{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch232.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch232.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch232.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 232A: Richie Story\n \n \n 232A.1 THE Earl of Wigton had three daughters,\n Oh and a waly, but they were unco bonnie!\n The eldest of them had the far brawest house,\n But she\u2019s fallen in love with her footman-laddie.\n 232A.2 As she was a walking doun by yon river-side,\n Oh and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!\n There she espied her own footman,\n With ribbons hanging over his shoulders sae bonnie.\n 232A.3 \u2018Here\u2019s a letter to you, madame,\n Here\u2019s a letter to you, madame;\n The Earl of Hume is waiting on,\n And he has his service to you, madame.\u2019\n 232A.4 \u2018I\u2019ll have none of his service,\u2019 says she,\n \u2018I\u2019ll have none of his service,\u2019 says she,\n \u2018For I\u2019ve made a vow, and I\u2019ll keep it true,\n That I\u2019ll marry none but you, Ritchie.\u2019\n 232A.5 \u2018O say not so again, madame,\n O say not so again, madame;\n For I have neither lands nor rents\n For to keep you on, madam.\u2019\n 232A.6 \u2018I\u2019ll live where eer you please, Ritchie,\n I\u2019ll live where eer you please, [Ritchie,]\n And I\u2019ll be ready at your ca\u2019,\n Either late or early, Ritchie.\u2019\n 232A.7 As they went in by Stirling toun,\n O and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!\n A\u2019 her silks were sailing on the ground,\n But few of them knew of Ritchie Story.\n 232A.8 As they went in by the Parliament Close,\n O and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!\n All the nobles took her by the hand,\n But few of them knew she was Ritchie\u2019s lady.\n 232A.9 As they came in by her goodmother\u2019s yetts,\n O and a wally, but she was unco bonnie!\n Her goodmother bade her kilt her coats,\n And muck the byre with Ritchie Storie.\n 232A.10 \u2018Oh, may not ye be sorry, madame,\n Oh, may not ye be sorry, madame,\n To leave a\u2019 your lands at bonnie Cumbernaud,\n And follow home your footman-laddie?\u2019\n 232A.11 \u2018What need I be sorry?\u2019 says she,\n \u2018What need I be sorry?\u2019 says she,\n \u2018For I\u2019ve gotten my lot and my heart\u2019s desire,\n And what Providence has ordered for me.\u2019\n \n \n \n 232B: Richie Story\n \n \n 232B.1 COMARNAD is a very bonny place,\n And there is ladies three, madam,\n But the fairest and rairest o them a\u2019\n Has married Richard Storry.\n 232B.2 \u2018O here is a letter to ye, madam,\n Here is a letter to ye, madam;\n The Earle of Hume, that gallant knight,\n Has fallen in love wi ye, madam.\u2019\n 232B.3 \u2018There is a letter to ye, madam,\n [There is a letter to ye, madam;]\n That gallant knight, the Earl of Hume,\n Desires to be yer servan true, madam.\n 232B.4 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane o his letters, Richard,\n I\u2019ll hae nane o his letters, [Richard;]\n I hae voued, and will keep it true,\n I\u2019ll marry nane but ye, Richie.\u2019\n 232B.5 \u2018Say ne sae to me, lady,\n Say ne sae to me, [lady,]\n For I hae neither lands nor rents\n To mentain ye, lady.\u2019\n 232B.6 \u2018Hunten Tour and Tillebarn,\n The House o Athol is mine, Richie,\n An ye sal hae them a\u2019\n Whan ere ye incline, Richie.\n 232B.7 \u2018For we will gae to sea, Richie,\n I\u2019ll sit upon the deck, Richie,\n And be your servant ere and late,\n At any hour ye like, [Richie.