{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch221.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch221.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch221.htm","text":"221A.1 THERE livd a lass in yonder dale,\nAnd doun in yonder glen, O\nAnd Kathrine Jaffray was her name,\nWell known by many men. O\n221A.2 Out came the Laird of Lauderdale,\nOut frae the South Countrie,\nAll for to court this pretty maid,\nHer bridegroom for to be.\n221A.3 He has teld her father and mither baith,\nAnd a\u2019 the rest o her kin,\nAnd has teld the lass hersell,\nAnd her consent has win.\n221A.4 Then came the Laird of Lochinton,\nOut frae the English border,\nAll for to court this pretty maid,\nWell mounted in good order.\n221A.5 He\u2019s teld her father and mither baith,\nAs I hear sindry say,\nBut he has nae teld the lass her sell,\nTill on her wedding day.\n221A.6 When day was set, and friends were met,\nAnd married to be,\nLord Lauderdale came to the place,\nThe bridal for to see.\n221A.7 \u2018O are you came for sport, young man?\nOr are you come for play?\nOr are you come for a sight o our bride,\nJust on her wedding day?\u2019\n221A.8 \u2018I\u2019m nouther come for sport,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor am I come for play;\nBut if I had one sight o your bride,\nI\u2019ll mount and ride away.\u2019\n221A.9 There was a glass of the red wine\nFilld up them atween,\nAnd ay she drank to Lauderdale,\nWha her true-love had been.\n221A.10 Then he took her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve,\nAnd he mounted her high behind him there,\nAt the bridegroom he askt nae leive.\n221A.11 Then the blude run down by the Cowden Banks,\nAnd down by Cowden Braes,\nAnd ay she gard the trumpet sound,\n\u2018O this is foul, foul play!\u2019\n221A.12 Now a\u2019 ye that in England are,\nOr are in England born,\nCome nere to Scotland to court a lass,\nOr else ye\u2019l get the scorn.\n221A.13 They haik ye up and settle ye by,\nTill on your wedding day,\nAnd gie ye frogs instead o fish,\nAnd play ye foul, foul play.\n221B: Katherine Jafray\n221B.1 THE gallant laird of Lamington\nCam frae the North Countree\nTo court a gallant gay lady,\nAnd wi presents entered he.\n221B.2 He neither stood for gould nor gear-+--+-\nFor she was a well-fared may-+--+-\nAnd whan he got her friends\u2019 consent\nHe set the wedding-day.\n221B.3 She\u2019s sent unto her first fere love,\nGin he would come to see,\nAnd he has sent word back again\nWeel answered should she be.\n221B.4 He has sent a messenger\nRight quietly throe the land,\nWi mony armed men,\nTo be at his command.\n221B.5 The bridegroom looked out at a high window,\nBeheld baith dool and doon,\nAnd there he spied her first fere love,\nCome riding to the toun.\n221B.6 She scoffed and she scorned him,\nUpo the wedding-day,\nAnd said it had been the Fairy Court\nThat he had seen in array.\n221B.7 But as he sat at yon table-head,\nAmo yon gentlemen,\nAnd he began to speak some words\nThat na ane there could ken.\n221B.8 \u2018There is a lass into this town-+--+-\nShe is a weel-far\u2019d may-+--+-\nShe is another man\u2019s bride today,\nBut she\u2019ll play him foul play.\u2019\n221B.9 Up did start the bonny bridegroom,\nHis hat into his hand,\n. . . .\n. . .\n221B.10 \u2018O came you here, young man, to fight?\nOr came you here to flee?\nOr cam you here to drink good wine,\nAnd be good company?\u2019\n221B.11 They filled a cup o good red wine,\nDrunk out between them twa:\n\u2018For one dance wi your bonny bride,\nI shall gae hame my wa.\u2019\n221B.12 He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve,\nHe\u2019s mounted her high behind himself,\nAt her kin\u2019s speired nae leave.\n221B.13 Now . . .\nAnd swords flew in the skies,\nAnd droop and drowsie was the blood\nRan our yon lilly braes.