{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch235.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch235.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch235.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 235A: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235A.1 THE Earl of Aboyne he\u2019s courteous and kind,\n He\u2019s kind to every woman,\n And the Earl of Aboyne he\u2019s courteous and kind,\n But he stays ower lang in London.\n 235A.2 The ladie she stood on her stair-head,\n Beholding his grooms a coming;\n She knew by their livery and raiment so rare\n That their last voyage was from London.\n 235A.3 \u2018My grooms all, ye\u2019ll be well in call,\n Hold all the stables shining;\n With a bretther o degs ye\u2019ll clear up my nags,\n Sin my gude lord Aboyne is a coming.\n 235A.4 \u2018My minstrels all, be well in call,\n Hold all my galleries ringing;\n With music springs ye\u2019ll try well your strings,\n Sin my gude lord\u2019s a coming.\n 235A.5 \u2018My cooks all, be well in call,\n Wi pots and spits well ranked;\n And nothing shall ye want that ye call for,\n Sin my gude Lord Aboyne\u2019s a coming.\n 235A.6 \u2018My chamber-maids, ye\u2019ll dress up my beds,\n Hold all my rooms in shining;\n With Dantzic waters ye\u2019ll sprinkle my walls,\n Sin my good lord\u2019s a coming.\u2019\n 235A.7 Her shoes was of the small cordain,\n Her stockings silken twisting;\n Cambrick so clear was the pretty lady\u2019s smock,\n And her stays o the braided sattin.\n 235A.8 Her coat was of the white sarsenent,\n Set out wi silver quiltin,\n And her gown was o the silk damask,\n Set about wi red gold walting.\n 235A.9 Her hair was like the threads of gold,\n Wi the silk and sarsanet shining,\n Wi her fingers sae white, and the gold rings sae grite,\n To welcome her lord from London.\n 235A.10 Sae stately she steppit down the stair,\n And walkit to meet him coming;\n Said, O ye\u2019r welcome, my bonny lord,\n Ye\u2019r thrice welcome home from London!\n 235A.11 \u2018If this be so that ye let me know,\n Ye\u2019ll come kiss me for my coming,\n For the morn should hae been my bonny wedding-day\n Had I stayed the night in London.\u2019\n 235A.12 Then she turned her about wi an angry look,\n O for such a sorry woman!\n \u2018If this be so that ye let me know,\n Gang kiss your ladies in London.\u2019\n 235A.13 Then he looked ower his left shoulder\n To the worthie companie wi him;\n Says he, Isna this an unworthy welcome\n The we\u2019ve got, comin from London!\n 235A.14 \u2018Get yer horse in call, my nobles all,\n And I\u2019m sorry for yer coming,\n But we\u2019ll horse, and awa to the bonny Bog o Gight,\n And then we\u2019ll go on to London.\u2019\n 235A.15 \u2018If this be Thomas, as they call you,\n You\u2019ll see if he\u2019ll hae me with him;\n And nothing shall he be troubled with me\n But myself and my waiting-woman.\u2019\n 235A.16 \u2018I\u2019ve asked it already, lady,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And your humble servant, madam;\n But one single mile he winna lat you ride\n Wi his company and him to London.\u2019\n 235A.17 A year and mare she lived in care,\n And docters wi her dealin,\n And with a crack her sweet heart brack,\n And the letters is on to London.\n 235A.18 When the letters he got, they were all sealed in black,\n And he fell in a grievous weeping;\n He said, She is dead whom I loved best\n If I had but her heart in keepin.\n 235A.19 Then fifteen o the finest lords\n That London could afford him,\n From their hose to their hat, they were all clad in black,\n For the sake of her corpse, Margaret Irvine.\n 235A.20 The furder he gaed, the sorer he wept,\n Come keping her corpse, Margaret Irvine.\n Until that he came to the yetts of Aboyne,\n Where the corpse of his lady was lying.