{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch081.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch081.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch081.htm","text":"81A. it fell one holy-day,\nRefrain: Hay downe\nAs many be in the yeare,\nWhen young men and maids together did goe,\nTheir mattins and masse to heare,\n81A.2 Little Musgrave came to the church-dore;\nThe preist was at private masse;\nBut he had more minde of the faire women\nThen he had of our lady[\u2019s] grace.\n81A.3 The one of them was clad in green,\nAnother was clad in pall,\nAnd then came in my lord Bernard\u2019s wife,\nThe fairest amonst them all.\n81A.4 She cast an eye on Little Musgrave,\nAs bright as the summer sun;\nAnd then bethought this Little Musgrave,\nThis lady\u2019s heart have I woonn.\n81A.5 Quoth she, I have loved thee, Little Musgrave,\nFull long and many a day;\n\u2018So have I loved you, fair lady,\nYet never word durst I say.\u2019\n81A.6 \u2018I have a bower at Buckelsfordbery,\nFull daintyly it is deight;\nIf thou wilt wend thither, thou Little Musgrave,\nThou\u2019s lig in mine armes all night.\u2019\n81A.7 Quoth he, I thank yee, faire lady,\nThis kindnes thou showest to me;\nBut whether it be to my weal or woe,\nThis night I will lig with thee.\n81A.8 With that he heard, a little tyn page,\nBy this ladye\u2019s coach as he ran:\n\u2018All though I am my ladye\u2019s foot-page,\nYet I am Lord Barnard\u2019s man.\n81A.9 \u2018My lord Barnard shall knowe of this,\nWhether I sink or swim;\u2019\nAnd ever where the bridges were broake\nHe laid him downe to swimme.\n81A.10 \u2018A sleepe or wake, thou Lord Barnard,\nAs thou art a man of life,\nFor Little Musgrave is at Bucklesfordbery,\nA bed with thy own wedded wife.\u2019\n81A.11 \u2018If this be true, thou little tinny page,\nThis thing thou tellest to me,\nThen all the land in Bucklesfordbery\nI freely will give to thee.\n81A.12 \u2018But if it be a ly, thou little tinny page,\nThis thing thou tellest to me,\nOn the hyest tree in Bucklesfordbery\nThen hanged shalt thou be.\u2019\n81A.13 He called up his merry men all:\n\u2018Come saddle me my steed;\nThis night must I to Buckellsfordbery,\nFor I never had greater need.\u2019\n81A.14 And some of them whistld, and some of them sung,\nAnd some these words did say,\nAnd ever when my lord Barnard\u2019s horn blew,\n\u2018Away, Musgrave, away!\u2019\n81A.15 \u2018Methinks I hear the thresel-cock,\nMethinks I hear the jaye;\nMethinks I hear my lord Barnard,\nAnd I would I were away.\u2019\n81A.16 \u2018Lye still, lye still, thou Little Musgrave,\nAnd huggell me from the cold;\n\u2019Tis nothing but a shephard\u2019s boy,\nA driving his sheep to the fold.\n81A.17 \u2018Is not thy hawke upon a perch?\nThy steed eats oats and hay;\nAnd thou a fair lady in thine armes,\nAnd wouldst thou bee away?\u2019\n81A.18 With that my lord Barnard came to the dore,\nAnd lit a stone upon;\nHe plucked out three silver keys,\nAnd he opend the dores each one.\n81A.19 He lifted up the coverlett,\nHe lifted up the sheet:\n\u2018How now, how now, thou Littell Musgrave,\nDoest thou find my lady sweet?\u2019\n81A.20 \u2018I find her sweet,\u2019 quoth Little Musgrave,\n\u2018The more \u2019tis to my paine;\nI would gladly give three hundred pounds\nThat I were on yonder plaine.\u2019\n81A.21 \u2018Arise, arise, thou Littell Musgrave,\nAnd put thy cloth s on;\nIt shall nere be said in my country\nI have killed a naked man.\n81A.22 \u2018I have two swords in one scabberd,\nFull deere they cost my purse;\nAnd thou shalt have the best of them,\nAnd I will have the worse.\u2019\n81A.23 The first stroke that Little Musgrave stroke,\nHe hurt Lord Barnard sore;\nThe next stroke that Lord Barnard stroke,\nLittle Musgrave nere struck more.\n81A.24 With that bespake this faire lady,\nIn bed whereas she lay:\n\u2018Although thou\u2019rt dead, thou Little Musgrave,\nYet I for thee will pray.\n81A.25 \u2018And wish well to thy soule will I,\nSo long as I have life;\nSo will I not for thee, Barnard,\nAlthough I am thy wedded wife.\u2019\n81A.26 He cut her paps from off her brest;\nGreat pitty it was to see\nThat some drops of this ladie\u2019s heart\u2019s blood\nRan trickling downe her knee.\n81A.27 \u2018Woe worth you, woe worth, my mery men all\nYou were nere borne for my good;\nWhy did you not offer to stay my hand,\nWhen you see me wax so wood?\n81A.28 \u2018For I have slaine the bravest sir knight\nThat ever rode on steed;\nSo have I done the fairest lady\nThat ever did woman\u2019s deed.\n81A.29 \u2018A grave, a grave,\u2019 Lord Barnard cryd,\n\u2018To put these lovers in;\nBut lay my lady on the upper hand,\nFor she came of the better kin.\u2019\n81B: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n* * * * *\n81B.1 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018Ffor this same night att [Bucklesfeildberry]\nLitle Musgreue is in bed with thy wife.\u2019\n81B.2 \u2018If it be trew, thou litle foote-page,\nThis tale thou hast told to mee,\nThen all my lands in Buckle[s]feildberry\nI\u2019le freely giue to thee.\n81B.3 \u2018But if this be a lye, thou little foot-page,\nThis tale thou hast told to mee,\nThen on the highest tree in Bucklesfeildberry\nAll hanged that thou shalt bee.\u2019\n81B.4 Saies, Vpp and rise, my merrymen all,\nAnd saddle me my good steede,\nFor I must ride to Bucklesfeildberry;\nGod wott I had neuer more need!\n81B.5 But some they whistled, and some th\u2019z sunge,\nAnd some they thus cold say,\nWhen euer as Lord Barnetts horne blowes,\n\u2018Away, Musgreue, away!\u2019\n81B.6 \u2018Mie thinkes I heare the throstlecocke,\nMe thinkes I heare the iay,\nMe thinkes I heare Lord Barnetts horne,\nAway, Musgreue, away!\u2019\n81B.7 \u2018But lie still, lie still, Litle Musgreue,\nAnd huddle me from the cold,\nFor it is but some sheaperds boy,\nIs whistling sheepe ore the mold.\n81B.8 \u2018Is not thy hauke vpon a pearch,\nThy horsse eating corne and hay?\nAnd thou, a gay lady in thine armes,\nAnd yett thou wold goe away!\u2019\n81B.9 By this time Lord Barnett was come to the dore,\nAnd light vpon a stone,\nAnd he pulled out three silver kayes,\nAnd opened the dores euery one.\n81B.10 And first he puld the couering downe,\nAnd then puld downe the sheete;\nSaies, How now? How now, Litle Musgreue?\nDost find my gay lady sweet?\n81B.11 \u2018I find her sweete,\u2019 saies Litle Musgreue,\n\u2018The more is my greefe and paine;\u2019\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n* * * * *\n81B.12 . