{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch110.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch110.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch110.htm","text":"110A.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s daughter\nCame triping on the way,\nAnd there she met a courteous knight,\nWhich caused her to stay\nRefrain: Sing trang sil do lee\n110A.2 \u2018Good morrow to you, beautious maid,\u2019\nThese words pronounced he;\n\u2018O I shall dye this day,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018If I have not my will of thee.\u2019\n110A.3 \u2018The Lord forbid,\u2019 the maid reply\u2019d,\n\u2018That such a thing should be,\nThat ever such a courteous yong knight\nShould dye for love of me.\u2019\n110A.4 He took her by the middle so small,\nAnd laid her down on the plain,\nAnd after he had had his will,\nHe took her up again.\n110A.5 \u2018Now you have had your wil, good sir,\nAnd put my body thus to shame,\nEven as you are a courteous knight,\nTel me what is your name.\u2019\n110A.6 \u2018Some men do call me Jack, sweet heart,\nAnd some do call me John,\nBut when I come to the king\u2019s [fair] court,\nThey call me Sweet William.\u2019\n110A.7 He set his foot in the stirrop,\nAnd away then did he ride;\nShe tuckt her kirtle about her middle,\nAnd run close by his side.\n110A.8 But when she came to the broad water,\nShe set her brest and swom,\nAnd when she was got out again,\nShe took her heels and run.\n110A.9 He never was the courteous knight\nTo say, Fair maid, will you ride?\nNor she never was so loving a maid\nTo say, Sir Knight, abide.\n110A.10 But when she came to the king\u2019s fair court,\nShe knocked at the ring;\nSo ready was the king himself\nTo let his fair maid in.\n110A.11 \u2018O Christ you save, my gracious leige,\nYour body christ save and see!\nYou have got a knight within your court\nThis day hath robbed me.\n110A.12 \u2018What hath he robbed thee of, fair maid?\nOf purple or of pall?\nOr hath he took thy gay gold ring,\nFrom off thy finger small?\u2019\n110A.13 \u2018He hath not robbed me, my liege,\nOf purple nor of pall;\nBut he hath got my maidenhead,\nWhich grieves me worst of all.\u2019\n110A.14 \u2018Now if he be a batchelor,\nHis body I\u2019le give to thee;\nBut if he be a married man,\nHigh hanged shall he be.\u2019\n110A.15 He called down his merry men all,\nBy one, by two, and by three;\nSweet William was us\u2019d to be the first,\nBut now the last comes hee.\n110A.16 He brought her down full forty pound,\nTy\u2019d up with[in] a glove:\n\u2018Fair maid, I give the same to the,\nAnd seek another love.\u2019\n110A.17 \u2018O I\u2019le have none of your gold,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor I\u2019le have none of your fee;\nBut I must have your fair body\nThe king hath given me.\u2019\n110A.18 Sweet William ran and fetcht her then\nFive hundred pound in gold,\nSaying, Fair maid, take this unto thee;\nThy fault will never be told.\n110A.19 \u2018\u2019Tis not your gold that shall me tempt,\u2019\nThese words then answered she,\n\u2018But I must have your own body;\nSo the king hath granted me.\u2019\n110A.20 \u2018Would I had drank the fair water\nWhen I did drink the wine,\nThat ever any shepherd\u2019s daughter\nShould be a fair lady of mine!\n110A.21 \u2018Would I had drunk the puddle-water\nWhen I did drink the ale,\nThat ever any shepherd\u2019s daughter\nShould have told me such a tale!\u2019\n110A.22 \u2018A shepheard\u2019s daughter as I was,\nYou might have let me be;\nI\u2019d never come to the king\u2019s fair court\nTo have craved any love of thee.\u2019\n110A.23 He set her on a milk-white steed,\nAnd himselfe upon a gray;\nHe hung a bugle about his neck,\nAnd so they rode away.\n110A.24 But when they came unto the place\nWhere marriage rites were done,\nShe provd her selfe a duke\u2019s daughter,\nAnd he but a squire\u2019s son.\n110A.25 \u2018Now you have married me, sir knight,\nYour pleasures may be free;\nIf you make me lady of one good town,\nI\u2019le make you lord of three.\u2019\n110A.26 \u2018Accursed be the gold,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018If thou hadst not bin true,\nThat should have parted thee from me,\nTo have chang\u2019d thee for a new.\u2019\n110A.27 Their hearts being then so linked fast,\nAnd joyning hand in hand,\nHe had both purse and person too,\nAnd all at his command.\n110B: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110B.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s dochter\nKept sheep upon yon hill,\nAnd by cam a gay braw gentleman,\nAnd wad hae had his will.\n110B.2 He took her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd laid her on the ground,\nAnd whan he got his will o her\nHe lift her up again.\n110B.3 \u2018O syne ye\u2019ve got your will o me,\nYour will o me ye\u2019ve taen,\n\u2019Tis all I ask o you, kind sir,\nIs to tell to me your name.\u2019\n110B.4 \u2018Sometimes they call me Jack,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Sometimes they call me John,\nBut whan I am in the king\u2019s court,\nMy name is Wilfu Will.\u2019\n110B.5 Then he loup on his milk-white steed,\nAnd straught away he rade,\nAnd she did kilt her petticoats,\nAnd after him she gaed.\n110B.6 He never was sae kind as say,\nO lassie, will ye ride?\nNor ever had she the courage to say,\nO laddie, will ye bide!\n110B.7 Until they cam to a wan water,\nWhich was called Clyde,\nAnd then he turned about his horse,\nSaid, Lassie, will ye ride?\n110B.8 \u2018I learned it in my father\u2019s hall,\nI learned it for my weel,\nThat whan I come to deep water,\nI can swim as it were an eel.\n110B.9 \u2018I learned it in my mother\u2019s bower,\nI learned it for my better,\nThat whan I come to broad water,\nI can swim like ony otter.\u2019\n110B.10 He plunged his steed into the ford,\nAnd straught way thro he rade,\nAnd she set in her lilly feet,\nAnd thro the water wade.\n110B.11 And whan she cam to the king\u2019s court,\nShe tirled on the pin,\nAnd wha sae ready\u2019s the king himsel\nTo let the fair maid in?\n110B.12 \u2018What is your will wi me, fair maid?\nWhat is your will wi me?\u2019\n\u2018There is a man into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110B.13 \u2018O has he taen your gold,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or has he taen your fee?\nOr has he stown your maidenhead,\nThe flower of your bodye?\u2019\n110B.14 \u2018He has na taen my gold, kind sir,\nNor as little has he taen my fee,\nBut he has taen my maidenhead,\nThe flower of my bodye.\u2019\n110B.15 \u2018O gif he be a married man,\nHigh hangit shall he be,\nBut gif he be a bachelor,\nHis body I\u2019ll grant thee.\u2019\n110B.16 \u2018Sometimes they call him Jack,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Sometimes they call him John,\nBut whan he\u2019s in the king\u2019s court,\nHis name is Sweet William.\u2019\n110B.17 \u2018There\u2019s not a William in a\u2019 my court,\nNever a one but three,\nAnd one of them is the Queen\u2019s brother;\nI wad laugh gif it war he.\u2019\n110B.18 The king called on his merry men,\nBy thirty and by three;\nSweet Willie, wha used to be foremost man,\nWas the hindmost a\u2019 but three.\n110B.19 O he cam cripple, and he cam blind,\nCam twa-fald oer a tree:\n\u2018O be he cripple, or be he blind,\nThis very same man is he.\u2019\n110B.20 \u2018O whether will ye marry the bonny may,\nOr hang on the gallows-tree?\u2019\n\u2018O I will rather marry the bonny may,\nAfore that I do die.\u2019\n110B.21 But he took out a purse of gold,\nWeel locked in a glove:\n\u2018O tak ye that, my bonny may,\nAnd seek anither love.\u2019\n110B.22 \u2018O I will hae none o your gold,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor as little ony of your fee,\nBut I will hae your ain body,\nThe king has granted me.\u2019\n110B.23 O he took out a purse of gold,\nA purse of gold and store;\n\u2018O tak ye that, fair may,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Frae me ye\u2019ll neer get mair.\u2019\n110B.24 \u2018O haud your tongue, young man,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And I pray you let me be;\nFor I will hae your ain body,\nThe king has granted me.