\n \n \n \n 235B: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235B.1 THE Earl o Aboyne to old England\u2019s gone,\n An a his nobles wi him;\n Sair was the heart his fair lady had\n Because she wanna wi him.\n 235B.2 As she was a walking in her garden green,\n Amang her gentlewomen,\n Sad was rhe letter that came to her,\n Her lord was wed in Lunan.\n 235B.3 \u2018Is this true, my Jean,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018My lord is wed in Lunan?\u2019\n \u2018O no, O no, my lady gay,\n For the Lord o Aboyne is comin.\u2019\n 235B.4 When she was looking oer her castell-wa,\n She spied twa boys comin:\n \u2018What news, what news, my bonny boys?\n What news hae ye frae Lunan?\u2019\n 235B.5 \u2018Good news, good news, my lady gay,\n The Lord o Aboyne is comin;\n He\u2019s scarcely twa miles frae the place,\n Ye\u2019ll hear his bridles ringin.\u2019\n 235B.6 \u2018O my grooms all, be well on call,\n An hae your stables shinin;\n Of corn an hay spare nane this day,\n Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.\n 235B.7 \u2018My minstrels all, be well on call,\n And set your harps a tunin,\n Wi the finest springs, spare not the strings,\n Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.\n 235B.8 \u2018My cooks all, be well on call,\n An had your spits a runnin,\n Wi the best o roast, an spare nae cost,\n Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.\n 235B.9 \u2018My maids all, be well on call,\n An hae your flours a shinin;\n Cover oer the stair wi herbs sweet an fair,\n Cover the fours wi linen,\n An dress my bodie in the finest array,\n Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.\u2019\n 235B.10 Her gown was o the guid green silk,\n Fastned wi red silk trimmin;\n Her apron was o the guid black gaze,\n Her hood o the finest linen.\n 235B.11 Sae stately she stept down the stair,\n To look gin he was comin;\n She called on Kate, her chamer-maid,\n An Jean, her gentlewoman,\n To bring her a bottle of the best wine,\n To drink his health that\u2019s comin.\n 235B.12 She\u2019s gaen to the close, taen him from frae\u2019s horse,\n Says, You\u2019r thrice welcome fra Lunan!\n \u2018If I be as welcome hauf as ye say,\n Come kiss me for my comin,\n For tomorrow should been my wedding-day\n Gin I\u2019d staid on langer in Lunan.\u2019\n 235B.13 She turned about wi a disdainful look\n To Jean, her gentlewoman:\n \u2018If tomorrow should been your wedding-day,\n Go kiss your whores in Lunan.\u2019\n 235B.14 \u2018O my nobles all, now turn your steeds,\n I\u2019m sorry for my comin;\n For the night we\u2019ll alight at the bonny Bog o Gight,\n Tomorrow tak horse for Lunan.\u2019\n 235B.15 \u2018O Thomas, my man, gae after him,\n An spier gin I\u2019ll win wi him;\u2019\n \u2018Yes, madam, I hae pleaded for thee,\n But a mile ye winna win wi him.\u2019\n 235B.16 Here and there she ran in care,\n An doctors wi her dealin;\n But in a crak her bonny heart brak,\n And letters gaed to Lunan.\n 235B.17 When he saw the letter sealed wi black,\n He fell on \u2019s horse weeping:\n \u2018If she be dead that I love best,\n She has my heart a keepin.\n 235B.18 \u2018My nobles all, ye\u2019ll turn your steeds,\n That comely face [I] may see then;\n Frae the horse to the hat, a\u2019 must be black,\n And mourn for bonny Peggy Irvine.\u2019\n 235B.19 When they came near to the place,\n They heard the dead-bell knellin,\n And aye the turnin o the bell\n Said, Come bury bonny Peggy Irvine.\n \n \n \n 235C: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235C.1 THE Earl of Aboyne he\u2019s careless an kin,\n An he is new come frae London;\n He sent his man him before,\n To tell o his hame-comin.\n 235C.2 First she called on her chamberline,\n Sin on Jeanie, her gentlewoman:\n \u2018Bring me a glass o the best claret win,\n To drink my good lord\u2019s well-hame-comin.\n 235C.3 \u2018My servants all, be ready at a call,\n . . . .\n . . . .