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018Soe haue I done the fairest lady\nThat euer wore womans weede.\n81B.13 \u2018Soe haue I done a heathen child,\nWhich full sore greiueth mee,\nFor which Ile repent all the dayes of my life,\nAnd god be with them all three!\u2019\n81C: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81C.1 AS it fell on a light holyday,\nAs many more does in the yeere,\nLittle Mousgrove would to the church and pray,\nTo see the faire ladyes there.\n81C.2 Gallants there were of good degree,\nFor beauty exceeding faire,\nMost wonderous lovely to the eie,\nThat did to that church repaire.\n81C.3 Some came downe in red velvet,\nAnd others came downe in pall,\nBut next came downe my Lady Barnet,\nThe fairest amongst them all.\n81C.4 She cast a looke upon Little Mousgrove,\nAs bright as the summer\u2019s sunne;\nFull well perceived then Little Mousgrove\nLady Barnet\u2019s love he had wonne.\n81C.5 Then Lady Barnet most meeke and mild\nSaluted this Little Mousgrove,\nWho did repay her kinde courtesie\nWith favour and gentle love.\n81C.6 \u2018I have a bower in merry Barnet,\nBestrowed with cowslips sweet;\nIf that it please you, Little Mousgrove,\nIn love me there to meete,\n81C.7 \u2018Within mine armes one night to sleepe,\nFor you my heart have wonne,\nYou need not feare my suspicious lord,\nFor he from home is gone.\u2019\n81C.8 \u2018Betide me life, betide me death,\nThis night I will sleepe with thee,\nAnd for thy sake I\u2019le hazzard my breath,\nSo deare is thy love to me.\u2019\n81C.9 \u2018What shall wee doe with our little foot-page,\nOur counsell for to keepe,\nAnd watch for feare Lord Barnet comes,\nWhilest wee together doe sleepe?\u2019\n81C.10 \u2018Red gold shall be his hier,\u2019 quoth he,\n\u2018And silver shall be his fee,\nIf he our counsell safely doe keepe,\nThat I may sleepe with thee.\u2019\n81C.11 \u2018I will have non of your gold,\u2019 said he,\n\u2018Nor none of your silver fee;\nIf I should keepe your counsell, sir,\n\u2019Twere great disloyaltie.\n81C.12 \u2018I will not be false unto my lord,\nFor house nor yet for land;\nBut if my lady doe prove untrue,\nLord Barnet shall understand.\u2019\n81C.13 Then swiftly runnes the little foot-page,\nUnto his lord with speed,\nWho then was feasting with his deare friends,\nNot dreaming of this ill deede.\n81C.14 Most speedily the page did haste,\nMost swiftly did he runne,\nAnd when he came to the broken bridge\nHe lay on his brest and swumme.\n81C.15 The page did make no stay at all,\nBut went to his lord with speed,\nThat he the truth might say to him\nConcerning this wicked deed.\n81C.16 He found his lord at supper then,\nGreat merriment there they did keepe:\n\u2018My lord,\u2019 quoth he, \u2019This night, on my word,\nMousgrove with your lady does sleepe.\u2019\n81C.17 \u2018If this be true, my little foot-page,\nAnd true as thou tellest to me,\nMy eldest daughter I\u2019le give to thee,\nAnd wedded thou shalt be.\u2019\n81C.18 \u2018If this be a lye, my little foot-page,\nAnd a lye as thou tellest to mee,\nA new paire of gallowes shall straight be set,\nAnd hanged shalt thou be.\u2019\n81C.19 \u2018If this be a lye, my lord,\u2019 said he,\n\u2018A lye that you heare from me,\nThen never stay a gallowes to make,\nBut hang me up on the next tree.\u2019\n81C.20 Lord Barnet then cald up his merry men,\nAway with speed he would goe;\nHis heart was so perplext with griefe,\nThe truth of this he must know.\n81C.21 \u2018Saddle your horses with speed,\u2019 quoth he,\n\u2018And saddle me my white steed;\nIf this be true as the page hath said,\nMousgrove shall repent this deed.\u2019\n81C.22 He charg\u2019d his men no noise to make,\nAs they rode all along on the way;\n\u2018Nor winde no hornes,\u2019 quoth he,\u2019on your life,\nLest our comming it should betray.\u2019\n81C.23 But one of the men, that Mousgrove did love,\nAnd respected his friendship most deare,\nTo give him knowledge Lord Barnet was neere,\nDid winde his bugle most cleere.\n81C.24 And evermore as he did blow,\n\u2018Away, Mousgrove, and away;\nFor if I take thee with my lady,\nThen slaine thou shalt be this day.\u2019\n81C.25 \u2018O harke, fair lady, your lord is neere,\nI heare his little horne blow;\nAnd if he finde me in your armes thus,\nThen slaine I shall be, I know.\u2019\n81C.26 \u2018O lye still, lye still, Little Mousgrove,\nAnd keepe my backe from the cold;\nI know it is my father\u2019s shepheard,\nDriving sheepe to the pinfold.\u2019\n81C.27 Mousgrove did turne him round about,\nSweete slumber his eyes did greet;\nWhen he did wake, he then espied\nLord Barnet at his bed\u2019s feete.\n81C.28 \u2018O rise up, rise up, Little Mousgrove,\nAnd put thy cloth s on;\nIt shall never be said in faire England\nI slew a naked man.\n81C.29 \u2018Here\u2019s two good swords,\u2019 Lord Barnet said,\n\u2018Thy choice, Mousgrove, thou shalt make;\nThe best of them thy selfe shalt have,\nAnd I the worst will take.\u2019\n81C.30 The first good blow that Mousgrove did strike,\nHe wounded Lord Barnet sore;\nThe second blow that Lord Barnet gave,\nMousgrove could strike no more.\n81C.31 He tooke his lady by the white hand,\nAll love to rage did convert,\nThat with his sword, in most furious sort,\nHe pierst her tender heart.\n81C.32 \u2018A grave, a grave,\u2019 Lord Barnet cryde,\n\u2018Prepare to lay us in;\nMy lady shall lie on the upper side,\nCause she\u2019s of the better kin.\u2019\n81C.33 Then suddenly he slue himselfe,\nWhich grieves his friends full sore;\nThe deaths of these thra worthy wights\nWith teares they did deplore.\n81C.34 This sad mischance by lust was wrought;\nThen let us call for grace,\nThat we may shun this wicked vice,\nAnd mend our lives apace.\n81D: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81D.1 THERE were four and twenty gentlemen\nA playing at the ba,\nAnd lusty Lady Livingstone\nCuist her ee out oure them a\u2019.\n81D.2 She cuist her ee on Lord Barnard,\nHe was baith black and broun;\nShe cuist her ee on Little Musgrave,\nAs bricht as the morning sun.\n81D.3 . . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018What\u2019ll I gie ye, my Little Musgrave,\nAe nicht wi me to sleep?\u2019\n81D.4 \u2018Ae nicht wi you to sleep,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018O that wad breed meikle strife;\nFor the ring on your white finger\nShows you Lord Barnard\u2019s wife.