\u2019\n110B.25 He mounted her on a bonny bay horse,\nHimsel on the silver grey;\nHe drew his bonnet out oer his een,\nHe whipt and rade away.\n110B.26 O whan they cam to yon nettle bush,\nThe nettles they war spread:\n\u2018O an my mither war but here,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018These nettles she wad sued.\u2019\n110B.27 \u2018O an I had drank the wan water\nWhan I did drink the wine,\nThat eer a shepherd\u2019s dochter\nShould hae been a love o mine!\u2019\n110B.28 \u2018O may be I\u2019m a shepherd\u2019s dochter,\nAnd may be I am nane;\nBut you might hae ridden on your ways,\nAnd hae let me alane.\u2019\n110B.29 O whan they cam unto yon mill,\nShe heard the mill clap:\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n110B.30 \u2018Clap on, clap on, thou bonny mill,\nWeel may thou, I say,\nFor mony a time thou\u2019s filled my pock\nWi baith oat-meal and grey.\u2019\n110B.31 \u2018O an I had drank the wan water\nWhan I did drink the wine,\nThat eer a shepherd\u2019s dochter\nShould hae been a love o mine!\u2019\n110B.32 \u2018O may be I\u2019m a shepherd\u2019s dochter,\nAnd may be I am nane;\nBut you might hae ridden on your ways,\nAnd hae let me alane.\n110B.33 \u2018But yet I think a fitter match\nCould scarcely gang thegither\nThan the King of France\u2019s auld dochter\nAnd the Queen of Scotland\u2019s brither.\u2019\n110C: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110C.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s dochter\nKept sheep on yonder hill;\nBye cam a knicht frae the High College,\nAnd he wad hae his will.\n110C.2 Whan he had got his wills o her,\nHis will as he has taen:\n\u2018Wad ye be sae gude and kind\nAs tell to me your name?\u2019\n110C.3 \u2018Some ca\u2019s me Jock, some ca\u2019s me John,\nSome disna ken my name,\nBut whan I\u2019m into the king\u2019s court,\nMitchcock is my name.\u2019\n110C.4 \u2018Mitchcock! hey!\u2019 the lady did say,\nAnd spelt it oure again;\n\u2018If that\u2019s your name in the Latin tongue,\nEarl Richard is your name!\u2019\n110C.5 O jumpt he upon his horse,\nAnd said he wad go ride;\nKilted she her green claithing,\nAnd said she wad na bide.\n110C.6 The knicht rade on, the lady ran,\nA live-lang simmer\u2019s day,\nTill they cam to a wan water\nWas calld the river Tay.\n110C.7 \u2018Jump on behind, ye weill-faurd may,\nOr do ye chuse to ride?\u2019\n\u2018No thank ye, sir,\u2019 the lady said,\n\u2018I rather chuse to wade;\u2019\nAnd afore that he was mid-water,\nShe was at the ither side.\n110C.8 \u2018Turn back, turn back, ye weill-faurd may,\nMy heart will brak in three:\u2019\n\u2018And sae did mine in yon bonny hill-side,\nWhan ye wad [na] lat me be.\u2019\n110C.9 \u2018Whare gat ye that gay claithing\nThis day I see on thee?\u2019\n\u2018My mither was a gude milk-nurse,\nAnd a gude nourice was she;\nShe nursd the Earl of Stockford\u2019s daughter,\nAnd gat aw this to me.\u2019\n110C.10 Whan she cam to the king\u2019s court,\nShe rappit wi a ring;\nSae ready as the king himsel\nWas to let the lady in!\n110C.11 \u2018There is a knicht into your court\nThis day has robbed me:\u2019\n\u2018O has he taen your gowd,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or has he taen your fee?\u2019\n110C.12 \u2018He has na taen my gowd,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor yet has he my fee;\nBut he has taen my maiden-head,\nThe flowr o my fair bodie.\u2019\n110C.13 Then out bespak the queen hersel,\nWha sat by the king\u2019s knee:\nThere\u2019s na a knicht in aw our court\nWad hae dune that to thee,\nUnless it war my brither, Earl Richard,\nAnd forbid it it war he!\n110C.14 Wad ye ken your love,\nAmang a hunder men?\n\u2018I wad,\u2019 said the bonnie ladie,\n\u2018Amang five hunder and ten.\u2019\n110C.15 The king made aw his merry men pass,\nBy ane, by twa, and three;\nEarl Richard us\u2019d to be the first man,\nBut he was hinmost man that day.\n110C.16 He cam hauping on ane foot,\nAnd winking with ae ee;\nBut \u2018Ha! ha!\u2019 said the bonnie ladie,\n\u2018That same young man are ye.\u2019\n110C.17 He\u2019s taen her up to a hie towr-head\nAnd offerd her hunder punds in a glove:\n\u2018Gin ye be a courteous maid,\nYe\u2019ll choice anither love.\u2019\n110C.18 \u2018What care I for your hunder pund?\nNa mair than ye wad for mine;\nWhat\u2019s a hunder pund to me,\nTo a marriage wi a king!\u2019\n110C.19 Whan the marriage it was oure,\nAnd ilk ane took them horse,\n\u2018It never set a beggar\u2019s brat\nAt nae knicht\u2019s back to be.\u2019\n110C.20 The ladie met wi a beggar-wife,\nAnd gied her half o crown:\n\u2018Tell aw your neebours, whan ye gang hame,\nThat Earl Richard\u2019s your gude-son.\u2019\n110C.21 \u2018O hold your tongue, ye beggar\u2019s brat,\nMy heart will brak in three;\u2019\n\u2018And sae did mine on yon bonny hill-side,\nWhan ye wad na let me be.\u2019\n110C.22 Whan she cam to yon nettle-dyke,\n. . . . .\n\u2018An my auld mither she was here,\nSae weill as she wad ye pu.\n110C.23 \u2018She wad boil ye weill, and butter ye weill,\nAnd sup till she war fu,\nAnd lay her head upon her dish-doup,\nAnd sleep like onie sow.\u2019\n110C.24 Whan she cam to Earl Richard\u2019s house,\nThe sheets war holland fine:\n\u2018O haud awa thae linen sheets,\nAnd bring to me the linsey clouts\nI hae been best used in.\u2019\n110C.25 [\u2018Awa, awa wi your siller spoons,\nHaud them awa frae me;\nIt would set me better to feed my flocks\nWi the brose-cap on my knee:\nSae bring to me the gude ram\u2019s horn,\nThe spoons I\u2019ve been used wi.\u2019]\n110C.26 \u2018Hold your tongue, ye beggar\u2019s brat,\nMy heart will brak in three;\u2019\n\u2018And sae did mine on yon bonnie hillside,\nWhan ye wadna lat me be.\u2019\n110C.27 \u2018I wish I had drank the well-water\nWhan first I drank the wine!\nNever a shepherd\u2019s dochter\nWad hae been a love o mine.\n110C.28 \u2018O I wish I\u2019d drank the well-water\nWhan first I drank the beer,\nThat ever a shepherd\u2019s dochter\nShoud hae been my only dear!\u2019\n* * * * *\n110C.29 \u2018Ye\u2019ll turn about, Earl Richard,\nAnd mak some mair o me;\nAn ye mak me lady o ae puir plow,\nI can mak ye laird o three.\u2019\n110C.30 \u2018If ye be the Earl of Stockford\u2019s dochter,\nAs I\u2019ve taen some thouchts ye be,\nAft hae I waited at your father\u2019s yett,\nBut your face I coud never see.\u2019\n110D: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110D.* * * *\nAND he was never sae discreet\nAs bid her loup on and ride,\nAnd she was neer sae meanly bred\nAs for to bid him bide.\n110D.2 And whan she cam to yon water,\nIt was running like a flude:\n\u2018I\u2019ve learned it in my mither\u2019s bouer,\nI\u2019ve learned it for my gude,\nThat I can soum this wan water\nLike a fish in a flude.\n110D.3 \u2018I\u2019ve learned it in my father\u2019s bouer,\nI\u2019ve learned it for my better,\nAnd I will soum this wan water\nAs tho I was ane otter.\u2019\n* * * * *\n110D.4 \u2018Gude day, gude day, my liege the king,\nGude day, gude day, to thee;\u2019\n\u2018Gude day,\u2019 quoth he, \u2019My lady fair,\nWhat want ye wi me?\u2019\n* * * * *\n110D.5 \u2018Gin he be a single man,\nHis bodie I\u2019ll gie thee;\nBut gin he be a married man,\nI\u2019ll hang him on a tree.\u2019\n* * * * *\n110D.6 He\u2019s powd out a hundred punds,\nWeel lockit in a glove;\n. . . .\n. . . .\n110D.7 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o your gowd,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor either o your fee;\nBut I will hae your ain bodie\nThe king has granted me.\u2019\n110D.8 \u2018O was ye gentle gotten, maid?\nOr was ye gentle born?\nOr hae ye onie gerss growing?\nOr hae ye onie corn?\n110D.9 \u2018Or hae ye onie lands or rents,\nLying at libertie?\nOr hae ye onie education,\nTo dance alang wi me?\u2019\n110D.10 \u2018I was na gentle gotten, madam,\nNor was I gentle born;\nNeither hae I gerss growing,\nNor hae I onie corn.\n110D.11 \u2018I have na onie lands or rents,\nLying at libertie;\nNor hae I onie education,\nTo dance alang wi thee.\u2019\n110D.12 He lap on ae milk-white steed,\nAnd she lap on anither,\nAnd then the twa rade out the way\nLike sister and like brither.\n110D.13 And whan she cam to Tyne\u2019s water,\nShe wililie did say,\nFareweil, ye mills o Tyne\u2019s water,\nWith thee I bid gude-day.