\n For the Lord of Aboyne is comin\n 235C.4 \u2018My cooks all, be ready at a call\n . . . .\n Wi the very best of meat,\n For the Lord of Aboyne is comin.\n 235C.5 \u2018My maids all, be ready at a call,\n . . . .\n The rooms I\u2019ve the best all to be dressd,\n For the Lord af Aboyn is comin.\u2019\n 235C.6 She did her to the closs to take him fra his horse,\n An she welcomed him frae London:\n . . . .\n \u2018Ye\u2019r welcome, my good lord, frae London!\u2019\n 235C.7 \u2018An I be sae welcome, he says,\n \u2018Ye\u2019ll kiss me for my comin,\n For the morn sud hae bin my weddin-day\n Gif I had staid in London.\u2019\n 235C.8 She turned her about wi a disdainfull look,\n Dear, she was a pretty woman!\n \u2018Gif the morn shud hae bin yer weddin-day,\n Ye may kiss your whores in London.\u2019\n 235C.9 . . . .\n . . . .\n \u2018So I shall, madam, an ye\u2019s hae na mare to sey,\n For I\u2019ll dine wi the Marquis of Huntley.\u2019\n 235C.10 She did her to his servant-man,\n I wat they caed him Peter Gordon:\n \u2018Ye will ask my good lord if he will let me\n Wi him a single mile to ride [to London].\u2019\n 235C.11 \u2018Ye need not, madam, . .\n I have asked him already;\n He will not let ye a single mile ride,\n For he is to dine with the Marquis o Huntly.\u2019\n 235C.12 She called on her chamber-maid,\n Sin on Jean, her gentlewoman:\n \u2018Ge make my bed, an tye up my head,\n Woe\u2019s me for his hame-comin!\u2019\n 235C.13 She lived a year and day, wi mickle grief and wae,\n The doctors were wi her dealin;\n Within a crack, her heart it brack,\n As the letters they went to London.\n 235C.14 He gae the table wi his foot,\n An koupd it wi his knee,\n Gared silver cup an easer dish\n In flinders flee.\n 235C.15 . . . .\n . . . .\n \u2018I wad I had lost a\u2019 the lands o Aboyne\n Or I had lost bonny Margat Irvine.\u2019\n 235C.16 He called on his best serving-man,\n I wat the caed him Peter Gordon:\n \u2018Gae get our horses sadled wi speed,\n Woe\u2019s me for our hame-comin!\n 235C.17 . . . .\n . . . .\n \u2018For we will a\u2019 be in black, fra the hose to the hat,\n Woe\u2019s me for bonny Margat Irvine!\n 235C.18 \u2018We must to the North, to bury her corps,\n Alas for our hame-comin!\n I rather I had lost a\u2019 the lands o Aboyne\n Or I had lost bonny Margat Irvine.\u2019\n \n \n \n 235D: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235D.1 THE guid Earl o Boyn\u2019s awa to Lonon gone,\n An a\u2019 his gallan grooms wie him,\n But, for a\u2019 the ribbons that hing at her hat,\n He has left his fair lady behind him.\n 235D.2 He had not been in London toun\n A month but barely one, O,\n Till the letters an the senes they came to her hand\n That he was in love with another woman.\n 235D.3 \u2018O what think ye o this, my bonny boy?\u2019 she says,\n \u2018What think ye o my lord at london?\n What think ye o this, my bonny boy?\u2019 she says,\n \u2018He\u2019s in love wie another woman.\u2019\n 235D.4 That lady lookd out at her closet-window,\n An saw the gallan grooms coming;\n \u2018What think ye o this, my bonny boy?\u2019 she says,\n \u2018For yonder the gallan grooms coming.\u2019\n 235D.5 Stately, stately steppit she doun\n To welcome the gallan grooms from London:\n \u2018Ye\u2019re welcome, ye\u2019re welcome, gallan grooms a\u2019;\n Is the guid Earl o Boyn a coming?\n 235D.6 \u2018What news, what news, my gallan grooms a\u2019?\n What news have ye from London?\n What news, what news, my gallan grooms a\u2019?\n Is the guid Earl o Boyn a-coming?\u2019\n 235D.7 \u2018No news, no news,\u2019 said they gallan grooms a\u2019,\n \u2018No news hae we from London;\n No news, no news,\u2019 said the gallan grooms a\u2019,\n \u2018But the guid Earl o Boyn\u2019s a coming,\n An he\u2019s not two miles from the palace-gates,\n An he\u2019s fast coming hame from London.