\u2019\n81D.5 \u2018O Lord Barnard he is gane frae hame,\nHe\u2019ll na return the day;\nHe has tane wi him a purse o goud,\nFor he\u2019s gane hind away.\u2019\n81D.6 Up startit then the wylie foot-page,\n. . . . .\n\u2018What will ye gie to me,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Your council for to keep?\u2019\n81D.7 \u2018O goud sall be my little boy\u2019s fee,\nAnd silver sall be his hire;\nBut an I hear a word mair o this,\nHe sall burn in charcoal fire.\u2019\n81D.8 But the wylie foot-page to the stable went,\nTook out a milk-white steed,\nAnd away, away, and away he rade,\nAway wi meikle speed.\n81D.9 It\u2019s whan he cam to the water-side,\nHe smoothd his breist and swam,\nAnd whan he cam to gerss growing,\nHe set down his feet and ran.\n81D.10 \u2018Whan he cam to Lord Barnard\u2019s towr\nLord Barnard was at meat;\nHe said, \u2018If ye kend as meikle as me,\nIt\u2019s little wad ye eat.\u2019\n81D.11 \u2018Are onie o my castles brunt?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or onie my towrs won?\nOr is my gay ladie broucht to bed,\nOf a dochter or a son?\u2019\n81D.12 \u2018There is nane o your castles brunt,\nNor nane o your towrs won;\nNor is your gay ladie broucht to bed,\nOf a dochter or a son.\n81D.13 \u2018But Little Musgrave, that gay young man,\nIs in bed wi your ladie,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n81D.14 \u2018If this be true ye tell to me,\nIt\u2019s goud sall be your fee;\nBut if it be fause ye tell to me,\nI\u2019se hang ye on a tree.\u2019\n* * * * *\n81D.15 Whan they cam to yon water-side,\nThey smoothd their breists and swam;\nAnd whan they cam to gerss growing,\nThey sat doun their feet and ran.\n* * * * *\n81D.16 \u2018How do ye like my sheets?\u2019 he said,\n\u2018How do ye like my bed?\nAnd how do ye like my gay ladie,\nWha\u2019s lying at your side?\u2019\n81D.17 \u2018O I do like your sheets,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Sae do I like your bed;\nBut mair do I like your gay ladie,\nWha\u2019s lying at my side.\u2019\n81D.18 \u2018Get up, get up, young man,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Get up as swith\u2019s ye can;\nLet it never be said that Lord Barnard\nSlew in bed a nakit man.\u2019\n* * * * *\n81D.19 \u2018How do ye like his bluidy cheeks?\nOr how do ye like me?\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019s weill do I like his bluidy cheeks,\nMair than your haill bodie.\u2019\n81D.20 Then she has kissd his bluidy cheeks,\nIt\u2019s oure and oure again,\u2019\n. . . . . .\n. . . . .\n81E: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81E.1 FOUR and twenty gay ladies\nWere playing at the ba,\nAnd [out] came Lord Barnaby\u2019s lady,\nThe fairest o them a\u2019.\n81E.2 She coost her eyes on Little Musgrave,\nAnd he on her again;\nShe coost her eyes on Little Musgrave,\nAs they twa lovers had been.\n81E.3 \u2018I have a hall in Mulberry,\nIt stands baith strong and tight;\nIf you will go to there with me,\nI\u2019ll lye with you all night.\u2019\n81E.4 \u2018To lye with you, madam,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Will breed both sturt and strife;\nI see by the rings on your fingers\nYou are Lord Barnaby\u2019s wife.\u2019\n81E.5 \u2018Lord Barnaby\u2019s to the hunting gone,\nAnd far out oer the hill,\nAnd he will not return again\nTill the evening tide untill.\u2019\n81E.6 They were not well lain down,\nNor yet well fallen asleep,\nTill up started Lord Barnaby\u2019s boy,\nJust up at their bed-feet.\n81E.7 She took out a little penknife,\nWhich hung down low by her gair:\n\u2018If you do not my secret keep,\nA word ye\u2019s neer speak mair.\u2019\n81E.8 The laddie gae a blythe leer look,\nA blythe leer look gave he,\nAnd he\u2019s away to Lord Barnaby,\nAs fast as he can hie.\n* * * * *\n81E.9 \u2018If these tidings binna true,\nThese tidings ye tell to me,\nA gallows-tree I\u2019ll gar be made\nAnd hanged ye shall be.\n81E.10 \u2018But if these tidings are true,\nThese tidings ye tell me,\nThe fairest lady in a\u2019 my court\nI\u2019ll gar her marry thee.\u2019\n81E.11 He\u2019s taen out a little horn,\nHe blew baith loue and sma,\nAnd aye the turning o the tune\n\u2018Away, Musgrave, awa!\u2019\n81E.12 They were not well lain down,\nNor yet well fallen asleep,\nTill up started Lord Barnaby,\nJust up at their bed-feet.\n81E.13 \u2018O how like ye my blankets, Musgrave?\nAnd how like ye my sheets?\nAnd how like ye my gay lady,\nSo sound in your arms that sleeps?\u2019\n81E.14 \u2018Weel I like your blankets, Sir,\nAnd far better yere sheets;\nAnd better far yere gay lady,\nSo sound in my arms that sleeps.\u2019\n81E.15 \u2018Get up, get up, now, Little Musgrave,\nAnd draw to hose and sheen;\nIt\u2019s neer be said in my country\nI\u2019d fight a naked man.\n81E.16 \u2018There is two swords into my house,\nAnd they cost me right dear;\nTake you the best, and I the worst,\nI\u2019ll fight the battle here.\u2019\n81E.17 The first stroke that Lord Barnaby gave,\nIt was baith deep and sore;\nThe next stroke that Lord Barnaby gave,\nA word he never spoke more.\n81E.18 He\u2019s taen out a rappier then,\nHe\u2019s struck it in the straw,\nAnd thro and thro his lady\u2019s sides\nHe gard the cauld steel gae.\n81E.19 \u2018I am not sae wae for Little Musgrave,\nAs he lys cauld and dead;\nBut I\u2019m right wae for his lady,\nFor she\u2019ll gae witless wud.\n81E.20 \u2018I\u2019m not sae wae for my lady,\nFor she lies cauld and dead;\nBut I\u2019m right wae for my young son,\nLies sprawling in her blood.\u2019\n81E.21 First crew the black cock,\nAnd next crew the sparrow;\nAnd what the better was Lord Barnaby?\nHe was hanged on the morrow.\n81F: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81F.1 \u2018I HAVE a tower in Dalisberry,\nWhich now is dearly dight,\nAnd I will gie it to Young Musgrave,\nTo lodge wi me a\u2019 night.\u2019\n81F.2 \u2018To lodge wi thee a\u2019 night, fair lady,\nWad breed baith sorrow and strife;\nFor I see by the rings on your fingers\nYou\u2019re good Lord Barnaby\u2019s wife.\u2019\n81F.3 \u2018Lord Barnaby\u2019s wife although I be,\nYet what is that to thee?\nFor we\u2019ll beguile him for this ae night,\nHe\u2019s on to fair Dundee.\n81F.4 \u2018Come here, come here, my little foot-page,\nThis gold I will give thee,\nIf ye will keep thir secrets close\n\u2019Tween Young Musgrave and me.