\n221B.14 The blood ran our the lilly bank,\nAnd our the lilly brae,\nAnd sighing said the bonny bride,\n\u2018A, wae\u2019s me for foul play!\u2019\n221B.15 \u2018My blessing on your heart, sweet thing,\nWae to your wilfu will!\nSo many a gallant gentleman\u2019s blood\nThis day as ye\u2019ve garred spill.\n221B.16 \u2018But a\u2019 you that is norland men,\nIf you be norland born,\nCome never south to wed a bryde,\nFor they\u2019ll play you the scorn.\n221B.17 \u2018They will play you the scorn\nUpo your wedding-day,\nAnd gie you frogs instead o fish,\nAnd do you foul, foul play.\u2019\n221C: Katherine Jafray\n221C.1 THERE leeft a may, an a weel-far\u2019d may,\nHigh, high up in yon glen; O\nHer name was Katarine Janfarie,\nShe was courtit by monie men. O\n221C.2 Up then cam Lord Lauderdale,\nUp thrae the Lawland border,\nAnd he has come to court this may,\nA\u2019 mountit in gude order.\n221C.3 He\u2019s telld her father, he\u2019s telld her mother,\nAn a\u2019 the lave o her kin,\nAn he has telld the bonnie lass hersel,\nAn has her favour win.\n221C.4 Out then cam Lord Faughanwood,\nOut frae the English border,\nAn for to court this well-far\u2019d may,\nA\u2019 mountit in gude order.\n221C.5 He telld her father, he telld her mother,\nAn a\u2019 the rest o her kin,\nBut he neer telld the bonnie lass hersell\nTill on her waddin-een.\n221C.6 When they war a\u2019 at denner set,\nDrinkin the bluid-red wine,\n\u2019Twas up then cam Lord Lauderdale,\nThe bridegroom soud hae been.\n221C.7 Up then spak Lord Faughanwood,\nAn he spak very slee:\n\u2018O are ye come for sport?\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Or are ye come for play?\nOr are ye come for a kiss o our bride,\nAn the morn her waddin-day?\u2019\n221C.8 \u2018O I\u2019m no come for ought,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018But for some sport or play;\nAn ae word o yer bonnie bride,\nThan I\u2019ll horse an ride away.\u2019\n221C.9 She filld a cup o the gude red wine,\nSh filld it to the ee:\n\u2018Here\u2019s a health to you, Lord Lauderdale,\nAn a\u2019 your companie.\u2019\n221C.10 She filld a cup o the gude red wine,\nShe filld it to the brim:\n\u2018Here\u2019s a health to you, Lord Lauderdale,\nMy bridegroom should hae been.\u2019\n221C.11 He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the gars-green sleeve,\nAn he has mountit her behind him,\nO the bridegroom spierd nae leave.\n221C.12 \u2018It\u2019[s] now take yer bride, Lord Faughanwood,\nNow take her an ye may;\nBut if ye take yer bride again\nWe will ca it foul play.\u2019\n221C.13 There war four a twenty bonnie boys,\nA\u2019 clad i the simple gray;\nThey said the wad take their bride again,\nBy the strang hand an the may.\n221C.14 Some o them were fu willin men,\nBut they war na willin a\u2019;\nSae four an twentie ladies gay\nBade them ride on their way.\n221C.15 The bluid ran down by the Cadan bank,\nAn in by the Cadan brae,\nAn ther the gard the piper play\nIt was a\u2019 for foul, foul play.\n221C.16 A\u2019 ye lords in fair England\nThat live by the English border,\nGang never to Scotland to seek a wife,\nOr than ye\u2019ll get the scorn.\n221C.17 They\u2019ll keep ye up i temper guid\nUntill yer wadin-day,\nThey\u2019ll thraw ye frogs instead o fish,\nAn steal your bride away.\n221D: Katherine Jafray\n221D.1 There lives a lass into yon bank,\nShe lives hersell alone,\nHer name is Kathrine Jamphray,\nWell known by many a one.\n221D.2 Than came the Laird of Lamington,\nIt\u2019s frae the West Countrie,\nAnd for to court this bonnie may,\nHer bridegroom hopes to be.\n221D.3 He asked at her father, sae did he at her mother,\nAnd the chief of all her kin,\nBut still he askd the lass hersell,\nTill he had her true love won.\n221D.4 At length the Laird of Lachenware\nCame from the English border,\nAnd for to court this bonnie bride,\nWas mounted in good order.