\u2019\n 235D.8 \u2018Ye stable-grooms a\u2019, be ready at the ca,\n An have a\u2019 your stables in shening,\n An sprinkle them over wie some costly water,\n Since the guid Earl o Boyn\u2019s a coming.\n 235D.9 \u2018Ye pretty cooks a\u2019, be ready at the ca,\n An have a\u2019 your spits in turning,\n An see that ye spare neither cost nor pains,\n Since the guid Earl o Boyn\u2019s a coming.\n 235D.10 \u2018Ye servant-maids, ye\u2019ll trim up the beds,\n An wipe a\u2019 the rooms oer wie linnen,\n An put a double daisy at every stair-head,\n Since the guid Earl o Boyn\u2019s a coming.\n 235D.11 \u2018Ye\u2019ll call to me my chambermaid,\n An Jean, my gentlewoman,\n An they\u2019ll dress me in some fine array,\n Since the good Earl o Boyn\u2019s a coming.\u2019\n 235D.12 Her stockens were o the good fine silk,\n An her shirt it was o the camric,\n An her goun it was a\u2019 giltit oer,\n An she was a\u2019 hung oer wie rubbies.\n 235D.13 That lady lookd out at her closet-window,\n An she thought she saw him coming:\n \u2018Go fetch to me some fine Spanish wine,\n That I may drink his health that\u2019s a coming.\u2019\n 235D.14 Stately, stately steppit she doun\n To welcome her lord from london,\n An as she walked through the close\n She\u2019s peed him from his horse.\n 235D.15 \u2018Ye\u2019re welcome, ye\u2019re welcome, my dearest dear,\n Ye\u2019re three times welcome from London!\u2019\n \u2018If I be as welcome as ye say,\n Ye\u2019ll kiss my for my coming;\n Come kiss me, come kiss me, my dearest dear,\n Come kiss me, my bonny Peggy Harboun.\u2019\n 235D.16 O she threw her arms aroun his neck,\n To kiss him for his coming:\n \u2018If I had stayed another day,\n I\u2019d been in love wie another woman.\n 235D.17 She turned her about wie a very stingy look,\n She was as sorry as any woman;\n She threw a napkin out-oure her face,\n Says, Gang kiss your whore at London.\n 235D.18 \u2018Ye\u2019ll mount an go, my gallan grooms a\u2019,\n Ye\u2019ll mount and back again to London;\n Had I known this to be the answer my Meggy\u2019s gein me,\n I had stayed some longer at London.\u2019\n 235D.19 \u2018Go, Jack, my livery boy,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Go ask if he\u2019ll take me wie him;\n An he shall hae nae cumre o me\n But mysel an my waiting-woman.\u2019\n 235D.20 \u2018O the laus o London the\u2019re very severe,\n They are not for a woman;\n And ye are too low in coach for to ride,\n I\u2019m your humble servant, madam.\n 235D.21 \u2018My friends they were a\u2019 angry at me\n For marrying ane o the house o Harvey;\n And ye are too low in coach for to ride,\n I\u2019m your humble servant, lady.\n 235D.22 \u2018Go saddle for me my steeds,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Go saddle them soon and softly,\n For I maun awa to the Bogs o the Geich,\n An speak wi the Marquess o Huntly.\u2019\n 235D.23 The guid Earl o Boyn\u2019s awa to London gone,\n An a\u2019 his gallan gro[o]ms wie him;\n But his lady fair he\u2019s left behind\n Both a sick an a sorry woman.\n 235D.24 O many were the letter she after him did send,\n A\u2019 the way back again to London,\n An in less than a twelvemonth her heart it did break,\n For the loss o her lord at London.\n 235D.25 He was not won well to the Bogs o the Geich,\n Nor his horses scarcely batit,\n Till the letters and the senes they came to his hand\n That his lady was newly Strickit.\n 235D.26 \u2018O is she dead? or is she sick?\n O woe\u2019s me for my coming!\n I\u2019d rather lost a\u2019 the Bogs o the Geich\n Or I\u2019d lost my bonny Peggy Harboun.\u2019\n 235D.27 He took the table wi his foot,\n Made a\u2019 the room to tremble:\n \u2018I\u2019d rather a lost a\u2019 the Bogs o the Geich\n Or I\u2019d lost my bonny Peggy Harboun.\n 235D.28 \u2018Oh an alas! an O woe\u2019s me!\n An wo to the Marquess o Huntly,\n Wha causd the Earl o Boyn prove sae very unkin\n To a true an a beautiful lady!