\n81F.5 \u2018But here I hae a little pen-knife,\nHings low down by my gare;\nGin ye winna keep thir secrets close,\nYe\u2019ll find it wonder sair.\u2019\n81F.6 Then she\u2019s taen him to her chamber,\nAnd down in her arms lay he;\nThe boy coost aff his hose and shoon,\nAnd ran to fair Dundee.\n81F.7 When he cam to the wan water,\nHe slackd his bow and swam,\nAnd when he cam to growin grass,\nSet down his feet and ran.\n81F.8 And when he cam to fair Dundee,\nWad neither chap nor ca,\nBut set his braid bow to his breast,\nAnd merrily jumpd the wa.\n81F.9 \u2018O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,\nWaken, and come away!\u2019\n\u2018What ails, what ails my wee foot-page,\nHe cries sae lang ere day?\n81F.10 \u2018O is my bowers brent, my boy?\nOr is my castle won?\nOr has the lady that I loe best\nBrought me a daughter or son?\u2019\n81F.11 \u2018Your ha\u2019s are safe, your bowers are safe,\nAnd free frae all alarms,\nBut, oh! the lady that ye loe best\nLies sound in Musgrave\u2019s arms.\u2019\n81F.12 \u2018Gae saddle to me the black,\u2019 he cried,\n\u2018Gae saddle to me the gray;\nGae saddle to me the swiftest steed,\nTo hie me on my way.\u2019\n81F.13 \u2018O lady, I heard a wee horn toot,\nAnd it blew wonder clear;\nAnd ay the turning o the note,\nWas, Barnaby will be here!\n81F.14 \u2018I thought I heard a wee horn blaw,\nAnd it blew loud and high;\nAnd ay at ilka turn it said,\nAway, Musgrave, away!\u2019\n81F.15 \u2018Lie still, my dear, lie still, my dear,\nYe keep me frae the cold;\nFor it is but my father\u2019s shepherds,\nDriving their flocks to the fold.\u2019\n81F.16 Up they lookit, and down they lay,\nAnd they\u2019re fa\u2019en sound asleep;\nTill up stood good Lord Barnaby,\nJust close at their bed-feet.\n81F.17 \u2018How do you like my bed, Musgrave?\nAnd how like ye my sheets?\nAnd how like ye my fair lady,\nLies in your arms and sleeps?\u2019\n81F.18 \u2018Weel like I your bed, my lord,\nAnd weel like I your sheets,\nBut ill like I your fair lady,\nLies in my arms and sleeps.\n81F.19 \u2018You got your wale o se\u2019en sisters,\nAnd I got mine o five;\nSae tak ye mine, and I\u2019s tak thine,\nAnd we nae mair sall strive.\u2019\n81F.20 \u2018O my woman\u2019s the best woman\nThat ever brak world\u2019s bread,\nAnd your woman\u2019s the worst woman\nThat ever drew coat oer head.\n81F.21 \u2018I hae twa swords in ae scabbert,\nThey are baith sharp and clear;\nTak ye the best, and I the warst,\nAnd we\u2019ll end the matter here.\n81F.22 \u2018But up, and arm thee, Young Musgrave,\nWe\u2019ll try it han to han;\nIt\u2019s neer be said o Lord Barnaby,\nHe strack at a naked man.\u2019\n81F.23 The first straik that Young Musgrave got,\nIt was baith deep and sair,\nAnd down he fell at Barnaby\u2019s feet,\nAnd word spak never mair.\n* * * * *\n81F.24 \u2018A grave, a grave,\u2019 Lord Barnaby cried,\n\u2018A grave to lay them in;\nMy lady shall lie on the sunny side,\nBecause of her noble kin.\u2019\n81F.25 But oh, how sorry was that good lord,\nFor a\u2019 his angry mood,\nWhan he beheld his ain young son\nAll weltring in his blood!\n81G: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81G.1 LORD BARNARDRR\u2019rrS awa to the green wood,\nTo hunt the fallow deer;\nHis vassals a\u2019 are gane wi him,\nHis companies to bear.\n81G.2 His lady wrate a braid letter,\nAnd seald it wi her hand,\nAnd sent if aff to Wee Messgrove,\nTo come at her command.\n81G.3 When Messgrove lookt the letter on,\nA waefu man was he;\nSayin, Gin I\u2019m gript wi Lord Barnard\u2019s wife,\nSure hanged I will be.\n81G.4 When he came to Lord Barnard\u2019s castel\nHe tinklit at the ring,\nAnd nane was so ready as the lady hersell\nTo let Wee Messgrove in.\n81G.5 \u2018Welcome, welcome, Messgrove,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018You\u2019re welcome here to me;\nLang hae I loed your bonnie face,\nAnd lang hae ye loed me.\n81G.6 \u2018Lord Barnard is a hunting gane,\nI hope he\u2019ll neer return,\nAnd ye sall sleep into his bed,\nAnd keep his lady warm.\u2019\n81G.7 \u2018It cannot be,\u2019 Messgrove he said,\n\u2018I ween it cannot be;\nGin Lord Barnard suld come hame this nicht,\nWhat would he do to me?\u2019\n81G.8 \u2018Ye naething hae to fear, Messgrove,\nYe naething hae to fear;\nI\u2019ll set my page without the gate,\nTo watch till morning clear.\u2019\n81G.9 But wae be to the wee fut-page,\nAnd an ill death mat he die!\nFor he\u2019s awa to the green wood,\nAs hard as he can flee.\n81G.10 And whan he to the green wood cam,\n\u2019Twas dark as dark could bee,\nAnd he fand his maister and his men\nAsleep aneth a tree.\n81G.11 \u2018Rise up, rise up, maister,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Rise up, and speak to me;\nYour wife\u2019s in bed wi Wee Messgrove,\nRise up richt speedilie.\u2019\n81G.12 \u2018Gin that be true ye tell to me,\nA lord I will mak thee;\nBut gin it chance to be a lie,\nSure hanged ye sall be.\u2019\n81G.13 \u2018It is as true, my lord,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018As ever ye were born;\nMessgrove\u2019s asleep in your lady\u2019s bed,\nAll for to keep her warm.\u2019\n81G.14 He mounted on his milk-white steed,\nHe was ane angry man;\nAnd he reachd his stately castell gate\nJust as the day did dawn.\n81G.15 He put his horn unto his mouth,\nAnd he blew strong blasts three;\nSayin, He that\u2019s in bed with anither man\u2019s wife,\nHe suld be gaun awa.\n81G.16 Syne out and spak the Wee Messgrove,\nA frichtit man was he;\n\u2018I hear Lord Barnard\u2019s horn,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018It blaws baith loud and hie.\u2019\n81G.17 \u2018Lye still, lye still, my Wee Messgrove,\nAnd keep me frae the cauld;\n\u2019Tis but my father\u2019s shepherd\u2019s horn,\nA sounding in the fauld.\u2019\n81G.18 He put his horn unto his mouth,\nAnd he blew loud blasts three;\nSaying, He that\u2019s in bed wi anither man\u2019s wife,\n\u2019Tis time he was awa.\n81G.19 Syne out and spak the Wee Messgrove,\nA frichtit man was he:\n\u2018Yon surely is Lord Barnard\u2019s horn,\nAnd I maun een gae flee.\u2019\n81G.20 \u2018Lye still, lye still, Messgrove,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And keep me frae the cauld;\n\u2019Tis but my father\u2019s shepherd\u2019s horn,\nA sounding in the fauld.\u2019\n81G.21 And ay Lord Barnard blew and blew,\nTill he was quite wearie;\nSyne he threw down his bugle horn,\nAnd up the stair ran he.