boat,\nAnd sailld the sa\u2019t sea fame;\nShe langd to see her ain true-love,\nSince he could no come hame.\n76E.7 \u2018O row your boat, my mariners,\nAnd bring me to the land,\nFor yonder I see my love\u2019s castle,\nCloss by the sa\u2019t sea strand.\u2019\n76E.8 She has taen her young son in her arms,\nAnd to the door she\u2019s gone,\nAnd lang she\u2019s knocked and sair she ca\u2019d,\nBut answer got she none.\n76E.9 \u2018O open the door, Love Gregor,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018O open, and let me in;\nFor the wind blaws thro my yellow hair,\nAnd the rain draps oer my chin.\u2019\n76E.10 \u2018Awa, awa, ye ill woman,\nYou\u2019r nae come here for good;\nYou\u2019r but some witch, or wile warlock,\nOr mer-maid of the flood.\u2019\n76E.11 \u2018I am neither a witch nor a wile warlock,\nNor mer-maid of the sea,\nI am Fair Annie of Rough Royal;\nO open the door to me.\u2019\n76E.12 \u2018Gin ye be Annie of Rough Royal-+-\nAnd I trust ye are not she-+-\nNow tell me some of the love-tokens\nThat past between you and me.\u2019\n76E.13 \u2018O dinna you mind now, Love Gregor,\nWhen we sat at the wine,\nHow we changed the rings frae our fingers?\nAnd I can show thee thine.\n76E.14 \u2018O yours was good, and good enneugh,\nBut ay the best was mine;\nFor yours was o the good red goud,\nBut mine o the dimonds fine.\n76E.15 \u2018But open the door now, Love Gregor,\nO open the door I pray,\nFor your young son that is in my arms\nWill be dead ere it be day.\u2019\n76E.16 \u2018Awa, awa, ye ill woman,\nFor here ye shanno win in;\nGae drown ye in the raging sea,\nOr hang on the gallows-pin.\u2019\n76E.17 When the cock had crawn, and day did dawn,\nAnd the sun began to peep,\nThen it raise him Love Gregor,\nAnd sair, sair did he weep.\n76E.18 \u2018O I dreamd a dream, my mother dear,\nThe thoughts o it gars me greet,\nThat Fair Annie of Rough Royal\nLay cauld dead at my feet.\u2019\n76E.19 \u2018Gin it be for Annie of Rough Royal\nThat ye make a\u2019 this din,\nShe stood a\u2019 last night at this door,\nBut I trow she was no in.\u2019\n76E.20 \u2018O wae betide ye, ill woman,\nAn ill dead may ye die!\nThat ye woudno open the door to her,\nNor yet woud waken me.\u2019\n76E.21 O he has gone down to yon shore-side,\nAs fast as he could fare;\nHe saw Fair Annie in her boat,\nBut the wind it tossd her sair.\n76E.22 \u2018Hey, Annie!\u2019 and \u2018How, Annie!\nO Annie, winna ye bide?\u2019\nBut ay the mair that he cried Annie,\nThe braider grew the tide.\n76E.23 And \u2018Hey, Annie!\u2019 and \u2018How, Annie!\nDear Annie, speak to me!\u2019\nBut ay the louder he cried Annie,\nThe louder roard the sea.\n76E.24 The wind blew loud, the sea grew rough,\nAnd dashd the boat on shore;\nFair Annie floats on the raging sea,\nBut her young son raise no more.\n76E.25 Love Gregor tare his yellow hair,\nAnd made a heavy moan;\nFair Annie\u2019s corpse lay at his feet,\nBut his bonny young son was gone.\n76E.26 O cherry, cherry was her cheek,\nAnd gowden was her hair,\nBut clay cold were her rosey lips,\nNae spark of life was there.\n76E.27 And first he\u2019s kissd her cherry cheek,\nAnd neist he\u2019s kissed her chin;\nAnd saftly pressd her rosey lips,\nBut there was nae breath within.\n76E.28 \u2018O wae betide my cruel mother,\nAnd an ill dead may she die!