\u2019\n 235D.29 There were fifteen o the bravest gentlemen,\n An the bravest o the lords o London,\n They went a\u2019 to attend her burial-day,\n But the Earl o Boyn could not go wi them.\n \n \n \n 235E: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235E.1 \u2018MY maidens fair, yoursels prepare.\u2019\n 235E.2 You may weel knaw by her hair, wi the diamonds sae rare,\n That the Earl of Aboyne was comin.\n 235E.3 \u2018My minstrels all, be at my call,\n Haud a\u2019 your rooms a ringin,\n . . . .\n For the Earl of Aboyne is comin.\u2019\n 235E.4 \u2018Tomorrow soud hae been my bonnie waddin-day,\n If I had staid in London.\u2019\n 235E.5 She turned her aboot wi an angry look,\n An sic an angry woman!\n \u2018Gin tomorrow soud hae been your bonnie waddin-day,\n Gae back to your miss in Lunnon.\u2019\n 235E.6 For mony a day an year that lady lived in care,\n An doctors wi her dealin,\n Till just in a crack her very heart did brak,\n An her letters went on to Lunnon.\n 235E.7 There waur four-and-twenty o the noblest lords\n That Lonnon could aford him,\n A\u2019 clead in black frae the saidle to the hat,\n To convey the corpse o Peggy Ewan.\n 235E.8 \u2018I\u2019d rather hae lost a\u2019 the lands o Aboyne\n Than lost my pretty Peggy Ewan.\u2019\n \n \n \n 235F: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235F.1 THE Earl of Aboyne is to London gane,\n And a\u2019 his nobles with him;\n He\u2019s left his lady him behin,\n He\u2019s awa, to remain in Lundon.\n 235F.2 She\u2019s called upon her waiting-maid\n To busk her in her claithin;\n Her sark was o cambrick very fine,\n And her bodice was the red buckskin.\n 235F.3 Her stockings were o silk sae fine,\n And her shoon o the fine cordan;\n Her coat was o the guid green silk,\n Turnit up wi a siller warden.\n 235F.4 Her goun was also o the silk,\n Turned up wi a siller warden,\n And stately tripped she doun the stair,\n As she saw her gude lord comin.\n 235F.5 She gaed thro the close and grippit his horse,\n Saying, Ye\u2019re welcome hame frae London!\n \u2018Gin that be true, come kiss me now,\n Come kiss me for my coming.\n 235F.6 \u2018For blythe and cantie may ye be,\n And thank me for my comin,\n For the morn would hae been my wedding-day\n Had I remained in London.\u2019\n 235F.7 She turnd her richt and round about,\n She was a waefu woman:\n \u2018Gin the morn would hae been your weddin-day,\n Gae kiss your whores in London.\u2019\n 235F.8 He turned him richt and round about,\n He was sorry for his comin:\n \u2018Loup on your steeds, ye nobles a\u2019,\n The morn we\u2019ll dine in London.\u2019\n 235F.9 She lived a year in meikle wae,\n And the doctors dealin wi her;\n At lang and last her heart it brast\n And the letters gade to London.\n 235F.10 And when he saw the seals o black,\n He fell in a deadly weeping;\n He said, She\u2019s dead whom I loed best,\n And she had my heart in keeping.\n 235F.11 \u2018Loup on your steeds, ye nobles a\u2019,\n I\u2019m sorry for our comin;\n Frae our horse to our hat, we\u2019ll gae in black,\n And we\u2019ll murn for Peggy Irwine.\u2019\n 235F.12 They rade on but stap or stay\n Till they came to her father\u2019s garden,\n Whare fifty o the bravest lords\n Were convoying Peggy Irwine.\n \n \n \n 235G: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235G.1 THE Earl Aboyne to London has gane,\n And all his nobles with him;\n For a\u2019 the braw ribbands he wore at his hat,\n He has left his lady behind him.\n 235G.2 She\u2019s called on her little foot-page,\n And Jean, her gentlewoman;\n Said, Fill to me a full pint of wine,\n And I\u2019ll drink it at my lord\u2019s coming.\n 235G.3 \u2018You\u2019re welcome, you\u2019re welcome, you\u2019re welcome,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018You\u2019re welcome home from London!\u2019\n \u2018If I be as welcome as you now say,\n Come kiss me, my bonnie Peggy Irvine.