\n81G.22 \u2018How do you like my blankets, Sir?\nHow do you like my sheets?\nHow do ye like my gay ladie,\nThat lies in your arms asleep?\u2019\n81G.23 \u2018Oh weel I like your blankets, Sir,\nAnd weel I like your sheet;\nBut wae be to your gay ladie,\nThat lyes in my arms asleep!\u2019\n81G.24 \u2018I\u2019ll gie you ae sword, Messgrove,\nAnd I will take anither;\nWhat fairer can I do, Messgrove,\nAltho ye war my brither?\u2019\n81G.25 The firsten wound that Messgrove gat,\nIt woundit him richt sair;\nAnd the second wound that Messgrove gat,\nA word he neer spak mair.\n81G.26 \u2018Oh how do ye like his cheeks, ladie?\nOr how do ye like his chin?\nOr how do ye like his fair bodie,\nThat there\u2019s nae life within?\u2019\n81G.27 \u2018Oh weel I like his cheeks,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And weel I like his chin;\nAnd weel I like his fair bodie,\nThat there\u2019s nae life within.\u2019\n81G.28 \u2018Repeat these words, my fair ladie,\nRepeat them ower agane,\nAnd into a basin of pure silver\nI\u2019ll gar your heart\u2019s bluid rin.\u2019\n81G.29 \u2018Oh weel I like his cheeks,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And weel I like his chin;\nAnd better I like his fair bodie\nThan a\u2019 your kith and kin.\u2019\n81G.30 Syne he took up his gude braid sword,\nThat was baith sharp and fine,\nAnd into a basin of pure silver\nHer heart\u2019s bluid he gart rin.\n81G.31 \u2018O wae be to my merrie men,\nAnd wae be to my page,\nThat they didna hald my cursed hands\nWhen I was in a rage!\u2019\n81G.32 He leand the halbert on the ground,\nThe point o\u2019t to his breast,\nSaying, Here are three sauls gaun to heaven,\nI hope they\u2019ll a\u2019 get rest.\n81H: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81H.1 LITTLE MUSGROVE is to the church gone,\nSome ladies for to sply;\nDoun came one drest in black,\nAnd one came drest in brown,\nAnd down and came Lord Barlibas\u2019 lady,\nThe fairest in a\u2019 the town.\n81H.2 \u2018I know by the ring that\u2019s on your finger\nThat you\u2019r my Lord Barlibas\u2019 lady:\u2019\n\u2018Indeed I am the Lord Barlibas\u2019 lady,\nAnd what altho I bee?\u2019\n* * * * *\n81H.3 \u2018Money shall be your hire, foot-page,\nAnd gold shall be your fee;\nYou must not tell the secrets\nThat\u2019s between Musgrove and me.\u2019\n81H.4 \u2018Money shall not be hire,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor gold shall be my fee;\nBut I\u2019ll awa to my own liege lord,\nWith the tidings you\u2019ve told to me.\u2019\n81H.5 When he cam to the broken brig,\nHe coost aff his clothes and he swimd,\nAnd when he cam to Lord Barlibas\u2019 yett,\nHe tirled at the pin.\n81H.6 \u2018What news, what news, my little foot-page?\nWhat news have ye brocht to me?\nIs my castle burnt?\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or is my tower tane?\nOr is my lady lighter yet,\nOf a daughter or son?\u2019\n81H.7 \u2018Your castle is not burnt,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor yet is your tower tane,\nNor yet is your lady brocht to bed,\nOf a daughter or a son;\nBut Little Musgrove is lying wi her,\nTill he thinks it is time to be gane.\u2019\n81H.8 \u2018O if the news be a lie,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018That you do tell unto me,\nI\u2019ll ca up a gallows to my yard-yett,\nAnd hangd on it thou shalt be.\n81H.9 \u2018But if the news be true,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018That you do tell unto me,\nI have a young fair dochter at hame,\nWeel wedded on her you shall be.\u2019\n81H.10 He called upon his merry men,\nBy thirties and by three:\n\u2018Put aff the warst, put on the best,\nAnd come along with me.\u2019\n81H.11 He put a horn to his mouth,\nAnd this he gard it say:\n\u2018The man that\u2019s in bed wi Lord Barlibas\u2019 lady,\nIt\u2019s time he were up and away.\u2019\n81H.12 \u2018What does yon trumpet mean?\u2019 he sayd,\n\u2018Or what does yon trumpet say?\nI think it says, the man that\u2019s in bed wi Lord Barlibas\u2019 lady,\nIt\u2019s time he were up and away.\u2019\n81H.13 \u2018O lie you still, my Little Musgrove,\nAnd cover me from the cold,\nFor it is but my father\u2019s sheepherd,\nThat\u2019s driving his sheep to the fold.\u2019\n81H.14 . . . . . .\nIn a little while after that,\nUp started good Lord Barlibas,\nAt Little Musgrove his feet.\n81H.15 \u2018How do you like my blankets?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or how do you like my sheets?\nOr how do you like mine own fair lady,\nThat lies in your arms and sleeps?\u2019\n81H.16 \u2018I like your blankets very well,\nAnd far better your sheets;\nBut woe be to this wicked woman,\nThat lies in my arms and sleeps!\u2019\n81H.17 \u2018Rise up, rise up, my Little Musgrove,\nRise up, and put your clothes on;\nIt\u2019s neer be said on no other day\nThat I killed a naked man.\n81H.18 \u2018There is two swords in my chamber,\nI wot they cost me dear;\nTake you the best, give me the warst,\nWe\u2019ll red the question here.\u2019\n81H.19 The first stroke that Lord Barlibas struck,\nHe dang Little Musgrove to the ground;\nThe second stroke that Lord Barlibas gave\nDang his lady in a deadly swound.\n81H.20 \u2018Gar mak, gar mak a coffin,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Gar mak it wide and long,\nAnd lay my lady at the right hand,\nFor she\u2019s come of the noblest kin.\u2019\n81I: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81I.1 \u2018ITRR\u2019rrS gold shall be your hire,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And silver shall be your fee,\nIf you will keep the secrets\nBetween Little Sir Grove and me.\u2019\n81I.2 \u2018Tho gold should be my hire,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And silver should be my fee,\nIt\u2019s I\u2019ll not keep the secret\nBetwixt Little Sir Grove and thee.\u2019\n81I.3 Up he rose, and away he goes,\nAnd along the plain he ran,\nAnd when he came to Lord Bengwill\u2019s castle,\nHe tinkled at the pin;\nAnd who was sae ready as Lord Bengwill himsell\nTo let his little page in.\n81I.4 \u2018Is any of my towers burnt?\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or any of my castles taen?\nOr is Lady Bengwill brought to bed,\nOf a daughter or a son?