\n110D.14 Fareweil, ye mills o Tyne\u2019s water,\nTo you I bid gud-een,\nWhare monie a day I hae filld my pock,\nBaith at midnicht and at een.\n* * * * *\n110D.15 Whan they cam to her father\u2019s yett,\nShe tirled on the pin;\nAnd an auld belly-blind man was sitting there,\nAs they war entering in.\n110D.16 \u2018The meetest marriage,\u2019 the belly-blind did cry,\n\u2018Atween the ane and the ither,\nAtween the Earl of Stockford\u2019s dochter\nAnd the Queen o England\u2019s brither.\u2019\n110E: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110E.1 EARL RICHARD, once upon a day,\nAnd all his valiant men so wight,\nHe did him down to Barnisdale,\nWhere all the land is fair and light.\n110E.2 He was aware of a damosel-+-\nI wot fast on she did her bound-+-\nWith towers of gold upon her head,\nAs fair a woman as could be found.\n110E.3 He said, Busk on you, fair ladye,\nThe white flowers and the red;\nFor I would give my bonnie ship\nTo get your maidenhead.\n110E.4 \u2018I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive,\nAnd drown you in the sea;\nFor all this would not mend the miss\nThat ye would do to me.\u2019\n\u2018The miss is not so great, ladye;\nSoon mended it might be.\n110E.5 \u2018I have four an twenty mills in Scotland,\nStands on the water of Tay;\nYou\u2019ll have them, and as much flour\nAs they\u2019ll grind in a day.\u2019\n110E.6 \u2018I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive,\nAnd drown you in the sea;\nFor all that would not mend the miss\nThat ye would do to me.\u2019\n\u2018The miss is not so great, ladye;\nSoon mended it will be.\n110E.7 \u2018I have four an twenty milk-white cows,\nAll calved in a day;\nYou\u2019ll have them, and as much haind grass\nAs they all on can gae.\u2019\n110E.8 \u2018I wish your bonnie ship rent and rive,\nAnd drown you in the sea;\nFor all that would not mend the miss\nThat ye would do to me.\u2019\n\u2018The miss is not so great, ladye;\nSoon mended it might be.\n110E.9 \u2018I have four an twenty milk-white steeds,\nAll foaled in one year;\nYou\u2019ll have them, and as much red gold\nAs all their backs can bear.\u2019\n110E.10 She turned her right and round about,\nAnd she swore by the mold;\n\u2018I would not be your love,\u2019 said she,\n\u2018For that church full of gold.\u2019\n110E.11 He turned him right and round about,\nAnd he swore by the mess;\nSays, Ladye, ye my love shall be,\nAnd gold ye shall have less.\n110E.12 She turned her right and round about,\nAnd she swore by the moon;\n\u2018I would not be your love,\u2019 says she,\n\u2018For all the gold in Rome.\u2019\n110E.13 He turned him right and round about,\nAnd he swore by the moon;\nSays, Ladye, ye my love shall be,\nAnd gold ye shall have none.\n110E.14 He caught her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve,\nAnd there has taken his will of her,\nWholly without her leave.\n110E.15 The ladye frownd, and sadly blushd,\nAnd oh, but she thought shame!\nSays, If you are a knight at all,\nYou surely will tell me your name.\n110E.16 \u2018In some places they call me Jack,\nIn other some they call me John;\nBut when into the queen\u2019s court,\nO then Lithcock it is my name!\u2019\n110E.17 \u2018Lithcock! Lithcock!\u2019 the ladye said,\nAnd oft she spelt it ower again;\n\u2018Lithcock! it\u2019s Latin,\u2019 the ladye said,\n\u2018Richard\u2019s the English of that name.\u2019\n110E.18 The knight he rode, the ladye ran,\nA live-long summer\u2019s day,\nTill they came to the wan water\nThat all men do call Tay.\n110E.19 He set his horse head to the water,\nJust thro it for to ride,\nAnd the ladye was as ready as him\nThe waters for to wade.\n110E.20 For he had never been as kind-hearted\nAs to bid the ladye ride,\nAnd she had never been so low-hearted\nAs for to bid him bide.\n110E.21 But deep into the wan water\nThere stands a great big stone;\nHe turned his wight horse head about,\nSaid Ladye fair, will ye loup on?\n110E.22 She\u2019s taken the wand was in her hand\nAnd struck it on the faem,\nAnd before he got the middle-stream\nThe ladye was on dry land:\n\u2018By help of God and our Lady,\nMy help lyes not in your hand!\n110E.23 \u2018I learned it from my mother dear,\nFew are there that have learned better,\nWhen I come to deep water,\nI can swim thro like ony otter.\n110E.24 \u2018I learned it from my mother dear,\nI find I learnd it for my weel,\nWhen I come to a deep water,\nI can swim thro like ony eel.\u2019\n110E.25 \u2018Turn back, turn back, you ladye fair,\nYou know not what I see;\nThere is a ladye in that castle\nThat will burn you and me.\u2019\n\u2018Betide me weel, betide me wae,\nThat ladye I will see.\u2019\n110E.26 She took a ring from her finger,\nAnd gave it the porter for his fee;\nSays, Take you that, my good porter,\nAnd bid the queen speak to me.\n110E.27 And when she came before the queen,\nThere she fell low down on her knee;\nSays, There is a knight into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\n110E.28 \u2018O has he robbed you of your gold,\nOr has he robbed you of your fee?\u2019\n\u2018He has not robbed me of my gold,\nHe has not robbed me of my fee;\nHe has robbed me of my maidenhead,\nThe fairest flower of my bodie.\u2019\n110E.29 \u2018There is no knight in all my court,\nThat thus has robbed thee,\nBut you\u2019ll have the truth of his right hand,\nOr else for your sake he\u2019ll die:\n110E.30 \u2018Tho it were Earl Richard, my own brother,\nAnd, Oh, forbid that it be!\u2019\nThen sighing said the ladye fair,\nI wot the same man is he.\n110E.31 The queen called on her merry men,\nEven fifty men and three;\nEarl Richard used to be the first man,\nBut now the hindmost man was he.\n110E.32 He\u2019s taken out one hundred pounds,\nAnd told it in his glove;\nSays, Take you that, my ladye fair,\nAnd seek another love.\n110E.33 \u2018Oh, no! oh, no!\u2019 the ladye cried,\n\u2018That\u2019s what shall never be;\nI\u2019ll have the truth of your right hand,\nThe queen it gave to me.\u2019\n110E.34 [\u2018I wish I\u2019d drunken your water, sister,\nWhen I did drink thus of your ale,\nThat for a carl\u2019s fair daughter\nIt does me gar dree all this bale!]\n110E.35 \u2018I wish I had drunk of your water, sister,\nWhen I did drink your wine,\nThat for a carle\u2019s fair daughter\nIt does gar me dree all this pine!\u2019\n110E.36 \u2018May be I am a carle\u2019s daughter,\nAnd may be never nane;\nWhen ye met me in the greenwood,\nWhy did you not let me alane?\u2019\n110E.37 \u2018Will you wear the short clothes,\nOr will you wear the side?\nOr will you walk to your wedding,\nOr will you till it ride?\u2019\n110E.38 \u2018I will not wear the short clothes,\nBut I will wear the side;\nI will not walk to my wedding,\nBut I to it will ride.\u2019\n110E.39 When he was set upon the horse,\nThe lady him behin,\nThen cauld and eerie were the words\nThe twa had them between.\n110E.40 She said, Good e\u2019en, ye nettles tall,\nJust there where ye grow at the dyke;\nIf the auld carline my mother were here,\nSae weel\u2019s she would your pates pyke!\n110E.41 How she would stap you in her poke-+-\nI wot at that she wadna fail-+-\nAnd boil ye in her auld brass pan,\nAnd of ye make right good kail!\n110E.42 And she would meal you with millering,\nThat she gathers at the mill,\nAnd make you thick as ony daigh:\nAnd when the pan was brimful,\n110E.43 Would mess you up in scuttle-dishes,\nSyne bid us sup till we were fou,\nLay down her head upon a poke,\nThen sleep and snore like ony sow.\n110E.44 \u2018Away, away, you bad woman!\nFor all your vile words grieveth me;\nWhen you hide so little for yourself,\nI\u2019m sure ye\u2019ll hide far less for me.\n110E.45 \u2018I wish I had drunk your water, sister,\nWhen that I did drink of your wine,\nSince for a carle\u2019s fair daughter,\nIt aye gars me dree all this pine.\u2019\n110E.46 \u2018May be I am a carle\u2019s daughter,\nAnd may be never nane;\nWhen ye met me in the good greenwood,\nWhy did you not let me alane?\n110E.47 \u2018Gude een, gude een, ye heather-berries,\nAs ye\u2019re growing on yon hill;\nIf the auld carline and her bags were here,\nI wot she would get meat her fill.\n110E.48 \u2018Late, late at night, I knit our pokes,\nWith even four an twenty knots;\nAnd in the morn at breakfast time\nI\u2019ll carry the keys of an earl\u2019s locks.