\n221D.5 He asked at her father, sae did he at her mother,\nAs I heard many say,\nBut he never loot the lassie wit\nTill on her wedding-day.\n221D.6 She sent a spy into the west\nWhere Lamington might be,\nThat an he wad come and meet wi her\nThat she wad with him gae.\n221D.7 They taen her on to Lachenware,\nAs they have thought it meet;\nThey taen her on to Lachanware,\nThe wedding to compleat.\n221D.8 When they came to Lachanware,\nAnd near-han by the town,\nThere was a dinner-making,\nWi great mirth and renown.\n221D.9 Lamington has mounted twenty-four wiel-wight men,\nWell mounted in array,\nAnd he\u2019s away to see his bonnie bride,\nJust on her wedding-day.\n221D.10 When she came out into the green,\nAmang her company,\nSays, Lamington and Lachanware\nThis day shall fight for me.\u2019\n221D.11 When he came to Lachanware,\nAnd lighted on the green,\nThere was a cup of good red wine\nWas filled them between,\nAnd ay she drank to Lamington,\nHer former love who\u2019d been.\n221D.12 It\u2019s out and spake the bridegroom,\nAnd a angrie man was he:\n\u2018It\u2019s wha is this, my bonnie bride,\nThat ye loe better than me?\n221D.13 RR\u2019rrit\u2019s came you here for sport, young man?\nOr came you here for play?\nOr came you for a sight of my bonnie bride,\nUpon her wedding-day?\u2019\n221D.14 \u2018I came not here for sport,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor came I here for play;\nBut an I had ae word of your bride,\nI\u2019ll horse and gae my way.\u2019\n221D.15 The first time that he calld on her,\nHer answer was him Nay;\nBut the next time that he calld on her,\nShe was not slow to gae.\n221D.16 He took her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve,\nHe\u2019s pulld her on behind him,\nAt the bridegroom speard nae leave.\n221D.17 The blood ran up the caden bank,\nAnd down the Caden brae,\nAnd ay she bade the trumpet sound\n\u2018It\u2019s a\u2019 for foul, foul play.\u2019\n221D.18 \u2018I wonder o you English squires,\nThat are in England born,\nThat ye come to court our Scots lasses,\nFor fear ye get the scorn.\n221D.19 \u2018For fear you get the scorn,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018Upon your wedding-day;\nThey\u2019ll gee you frogs instead of fish,\nAnd take your bride away.\u2019\n221D.20 Fair fa the lads of Lamington,\nHas taen their bride away!\nThey\u2019ll set them up in temper wood\nAnd scorn you all day.\n221E: Katherine Jafray\n221E.1 BONNY Cathrin Jaffray,\nThat proper maid sae fare,\nShe has loved young Lochinvar,\nShe made him no compare.\n221E.2 He courted her the live-long winter-night,\nSae has he the simmer\u2019s day;\nHe has courted her sae long\nTill he sta her heart away.\n221E.3 But the lusty laird of Lamendall\nCame frae the South Country,\nAn for to gain this lady\u2019s love\nIn entreid he.\n221E.4 . . . .\n. . .\nHe has gained her friends\u2019 consent,\nAn sett the wedding-day.\n221E.5 The wedding-day being set,\nAn a\u2019 man to it . . . ,\nShe sent for her first fair love,\nThe wedding to come to.\n221E.6 His father an his mother came,\n. . .\nThey came a\u2019, but he came no;\nIt was a foul play.\n221E.7 Lochinvar, as his comrads\nSat drinkine at the wine,\n[\u2018Fie] on you,\u2019 said his comrads,\n\u2018Tak yer bride for shame.\n221E.8 \u2018Had she been mine, as she was yours,\nAn done as she has done to you,\nI wad tak her on her bridal-day,\nFra a\u2019 her companie.\n221E.9 \u2018Fra a\u2019 her companie,\nWithout any other stay;\nI wad gie them frogs insted o fish,\nAn tak their bride away.\u2019\n221E.10 He gat fifty young men,\nThey were gallant and gay,\nAn fifty maidens,\nAn left them on a lay.\n221E.11 Whan he cam in by Callien bank,\nAn in by Callien brae,\nHe left his company\nDancing on a lay.\n221E.12 He cam to the bridal-house,\nAn in entred he;\n. . .\n. . .