{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch252.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch252.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch252.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 252A: The Kitchie-Boy\n \n \n 252A.1 THERE was a lady fair,\n An een a lady of birth an fame,\n She eyed her father\u2019s kitchen-boy,\n The greater was her shame.\n 252A.2 She could never her love reveal,\n Nor to him talk,\n But in the forest wide an brade,\n Where they were wont to walk.\n 252A.3 It fell ance upon a day\n Her father gaed frae home,\n And she sent for the kitchen-boy\n To her own room.\n 252A.4 \u2018Canna ye fancy me, Willie?\n Canna ye fancy me?\n By a\u2019 the lords I ever saw\n There is nane I loo but ye.\u2019\n 252A.5 \u2018O latna this be kent, lady,\n O latna this be . . ,\n For gin yer father got word of this\n I vou he\u2019d gar me die.\u2019\n 252A.6 \u2018Yer life shall no be taen, Willie,\n Yer life sal na be taen;\n I wad er loss my ain heart\u2019s blood\n Or thy body gat wrang.\u2019\n 252A.7 Wi her monny fair speeches\n She made the boy bold,\n Till he began to kiss an clap,\n An on her sine lay hold.\n 252A.8 They hadna kissed an love claped,\n As lovers whan they meet,\n . . . .\n . . . .\n 252A.9 \u2018The master-cook he will on me call,\n An answered he man be;\n An it wer kent I war in bower wi thee,\n I fear they wad gar me die.\u2019\n 252A.10 \u2018The master-cook may on ye call,\n But answerd he will never be,\n . . . .\n . . . .\n 252A.11 \u2018For I hae three coffers fu o goud,\n Yer eyen did never see,\n An I will build a bonny ship for my love,\n An set her to the sea,\n And sail she east or sail she wast\n The ship sal be fair to see.\u2019\n 252A.12 She has built a bonny ship,\n And set her to the sea;\n The topmasts war o the red goud,\n The sails of tafetie.\n 252A.13 She gae him a gay goud ring,\n . . .\n To ming him on a gay lady\n That ance bear love to him.\n 252A.14 The day was fair, the ship was rare,\n Whan that swain set to sea;\n Whan that day twal-moth came and gaed,\n At London landed he.\n 252A.15 A lady looked our the castle-wa,\n Beheld the day gae down,\n And she beheld that bonny ship\n Come hailing to the town.\n 252A.16 \u2018Come here, come here, my maries a\u2019,\n Ye see na what I see;\n The bonniest ship is come to land\n Yer eyes did ever see.\n 252A.17 \u2018Gae busk ye, busk ye, my maries a\u2019,\n Busk ye unco fine,\n Till I gae down to yon shore-side,\n To invite yon squar to dine.\n 252A.18 \u2018O ye come up, gay young squar,\n An take wi me a dine;\n Ye sal eat o the guid white loaf,\n An drink the claret wine.\u2019\n 252A.19 \u2018I thank ye for yer bread,\n I thank ye for yer wine,\n I that ye for yer courticie,\n But indeed I hanna time.\u2019\n 252A.20 \u2018Canna ye fancy me?\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Canna ye fancy me?\n O a\u2019 the lords an lairds I see\n There\u2019s nane I fancy but ye.\u2019\n 252A.21 \u2018The\u2019r far awa fra me,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018The\u2019r clean ayont the sea,\n That has my heart in hand,\n An my love ae sal be.\u2019\n 252A.22 \u2018Here is a guid goud ring,\n . . .\n It will mind ye on a gay lady\n That ance bare love to ye.\u2019\n 252A.23 \u2018I ha a ring on my finger\n I loe thrice as well as thine,\n Tho yours were o the guid red goud\n An mine but simple tin.\u2019\n 252A.24 The day was fair, the ship was rare,\n Whan that squar set to sea;\n Whan that day twal-month came an gaed,\n At hame again landed he.\n 252A.25 The lady\u2019s father looked our castle-wa,\n To see the day gae cown,\n An he beheld that bonny ship\n Come hailing to the town.\n 252A.26 \u2018Come here, my daughter,\n Ye see na what I see;\n The bonniest ship is come to land\n My eyes did ever see.\n 252A.27 \u2018Gae busk ye, my dochter,\n G[a]e busk ye unco fine,\n An I\u2019ll gae down to yon shore-side,\n To invite the squar to dine;\n I wad gie a\u2019 my rents\n To hae ye married to him.