\u2019\n81I.5 \u2018It\u2019s nane of your towers are burnt,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor nane of your castles taen;\nBut Lady Bengwill and Little Sir Grove\nTo merry bed they are gane.\u2019\n81I.6 \u2018If this be true that you tell me,\nRewarded you shall be;\nAnd if it\u2019s a lie that you tell me,\nYou shall be hanged before your ladie\u2019s een.\n81I.7 \u2018Get saddled to me the black,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Get saddled to me the brown;\nGet saddled to me the swiftest steed\nThat ever man rode on.\u2019\n81I.8 The firsten town that he cam to,\nHe blew baith loud and schill,\nAnd aye the owre-word o the tune\nWas, \u2018Sir Grove, I wish you well.\u2019\n81I.9 The nexten town that he came to,\nHe blew baith loud and long,\nAnd aye the owre-word of the tune\nWas \u2018Sir Grove, it is time to be gone.\u2019\n81I.10 \u2018Is yon the sound of the hounds?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or is yon the sound of the deer?\nBut I think it\u2019s the sound of my brother\u2019s horn,\nThat sound sae schill in my ear.\u2019\n81I.11 \u2018Lye still, lye still, Sir Grove,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And keep a fair lady from cold;\nIt\u2019s but the sound of my father\u2019s herd-boys,\nAs they\u2019re driving the sheep to the fold.\u2019\n81I.12 They lay down in each other\u2019s arms,\nAnd they fell fast asleep,\nAnd neer a one of them did wake\nTill Lord Bengwill stood at their feet.\n81I.13 \u2018How do you love my soft pillow?\nOr how do you love my sheets?\nOr how do you love my fair lady,\nThat lies in your arms and sleeps?\u2019\n81I.14 \u2018Full well I love your soft pillow,\nFar better I love your sheets;\nBut woe be to your fair lady,\nThat lies in my arms and sleeps!\u2019\n81I.15 \u2018Rise up, rise up, Sir Grove,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Some clothes there put you upon;\nLet it never be said in fair England\nI fought with a naked man.\u2019\n81I.16 \u2018Oh where shall I go, or where shall I fly,\nOr where shall I run for my life?\nFor you\u2019ve got two broadswords into your hand,\nAnd I have never a knife.\u2019\n81I.17 \u2018You shall take the one sword,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And I shall take the other,\nAnd that is as fair I\u2019m sure to day\nAs that you are my born brother.\u2019\n81I.18 \u2018Hold your hand, hold your hand, my brother dear,\nYou\u2019ve wounded me full sore;\nYou may get a mistress in every town,\nBut a brother you\u2019ll never get more.\u2019\n81I.19 The very first stroke that Lord Bengwill gave him,\nHe wounded him full sore;\nThe very next stroke that Lord Bengwill gave him,\nA word he never spoke more.\n81I.20 He\u2019s lifted up Lady Bengwill,\nAnd set her on his knee,\nSaying, Whether do you love Little Sir Grove\nBetter than you do me?\n81I.21 \u2018Full well I love your cherry cheeks,\nFull well I love your chin,\nBut better I love Little Sir Grove, where he lies,\nThan you and all your kin.\u2019\n* * * * *\n81I.22 \u2018A grave, a grave,\u2019 Lord Bengwill cried,\n\u2018To put these lovers in,\nAnd put Lady Bengwill uppermost,\nFor she\u2019s come of the noblest kin.\u2019\n81J: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81J.1 FOUR and twenty ladies fair\nWas playing at the ba,\nAnd out cam the lady, Barnabas\u2019 lady,\nThe flower amang them a\u2019.\n81J.2 She coost an ee on Little Mossgrey,\nAs brisk as any sun,\nAnd he coost anither on her again,\nAnd they thocht the play was won.\n81J.3 \u2018What would you think, Little Mossgrey,\nTo lye wi me this nicht?\nGood beds I hae in Barnabey,\nIf they were ordered richt.\u2019\n81J.4 \u2018Hold thy tongue, fair lady,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018For that would cause much strife;\nFor I see by the rings on your fingers\nThat you\u2019re Lord Barnabas\u2019 wife.\u2019\n81J.5 \u2018Lord Barnabas\u2019 lady indeed I am,\nAnd that I\u2019ll let you ken,\nBut he\u2019s awa to the king\u2019s court,\nAnd I hope he\u2019ll neer come hame.\u2019\n81J.6 Wi wrapped arms in bed they lay\nTill they fell both asleep,\nWhen up and starts Barnabas\u2019 boy,\nAnd stood at their bed-feet.\n81J.7 \u2018How likes thou the bed, Mossgrey?\nOr how likes thou the sheets?\nOr how likes thou my master\u2019s lady,\nLyes in thy arms and sleeps?\u2019\n81J.8 \u2018Weel I love the bed,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018And far better the sheets;\nBut foul may fa your master\u2019s lady,\nLies in my arms and sleeps!\u2019\n81J.9 She pulled out a rusty sword,\nWas sticking by the stroe;\nSays, Tell no tidings of me, my boy,\nOr thou\u2019ll neer tell no moe.\n81J.10 He\u2019s awa to the king\u2019s court,\nAs fast as he can dree;\nHe\u2019s awa to the king\u2019s court,\nFor to tell Barnaby.\n81J.11 \u2018Are there any of my biggins brunt?\nOr any of my young men slain?\nOr is my lady brocht to bed,\nOf a dochter or a son?\u2019\n81J.12 \u2018There is none of your biggings brunt,\nThere\u2019s none of your young men slain;\nBut Little Mossgrey and your lady\nThey are both in a bed within.\u2019\n81J.13 \u2018If that be true, my bonnie boy,\nThou tellest unto me,\nI have not a dochter but only one,\nAnd married ye shall be.\n81J.14 \u2018But if it be a lie, my bonnie boy,\nYou\u2019re telling unto me,\nOn the highest tree of Balisberry,\nThereon I\u2019ll gar hang thee.\u2019\n81J.15 There was a man in the king\u2019s court\nHad a love to Little Mossgrey;\nHe took a horn out of his pocket,\nAnd blew both loud and hie:\n\u2018He that\u2019s in bed wi Barnabas\u2019 lady,\nIt\u2019s time he were away!\u2019\n81J.16 \u2018Oh am I not the maddest man\nEre lay in a woman\u2019s bed!\nI think I hear his bridle ring,\nBut and his horse feet tread.\u2019\n81J.17 \u2018Lye still, lye still, Little Mossgrey,\nAnd keep me from the cold;\nIt\u2019s but my father\u2019s small sheep-herd,\nCalling his sheep to the fold.\u2019\n81J.18 With wrapped arms in bed they lay\nTill they fell both asleep,\nTill up and darts Barnabas himsell,\nAnd stood at their bed-fit.\n81J.19 \u2018How likest thou the bed, Mossgrey?\nAnd how loves thou the sheets?\nAnd how loves thou my lady fair,\nLyes in your arms and sleeps?\u2019\n81J.20 \u2018Well I love your bed,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And far better your sheets;\nBut foul may fa your lady fair,\nLyes in my arms and sleeps!