\n110E.49 \u2018Late, late at night, I knit our pokes,\nWith even four an twenty strings;\nAnd if you look to my white fingers,\nThey have as many gay gold rings.\u2019\n110E.50 \u2018Away, away, ye ill woman!\nSo sore your vile words grieveth me;\nWhen you hide so little for yourself,\nI\u2019m sure ye\u2019ll hide far less for me.\n110E.51 \u2018But if you are a carle\u2019s daughter,\nAs I take you to be,\nHow did you get the gay cloathing\nIn greenwood ye had on thee?\n110E.52 \u2018My mother, she\u2019s a poor woman,\nShe nursed earl\u2019s chidren three,\nAnd I got them from a foster-sister,\nFor to beguile such sparks as thee.\u2019\n110E.53 \u2018But if you be a carle\u2019s daughter,\nAs I believe you be,\nHow did you learn the good Latin\nIn greenwood ye spoke to me?\u2019\n110E.54 \u2018My mother, she\u2019s a mean woman,\nShe nursd earl\u2019s children three;\nI learnt it from their chaplain,\nTo beguile such sparks as ye.\u2019\n110E.55 When mass was sung, and bells were rung,\nAnd all men bound for bed,\nThen Earl Richard and this ladye\nIn ae bed they were laid.\n110E.56 He turned his face unto the stock,\nAnd she her\u2019s to the stane,\nAnd cauld and dreary was the love\nThat was these twa between.\n110E.57 Great mirth was in the kitchen,\nLikewise intill the ha,\nBut in his bed lay Earl Richard,\nWiping the tears awa.\n110E.58 He wept till he fell fast asleep,\nThen slept till light was come;\nThen he did hear the gentlemen\nThat talked in the room:\n110E.59 Said, Saw ye ever a fitter match,\nBetwixt the ane and ither,\nThe king of Scotland\u2019s fair dochter\nAnd the queen of England\u2019s brither?\n110E.60 \u2018And is she the king o Scotland\u2019s fair dochter?\nThis day, O weel is me!\nFor seven times has my steed been saddled,\nTo come to court with thee;\nAnd with this witty lady fair,\nHow happy must I be!\u2019\n110F: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110F.1 EARL LITHGOW he\u2019s a hunting gane,\nUpon a summer\u2019s day,\nAnd he\u2019s fa\u2019en in with a weel-far\u2019d maid,\nWas gathering at the slaes.\n110F.2 He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve;\nHe led her to the foot of a tree,\nAt her he spierd nae leave.\n110F.3 The lassie being well learned,\nShe turned her right around;\nSays, Will ye be as good, kind sir,\nAs tell to me your name?\n110F.4 \u2018Whiles they call me Jack,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And whiles they call me John;\nBut when I\u2019m in the queen\u2019s high court,\nEarl Litchcock is my name.\u2019\n110F.5 The lassie being well learned,\nShe spelld it ower again;\nSays, Litchcock is a Latin word,\nBut Lithgow is your name.\n110F.6 The lassie being well learned,\nShe spelld it ower again;\nSays, Lithgow is a gentle word,\nBut Richard is your name.\n110F.7 She has kilted her green claithing\nA little abeen her knee;\nThe gentleman rode, and the lassie ran,\nTill at the water o Dee.\n110F.8 When they were at the water o Dee,\nAnd at the narrow side,\nHe turned about his high horse head,\nSays, Lassie, will ye ride?\n110F.9 \u2018I learned it in my mother\u2019s bower,\nI wish I had learned it better,\nWhen I came to this wan water,\nTo swim like ony otter.\n110F.10 \u2018I learned it in my mother\u2019s bower,\nI wish I had learned it weel,\nThat when I came to a wan water,\nTo swim like ony eel.\u2019\n110F.11 She has kilted her green claithing\nA little abeen her knee;\nThe gentleman rode, the lassie swam,\nThro the water o Dee:\nBefore he was at the middle o the water,\nAt the other side was she.\n110F.12 She sat there and drest hersell,\nAnd sat upon a stone;\nThere she sat to rest hersell,\nAnd see how he\u2019d come on.\n110F.13 \u2018How mony miles hae ye to ride?\nHow mony hae I to gang?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ve thirty miles to ride,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And ye\u2019ve as mony to gang.\u2019\n110F.14 \u2018If ye\u2019ve thirty miles to ride,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And I\u2019ve as mony to gae,\nYe\u2019ll get leave to gang yoursell;\nIt will never be gane by me.\u2019\n110F.15 She\u2019s gane to the queen\u2019s high court,\nAnd knocked at the pin;\nWho was sae ready as the proud porter,\nTo let this lady in!\n110F.16 She\u2019s put her hand in her pocket,\nAnd gien him guineas three:\n\u2018Ye will gang to the queen hersell,\nAnd tell her this frae me.\n110F.17 \u2018There is a lady at your yetts\nCan neither card nor spin;\nBut she can sit in a lady\u2019s bower,\nAnd lay gold on a seam.\u2019\n110F.18 He\u2019s gane ben thro ae lang room,\nAnd he\u2019s gane ben thro twa,\nTill he came to a lang, lang trance,\nAnd then came to the ha.\n110F.19 When he came before the queen,\nSat low down on his knee:\n\u2018Win up, win up, my proud porter,\nWhat makes this courtesie?\u2019\n110F.20 \u2018There is a lady at your yetts\nCan neither card nor spin;\nBut she can sit in a lady\u2019s bower,\nAnd lay gold on a seam.\u2019\n110F.21 \u2018If there is a lady at my yetts\nThat cannot card nor spin,\nYe\u2019ll open my yetts baith wide and braid,\nAnd let this lady in.\u2019\n110F.22 Now she has gane ben thro ae room,\nAnd she\u2019s gane ben thro twa,\nAnd she gaed ben a lang, lang trance,\nTill she came to the ha.\n110F.23 When she came before the queen,\nSat low down on her knee:\n\u2018Win up, win up, my fair woman,\nWhat makes such courtesie?\u2019\n110F.24 \u2018My errand it\u2019s to thee, O queen,\nMy errand it\u2019s to thee;\nThere is a man within your courts\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110F.25 \u2018O has he taen your purse, your purse,\nOr taen your penny-fee?\nOr has he taen your maidenhead,\nThe flower of your bodie?\u2019\n110F.26 He hasna taen my purse, my purse,\nNor yet my penny-fee,\nBut he has taen my maidenhead,\nThe flower of my bodi\u2019\n110F.27 \u2018It is if he be a batchelor,\nYour husband he shall be;\nBut if he be a married man,\nHigh hanged he shall be.\n110F.28 \u2018Except it be my brother, Litchcock,\nI hinna will it be he;\u2019\nSighd and said that gay lady,\nThat very man is he.\n110F.29 She\u2019s calld on her merry men a\u2019,\nBy ane, by twa, by three;\nEarl Litchcock used to be the first,\nBut the hindmost man was he.\n110F.30 He came cripple on the back,\nStane blind upon an ee;\nAnd sighd and said Earl Richard,\nI doubt this calls for me.\n110F.31 He\u2019s laid down a brand, a brand,\nAnd next laid down a ring;\nIt\u2019s thrice she minted to the brand,\nBut she\u2019s taen up the ring:\nThere\u2019s not a knight in a\u2019 the court,\nBut calld her a wise woman.\n110F.32 He\u2019s taen out a purse of gold,\nAnd tauld it on a stane;\nSays, Take ye that, my fair woman,\nAnd ye\u2019ll frae me be gane.\n110F.33 \u2018I will hae nane o your purse[s] o gold,\nThat ye tell on a stane;\nBut I will hae yoursell,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Another I\u2019ll hae nane.\u2019\n110F.34 He has taen out another purse,\nAnd tauld it in a glove;\nSays, Take ye that, my fair woman,\nAnd choice another love.\n110F.35 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o your purses o gold,\nThat ye tell in a glove;\nBut I will hae yoursell,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018I\u2019ll hae nae ither love.\u2019\n110F.36 But he\u2019s taen out another purse,\nAnd tauld it on his knee;\nSaid, Take ye that, ye fair woman,\nYe\u2019ll get nae mair frae me.\n110F.37 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o your purses o gold,\nThat ye tell on your knee;\nBut I will hae yoursell,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018The queen has granted it me.\u2019\n110F.38 \u2018O will ye hae the short claithing,\nOr will ye hae the side?\nOr will ye gang to your wedding,\nOr will ye to it ride?\u2019\n110F.39 \u2018I winna hae the short claithing,\nBut I will hae the side;\nI winna gang to my wedding,\nBut to it I will ride.\u2019\n110F.40 The first town that they came till\nThey made the mass be sung,\nAnd the next town that they came till\nThey made the bells be rung.\n110F.41 And the next town that they came till\nHe bought her gay claithing,\nAnd the next town that they came till\nThey held a fair wedding.