\u2019]\n 232B.8 \u2018O manna ye be sad, sister,\n An mann ye be sae sorry,\n To leave the house o bonny Comarnad,\n An follow Richard Storry?\u2019\n 232B.9 \u2018O what neads I be sad, sister,\n An how can I be sorry?\n A bonny lad is my delit,\n And my lot has been laid afore me.\u2019\n 232B.10 As she went up the Parliament Close,\n Wi her laced shoon so fine,\n Many ane bad the lady good day,\n But few thought o Richard\u2019s lady.\n 232B.11 As she gaed up the Parliament Close,\n Wi her laced shoon so fine,\n Mony ane hailed that gay lady,\n But few hailed Richard Storry.\n \n \n \n 232C: Richie Story\n \n \n 232C.1 THERE are three white hens i the green, madam,\n There are three white hens i the green, madam,\n But Richie Story he\u2019s comd by,\n And he\u2019s stollen away the fairest o them.\n 232C.2 \u2018O are\u2019int ye now sad, sister,\n O are\u2019in[t] ye now sad, sister,\n To leave your bowers and your bony Skimmerknow,\n And follow the lad they call Richie Story?\u2019\n 232C.3 \u2018O say that not again, sister,\n O say that not again, sister,\n For he is the lad that I love best,\n And he is the lot that has fallen to me.\u2019\n 232C.4 \u2018O there\u2019s a letter to thee, madam,\n O there\u2019s a letter to thee, madam;\n The Earl of Hume and Skimmerjim,\n For to be sweethearts to thee, madam.\u2019\n 232C.5 \u2018But I\u2019ll hae none of them, Richie,\n But I\u2019ll hae none of them, Richie,\n For I have made a vow, and I\u2019ll keep it true,\n I\u2019ll have none but Ric[h]ie Story.\u2019\n 232C.6 \u2018O say not that again, madam,\n O say not that again, madam,\n For the Earl of Hume and Skimmerjim,\n They are men of high renown.\u2019\n 232C.7 \u2018Musslebury\u2019s mine, Richie,\n Musslebury\u2019s mine, Richie,\n And a\u2019 that\u2019s mine it shall be thine,\n If you will marry me, Richie.\u2019\n 232C.8 As she went up through Glasgow city,\n Her gold watch was shining pretty;\n Many [a] lord bade her good day,\n But none thought she was a footman\u2019s lady.\n 232C.9 As she went up through London city,\n There she met her scolding minny:\n \u2018Cast off your silks and kilt your coats,\n And muck the byre wi Richie Story.\u2019\n 232C.10 \u2018Hold your tongue, my scolding minnie,\n Hold your tongue, my scolding minnie;\n For I\u2019ll cast of my silks and kilt my coats,\n And muck the byres wi Richie Story.\u2019\n \n \n \n 232D: Richie Story\n \n \n 232D.1 AS I came in by Thirlwirl Bridge,\n A coming frae the land of fair Camernadie,\n There I met my ain true love,\n Wi ribbons at her shoulders many.\n 232D.2 \u2018Here is a letter to you, madam;\n [Here is a letter to you, madam;]\n The Earl of Hume\u2019s eldest son\n Sent this letter to you, madam.\n 232D.3 \u2018I\u2019ll have none of his [letters], Richy,\n I\u2019ll have none of his letters, Richy;\n I made a vow, and I\u2019ll keep it true,\n I\u2019ll wed wi nane but you, Richy.\u2019\n 232D.4 \u2018Say not so again, madam,\n Say not so again, madam;\n I have neither lands nor rents\n To maintain you on, madam.\u2019\n 232D.5 \u2018I\u2019ll sit aneath the duke, Richy,\n I\u2019ll sit aneath the duke, Richy;\n I\u2019ll sit on hand, at your command\n At ony time ye like, Richy.\u2019\n 232D.6 As they came in by Thirlewirle Bridge,\n A coming frae fair Cummernadie,\n She brak the ribbons that tied her shoon\n Wi following after the footman-laddie.\n 232D.7 \u2018O but ye be sad, sister,\n O but ye be sad and sorry,\n To eave the lands o bonnie Cummernad,\n To gang alang wi a footman-laddie!\u2019\n 232D.8 \u2018How can I be sad, sister?\n How can I be sad or sorry?