\u2019\n81J.21 \u2018Rise, O rise, Little Mossgrey,\nPut on your hose and shoon;\nI\u2019ll neer hae\u2019t said in a far countrie\nI killed a naked man.\u2019\n81J.22 Slowly, slowly rose he up,\nAnd slowly put he on,\nAnd slowly down the stairs he goes,\nAnd thinking to be slain.\n81J.23 \u2018Here\u2019s two swords,\u2019 Barnabas said,\n\u2018I wad they cost me dear;\nTak thou the best, I\u2019ll tak the warst,\nWe\u2019ll try the battle here.\u2019\n81J.24 The first stroke that Mossgrey got,\nIt was baith sharp and sore;\nAnd the next stroke his lady got,\nOne word she neer spak more.\n81J.25 word she neer spak more.\n81J.25 \u2018Ye\u2019ll mak a coffin large and wide,\nAnd lay this couple in;\nAnd lay her head on his right hand,\nShe\u2019s come o the highest kin.\u2019\n81K: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81K.1 ITRR\u2019rrS four and twenty bonny boys\nWere playin at the ba,\nAnd out it cums Lord Barnet\u2019s ladie,\nAnd playit out ower them a\u2019.\n81K.2 And aye she shot it\u2019s Little Mousgray,\nAs clear as any sun:\n\u2018O what wad ye gie, it\u2019s Little Mousgray,\nIt\u2019s in O my arms to won?\u2019\n81K.3 \u2018For no, for no, my gay ladie,\nFor no, that maunna be;\nFor well ken I by the rings on your fingers,\nLord Barnet\u2019s ladie are ye.\u2019\n81K.4 When supper was over, and mass was sung,\nAnd a\u2019 man boun for bed,\nIt\u2019s Little Mousgray and that lady\nIn ae chamber was laid.\n81K.5 It\u2019s up and starts her little foot-page,\nJust up at her bed-feet:\n\u2018Hail weel, hail weel, my little foot-page,\nHail well this deed on me,\nAn ever I lee my life to brook,\nI\u2019se pay you well your fee.\u2019\n81K.6 Out it spaks it\u2019s Little Mousgray:\n\u2018I think I hear a horn blaw;\nShe blaws baith loud and shill at ilka turning of the tune,\nMousgray, gae ye your wa!\u2019\n81K.7 \u2018Lie still, lie still, it\u2019s Little Mousgray,\nHad the caul win frae my back;\nIt\u2019s bat my father\u2019s proud shepherds,\nThe\u2019re huntin their hogs to the fauld.\u2019\n81K.8 O up it starts the bold Barnet:\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n81K.9 \u2018Win up, win up, it\u2019s Little Mousgray,\nDraw ti your stockins and sheen;\nI winna have it for to be said\nI killed a naked man.\n81K.10 \u2018There is two swords in my scabbart,\nThey cost me many a pun;\nTak ye the best, and I the warst,\nAnd we sall to the green.\u2019\n81K.11 \u2018The firsten strok Lord Barnet strak,\nHe wound Mousgray very sore;\nThe nexten stroke Lord Barnet strak,\nMousgray spak never more.\n81K.12 O he\u2019s taen out a lang, lang brand,\nAnd stripped it athwart the straw,\nAnd throch and throu his ain ladie\nAnd he\u2019s gart it cum and ga.\n81K.13 There was nae main made for that ladie,\nIn bower whar she lay dead!\nBut a\u2019 was for her bonny young son,\nLay blobberin amang the bluid.\n81L: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81L.1 FOUR and twenty handsome youths\nWere a\u2019 playing at the ba,\nWhen forth it came him Little Munsgrove,\nThe flower out ower them a\u2019.\n81L.2 At times he lost, at times he wan,\nTill the noon-tide o the day,\nAnd four an twenty gay ladies\nWent out to view the play.\n81L.3 Some came down in white velvet,\nAnd other some in green;\nLord Burnett\u2019s lady in red scarlet,\nAnd shin\u2019d like ony queen.\n81L.4 Some came down in white velvet,\nAnd other some in pale;\nLord Burnett\u2019s lady in red scarlet,\nWhose beauty did excell.\n81L.5 She gae a glance out ower them a\u2019,\nAs beams dart frae the sun;\nShe fixed her eyes on Little Munsgrove,\nFor him her love lay on.\n81L.6 \u2018Gude day, gude day, ye handsome youth,\nGod make ye safe and free;\nWhat woud ye gie this day, Munsgrove,\nFor ae night in bower wi me?\u2019\n81L.7 \u2018I darena for my lands, lady,\nI darena for my life;\nI ken by the rings on your fingers\nYe are Lord Burnett\u2019s wife.\u2019\n81L.8 \u2018It woud na touch my heart, Munsgrove,\nNae mair than \u2019twoud my tae,\nTo see as much o his heart\u2019s blood\nAs twa brands coud let gae.\n81L.9 \u2018I hae a bower in fair Strathdon,\nAnd pictures round it sett,\nAnd I hae ordered thee, Munsgrove,\nIn fair Strathdon to sleep.\u2019\n81L.10 Her flattering words and fair speeches,\nThey were for him too strong,\nAnd she\u2019s prevailed on Little Munsgrove\nWith her to gang along.\n81L.11 When mass was sung, and bells were rung,\nAnd a\u2019 man bound for bed,\nLittle Munsgrove and that lady\nIn ae chamber were laid.\n81L.12 \u2018O what hire will ye gie your page,\nIf he the watch will keep,\nIn case that your gude lord come hame\nWhen we\u2019re fair fast asleep?\u2019\n81L.13 \u2018Siller, siller\u2019s be his wage,\nAnd gowd shall be his hire;\nBut if he speak ae word o this,\nHe\u2019ll die in a burning fire.\u2019\n81L.14 \u2018The promise that I make, Madam,\nI will stand to the same;\nI winna heal it an hour langer\nThan any master comes hame.\u2019\n81L.15 She\u2019s taen a sharp brand in her hand,\nBeing in the tidive hour;\nHe ran between her and the door,\nShe never saw him more.\n81L.16 Where he found the grass grow green,\nHe slacked his shoes an ran,\nAnd where he found the brigs broken,\nHe bent his bow an swam.\n81L.17 Lord Burnett ower a window lay,\nBeheld baith dale and down;\nAnd he beheld his ain foot-page\nCome hastening to the town.\n81L.18 \u2018What news, what news, my little wee boy,\nYe bring sae hastilie?\u2019\n\u2018Bad news, bad news, my master,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018As ye will plainly see.\u2019\n81L.19 \u2018Are any of my biggins brunt, my boy?\nOr are my woods hewed down?\nOr is my dear lady lighter yet,\nO dear daughter or son?\u2019\n81L.20 \u2018There are nane o your biggins brunt, master,\nNor are your woods hewn down;\nNor is your lady lighter yet,\nO dear daughter nor son.\n81L.21 \u2018But ye\u2019ve a bower in fair Strathdon,\nAnd pictures round it sett,\nWhere your lady and Little Munsgrove\nIn fair Strathdon do sleep.\u2019\n81L.22 \u2018O had your tongue! why talk you so\nAbout my gay ladye?\nShe is a gude and chaste woman\nAs in the North Countrie.\u2019\n81L.23 \u2018A word I dinna lie, my lord,\nA word I dinna lie;\nAnd if ye winna believe my word,\nYour ain twa een shall see.\u2019\n81L.24 \u2018Gin this be a true tale ye tell,\nThat ye have tauld to me,\nI\u2019ll wed you to my eldest daughter,\nAnd married you shall be.