\n 235G.4 \u2018Come kiss me, come kiss me, my lady,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Come kiss me for my coming,\n For the morn should hae been my wedding-day,\n Had I staid any longer in London.\u2019\n 235G.5 She turned about with an angry look,\n Said, Woe\u2019s me for your coming!\n If the morn should hae been your wedding-day,\n Go back to your whore in London.\n 235G.6 He\u2019s called on his little foot-page,\n Said, Saddle both sure and swiftly,\n And I\u2019l away to the Bogs o the Gay,\n And speak wi the Marquis o Huntly.\n 235G.7 She has called on her little foot-page,\n Said, See if he\u2019ll take me with him;\n And he shall hae nae mair cumber o me\n But myself and my servant-woman.\n 235G.8 \u2018O London streets they are too strait,\n They are not for a woman,\n And it is too low to ride in coach wi me\n With your humble servant-woman.\u2019\n 235G.9 He had not been at the Bogs o the Gay,\n Nor yet his horse was baited,\n Till a boy with a letter came to his hand\n That his lady was lying streekit.\n 235G.10 \u2018O woe! O woe! O woe!\u2019 he says,\n \u2018O woe\u2019s me for my coming!\n I had rather lost the Bogs o the Gay\n Or I\u2019d lost my bonny Peggy Irvine.\n 235G.11 \u2018O woe! O woe! O woe!\u2019 he said,\n \u2018O woe to the Marquis o Huntly,\n Gard the Earl of Aboyne prove very unkind\n To a good and a dutiful lady!\u2019\n \n \n \n 235H: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235H.1 THE Earl of Boon\u2019s to London gone,\n And all his merry men with him;\n For a\u2019 the ribbonds hang at his horse\u2019s main,\n He has left his lady behind him.\n 235H.2 He had not been a night in town,\n Nor a day into the city,\n Until that the letters they came to him,\n And the ladies they did invite him.\n 235H.3 His lady has lookit oer her left shoulder,\n To see if she saw him coming,\n And then she saw her ain good lord,\n Just newly come from London.\n 235H.4 \u2018Come kiss me, my dear, come kiss me,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Come kiss me for my coming,\n For if I had staid another day in town\n Tomorrow I would hae been married in Lunnon.\u2019\n 235H.5 She turned about wi a very saucy look,\n As saucy as eer did a woman;\n Says, If a\u2019 be true that I\u2019ve heard of you,\n You may go back and kiss your whores in Lunnon.\n 235H.6 \u2018Go call on Jack, my waiting-man,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Go saddle and make him ready;\n For I maun away to the Bughts o Gight,\n To speak to the Marquess of Huntly.\u2019\n 235H.7 He had not been at the Bughts of the Gight,\n Nor the horses yet weel bated,\n Until that the letters came ta him\n That his lady was newly streeket.\n 235H.8 \u2018Wae\u2019s me, my dear! wae\u2019s me!\u2019 he said,\n \u2018It waes me for my coming;\n For I wad rather lost a\u2019 the Bughts o the Gight\n Or I had lost my bonny Peggy Irvine.\u2019\n \n \n \n 235I: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235I.1 THE Earl of Aboyne to London has gone,\n And all his nobles with him;\n For all the braw ribbands he wore at his hat,\n He has left his lady behind him.\n 235I.2 She has to her high castle gane,\n To see if she saw him coming;\n And who did she spy but her own servant Jack,\n Coming riding home again from London.\n 235I.3 \u2018What news, what news, my own servant Jack?\n What news have you got from London?\u2019\n \u2018Good news, good news, my lady,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018For the Earl of Aboyne he is coming.\u2019\n 235I.4 She has to her kitchen-maid gane:\n \u2018Set your pots and your pans all a boiling;\n Have every thing fine for gentry to dine,\n For the Earl of Aboyne he is coming.\n 235I.5 \u2018Stable-grooms all, pray be well employed,\n Set your stable-bells all a ringing;\n Let your hecks be overlaid with the finest of good hay,\n For the Earl of Aboyne he is coming.