\n I have gotten my heart\u2019s delight;\n And what can ye get mair?\u2019 says she.\n 232D.9 To the house-end Richy brought his lady,\n To the house-end Richy brought his lady;\n Her mother-in-law gart her kilt her coats,\n And muck the byre wi Richy Story.\n \n \n \n 232E: Richie Story\n \n \n 232E.1 THE Earl of Wigton has seven sisters,\n And O but they be wondrous bonnie!\n And the bonniest lass amang them a\u2019\n Has fallen in love wi Richie Storie.\n 232E.2 As I came down by yon river-side,\n And down by the banks of Eache bonnie,\n There I met my own true-love,\n Wi ribbons on her shoulders bonnie.\n 232E.3 \u2018Here is a letter for you, madam,\n Here is a letter for you, madam;\n The earl of Aboyne has a noble design\n To be a suitor to you, madam.\u2019\n 232E.4 \u2018I\u2019ll hae nane of his letters, Richie,\n I\u2019ll hae nane of his letters, Richie,\n For I\u2019ve made a vow, and I\u2019ll keep it true,\n That I\u2019ll hae nane but you, Richie.\u2019\n 232E.5 \u2018Take your word again, madam,\n Take your word again, madam,\n For I have neither land nor rents\n For to mentain you on, madam.\u2019\n 232E.6 \u2018I\u2019ll sit below the dyke, Richie,\n I\u2019ll sit below the dyke, Richie,\n And I will be at your command\n At ony time you like, Richie.\n 232E.7 \u2018Ribbons you shall wear, Richie,\n Ribbons you shall wear, Richie,\n A cambric band about your neck,\n And vow but ye\u2019ll be braw, Richie!\u2019\n 232E.8 As they came in by the West Port,\n The naps of gold were bobbing bonnie;\n Many a one bade this lady gude-day,\n But neer a one to Richie Storie.\n 232E.9 As they came up the Parliament Close,\n Naps of gold were bobbing bonnie;\n Many a gentleman lifted his cap,\n But few kennd she was Richie\u2019s lady.\n 232E.10 . . . .\n . . . .\n And ay methinks we\u2019ll drink the night\n In Cambernauld sae bonnie.\n 232E.11 \u2018It\u2019s are not you sick, sister,\n Are not you very sorrie,\n To leave the lands of bonnie Cambernauld,\n And run awae wi Richie Storie?\u2019\n 232E.12 \u2018Why should I be sick, sister,\n O why should I be any sorrie,\n When I hae gotten my heart\u2019s delight?\n I hae gotten the lot was laid afore me.\u2019\n \n \n \n 232F: Richie Story\n \n \n 232F.1 THE Erle of Wigton had three daughters,\n O braw wallie, but they were bonnie!\n The youngest o them, and the bonniest too,\n Has fallen in love wi Richie Storie.\n 232F.2 \u2018Here\u2019s a letter for ye, madame,\n Here\u2019s a letter for ye, madame;\n The Erle o Home wad fain presume\n To be a suitor to ye, madame.\u2019\n 232F.3 \u2018I\u2019l hae nane o your letters, Richie;\n I\u2019l hae nane o your letters, Richie;\n For I\u2019ve made a vow, and I\u2019ll keep it true,\n The I\u2019l have none but you, Richie.\u2019\n 232F.4 \u2018O do not say so, madame;\n O do not say so, madame;\n For I have neither land nor rent,\n For to maintain you o, madame.\n 232F.5 \u2018Ribands ye maun wear, madame,\n Ribands ye maun wear, madame;\n With the bands about your neck\n O the goud that shines sae clear, madame.\u2019\n 232F.6 \u2018I\u2019l lie ayont a dyke, Richie,\n I\u2019l lie ayont a dyke, Richie;\n And I\u2019l be aye at your command\n And bidding, whan ye like, Richie.\u2019\n 232F.7 O he\u2019s gane on the braid, braid road,\n And she\u2019s gane through the broom sae bonnie,\n Her silken robes down to her heels,\n And she\u2019s awa wi Richie Storie.\n 232F.8 This lady gade up the Parliament stair,\n Wi pendles in her lugs sae bonnie;\n Mony a lord lifted his hat,\n But little did they ken she was richie\u2019s lady.