\n110F.42 When they came to Mary-kirk,\nThe nettles grew on the dyke:\n\u2018If my auld mither, the carlin, were here,\nSae well\u2019s she would you pyke.\n110F.43 \u2018Sae well\u2019s she would you pyke,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018She woud you pyke and pou,\nAnd wi the dust lyes in the mill\nSae woud she mingle you.\n110F.44 \u2018She\u2019d take a speen intill her hand,\nAnd sup ere she be fou,\nSyne lay her head upon a sod,\nAnd snore like ony sow.\u2019\n110F.45 When she came to yon mill-dams,\nSays, Well may ye clap;\nI wyte my minnie neer gaed by you\nWanting mony a lick.\n110F.46 He\u2019s drawn his hat out ower his face,\nMuckle shame thought he;\nShe\u2019s driven her cap out ower her locks,\nAnd a light laugh gae she.\n110F.47 When they were wedded, and well bedded,\nAnd hame at dinner set,\nThen out it spake our bride hersell,\nAnd she spake never blate.\n110F.48 Put far awa your china plates,\nPut them far awa frae me,\nAnd bring to me my humble gockies,\nThat I was best used wi.\n110F.49 Put far awa your siller speens,\nHad them far awa frae me,\nAnd bring to me my horn cutties,\nThat I was best used wi.\n110F.50 When they were dined and well served,\nAnd to their dancing set,\nOut it spake our bride again,\nFor she spake never blate.\n110F.51 If the auld carlin, my mither, were here,\nAs I trust she will be,\nShe\u2019ll fear the dancing frae us a\u2019,\nAnd gar her meal-bags flee.\n110F.52 When bells were rung, and mass was sung,\nAnd a\u2019 men bound for rest,\nEarl Richard and the beggar\u2019s daughter\nIn ae chamber were placed.\n110F.53 \u2018Had far awa your fine claithing,\nHad them far awa frae me,\nAnd bring to me my fleachy clouts,\nThat I was best used wi.\n110F.54 \u2018Had far awa your holland sheets,\nHad them far awa frae me,\nAnd bring to me my canvas clouts,\nThat I was best used wi.\n110F.55 \u2018Lay a pock o meal beneath my head,\nAnother aneath my feet,\nA pock o seeds beneath my knees,\nAnd soundly will I sleep.\u2019\n110F.56 \u2018Had far awa, ye carlin\u2019s get,\nHad far awa frae me;\nI disna set a carlin\u2019s get\nMy bed-fellow to be.\u2019\n110F.57 \u2018It\u2019s may be I\u2019m a carlin\u2019s get,\nAnd may be I am nane;\nBut when ye got me in good greenwood,\nHow letna you me alane?\u2019\n110F.58 \u2018It is if you be a carlin\u2019s get,\nAs I trust well ye be,\nWhere got ye all the gay claithing\nYou brought to greenwood with thee?\u2019\n110F.59 \u2018My mother was an auld nourice,\nShe nursed bairns three;\nAnd whiles she got, and whiles she staw.\nAnd she kept them a\u2019 for me;\nAnd I put them on in good greenwood,\nTo beguile fause squires like thee.\u2019\n110F.60 It\u2019s out then spake the Billy-Blin,\nSays, I speak nane out of time;\nIf ye make her lady o nine cities,\nShe\u2019ll make you lord o ten.\n110F.61 Out it spake the Billy-Blin,\nSays, The one may serve the other;\nThe King of Gosford\u2019s ae daughter,\nAnd the Queen of Scotland\u2019s brother.\n110F.62 \u2018Wae but worth you, Billy-Blin,\nAn ill death may ye die!\nMy bed-fellow he\u2019d been for seven years\nOr he\u2019d kend sae muckle frae me.\u2019\n110F.63 \u2018Fair fa ye, ye Billy-Blin,\nAnd well may ye aye be!\nIn my stable is the ninth horse I\u2019ve killd,\nSeeking this fair ladie:\nNow we\u2019re married, and now we\u2019re bedded,\nAnd in each other\u2019s arms shall lie.\u2019\n110G: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110G.1 JOJANET has to the greenwood gane,\nWi a\u2019 her maidens free,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n* * * * *\n110G.2 \u2018Some ca me Jack, some ca me John,\nSome ca me Jing-ga-lee,\nBut when I am in the queen\u2019s court\nEarl Hitchcock they ca me.\u2019\n110G.3 \u2018Hitchcock, Hitchcock,\u2019 Jo Janet she said,\nAn spelled it ower agane,\n\u2018Hitchcock it\u2019s a Latin word;\nEarl Richard is your name.\u2019\n110G.4 But when he saw she was book-learned,\nFast to his horse hied he;\nBut she kilted up her gay claithing,\nAn fast, fast followed she.\n110G.5 Aye he rade, an aye she ran,\nThe live-lang simmer\u2019s day,\nTill they came to the wan water,\nAn a\u2019 men call it Tay.\n110G.6 She has tane the narrow fuird,\nAn he has tane the wide,\nAn ere he was in the middle-water,\nJo Janet was at the ither side.\n110G.7 . . . . .\n. . . .\n. . . . .\nAs swift as eel or otter.\n110G.8 An when she cam to the queen\u2019s court\nShe tirled at the pin,\nAn wha sae ready as the queen hersel\nTo let Jo Janet in!\n110G.9 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018There is a knicht into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110G.10 \u2018Has he robbed you o your gold, fair may,\nOr robbed you o your fee?\nOr robbed you o your maidenhead,\nThe flower o your bodie?\u2019\n110G.11 \u2018He has nae robbed me o my gold,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor o my weel won fee,\nBut he has robbed me o my maidenhead,\nThe flower o my bodie.\u2019\n110G.12 \u2018It\u2019s if he be a married knight,\nIt\u2019s hanged he shall be;\nBut if he be a single knight,\nIt\u2019s married ye sall be.\n110G.13 \u2018There\u2019s but three knichts into my court\nThis day hae been frae me,\nAn ane is Earl Richard, my brither,\nAn I hope it is na he:\u2019\nThen sichin said Jo Janet,\nThe very same man is he.\n110G.14 The queen has called on her merry men\nBy thirty and by three;\nHe wont to be the foremost man,\nBut hinmost in cam he.\n110G.15 \u2018If this your tricks abroad, Richard,\nIs this your tricks abroad,\nWheneer ye meet a bonny may\nTo lay her on the road?\u2019\n* * * * *\n110G.16 But he took out a purse o gold,\n. . . . .\nSays, Tak you that, my bonny may,\nAn seek nae mair o me.\n110G.17 \u2018I winna hae your gold,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018I winna hae your fee;\nI\u2019ll hae the troth o your right hand\nThe queen has promised me.\u2019\n* * * * *\n110G.18 As they rade bye yon bonny mill-town\nSae fair\u2019s the nettles grew;\nQuoth she, If my auld mither were here,\nSae finely\u2019s she wad you pu.\n110G.19 She wad you nip, she wad you clip,\nSae finely\u2019s she wad you pu,\nAn pit you on in a wee, wee pat,\nAn sup till she were fu,\nSyne rowe her heid in her gown-tail,\nAn sleep like ony soo.\n110G.20 He drew his hat down ower his broos,\nAn a doon look gae he,\nBut she threw her locks out ower her cocks,\nAn nae ways dung was she.\n110G.21 \u2018It\u2019s if ye be a beggar\u2019s brat,\nAs I dout na but ye be,\nIt\u2019s where gat ye the gay claithing\nThat hings down to your knee?\u2019\n110G.22 \u2018My mither was nurse to Earl Marshall\u2019s dother,\nAn a fine lady is she,\nAn aye when she gets new claithing\nShe casts the auld to me:\u2019\nAn sichin said Earl Richard,\nMy ain true-love is she!\n110G.23 But if you be a beggar\u2019s brat,\nAs I doutna but ye be,\nWhere got ye the Latin words\nYe said in greenwood to me?\n110G.24 \u2018My mither was a bad woman,\nShe served sic men as thee,\nAn a\u2019 the gear at ever she got\nShe waired it a\u2019 on me,\nAn learned me weel the Latin tongue,\nTo beguile sic sparks as thee.\u2019\n110G.25 \u2018Awa, awa, ye ill woman,\nAn ill death mat ye dee!\n. . . .\n. . . .\n110G.26 When they were a\u2019 at supper set,\nAn siller spoons gaen roun,\nIt\u2019s, \u2018Haud awa yer siller spoons,\nHaud them far awa frae me,\nAn bring to me a guid ramshorn,\nThe thing I\u2019m best used wi.\u2019\n110G.27 An when they were at supper set,\nAn the ale-caup gaen about,\nShe took it in her arms twa,\nAn sae clean\u2019s she lickit it oot.\n110G.28 He drew his hat doun ower his broos,\nAn a doun look gae he,\nBut she threw her locks out ower her cocks,\nAn nae ways dung was she.\n110G.29 When mass was sung, and bells were rung,\nAn a\u2019 men boun to bed,\nEarl Richard an Jo Janet\nIn ae bed they were laid.\n110G.30 He turned his face unto the stock,\nAn sair, sair did he weep;\nShe turned her face unto the wa,\nAn sound she fell asleep.\n110G.31 . . . . . .\n. . . . . .\n. . . . . .\nThe Billie Blin stood up at their bed-feet.\n110G.32 Said, Saw ye ever a fitter match\nAtween the tane and the tither,\nThe Earl Marshall[\u2019s] ae dother\nAn the Queen o Scotland\u2019s brither?\n110G.33 \u2018Wae be to you for an ill woman,\nAn ill death mat ye dee!