\n221E.13 \u2018There was young man in this place\nLoved well a comly may,\nBut the day she gaes an ither man\u2019s bride,\nAn played him foul play.\n221E.14 \u2018Had it been me as it was him,\nAn don as she has don him tee,\nI wad he geen them frogs instead a fish,\nAn taen their bride away.\u2019\n221E.15 The English spiered gin he wad fight;\nIt spak well in his mind;\n. . .\n. . .\n221E.16 \u2018It was no for fightin I cam here,\nBut to bear good fellowship;\nGae me a glass wi your bridegroom,\nAn so I go my way.\u2019\n221E.17 The glass was filled o guid red wine,\n. . . between them twa:\n\u2018Man, man I see yer bride,\nAn so I gae my waa.\u2019\n221E.18 He was on guid horseback,\nAn whipt the bride him wi;\nShe grat an wrang her hands,\nAn said, \u2018It is foul play.\n221E.19 . . . .\n\u2018An this I dare well say,\nFor this day I gaed anither man\u2019s bride,\nAn it\u2019s been foul play.\u2019\n221E.20 But now sh\u2019s Lochinvar\u2019s wife,\n. . . .\nHe gaed them frogs instead o fish,\nAn tain their bride away.\n221F: Katherine Jafray\n221F.1 BONNY catherine Janferry,\nThe dainty dame so fair,\nShe\u2019s faun in love wi young Lochinvar,\nAnd she loved him without compare.\n221F.2 She loved him well, and wondrous well\nTo change her mind away;\nBut the day she goes another man\u2019s bride,\nAnd plays him foul play.\n221F.3 Home came the Laird o Lauderdale,\nA\u2019 from the South Countree,\nAnd a\u2019 to court this weel-fart may,\nAnd I wat good tent took he.\n221F.4 Gold nor gear he did no spare,\nShe was so fair a may,\nAnd he agreed wi her friends all,\nAnd set the wedding-day.\n221F.5 She sent for her first true-love,\nHer wedding to come tee;\nHis father and his mother both,\nThey were to come him wi.\n221F.6 His father and his mother both,\nThey were to come him wi;\nAnd they came both, and he came no,\nAnd this was foul play.\n221F.7 He\u2019s sent a quiet messenger\nNow out thro a\u2019 the land,\nTo warn a humdred gentlemen,\nO gallant and good renown.\n221F.8 O gallant and good renown,\nAnd all o good aray,\nAnd now he\u2019s made his trumpet soun\nA voss o foul play.\n221F.9 As they came up by Caley buss,\nAnd in by Caley brae,\n\u2018Stay still, stay still, my merry young men,\nStay still, if that you may.\n221F.10 \u2018Stay still, stay still, my merry young men,\nStay still, if that you may;\nI\u2019ll go to the bridal-house,\nAnd see what they will say.\u2019\n221F.11 When he gaed to the bridal-house,\nAnd lighted and gaed in,\nThere were four and twenty English lords,\nO gallant and good renown.\n221F.12 O gallant and good renown,\nAnd all o good aray,\nBut aye he garred his trumpets soun\nA voss o foul play.\n221F.13 When he was at the table set,\nAmang these gentlemen,\nHe begoud to vent some words\nThey cluldna understan.\n221F.14 The English lords, they waxed wroth\nWhat could be in his mind;\nThey stert to foot, on horseback lap,\n\u2018Come fecht! what\u2019s i your mind?\u2019\n221F.15 \u2018I came na here to feght,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018But for good sport and play;\nAnd one glass wi yer bonny bridegroom,\nAnd I\u2019ll go boun away.\u2019\n221F.16 The glass was filled o good reed wine,\nAnd drunken atween the twa;\n\u2018And one glass wi your bonny bride,\nAnd I\u2019se go boun away.\u2019\n221F.17 Her maiden she stood forbye,\nAnd quickly she said, \u2018Nay\nI winna gee a word o her\nTo none nor yet to thee.\u2019\n221F.18 \u2018Oh, one word o yer bonny bride!\nWill ye refuse me one?\nBefore her wedding-day was set,\nI would hae gotten ten.\n221F.19 \u2018Take here my promise, maiden,\nMy promise and my hand,\nOut oer her father\u2019s gates this day\nWi me she shanna gang.\u2019\n221F.20 He\u2019s bent him oer his saddle-bow,\nTo kiss her ere he gaed,\nAnd he fastened his hand in her gown-breast,\nAnd tust her him behind.