\n 232F.9 Up then spak the Erle o Home\u2019s lady;\n \u2018Was na ye richt sorrie, Annie,\n To leave the lands o bonnie Cumbernauld\n And follow Richie Storie, Annie?\u2019\n 232F.10 \u2018O what need I be sorrie, madame?\n O what need I be sorrie, madame?\n For I\u2019ve got them that I like best,\n And war ordained for me, madame.\u2019\n 232F.11 \u2018Cumbernauld is mine, Annie,\n Cumbernauld is mine, Annie;\n And a\u2019 that\u2019s mine, it shall be thine,\n As we sit at the wine, Annie.\u2019\n \n \n \n 232G: Richie Story\n \n \n 232G.1 THERE were five ladies lived in a bouer,\n Lived in a bouer at Cumbernaldie;\n The fairest and youngest o them a\u2019\n Has fa\u2019n in love wi her footman-laddie.\n 232G.2 \u2018Here is a letter to you, ladye,\n Here is a letter to you, ladye;\n The Earl o Hume has written doun\n That he will be your footman-laddie.\u2019\n 232G.3 \u2018I want nane o his service, Ritchie,\n I want nane o his service, Ritchie;\n For I\u2019ve made a vow, and I\u2019ll keep it true,\n That I\u2019ll wed nane but thee, Ritchie.\u2019\n 232G.4 \u2018O that canna be, ladye,\n O that canna be, ladye;\n For I\u2019ve neither house nor land,\n Nor ought suiting ye, ladye.\u2019\n 232G.5 \u2018Livd ye on yonder hill, Ritchie,\n Livd ye on yonder hill, Ritchie,\n There\u2019s my hand, I\u2019m at your command,\n Marry me whan ye will, Ritchie!\u2019\n 232G.6 This boy he went to his bed,\n It was a\u2019 to try this fair ladye;\n But she went up the stair to him:\n \u2018Ye maun leave your comrades, Ritchie.\n 232G.7 \u2018To the Borders we maun gang, Ritchie,\n To the Borders we maun gang, Ritchie,\n For an my auld father he get word,\n It\u2019s you he will cause hang, Ritchie.\u2019\n 232G.8 \u2018To the Borders we\u2019ll na gang, ladye,\n To the Borders we\u2019ll na gang, ladye;\n For altho your auld father got word,\n It\u2019s me he dare na hang, ladye.\u2019\n 232G.9 As they passed by her mither\u2019s bouer,\n O but her sisters they were sorry!\n They bade her tak aff the robes o silk,\n And muck the byres wi Ritchie Storry.\n 232G.10 Whan they cam to yon hie hill,\n Dear vow, but the lady she was sorry!\n She looked oure her left showther-+--+-\n \u2018O an I war in bonny Cumbernaldie!\u2019\n 232G.11 \u2018O are na ye sorry now, ladye,\n O are na ye sorry now, ladye,\n For to forsake the Earl o Hume,\n And follow me, your footman-laddie?\u2019\n 232G.12 \u2018How could I be sorry, Ritchie,\n How could I be sorry, Ritchie?\n Such a gudely man as you,\n And the lot that lies afore me, Ritchie.\u2019\n 232G.13 As they rode up through Edinburgh toun,\n Her gowd watch hang doun sae gaudie;\n Monie a lord made her a bow,\n But nane o them thoucht she was Ritchie\u2019s ladye.\n 232G.14 Whan they cam to Ritchie\u2019s yetts,\n Dear vow, but the music playd bonnie!\n There were four-and-twenty gay ladies\n To welcome hame Richard Storry\u2019s ladye.\n 232G.15 He called for a priest wi speed,\n A priest wi speed was soon ready,\n And she was na married to the Earl of Hume,\n But she blesses the day she got Richard Storry.\n 232G.16 A coach and six they did prepare,\n A coach and six they did mak ready,\n A coach and six they did prepare,\n And she blesses the day made her Ritchie\u2019s lady.\n \n \n \n 232H: Richie Story\n \n \n 232H.1 Blair-in-Athol\u2019s mine, Ritchie,\n Blair-in-Athol\u2019s mine, Ritchie,\n And bonny Dunkeld, where I do dwell,\n And these shall a\u2019 be thine, Ritchie.\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: 233. Andrew Lammie","title":"The Child Ballads: 232. Richie Story","type":"page"}