\nFor she turnd my true-love frae my door,\nWhen she came sae far to me.\u2019\n76F: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76F.1 \u2018O WHA will lace my steys, mother?\nO wha will gluve my hand?\nO wha will be my bairn\u2019s father,\nWhile my luve cums to land?\u2019\n76F.2 \u2018O sall I lace your steys, dochter,\nO sall I gluve your hand;\nAnd God will be your bairn\u2019s father,\nWhile your luve cums to land.\u2019\n76F.3 Now she\u2019s gard build a bonie schip,\nForbidden she wad nae be;\nShe\u2019s gane wi four score mariners,\nSailand the salt, salt sea.\n76F.4 They had nae saild but twenty legues,\nBot twenty legues and three,\nWhen they met wi the ranke robers,\nAnd a\u2019 their companie.\n76F.5 \u2018Now whether are ye the Queen hersell?\nFor so ye weel micht bee,\nOr are ye the lass o the Ruch Royal,\nSeekand Lord Gregorie?\u2019\n76F.6 \u2018O I am neither the Queen,\u2019 she sed,\n\u2018Nor sick I seem to be;\nBut I am the lass o the Ruch Royal,\nSeekand Lord Gregorie.\u2019\n* * * * *\n76F.7 And when she saw the stately tower,\nShynand sae cleere and bricht,\nWhilk proud defies the jawing wave,\nBuilt on a rock a hicht,\n76F.8 Sche sailed it round, and sailed it sound,\nAnd loud, loud cried she,\n\u2018Now break, now break, ye fairy charms,\nAnd let the prisoner free.\u2019\n76G: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76G.1 IT fell on a Wodensday,\nLove Gregory\u2019s taen the sea,\nAnd he has left his lady Janet,\nAnd a weary woman was she.\n76G.2 But she had na been in child-bed\nA day but barely three,\nTill word has come to Lady Janet\nLove Gregory she would never see.\n76G.3 She\u2019s taen her mantle her middle about,\nHer cane into her hand,\nAnd she\u2019s awa to the salt-sea side,\nAs fast as she could gang.\n76G.4 \u2018Whare will I get a curious carpenter,\nWill make a boat to me?\nI\u2019m going to seek him Love Gregory,\nIn\u2019s lands where eer he be.\u2019\n76G.5 \u2018Here am I, a curious carpenter,\nWill make a boat for thee,\nAnd ye may seek him Love Gregory,\nBut him ye\u2019ll never see.\u2019\n76G.6 She sailed up, she sailed down,\nThro many a pretty stream,\nTill she came to that stately castle,\nWhere Love Gregory lay in.\n76G.7 \u2018Open, open, Love Gregory,\nO open, and lat me in;\nYour young son is in my arms,\nAnd shivering cheek and chin.\u2019\n76G.8 \u2018Had awa, ye ill woman,\nHad far awa frae me;\nYe\u2019re but some witch, or some warlock,\nOr the mermaid, troubling me.\n76G.9 \u2018My lady she\u2019s in Lochranline,\nDown by Lochlearn\u2019s green;\nThis day she wadna sail the sea,\nFor goud nor warld\u2019s gain.\n76G.10 \u2018But if ye be my lady Janet,\nAs I trust not well ye be,\nCome tell me oer some love-token\nThat past \u2019tween thee an me.\u2019\n76G.11 \u2018Mind on, mind on now, Love Gregory,\nSince we sat at the wine;\nThe rings that were on your fingers,\nI gied thee mine for thine.\n76G.12 \u2018And mine was o the good red goud,\nYours o the silly tin,\nAnd mine\u2019s been true, and very true,\nBut yours had a fause lynin.\n76G.13 \u2018But open, open, Love Gregory,\nOpen, and let me in;\nYour young son is in my arms,\nHe\u2019ll be dead ere I win in.\u2019\n76G.14 \u2018Had awa, ye ill woman,\nHad far awa frae me;\nYe\u2019re but some witch, or some warlock,\nOr the mermaid, troubling me.