\n221F.21 He pat the spurs into his horse\nAnd fast rade out at the gate;\nYe wouldna hae seen his yellow locks\nFor the dust o his horse feet.\n221F.22 Fast has he ridden the wan water,\nAnd merrily taen the know.\nAnd then the battle it began;\nI\u2019me sure it was na mow.\n221F.23 Bridles brack, and weight horse lap,\nAnd blades flain in the skies,\nAnd wan and drousie was the blood\nGaed lapperin down the lays.\n221F.24 Now all ye English lords,\nIn England where ye\u2019r borne,\nCome never to Scotland to woo a bride,\nFor they\u2019le gie you the scorn.\n221F.25 For they\u2019le gie you the scorn,\nThe scorn, if that they may;\nThey\u2019ll gie you frogs instead of fish,\nAnd steal your bride away.\n221G: Katherine Jafray\n221G.1 O BONNY Catharine Jaffery,\nThat dainty maid so fair,\nOnce lovd the laird of Lochinvar,\nWithout any compare.\n221G.2 Long time she lood him very well,\nBut they changed her mind away,\nAnd now she goes another\u2019s bride,\nAnd plays him foul play.\n221G.3 The bonny laird of Lauderdale\nCame from the South Countrie,\nAnd he has wooed the pretty maid,\nThro presents entered he.\n221G.4 For tocher-gear he did not stand,\nShe was a dainty may;\nHe \u2019greed him with her friends all,\nAnd set the wedding-day.\n221G.5 When Lochinvar got word o this,\nHe knew not what to do,\nFor losing of a lady fair\nThat he did love so true.\n221G.6 \u2018But if I were young Lochinvar,\nI woud not care a fly\nTo take her on her wedding-day\nFrom all her company.\n221G.7 \u2018Get ye a quiet messenger,\nSend him thro all your land\nFor a hundred and fifty brave young lads,\nTo be at your command.\n221G.8 \u2018To be all at your command,\nAnd your bidding to obey,\nYet still cause you the trumpet sound\nThe voice of foul play.\u2019\n221G.9 He got a quiet messenger\nTo send thro all his land,\nAnd full three hundred pretty lads\nWere all at his command.\n221G.10 Were all at his command,\nAnd his bidding did obey,\nYet still he made the trumpet sound\nThe voice of foul play.\n221G.11 Then he went to the bridal-house,\nAmong the nobles a\u2019,\nAnd when he stepped upon the floor\nHe gave a loud huzza.\n221G.12 \u2018Huzza! huzza! you English men,\nOr borderers who were born,\nNeer come to Scotland for a maid,\nOr else they will you scorn.\n221G.13 \u2018She\u2019ll bring you on with tempting words,\nAye till the wedding-day,\nSyne give you frogs instead of fish,\nAnd play you foul play.\u2019\n221G.14 \u2018The gentlemen all wondered\nWhat could be in his mind,\nAnd asked if he\u2019d a mind to fight;\nWhy spoke he so unkind?\n221G.15 Did he e\u2019er see such pretty men\nAs were there in array?\n\u2018O yes,\u2019 said he, a+e Fairy Court\nWere leaping on the hay.\n221G.16 \u2018As I came in by Hyland banks,\nAnd in by Hyland braes,\nThere did I see a Fairy Court,\nAll leaping on the leas.\n221G.17 \u2018I came not here to fight,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018But for good fellowshio gay;\nI want to drink with your bridegroom,\nAnd then I\u2019ll boun my way.\u2019\n221G.18 The glass was filled with good red wine,\nAnd drunk between them twae:\n\u2018Give me one shake of your bonny bride\u2019s hand,\nAnd then I\u2019ll boun my way.\u2019\n221G.19 He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hands,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve,\nPulld her on horseback him behind,\nAt her friends askd nae leave.\n221G.20 Syne rode the water with great speed,\nAnd merrily the knows;\nThere fifty from the bridal came-+--+-\nIndeed it was nae mows-+--+-\n221G.21 Thinking to take the bride again,\nThro strangth if that they may;\nBut still he gart the trumpet sound\nThe voice of foul play.\n221G.22 There were four and twenty ladies fair\nAll walking on the lea;\nHe gave to them the bonny bride,\nAnd bade them boun their way.