{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch194.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch194.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch194.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends & Sagas\u00a0\n England\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n Next\u00a0\n \n \n \n 194A: The Laird of Wariston\n \n \n 194A.1 DOWN by yon garden green\n Sae merrily as she gaes;\n She has twa weel-made feet,\n And she trips upon her taes.\n 194A.2 She has twa weel-made feet,\n Far better is her hand;\n She\u2019s as jimp in the middle\n As ony willow-wand.\n 194A.3 \u2018Gif ye will do my bidding,\n At my bidding for to be,\n It\u2019s I will make you lady\n Of a\u2019 the lands you see.\u2019\n * * * * *\n 194A.4 He spak a word in jest;\n Her answer wasna good;\n He threw a plate at her face,\n Made it a\u2019 gush out o blood.\n 194A.5 She wasna frae her chamber\n A step but barely three,\n When up and at her richt hand\n There stood Man\u2019s Enemy.\n 194A.6 \u2018Gif ye will do my bidding,\n At my bidding for to be,\n I\u2019ll learn you a wile\n Avenged for to be.\u2019\n 194A.7 The Foul Thief knotted the tether,\n She lifted his head on hie,\n The nourice drew the knot\n That gard lord Waristoun die.\n 194A.8 Then word is gane to Leith,\n Also to Edinburgh town,\n That the lady had killd the laird,\n The laird o Waristoun.\n * * * * *\n 194A.9 \u2018Tak aff, tak aff my hood,\n But lat my petticoat be;\n Put my mantle oer my head,\n For the fire I downa see.\n 194A.10 \u2018Now, a\u2019 ye gentle maids,\n Tak warning now by me,\n And never marry ane\n But wha pleases your ee.\n 194A.11 \u2018For he married me for love,\n But I married him for fee;\n And sae brak out the feud\n That gard my dearie die.\u2019\n \n \n \n 194B: The Laird of Wariston\n \n \n 194B.1 IT was at dinner as they sat,\n And whan they drank the wine,\n How happy war the laird and lady\n Of bonnie Wariston!\n 194B.2 The lady spak but ae word,\n The matter to conclude;\n The laird strak her on the mouth,\n Till she spat out o blude.\n 194B.3 She did not know the way\n Her mind to satisfy,\n Till evil cam in to [her] head\n All by the Enemy.\n 194B.4 \u2018At evening when ye sit,\n And whan ye drink the wine,\n See that ye fill the glass weill up\n To the laird o Wariston.\u2019\n 194B.5 So at table whan they sat,\n And whan they drank the wine,\n She made the glass aft gae round\n To the laird o Wariston.\n 194B.6 The nurice she knet the knot,\n And O she knet it sicker!\n The lady did gie it a twig,\n Till it began to wicker.\n 194B.7 But word\u2019s gane doun to Leith,\n And up to Embro toun,\n That the lady she has slain the laird,\n The laird o Waristoun.\n 194B.8 Word has gane to her father, the grit Dunipace,\n And an angry man was he;\n Cries, Gar mak a barrel o pikes,\n And row her down some lea!\n 194B.9 She said, Wae be to ye, Wariston,\n I wish ye may sink for sin!\n For I have been your wife\n These nine years, running ten;\n And I never loved ye sae well\n As now whan ye\u2019re lying slain.\n 194B.10 \u2018But tak aff this gowd brocade,\n And let my petticoat stay,\n And tie a handkerchief round my face,\n That the people may not see.\u2019\n \n \n \n 194C: The Laird of Wariston\n \n \n 194C.1 \u2018MY mother was an ill woman,\n In fifteen years she marrid me;\n I hadna wit to guide a man,\n Alas! ill counsel guided me.\n 194C.2 \u2018O Warriston, O Warriston,\n I wish that ye may sink for sin!\n I was but bare fifteen years auld,\n Whan first I enterd your yates within.\n 194C.3 \u2018I hadna been a month married,\n Till my gude lord went to the sea;\n I bare a bairn ere he came hame,\n And set it on the nourice knee.\n 194C.4 \u2018But it fell ance upon a day,\n That my gude lord returnd from sea;\n Then I did dress in the best array,\n As blythe as ony bird on tree.\n 194C.5 \u2018I took my young son in my arms,\n Likewise my nourice me forebye,\n And I went down to yon shore-side,\n My gude lord\u2019s vessel I might spy.