\n76G.15 \u2018But if ye be my lady Janet,\nAs I trust not well ye be;\nCome tell me o\u2019er some love-token\nThat past tween thee and me.\u2019\n76G.16 \u2018Mind on, mind on, Love Gregory,\nSince we sat at the wine;\nThe shifts that were upon your back,\nI gave thee mine for thine.\n76G.17 \u2018And mine was o the good holland,\nAnd yours o the silly twine,\nAnd mine\u2019s been true, and very true,\nBut yours had fause lynin.\u2019\n* * * * *\n76H: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76H.1 \u2018OH who\u2019ll comb my yellow locks,\nWith the brown berry comb?\nAnd who\u2019ll be the child\u2019s father,\nUntil Gregory comes home?\u2019\n76H.2 \u2018OH . . . . .\nAnd God will be the child\u2019s father,\nUntil Gregory comes home.\u2019\n* * * * *\n76H.3 \u2018The dew wets my yellow locks,\nThe rain wets my skin,\nThe babe\u2019s cold in my arms,\nOh Gregory, let me in!\u2019\n76H.4 \u2018Oh if you be the lass of Aughrim,\nAs I suppose you not to be,\nCome tell me the last token\nBetween you and me.\u2019\nRefrain: The dew wets, etc.\n76H.5 \u2018Oh Gregory, don\u2019t you remember\nOne night on the hill,\nWhen we swapped rings off each other\u2019s hands,\nSorely against my will?\u2019\nMine was of the beaten gold,\nYours was but black tin.\u2019\nRefrain: The dew wets, etc.\n76H.6 \u2018Oh if you be the lass of aughrim,\nAs I suppose you not to be,\nCome tell me the last token\nBetween you and me.\u2019\nRefrain: The dew wets, etc.\n76H.7 \u2018Oh Gregory don\u2019t you remember\nOne night on the hill,\nWhen we swapped smocks off each other\u2019s backs,\nSorely against my will?\nMine was of the holland fine,\nYours was but Scotch cloth.\u2019\nRefrain: The dew wets, etc.\n76H.8 \u2018Oh if you be the lass of Aughrim,\nAs I suppose you not to be,\nCome tell me the last token\nBetween you and me.\u2019\nRefrain: The dew wets, etc.\n76H.9 \u2018Oh Gregory, don\u2019t you remember,\nIn my father\u2019s hall,\nWhen you had your will of me?\nAnd that was worse than all.\u2019\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\nRefrain: The dew wets, etc.\n76I: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76I.1 \u2018OH open the door, Lord Gregory,\nOh open, and let me in;\nThe rain rains on my scarlet robes,\nThe dew drops oer my chin.\u2019\n76I.2 \u2018If you are the lass that I lovd once,\nAs I true you are not she,\nCome give me some of the tokens\nThat past between you and me.\u2019\n76I.3 \u2018Ah wae be to you, Gregory,\nAn ill death may you die!\nYou will not be the death of one,\nBut you\u2019ll be the death of three.\n76I.4 \u2018Oh don\u2019t you mind, Lord Gregory,\n\u2019Twas down at yon burn-side\nWe changed the ring of our fingers,\nAnd I put mine on thine?\u2019\n76J: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76J.1 \u2018O WHA will shoe my pretty little foot?\nAnd wha will glove my hand?\nAnd who will lace my middle jimp\nWi this lang London whang?\n76J.2 \u2018And wha will comb my yellow, yellow hair,\nWi this fine rispen kame?\nAnd wha will be my bairn\u2019s father,\nTill Lord Gregory come hame?\u2019\n76K: The Lass of Roch Royal\n76K.1 \u2018O OPEN the door, Love Gregory,\nO open, and let me in;\nThe wind blows through my yellow hair,\nAnd the dew draps oer my chin.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 76. 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