\n221G.23 They splintered the spears in pieces now,\nAnd the blades flew in the sky,\nBut the bonny laird of Lochinvar\nHas gained the victory.\n221G.24 Many a wife- and widow\u2019s son\nLay gasping on the ground,\nBut the bonny laird of Lochinvar\nHe has the victory won.\n221H: Katherine Jafray\n221H.1 THERE was a lady fair, fair,\nLived low down in yon glen, O\nAnd she\u2019s been courted far an near\nBy several gentlemen. O\n221H.2 At length the laird of Lammington\nCame frae the West Country,\nAll to court that pretty girl,\nAnd her bridegroom for to be.\n221H.3 He told her father, so did he her mother,\nAnd all the rest of her kin,\nAnd he has told the lass hersel,\nAnd her kind favour has won.\n221H.4 At length the laird of Laughenwaur\nCame frae the English border,\nAnd all to court that pretty girl,\nWell mounted in good order.\n221H.5 He told her father, so did he her mother,\nAs I heard people say,\nBut he ner told the lass hersel,\nTill on her wedding-day.\n221H.6 But when the wedding-day was fixed,\nAnd married for to be,\nThen Lamington came to the town,\nThe bridegroom for to see.\n221H.7 \u2018O are ye come for sport, sir?\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Or are ye come for play?\nOr are ye for a sight o my bonny bride,\nUpon her wedding-day?\u2019\n221H.8 \u2018A\u2019m neither come for sport, sir,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Nor am I come for play,\nBut if I had one word o the bride\nI\u2019d mount and go away.\u2019\n221H.9 There was a cup of the good red wine\nWas filled out them between,\nAnd aye she drank to Lammington,\nWho her true-love had been.\n221H.10 He\u2019s taen her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve;\nHe\u2019s mounted her behind him then,\nAt the bridegroom speered no leave.\n221H.11 The blood ran down by Cowden banks,\nAnd down by Cowden brae,\nAnd aye they gaured the piper play\n\u2018It was a foul, foul play.\u2019\n221H.12 Ye gentlemen of Lochenwaur,\nThat\u2019s laigh in England born,\nCome ner to Scotland to court a wife,\nOr be sure ye\u2019l get the scorn.\n221H.13 The\u2019ll keep ye up, and tamper ye at,\nUntil yer wedding-day,\nAnd they\u2019l gie ye frogs instead o fish,\nAnd they\u2019ll play ye a foul play.\n221I: Katherine Jafray\n221I.1 IN Bordershellin there did dwell\nA comely, handsome may,\nAnd Lochinvar he courted her,\nAnd stole her heart away.\n221I.2 She loved him but owre weel,\nAnd his love drew away;\nAnother man then courted her,\nAnd set the wedding-day,\n221I.3 They set the wedding-day so plain,\nAs plain as it might be;\nShe sent a letter to her former love,\nThe wedding to come see.\n221I.4 When Lochinvar the letter read,\nHe sent owre a\u2019 his land\nFor four and twenty beltit knichts,\nTo come at his command.\n221I.5 They all came to his hand, I say,\nUpon that wedding-day;\nHe set them upon milk-white steeds,\nAnd put them in array.\n221I.6 He set them in array, I say,\nMost pleasant to be seen,\nAnd he\u2019s awa to the wedding-house,\nA single man his lane.\n221I.7 And when he was to the wedding-house come,\nThey wee all sitten down;\nBaith gentlemen and knichts was there,\nAnd lords of high renown.\n221I.8 They saluted him, baith auld and young,\nSpeired how he had spent the day,\nAnd what young Lankashires was yon\nThey saw all in array.\n221I.9 But he answerd them richt scornfullie,\nUpon their wedding-day;\nHe says, It\u2019s been some Fairy Court\nYe\u2019ve seen all in array.\n221I.10 Then rose up the young bridegroom,\nAnd an angry man was he:\n\u2018Lo, art thou come to fight, young man?\nIndeed I\u2019ll fight wi thee.\u2019\n221I.11 \u2018O I am not come to fight,\u2019 he sayd,\n\u2018But good fellowship to hae,\nAnd for to drink the wine sae red,\nAnd then I\u2019ll go away.\u2019\n221I.12 Then they filld him up a brimming glass,\nAnd drank it between them twa:\n\u2018Now one word of your bonnie bride,\nAnd then I\u2019ll go my wa.