\nFor mony\u2019s the mare and mare\u2019s foal\nI\u2019ve bursten seekin thee.\u2019\n110G.34 . . . a cup o wine,\nQuoth, Here\u2019s to thee and me!\nIf ye mak me lady o ae puir pleugh,\nI\u2019ll mak ye lord o three.\n110H: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110H.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s daughter,\nKept sheep on yonder hill;\nThere came a knight o courage bright,\nAnd he wad have his will. Diddle, \u2019C..\n110H.2 He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hand,\nGien her a gown o green;\n\u2018O take you that, fair may,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018There\u2019s nae mair o me to be seen.\u2019\n110H.3 \u2018Since ye have taen your wills o me,\nYour wills o me you\u2019ve taen,\nSince ye have taen your wills o me,\nPray tell to me your name.\u2019\n110H.4 \u2018O some they call me Jack, lady,\nAnd others call me John;\nBut when I\u2019m in the king\u2019s court,\nSweet William is my name.\u2019\n110H.5 She\u2019s kilted up her green clothing\nA little below her knee,\nAnd she is to the king\u2019s court,\nAs fast as she could gae.\n110H.6 And when she came unto the king,\nShe knelt low on her knee:\n\u2018There is a man into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110H.7 \u2018Has he robbd you of your gold,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or of your white monie?\nOr robbed you of the flowery branch,\nThe flower of your bodie?\u2019\n110H.8 \u2018He has not robbd me of my gold,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor of my white monie,\nBut he\u2019s robbd me of the flowery branch,\nThe flower of my bodie.\u2019\n110H.9 \u2018O if he be a bond-man,\nHigh hanged shall he be;\nBut if he be a free man,\nHe\u2019se well provide for thee.\u2019\n110H.10 The king\u2019s called on his nobles all,\nBy thirty and by three;\nSweet William should have been the foremost man,\nBut the hindmost man was he.\n110H.11 \u2018Do you not mind yon shepherd\u2019s daughter,\nYou met on yonder hill?\nWhen a\u2019 her flocks were feeding round,\nOf her you took your will.\u2019\n110H.12 And he\u2019s taen out a purse o gold,\nAnd tied up in a glove;\n\u2018Take you that, fair may,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And choice for you a love.\u2019\n110H.13 O he\u2019s taen out three hundred pounds,\nTied up in a purse;\n\u2018See, take you that, fair may,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And that will pay the nurse.\u2019\n110H.14 \u2018I\u2019ll neither have your gold,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor yet your white monie,\nBut I will have the king\u2019s grant,\nThat he has granted me.\u2019\n110H.15 Then he\u2019s taen her on a milk-white steed,\nHimsell upon another,\nAnd to his castle they have rode,\nLike sister and like brother.\n110H.16 O ilka nettle that they came to,\n\u2018O well mote you grow!\nFor mony a day\u2019s my minny and me\nPilkit at your pow.\u2019\n110H.17 O ilka mill that they came to,\n\u2018O well mote you clack!\nFor monie a day\u2019s my minnie and me\nBuckled up our lap.\u2019\n* * * * *\n110H.18 \u2018You\u2019re the king of England\u2019s ae brother,\nI trust well that you be;\nI\u2019m the Earl of Stampford\u2019s ae daughter,\nAnd he has nae mair but me.\u2019\n110H.19 O saw you eer such a near marriage,\nBetween the one and the other,\nThe Earl of Stampford\u2019s ae daughter,\nAnd the King of England\u2019s brother!\n110I: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110I.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s daughter,\nKept flocks on yonder hill,\nAnd by there cam a courteous knight,\nWud fain and hae his will.\n* * * * *\n110I.2 \u2018Some do ca me Jock,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018And some do ca me John,\nBut when I do ride i the king\u2019s high court,\nGulelmus is my name.\u2019\n* * * * *\n110I.3 And when she came to the kinges court\nShe tirled at the pin,\nAnd wha was there but the king himsel,\nTo lat this fair maid in!\n110I.4 \u2018Now Christ you save, my lord,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Now Christ you save and see;\nThere is a knicht into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\n110I.5 \u2018He\u2019s na robbed me o my silken purse,\nNor o my white money,\nBut he\u2019s robbed me o my maidenheid,\nThe flower o my bodie.\u2019\n110I.6 \u2018O gin he be a single man,\nWeel married sall ye be,\nBut an he be a married man,\nHe\u2019s hang upon a tree.\u2019\n110I.7 Then he called up his merry men a\u2019,\nBy one, by two, and by three,\nAnd William should a been the first,\nBut the hindmost man was he.\n110I.8 And he cam hirplin on a stick,\nAnd blin upon an ee,\nBut sighand said that gay ladie,\nThat same man robbed me.\n* * * * *\n110I.9 \u2018Gin I had drunk the wan water,\nWhen I did drink the wine,\nA cairdman\u2019s daughter\nShould never be a true-love o mine.\u2019\n110I.10 \u2018Maybe I\u2019m a cairdman\u2019s daughter,\nAnd maybe I am nane;\nBut when ye did come to good green wood,\nYe sud hae latten me alane.\u2019\n110I.11 She set upon a milk-white steed,\nAn himsel on a dapple grey,\nAn she had as much lan in fair Scotlan\n\u2019S ye cud ride in a lang simmer\u2019s day.\n110J: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110J.* * * *\n\u2018SOME ca\u2019ss me James, some ca\u2019as me John,\nI carena what they ca me,\nBut when I [am] at hame in my ain country,\nIt\u2019s Lispcock that they ca me.\u2019\n110J.2 The lassie being well beuk-learned,\nShe spelled it ower again;\nSays, Lispcock in a Latin beuk\nSpells Erl Richard in plain.\n110J.3 . . . . .\n. . . . .\nThe lassie kilted up her green claithing,\nAnd fast, fast followed on.\n110J.4 Till they cam till a wide water,\n. . . . .\nHe\u2019s turned his hie horse head about,\nSays, Lassie will ye ride?\n110J.5 \u2018I learned it in my mother\u2019s bower,\nI wish I\u2019d learned it better,\nWhanever I cam to any wide water,\nTo soum like ony otter.\u2019\n110J.6 The laird he chused the ford to ride,\nThe ladie the pot to swim,\nAnd or the laird was half water,\nThe ladie was on dry lan.\n110J.7 O he rade on to yon hie castell,\nHe rade it richt and roun about;\nThe laird gaed in at ae back-door,\nBut the ladie beet to knock.\n110J.8 Out it cam the proud porter,\nWi his hat into his han,\n. . . . .\n. . . . .\n110J.9 She\u2019s pitten her hand in her pocket,\nPulld out guineas three,\nAnd that she\u2019s given to the proud porter,\nTo cause her to get entrance there.\n110J.10 The proud porter ran up the stair,\nO fifteen steps he made but three:\n\u2018The prettiest lady stands at yer yetts\nThat ever my een did see.\u2019\n110J.11 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018Goe doun, goe doun, you proud porter,\nCause her to cum up to me.\u2019\n110J.12 When she gaed in before the queen,\nShe fell low down on her knee:\n\u2018There is a man into your courts\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110J.13 \u2018Has he robbed you o your fine clothing,\nOr o your white monie?\nOr taen frae you your maidenhead,\nThe flower o your bodie?\u2019\n110J.14 \u2018He hasna robbed me o my fine clothing,\nNor o my white monie,\nBut he\u2019s taen frae me my maidenhead,\nThe flower o my bodie.\u2019\n110J.15 \u2018O gin he be a married man,\nHigh hanged sall he be;\nAnd gin he be a batchelere,\nWell wedded shall ye be.\u2019\n110J.16 O she has called in her merry young men,\nBy thirties and by threes;\nEarl Richard should hae been the foremost man,\nBut the hindmost man was he.\n110J.17 He cam limpin on a staff,\nAnd blinkin on an ee,\nAnd sichand says that gay ladie,\nThat samen man is he.\n* * * * *\n110K: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110K.1 THERE was a shepherd\u2019s daughter,\nKept sheep on yonder hill;\nO by comes a courtier,\nAnd fain wud hae his will.\nRefrain: We\u2019ll go no more a roving,\nA roving in the night,\nWe\u2019ll go no more a roving,\nLet the moon shine neer so bright.\nO we\u2019ll go [no] more a roving.\n110K.2 He took her by the middle so small,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve;\nHe bended her body unto the ground,\nAnd of her parents he askd no leave.