\n81L.25 \u2018But if it be a fause story\nThat ye hae tauld to me,\nA high gallows I\u2019ll gar be built,\nAnd hanged shall ye be.\u2019\n81L.26 He\u2019s called upon his landlady,\nThe reckoning for to pay,\nAnd pulled out twa hands fou o gowd;\nSays, We\u2019ll reckon anither day.\n81L.27 He called upon his stable-groom,\nTo saddle for him his steed,\nAnd trampled ower yon rocky hills\nTill his horse hoofs did bleed.\n81L.28 There was a man in Lord Burnett\u2019s train\nWas ane o Munsgrove\u2019s kin,\nAnd aye as fast as the horsemen rade,\nSae nimbly\u2019s he did rin.\n81L.29 He set a horn to his mouth,\nAnd he blew loud and sma,\nAnd aye at every sounding\u2019s end,\n\u2018Awa, Munsgrove, awa!\u2019\n81L.30 Then up it raise him Little Munsgrove,\nAnd drew to him his sheen;\n\u2018Lye still, lye still,\u2019 the lady she cried,\n\u2018Why get ye up sae seen?\u2019\n81L.31 \u2018I think I hear a horn blaw,\nAnd it blaws loud and sma;\nAnd aye at every sounding\u2019s end,\nAwa, Munsgrove, awa!\u2019\n81L.32 \u2018Lye still, lye still, ye Little Munsgrove,\nHad my back frae the wind;\nIt\u2019s but my father\u2019s proud shepherd,\nCaing his hogs to town.\u2019\n81L.33 \u2018I think I hear a horn blaw,\nAnd it blaws loud and shrill,\nAnd aye at every sounding\u2019s end\nBids Munsgrove take the hill.\u2019\n81L.34 \u2018Lye still, my boy, lye still, my sweet,\nHad my back frae the cauld;\nIt\u2019s but the sugh o the westlin wind,\nBlawing ower the birks sae bauld.\u2019\n81L.35 He turned him right and round about,\nAnd he fell fast asleep;\nWhen up it started Lord Burnett,\nAnd stood at their bed-feet.\n81L.36 \u2018Is\u2019t for love o my blankets, Munsgrove?\nOr is\u2019t for love o my sheets?\nOr is\u2019t for love o my gay lady?\nSae soun in your arms she sleeps!\u2019\n81L.37 \u2018It\u2019s nae for love o your blankets, my lord,\nNor yet for love o your sheets;\nBut wae be to your gay ladye,\nSae soun in my arms she sleeps!\u2019\n81L.38 \u2018Win up, win up, ye Little Munsgrove,\nPut all your armour an;\nIt\u2019s never be said anither day\nI killed a naked man.\n81L.39 \u2018I hae twa brands in ae scabbard,\nCost me merks twenty-nine;\nTake ye the best, gie me the warst,\nFor ye\u2019re the weakest man.\u2019\n81L.40 The firs an stroke that Munsgrove drew\nWounded Lord Burnett sair;\nThe next an stroke Lord Burnett drew,\nMunsgrove he spake nae mair.\n81L.41 He turned him to his ladye then,\nAnd thus to her said he:\n\u2018All the time we\u2019ve led our life\nI neer thought this o thee.\n81L.42 \u2018How like ye now this well-faird face,\nThat stands straight by your side?\nOr will ye hate this ill-faird face,\nLyes weltering in his blude?\u2019\n81L.43 \u2018O better love I this well-faird face,\nLyes weltering in his blude,\nThen eer I\u2019ll do this ill-faird face,\nThat stands straight by my side.\u2019\n81L.44 Then he\u2019s taen out a sharp dagger,\nIt was baith keen and smart,\nAnd he has wounded that gay ladye\nA deep wound to the heart.\n81L.45 \u2018A grave, a grave,\u2019 cried Lord Burnett,\n\u2018To bury these two in;\nAnd lay my ladye in the highest flat,\nShe\u2019s chiefest o the kin.\n81L.46 \u2018A grave, a grave,\u2019 said Lord Burnett,\n\u2018To bury these two in;\nLay Munsgrove in the lowest flat,\nHe\u2019s deepest in the sin.\n81L.47 \u2018Ye\u2019ll darken my windows up secure,\nWi staunchions round about,\nAnd there is not a living man\nShall eer see me walk out.\n81L.48 \u2018Nae mair fine clothes my body deck,\nNor kame gang in my hair,\nNor burning coal nor candle light\nShine in my bower mair.\u2019\n81M: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81M.1 IT fell upon a Martinmas time,\nWhen the nobles were a\u2019 drinking wine,\nThat Little Mushiegrove to the kirk he did go,\nFor to see the ladies come in.\n81N: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81N.1 \u2018HOW do you like my rug?\u2019 he said,\n\u2018And how do you like my sheets?\nAnd how do you like my false ladie,\nThat lies in your arms asleep?\u2019\n81N.2 \u2018Well I like your rug my lord,\nAnd well I like your sheets;\nBut better than all your fair ladie,\nThat lies in my arms asleep.\u2019\n81[O]: Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard\n81[O].1 There was four-and-twenty ladies\nAssembled at a ball,\nAnd who being there but the king\u2019s wife,\nThe fairest of them all.\n81[O.2] She put her eye on the Moss Groves,\nMoss Groves put his eye upon she:\n\u2018How would you like, my little Moss Groves,\nOne night to tarry with me?\u2019\n81[O.3] \u2018To sleep one night with you, fair lady,\nIt would cause a wonderful sight;\nFor I know by the ring upon your hand\nYou are the king\u2019s wife.\u2019\n81[O.4] \u2018If I am the king\u2019s wife,\nI mean him to beguile;\nFor he has gone on a long distance,\nAnd won\u2019t be back for a while.\u2019\n81[O.5] Up spoke his brother,\nAn angry man was he;\n\u2018Another night I\u2019ll not stop in the castle\nTill my brother I\u2019ll go see.\u2019\n81[O.6] When he come to his brother,\nHe was in a hell of a fright:\n\u2018Get up, get up, brother dear!\nThere\u2019s a man in bed with your wife.\u2019\n81[O.7] \u2018If it\u2019s true you tell unto me,\nA man I\u2019ll make of thee;\nIf it\u2019s a lie you tell unto me,\nIt\u2019s slain thou shalt be.\u2019\n81[O.8] When he came to his hall,\nThe bells begun to ring,\nAnd all the birds upon the bush\nThey begun to sing.\n81[O.9] \u2018How do you like my covering-cloths?\nAnd how do you like my sheets?\nHow do you like my lady fair,\nAll night in her arms to sleep?\u2019\n81[O.10] \u2018Your covering-cloths I like right well,\nFar better than your sheets;\nFar better than all your lady fair,\nAll night in her arms to sleep.\u2019\n81[O.11] \u2018Get up, get up now, little Moss Groves,\nYour clothing do put on;\nIt shall never be said in all England\nThat I drew on a naked man.\n81[O.12] \u2018There is two swords all in the castle\nThat cost me very dear;\nYou take the best, and I the worst,\nAnd let\u2019s decide it here.\u2019\n81[O.13] The very first blow Moss Groves he gave,\nHe wounded the king most sore;\nThe very first blow the king gave him,\nMoss Groves he struck no more.\n81[O.14] She lifted up his dying head\nAnd kissed his cheek and chin:\n\u2018I\u2019d sooner have you now, little Moss Groves,\nThan all their castles or kings.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 81. Little Musgrave and Lady Barnard","type":"page"}