\u2019\n221I.13 But some were friends, and some were faes,\nYet nane o them was free\nTo let the bride on her wedding-day\nGang out o their companie.\n221I.14 But he took her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by the grass-green sleeve,\nAnd set her on a milk-white steed,\nAnd at nane o them speerd he leave.\n221I.15 Then the blood ran down the Caylin bank,\nAnd owre the Caylin brae;\nThe auld folks knew something o the sport,\nWhich gart them cry, Foul play!\n221I.16 Ye lusty lads of Limberdale,\nTho ye be English born,\nCome nae mair to Scotland to court a maid,\nFor fear ye get the scorn.\n221I.17 For fear that ye do get the scorn\nUpon your wedding-day;\nLeast ye catch frogs instead of fish,\nAnd then ye\u2019ll ca\u2019t foul play.\n221J: Katherine Jafray\n221J.1 THERE was a lass, as I heard say,\nLived low down in a glen;\nHer name was Catharine Johnson,\nWeel known to many men.\n221J.2 Doun cam the laird o Lamingtoun,\nDoun frae the South Countrie,\nAnd he is for this bonnie lass,\nHer bridegroom for to be.\n221J.3 He\u2019s askd her father and mother,\nThe chief of a\u2019 her kin,\nAnd then he askd the bonnie lass,\nAnd did her favour win.\n221J.4 Doun cam an Ehglish gentleman,\nDoun frae the English border;\nHe is for this bonnie lass,\nTo keep his house in order.\n221J.5 He askd her father and mother,\nAs I do them say,\nBut he never askd the lass hersell,\nTill on her wedding-day.\n221J.6 But she has wrote a lang letter,\nAnd sealed it wi her hand,\nAnd sent it to Lord Lamington,\nTo let him understand.\n221J.7 The first line o the letter he read,\nHe was baith glad and fain;\nBut or he read the letter owre\nHe was baith pale and wan.\n221J.8 Then he has sent a messenger,\nAnd out through all his land,\nAnd four-and-twenty armed men\nWas all at his command.\n221J.9 But he has left his merry men,\nLeft them on the lea;\nAnd he\u2019s awa to the wedding-house,\nTo see what he could see.\n221J.10 But when he came to the wedding-house,\nAs I do understand,\nThere were four-and-twenty belted knights\nSat at a table round.\n221J.11 They rose all for to honour him,\nFor he was of high renown;\nThey rose all for to welcome him,\nAnd bade him to sit doun.\n221J.12 O meikle was the good red wine\nIn silver cups did flow,\nBut aye she drank to Lamingtoun,\nFor with him would she go.\n221J.13 O meikle was the good red wine\nIn silver cups gaed round,\nAt length they began to whisper words,\nNone could them understand.\n221J.14 \u2018O came ye here for sport, young man?\nOr cam ye here for play?\nOr cam ye for our bonnie bride,\nOn this her wedding-day?\u2019\n221J.15 \u2018I came not here for sport,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Neither did I for play;\nBut for one word o your bonnie bride\nI\u2019ll mount and ride away.\u2019\n221J.16 They set her maids behind her,\nTo hear what they would say,\nBut the first question he askd at her\nWas always [answered] nay;\nThe next question he askd at her\nWas, \u2018Mount and come away.\u2019\n221J.17 It\u2019s up the Couden bank,\nAnd doun the Couden brae;\nAnd aye she made the trumpet sound,\n\u2018It\u2019s a weel won play.\u2019\n221J.18 O meikle was the blood was shed\nUpon the Couden brae;\nAnd aye she made the trumpet sound,\n\u2018It\u2019s a\u2019 fair play.\u2019\n221J.19 Come, all ye English gentlemen,\nThat is of England born,\nCome nae doun to Scotland,\nFor fear ye get the scorn.\n221J.20 They\u2019ll feed ye up wi flattering words,\nAnd that\u2019s fair play;\nAnd they\u2019ll dress ye frogs instead o fish,\nJust on your wedding-day.\n221K: Katherine Jafray\n221K.1 THERE lives a lass in yonder dale,\nIn yon bonny borrows-town,\nHer name it is Catherine Jeffrey,\nShe is loved by mony a ane.\n221K.2 Lord Lochinvar has courted her\nThese twelve months and a day;\nWith flattering words and fair speeches\nHe has stown her heart away.