\n110K.3 \u2018Now since you\u2019ve got your will o me,\nAnd brought my fair bodie to shame,\nAll the request I ask of you is,\nPray tell me what\u2019s your name.\u2019\n110K.4 \u2018O some do call me Jack,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And some do call me John,\nBut when I am in the king\u2019s court,\nMy name is Sweet William.\u2019\n110K.5 She took her petticoats by the band,\nHer mantle oer her arm,\nAnd she\u2019s awa to the king\u2019s court,\nAs fast as she could run.\n110K.6 When she came to the king\u2019s court,\nShe tinkled at the ring;\nWho was so ready as the king himsel\nTo let this fair maid in!\n110K.7 And when she came before the king,\nShe kneeled low by his knee;\n\u2018What\u2019s this? what\u2019s this, fair maid,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018What\u2019s this you ask of me?\u2019\n110K.8 . . . . .\n. . . . .\n\u2018There is a knight into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110K.9 \u2018If he robbed you of your gold,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018It\u2019s hanged he must be;\nIf he\u2019s robbed you of your maidenhead,\nHis body I grant to thee.\u2019\n110K.10 \u2018He\u2019s not robbed me of my gold,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor of my white money,\nBut he\u2019s robbed me of my maidenhead,\nThe flower of my bodie.\u2019\n110K.11 He\u2019s called down his merry men all,\nBy one, by two, by three;\nJohn used to be the foremost man,\nBut the hindmost man was he.\n110K.12 He took a long purse of gold\nAnd wrapped it in a glove:\n\u2018Here\u2019s to thee, my dearest dear,\nGo seek some other love.\u2019\n110K.13 \u2018I\u2019ll have none of your gold,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Nor any of your white money,\nBut I\u2019ll just have your own bodie\nThe king has granted to me.\u2019\n110K.14 \u2018I wish I was drinking the well-water\nWhen I drank of the ale,\nBefore a shepherd\u2019s daughter\nWould tell me such a tale.\u2019\n110K.15 He got her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself upon a grey,\nThen on a day . . .\nThis couple rode away.\n110K.16 It\u2019s when they were coming by the nettle-bush,\nShe said, So well may you grow!\nFor many a day my mammy and me\nHae pickled at your pow.\n110K.17 When they cam by the mill-door, she said,\nSo well may you clatter!\nFor many a day my mammy and me\nPickled at your happer.\n110K.18 When they came to the king\u2019s court,\nThey reckoned up their kin;\nShe was a king\u2019s one dochter,\nAnd he but a blacksmith\u2019s son.\n110L: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110L.* * * *\n\u2018I LEARNED it in my father\u2019s bower,\nAnd I learned it for the better,\nThat every water I coudna wade,\nI swam it like an otter,\nWith my low silver ee.\n110L.2 \u2018I learned it in my father\u2019s bower,\nAnd I learned it for my weel,\nThat every water I coudna wade,\nI swam it like an eel.\u2019\n* * * * *\n110L.3 And he cam hirpling on a stick,\nAnd leaning on a tree:\n\u2018Be he cripple, or be he blind,\nThe same man is he.\u2019\n110[M]: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110[M].1 There was a shepherd\u2019s daughter\nKept hogs upo yon hill,\nBy cam her a gentle knight,\nAnd he would hae his will.\n110[M.2] Whan his will o her he had,\n[His will] as he had taen,\n\u2018Kind sir, for yer courtesy,\nWill ye tell me yer name?\u2019\n110[M.3] \u2018Some they ca me Jock,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And some they ca me John;\nBut whan \u2019m in our king\u2019s court\nHitchcock is my name.\u2019\n110[M.4] They lady being well book-read\nShe spelt it oer again:\n\u2018Hitchcock in our king\u2019s court\nIs Earl Richard at hame.\u2019\n110[M.5] He pat his leg out-oer his steed\nAnd to the get he\u2019s gane;\nShe keltit up her green clothing,\nAnd fast, fast followed him.\n110[M.6] \u2018Turn back, turn back, ye carl\u2019s daughter,\nAnd dinna follow me;\nIt sets na carl\u2019s daughters\nKings\u2019 courts for to see.\u2019\n110[M.7] \u2018Perhaps I am a cerl\u2019s daughter,\nPerhaps I am nane,\nBut whan ye gat me in free forest\nYe might ha latten\u2019s alane.\u2019\n110[M.8] Whan they cam to yon wan water\nThat a\u2019 man does call Clyde,\nHe looket oer his left shuder,\nSays, Fair may, will ye ride?\n110[M.9] \u2018I learnt it in my mother\u2019s bowr,\nI wis I had learnt it better,\nWhan I cam to wan water\nTo soom as does the otter.\u2019\n110[M.10] Or the knight was i the middle o the water,\nThe lady she was oer;\nShe took out a came o gold,\nTo came down her yellow hair.\n110[M.11] \u2018Whar gat ye that, ye cerl\u2019s daughter?\nI pray ye tell to me:\u2019\n\u2018I got it fra my mither,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018To beguil sick chaps as thee.\u2019\n110[M.12] Whan they cam to our king\u2019s court,\nHe rade it round about,\nAnd he gade in at a shot-window,\nAnd left the lady without.\n110[M.13] She gade to our king hersel,\nShe fell low down upon her knee:\n\u2018There is a knight into your court\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110[M.14] \u2018Has he robbd ye o your goud?\nOr o yer well-won fee?\nOr o yer maidenhead,\nThe flower o yer body?\u2019\n110[M.15] \u2018He has na robbd me o my goud,\nFor I ha nane to gee;\nBut he has robbd me o my maidenhead,\nThe flower o my body.\u2019\n110[M.16] \u2018O wud ye ken the knight,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018If that ye did him see?\u2019\n\u2018I wud him ken by his well-fared face\nAnd the blyth blink o his ee.\u2019\n110[M.17] \u2018An he be a married man,\nHigh hanged sall he be,\nAnd an he be a free man,\nWell wedded to him ye\u2019s be,\nAltho it be my brother Richie,\nAnd I wiss it be no he.\u2019\n110[M.18] The king called on his merry young men,\nBy ane, by twa, by three;\nEarl Richmond had used to be the first,\nBut the hindmost was he.\n110[M.19] By that ye mith ha well kent\nThat the quilty man was he;\nShe took him by the milk-white hand,\nSays, This same ane is he.\n110[M.20] There was a brand laid down to her,\nA brand but an a ring,\nThree times she minted to the brand,\nBut she took up the ring;\nA\u2019 that was in our king\u2019s court\nCountet her a wise woman.\n110[M.21] \u2018I\u2019ll gi ye five hundred pounds,\nTo mak yer marriage we,\nAn ye\u2019l turn back, ye cerl\u2019s daughter,\nAnd fash nae mere wi me.\u2019\n110[M.22] \u2018Gae keep yer five hundred pounds\nTo mak yer merriage we,\nFor I\u2019ll hae nathing but yersel\nThe king he promised me.\u2019\n110[M.23] \u2018I\u2019ll gae ye one thousand pounds\nTo mak yer marriage we,\nAn ye\u2019l turn back, ye cerl\u2019s daughter,\nAnd fash nae mere wi me.\u2019\n110[M.24] \u2018Gae keep yer one thousand pounds,\nTo mak yer merriage we,\nFor I\u2019ll hae nathing but yersel\nThe king he promised me.\u2019\n110[M.25] He took her down to yon garden,\nAnd clothed her in the green;\nWhan she cam up again,\nSh[e] was fairer than the queen.\n110[M.26] They gad on to Mary kirk, and on to Mary quire,\nThe nettles they grew by the dyke:\n\u2018O, an my mither wer her[e],\nSo clean as she wud them pick!\u2019\n110[M.27] \u2018I wiss I had druken water,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Whan I drank the ale,\nThat ony cerl\u2019s daughter\nSud tell me sick a tale.\u2019\n110[M.28] \u2018Perhaps I am a cerl\u2019s daughter,\nPerhaps I am nane;\nBut whan ye gat me in free forest\nYe might ha latten\u2019s alane.\n110[M.29] \u2018Well mat this mill be,\nAnd well mat the gae!\nMony a day they ha filled me pock\nO the white meal and the gray.\u2019\n110[M.30] \u2018I wiss I had druken water,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018When I drank the ale,\nThat ony cerl\u2019s daughter\nSud tell me sick a tale.\u2019\n110[M.31] \u2018Perhaps I am a cerl\u2019s daughter,\nPerhaps I am nane;\nBut whan ye gat me in free forest\nYe might ha latten\u2019s alane.\n110[M.32] \u2018Tak awa yer siller spoons,\nTak awa fra me,\nAn gae me the gude horn spoons,\nIt\u2019s what I\u2019m used tee.\n110[M.33] \u2018O an my mukle dish wer here,\nAnd sine we hit were fu,\nI wud sup file I am saerd,\nAn sine lay down me head and sleep wi ony sow.