\u2019\n 235I.6 She has to her low gates gane,\n To see if she saw him coming,\n And long seven miles before they came to town\n She heard their bridles ringing.\n 235I.7 \u2018Come kiss me, come kiss me, madam,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Come kiss me for my coming,\n For the morn should hae been my wedding-day\n Had I staid any longer in London.\u2019\n 235I.8 She\u2019s turned about with an angry look,\n Says, Woe\u2019s me for thy coming!\n If the morn should hae been your wedding-day\n Go back and kiss your whores in London.\n 235I.9 They\u2019ve turned their horses\u2019 heads around,\n Their faces all for London;\n With their hands to their hats they all rode off,\n And they\u2019re all away to London.\n \n \n \n 235J: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235J.1 THE Earl of Aboyne has up to London gone,\n And all his nobles with him,\n And three broad letters he sent into his love\n He would wed another woman in London.\n 235J.2 She has turned the honey month about,\n To see if he was coming,\n And lang three miles ere he came to the town\n She heard his bridle ringing.\n 235J.3 She\u2019s went down unto the close and she\u2019s taen him from his horse,\n Says, Ye\u2019re welcome home from London!\n \u2018If I be as welcome, dear Peggy, as you say,\n Come kiss me for my coming.\n 235J.4 \u2018Come kiss me, come kiss me, dear Peggy,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Come kiss me for my coming,\n For tomorrow should have been my wedding-day\n Had I tarried any longer in London.\u2019\n 235J.5 She has turned herself round about,\n And she was an angry woman:\n \u2018If tomorrow should have been your wedding-day,\n You may kiss with your sweethearts in London.\u2019\n 235J.6 \u2018Go saddle me my steed,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Saddle and make him ready;\n For I must away to the bonny Bog of Keith,\n For to visit the Marquis of Huntley.\u2019\n 235J.7 \u2018Go ask him, go ask, dear Thomas,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Go ask if he\u2019ll take me with him;\u2019\n \u2018I\u2019ve asked him once, and I\u2019ll ask him no more,\n For ye\u2019ll never ride a mile in his company.\u2019\n 235J.8 \u2018Go make to me my bed,\u2019 she said,\n \u2018Make it soft and narrow;\n For since my true lover has slighted me so,\n I will die for him ere morrow.\u2019\n 235J.9 She has called her waiting-man,\n And Jean her gentlewoman:\n \u2018Go bring to me a glass of red wine,\n For I\u2019m as sick as any woman.\u2019\n 235J.10 The bed it was not made nor well laid down,\n Nor yet the curtains drawn on,\n Till stays and gown and all did burst,\n And it\u2019s alace for bonny Peggy Irvine!\n 235J.11 The Earl of Aboyne was not at the Bog of Keith,\n Nor met wi the Marquis of Huntley,\n Till three broad etters were sent after him\n That his pretty Peggy Irvine had left him.\n 235J.12 He gave such a rap on the table where he sat\n It made all the room for to tremble:\n \u2018I would rather I had lost all the rents of Aboyne\n Than have lost my pretty Peggy Irvine.\u2019\n \n \n \n 235K: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235K.1 THE Earl o Aboyne is awa to Lunnon gane,\n An he\u2019s taen Joannan wi him,\n An it ill be Yule ere he come again;\n But he micht hae taen taen his bonnie Peggie Ewan.\n 235K.2 Cook-maidens all, be ready at my call,\n Hae a\u2019 your pats an pans a-reekin;\n For the finest o flowrs, gae through your bowrs,\n For the Earl o Aboyne\u2019s a comin.\n \n \n \n 235L: The Earl of Aboyne\n \n \n 235L.1 THE Lord Aboyn\u2019s to London gone,\n And his hail court wi him;\n Better he had staid at hame,\n Or taen his lady wi him.\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: 236. The Laird o Drum","title":"The Child Ballads: 235. The Earl of Aboyne","type":"page"}