\n221K.3 There came a knight from south sea-bank,\nFrom north England I mean,\nHe alighted at her father\u2019s yetts,\nHis stile is Lord Lymington.\n221K.4 He has courted her father and moth\nHer kinsfolk ane and aye,\nBut he never told the lady hersell\nTill he set the wedding-day.\n221K.5 \u2018Prepare, prepare, my daughter dear,\nPrepare, to you I say;\nFor the night it is good Wednesday night,\nAnd the morn is your wedding-day.\u2019\n221K.6 \u2018O tell to me, father,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018O tell me who it is wi;\nFor I\u2019ll never wed a man on earth\nTill I know what he be.\u2019\n221K.7 \u2018He\u2019s come a knight from the south sea-bank,\nFrom north England I mean,\nFor when he lighted at my yetts,\nHis stile is Lord Lymington.\u2019\n221K.8 \u2018O where will I get a bonny boy\nWill win baith meet and fee,\nAnd will run on to Lochinvar\nAnd come again to me?\u2019\n221K.9 \u2018O here am I, a bonny boy\nThat will win baith hose and sheen,\nAnd will run on to Lochinvar,\nAnd come right seen again.\u2019\n221K.10 \u2018Where ye find the brigs broken,\nBend your bow and swim;\nWhere ye find the grass growing,\nSlack your bow and run.\n221K.11 \u2018When ye come on to Lochinvar,\nByde not to chap nor ca,\nBut set your bent bow to your breast\nAnd lightly loup the wa.\n221K.12 \u2018Bid him mind the words he last spake,\nWhen we sendered on the lee;\nBid him saddle and ride full fast,\nIf he be set for me.\u2019\n221K.13 Where he found the brigs broken,\nHe bent his bow and swam;\nWhere he found the grass growing,\nHe slackt his bow and ran.\n221K.14 When he came on to Lochinvar,\nGe did not chap nor ca;\nHe set his bentbow till his breast\nAnd lightly leapt the wa.\n221K.15 \u2018What news? what news, my bonny boy?\nWhat news have ye to me?\u2019\n\u2018Bad news, bad news, my lord,\u2019 he said,\nYour lady awa will be.\n221K.16 \u2018You\u2019r bidden mind the words ye last spake,\nWhen we sendered on the lee;\nYou\u2019r bidden saddle and ride full fast,\nGin ye set for her be.\u2019\n221K.17 When he came to her father\u2019s yetts,\nThere he alighted down;\nThe cups of gold of good red wine\nWere going roun and roun.\n221K.18 \u2018Now came ye here for sport?\u2019 they said,\n\u2018Or came ye here for play?\nOr for a sight of our bonny bride,\nAnd then to boun your way?\u2019\n221K.19 \u2018I came not here for sport,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018Nor came I here for play,\nBut if I had a sight of your bonny bride\nThen I will boun my way.\u2019\n221K.20 When Lymington he called on her,\nShe would not come at a\u2019,\nBut Lochinvar he called on her,\nAnd she was not sweer to draw.\n221K.21 He has taen her by the milk-white hand,\nAnd by her silken sleeve,\nHe has mounted her high him behind,\nHe spiered nae mair their leave.\n221K.22 And aye she scoffed and scorned them,\nAnd aye she rode away,\nAnd aye she gart the trumpet sound\nThe voice of foul play,\nTo take the bride frae her bridegroom\nUpon her wedding-day.\n221K.23 As they came in by Foudlin dyke,\nAnd in by Foudlin stane,\nThere were mony gallant Englishmen\nLay gasping on the green.\n221K.24 Now a\u2019 you that are English lords,\nAnd are in England born,\nCome never here to court your brides,\nFor fear ye get the scorn.\n221K.25 For aye they\u2019ll scoff and scorn you,\nAnd aye they\u2019ll ride away;\nThey\u2019ll gie you frogs instead of fish,\nAnd call it foul play.\n221L: Katherine Jafray\n221L.1 THEY ask d him and speir d him,\nAnd unto him did say,\n\u2018O saw ye ocht o an armed band,\nAs ye cam on your way?\u2019\n221L.2 He jested them and jeer d them,\nAnd thus to them did say,\n\u2018O I saw nocht but a fairy troop,\nAs I rode on my way.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 221. Katherine Jafray","type":"page"}