\u2019\n110[M.34] \u2018I wiss I had druken water,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Whan I drank the ale,\nThat any cerl\u2019s daughter\nSud tell me sick a tale.\u2019\n110[M.35] \u2018Perhaps I am a cerl\u2019s daughter,\nPerhaps I am nane,\nBut whan ye gat me in free forest,\nYe might ha latten\u2019s alane.\u2019\n110[M.36] He took his hat in oer his face,\nThe tear blindit his ee;\nShe threw back her yellow locks,\nAnd a light laughter leugh she.\n110[M.37] \u2018Bot an ye be a beggar geet,\nAs I trust well ye be,\nWhar gat ye their fine clothing\nYer body was covered we?\u2019\n110[M.38] \u2018My mother was an ill woman,\nAnd an ill woman was she;\nShe gat them . . . .\nFra sic chaps as thee.\u2019\n110[M.39] Whan bells were rung, and mess was sung,\nAnd aa man bound to bed,\nEarl Richard and the carl\u2019s daughter\nIn a chamer were laid.\n110[M.40] \u2018Lie yont, lie yont, ye carl\u2019s daughter,\nYer hot skin burns me;\nIt sets na carl\u2019s daughters\nIn earls\u2019 beds to be.\u2019\n110[M.41] \u2018Perhaps I am a carl\u2019s daughter,\nPerhaps I am nane;\nBut whan ye gat me in free forest\nYe might ha latten\u2019s alane.\u2019\n110[M.42] Up it starts the Belly Blin,\nJust at their bed-feet.\n110[M.43] \u2018I think it is a meet marrige\nAtween the taen and the tither,\nThe Earl of Hertford\u2019s ae daughter\nAnd the Queen of England\u2019s brither.\u2019\n110[M.44] \u2018An this be the Earl of Hertford\u2019s ae daughter,\nAs I trust well it be,\nMony a gude horse ha I ridden\nFor the love o thee.\u2019\n110[N]: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110[N].1 Ther was a sheperd\u2019s daughter\nKeeped hogs upon yon hill,\nAn by came [t]her a gentell knight,\nAn he wad haa his will.\n110[N.2] Fan his will\nOf her he had taiin,\n\u2018Kind sir, for your curtisy,\nWill ye tell me yer name?\u2019\n110[N.3] \u2018Some they caa me Joke,\nAn some caa me John,\nBat fan I am in our king\u2019s court\nHichkoke is my name.\u2019\n110[N.4] The lady bieng well book-read\nShe spealled it our agen:\n\u2018Hichkoke in Latin\nIs Earl Richerd att heam.\u2019\n110[N.5] He patt his liag out-our his stead\nAn to the gate has gain;\nShe kilted up her green clathing\nAn fast folloued she.\n110[N.6] \u2018Turn back, ye carl\u2019s dother,\nAn dinn follou me;\nIt setts no carl\u2019s dothers\nKing\u2019s courts to see.\u2019\n110[N.7] \u2018Perhaps I am a carle\u2019s dother,\nPerhaps I am nean,\nBat fan ye gat me in free forest\nYe sud haa latten alean.\u2019\n110[N.8] Fan they came to yon wan water\nThat a\u2019 man cas Clide,\nHe luked our his left shoulder,\nSays, Fair maid, will ye ride?\n110[N.9] \u2018I learned it in my mother\u2019s bour,\nI watt I learned it well,\nFan I came to wan water\nTo soum as dos the eall.\n110[N.10] \u2018I learned it in my mother\u2019s bour,\nI wiss I had learned it better,\nFan I came to wan watter\nTo sume as dos the otter.\u2019\n110[N.11] She touk a golden comb,\nCombed out her yallou hear,\n. . . . . . .\n. . . . . . .\n110[N.12] \u2018Far gatt ye that, ye carl\u2019s dother,\nI pray ye tell to me;\u2019\n\u2018I gatt it fra my mither,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018To begulle sick sparks as ye.\u2019\n110[N.13] \u2018Gin ye be a carl\u2019s gett,\nAs I trou well ye be,\nFar gatt ye a\u2019 that fine clothing,\nTo cloath yer body we?\u2019\n110[N.14] \u2018My mother was an ill woman,\nAn ill woman was she,\nAn she gatt a\u2019 that fine clathing,\nFrae sick chaps as ye.\u2019\n110[N.15] Fan they came to our king\u2019s court,\nShe fell lou doun on her knee:\n\u2018Win up, ye fair may,\nWhat may ye want we me?\u2019\n\u2018Ther is a knight in your court\nThis day has robbed me.\u2019\n110[N.16] \u2018Has he robbed you of your goud?\nOr of your whit monie?\nOr of your meadnhead,\nThe flour of your body?\u2019\n110[N.17] \u2018He has no robbed me of my goud,\nNor yet of my fiee,\nBat he has robed me of my madinhead,\nThe flour of my body.\u2019\n110[N.18] \u2018Wad ye keen the knight,\nIf ye did him see?\u2019\n\u2018I wad keen him well by his well-fared face\nAn the blieth blink of his eay.\u2019\nAn sighan says the king,\nI wiss it bin my brother Richie!\n110[N.19] The king called on his merry men a\u2019,\nBy an, by tua, by three;\nEarl Richerd had ay ben the first,\nBat the last man was he.\n110[N.20] By that ye might a well kent\nThe gulty man was he;\nShe took him by the hand,\nSays, That same is hee.\n110[N.21] Ther was a brand laid doun to her,\nA brand batt an a ring,\nThree times she minted to the brand,\nBat she took up the ring;\nA\u2019 that was in the court\n\u2019S counted her a wise woman.\n110[N.22] \u2018I will gee ye five hundred pound,\nTo make yer marrage we,\nAn ye gie hame, ye carl\u2019s dother,\nAn fash na mare we me.\u2019\n110[N.23] \u2018Ye keep yer five hundred pound,\nTo make yer marreg we,\nFor I will ha nathing bat yer sell,\nThe king he promised me.\u2019\n110[N.24] \u2018I ill gee ye a thousand poun,\nTo make yer marrage we,\nAn ye gae hame, ye carl\u2019s gett,\nAn fash na mare we me.\u2019\n110[N.25] \u2018Ye keep yer thousand pound,\nTo make yer marreg we,\nFor I ill ha nathing batt yer sell,\nThe king he promised me.\u2019\n110[N.26] He toke her doun\nAn clothed her in green;\nFan she cam up,\nShe was fairer then the quin.\n110[N.27] Fan they gaid to Mary Kirk,\nThe nettels grue by dike:\n\u2018O gin my midder war hear,\nSai clean as she wad them peak!\u2019\n110[N.28] He drue his hat out-our his eayn,\nThe tear blinded his eay;\nShe drue back her yallou loaks,\nAn a light laughter luke she.\n110[N.29] Fan she came by yon mill-toun,\n. . . . . .\n\u2018O well may the mill goo,\nAn well matt she be!\nFor aften ha ye filled my poke\nWe the whit meall an the gray.\u2019\n110[N.30] \u2018I wiss I had druken the water\nFan I drank the aill,\nOr any carl\u2019s dother\nSuld ha tald me siken a teall.\u2019\n110[N.31] \u2018Perhaps I am a carl\u2019s dother,\nPerhaps I am nean;\nFan ye gatt me in frie forest,\nYe sud ha latten alean.\n* * * * * *\n110[N.32] \u2018Take awa yer silver spons,\nFar awa fra me,\nAn ye gee me t[he] ram-horn [s]pons,\nThem I am best used we.\n110[N.33] \u2018Ye take awa yer tabel-cloths,\nFar awa fra me,\nAn ye gee me a mukell dish\nI am best used we.\n110[N.34] \u2018For if I had my mukel dish hear,\nAn sayn an it war fou,\nI wad sup till I war sared,\nAn sayn lay doun my head an slep like ony sou.\n110[N.35] \u2018Ye take away yer hollan shits,\nFar awa fra me,\nAn ye bring me a cannas,\nIt\u2019s the thing I ben eased we.\u2019\n110[N.36] Fan bells wer rung, an mess was sung,\nAn a\u2019 man boun to bed,\nEarl Richerd an the carl\u2019s dother\nIn a bed [were laid].\n110[N.37] \u2018Lay yond, lay yond, ye carl\u2019s dother,\nYour hot skin . . me;\nIt setts na carl\u2019s dothers\nIn earls\u2019 beds to be.\u2019\n110[N.38] \u2018Perhaps I am a carl\u2019s dother,\nPerhaps I am nean;\nBat fan ye gat me in free forest\nYe might a latten alean.\u2019\n110[N.39] Up starts the Bellie Blind,\nAtt ther bed-head:\n\u2018I think it is a meatt marrage\nBetuen the ane an the eather,\nThe Earl of Heartfourds ae daughter\nAn the Quien of England\u2019s brother.\u2019\n110[N.40] \u2018If this be the Earl of Heartfourd\u2019s ae doughter,\nAs I trust well it be,\nMony a gued hors have I redden\nFor the love of the.\u2019\n110[O]: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110[O].1 There was a shepherd\u2019s daughter\nWho kept sheep on yon hill;\nThere came a young man riding by,\nWho swore he\u2019d have his will.\n110[O.1b] Fol lol lay\nFol lol di diddle lol di day\n110[O.2] He took her by the lilly-white hand\nAnd by her silken sleeve,\n110[O.3] Or tell to me your name.\n110[O.4] \u2018Oh, some they call me Jack, sweetheart,\nAnd some they call me Will,\nBut when I ride the king\u2019s high-gate\nMy name is sweet William.\u2019\n110[O.4.j] But name,\n110[P]: The Knight and the Shepherd\u2019s Daughter\n110[P].1 \u2019Tis said a shepherd\u2019s ae daughter\nKept sheep upon a hill,\nAn by there cam a courteous knight,\nAn he wad hae his will.\n110[P.2] He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hand\nAn by the grass-green sleeve,\nHe\u2019s laid her doon at the fit o a bush,\nAn neer ance speired her leave.","title":"The Child Ballads: 110. The Knight and the Shepherd's Dau...","type":"page"}