\n 194C.6 \u2018My lord he stood upon the deck,\n I wyte he haild me courteouslie:\n Ye are thrice welcome, my lady gay,\n Whae\u2019s aught that bairn on your knee?\u2019\n 194C.7 She turnd her right and round about,\n Says, \u2018Why take ye sic dreads o me?\n Alas! I was too young married,\n To love another man but thee.\u2019\n 194C.8 \u2018Now hold your tongue, my lady gay,\n Nae mair falsehoods ye\u2019ll tell to me;\n This bonny bairn is not mine,\n You\u2019ve loved another while I was on sea.\u2019\n 194C.9 In discontent then hame she went,\n And aye the tear did blin her ee;\n Says, Of this wretch I\u2019ll be revenged\n For these harsh words he\u2019s said to me.\n 194C.10 She\u2019s counselld wi her father\u2019s steward\n What way she coud revenged be;\n Bad was the counsel then he gave,\n It was to gar her gude lord dee.\n 194C.11 The nourice took the deed in hand,\n I wat she was well paid her fee;\n She kiest the knot, and the loop she ran,\n Which soon did gar this young lord dee.\n 194C.12 His brtother lay in a room hard by,\n Alas! that night he slept too soun;\n But then he wakend wi a cry,\n \u2018I fear my brother\u2019s putten down.\n 194C.13 \u2018O get me coal and candle light,\n And get me some gude companie;\u2019\n But before the light was brought,\n Warriston he was gart dee.\n 194C.14 They\u2019ve taen the lady and fause nourice,\n In prison strong they hae them boun;\n The nourice she was hard o heart,\n But the bonny lady fell in swoon.\n 194C.15 In it came her brother dear,\n And aye a sorry man was he:\n \u2018I woud gie a\u2019 the lands I heir,\n O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.\u2019\n 194C.16 \u2018O borrow me, brother, borrow me?\n O borrowd shall I never be;\n For I gart kill my ain gude lord,\n And life is nae pleasure to me.\u2019\n 194C.17 In it came her mother dear,\n I wyte a sorry woman was she:\n \u2018I woud gie my white monie and gowd,\n O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.\u2019\n 194C.18 \u2018Borrow me, mother, borrow me?\n O borrowd shall I never be;\n For I gart kill my ain gude lord,\n And life\u2019s now nae pleasure to me.\u2019\n 194C.19 Then in ti came her father dear,\n I wyte a sorry man was he;\n Says, \u2018Ohon, alas! my bonny Jean,\n If I had you at hame wi me!\n 194C.20 Seven daughters I hae left at hame,\n As fair women as fair can be;\n But I woud gie them ane by ane,\n O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.\u2019\n 194C.21 \u2018O borrow me, father, borrow me?\n O borrowd shall I never be;\n I that is worthy o the death,\n It is but right that I shoud dee.\u2019\n 194C.22 Then out is speaks the king himsell,\n And aye as he steps in the fleer;\n Says, \u2018I grant you your life, lady,\n Because you are of tender year.\u2019\n 194C.23 \u2018A boon, a boon, my liege the king,\n The boon I ask, ye\u2019ll grant to me;\u2019\n \u2018Ask on, ask on, my bonny Jean,\n Whateer ye ask it\u2019s granted be.\u2019\n 194C.24 \u2018Cause take me out at night, at night,\n Lat not the sun upon me shine,\n And take me to yon heading-hill,\n Strike aff this dowie head o mine.\n 194C.25 \u2018Ye\u2019ll take me out at night, at night,\n When there are nane to gaze and see,\n And hae me to yon heading-hill,\n And ye\u2019ll gar head me speedilie.\u2019\n 194C.26 They\u2019ve taen her out at nine at night,\n Loot not the sun upon her shine,\n And had her to yon heading-hill,\n And headed her baith neat and fine.\n 194C.27 Then out it speaks the king himsell,\n I wyte a sorry man was he:\n \u2018I\u2019ve travelld east, I\u2019ve travelld west,\n And sailed far beyond the sea,\n But I never saw a woman\u2019s face\n I was sae sorry to see dee.\n 194C.28 \u2018But Warriston was sair to blame,\n For slighting o his lady so;\n He had the wyte o his ain death,\n And bonny lady\u2019s overthrow.\u2019\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: 195. Lord Maxwell's Last Goodnight","title":"The Child Ballads: 194. The Laird of Wariston","type":"page"}