\u2019\n 252A.28 The\u2019r far awa frae me,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Far ayont the sea,\n That has my heart in hand\n An my love ai sal be.\u2019\n 252A.29 \u2018O will ye come, ye gay hine squar,\n An take wi me a dine?\n Ye sal eat o the guid white bread,\n And drink the claret wine.\u2019\n 252A.30 \u2018I thank ye for yer bread,\n I thank ye for yer wine,\n I thank ye for yer courticie,\n For indeed I hanna grait time.\n 252A.31 \u2018O canna ye fancy me?\u2019 he says,\n \u2018O canna ye fancy me?\n O a\u2019 the ladys I eer did see\n There\u2019s nane I loo by ye.\u2019\n 252A.32 \u2018They are far awa fra me.\u2019 she says,\n \u2018The\u2019r far ayont the sea,\n That has my heart in hand,\n An my love ay sall be.\u2019\n 252A.33 \u2018Here it is, a gay goud ring,\n . . .\n It will mind ye on a gay hin chil\n That ance bare love to ye.\u2019\n 252A.34 \u2018O gat ye that ring on the sea sailing?\n Or gat ye it on the land?\n O gat ye it on the shore laying,\n On a drowned man\u2019s hand?\u2019\n 252A.35 \u2018I got na it on the sea sailing,\n I got na it on the land,\n But I got it on the shore lying,\n On a drowned man\u2019s hand.\n 252A.36 \u2018O bonny was his cheek,\n An lovely was his face!\u2019\n \u2018Allas!\u2019 says she, \u2019it is my true-love Willie,\u2019\n . . .\n 252A.37 He turned him round about,\n An sweetly could he smile;\n She turned her round, says, My love Willie,\n How could ye me beguile?\n 252A.38 \u2018A priest! a priest!\u2019 the old man cries,\n \u2018An lat this twa married be:\u2019\n Little did the old man kin\n It was his ain kitchen-boy.\n \n \n \n 252B: The Kitchie-Boy\n \n \n 252B.1 EARL RICHARD had but ae daughter,\n A maid o birth and fame;\n She loved her father\u2019s kitchen-boy,\n The greater was her shame.\n 252B.2 But she could neer her true-love see,\n Nor with him could she talk,\n In towns where she had wont to go,\n Nor fields where she could walk.\n 252B.3 But it fell ance upon a day\n Her father went from home;\n She\u2019s calld upon the kitchen boy\n To come and clean her room.\n 252B.4 \u2018Come ye sit down by me, Willie,\n Come sit ye down by me;\n There\u2019s nae a lord in a\u2019 the north\n That I can love but thee.\u2019\n 252B.5 \u2018Let never the like be heard, lady,\n Nor let it ever be;\n For if your father get word o this\n He will gar hang me hie.\u2019\n 252B.6 \u2018O ye shall neer be hangd, Willie,\n Your blude shall neer be drawn;\n I\u2019ll lay my life in pledge o thine\n Your body\u2019s neer get wrang.\u2019\n 252B.7 \u2018Excuse me now, my comely dame,\n No langer here I\u2019ll stay;\n You know my time is near expir\u2019d,\n And now I must away.\n 252B.8 \u2018The master-cook will on me call,\n And answered he must be;\n If I am found in bower with thee,\n Great anger will there be.\u2019\n 252B.9 \u2018The master-cook will on you call,\n But shall not answerd be;\n I\u2019ll put you in a higher place\n Than any cook\u2019s degree.\n 252B.10 \u2018I have a coffer full of gold,\n Another of white monie,\n And I will build a bonny ship,\n And set my love to sea.\n 252B.11 \u2018Silk shall be your sailing-clothes,\n Gold yellow is your hair,\n As white like milk are your twa hands,\n Your body neat and fair.\u2019\n 252B.12 This lady, with her fair speeches,\n She made the boy grow bold,\n And he began to kiss and clap,\n And on his love lay hold.\n 252B.13 And she has built a bonny ship,\n Set her love to the sea,\n Seven score o brisk young men\n To bear him companie.\n 252B.14 Then she\u2019s taen out a gay gold ring,\n To him she did it gie:\n \u2018This will mind you on the ladie, Willie,\n That\u2019s laid her love on thee.\u2019\n 252B.15 Then he\u2019s taen out a piece of gold,\n And he brake it in two:\n \u2018All I have in the world, my dame,\n For love I give to you.\u2019\n 252B.16 Now he is to his bonny ship,\n And merrily taen the sea;\n The lady lay oer castle-wa,\n The tear blinded her ee.\n 252B.17 They had not saild upon the sea\n A week but barely three\n When came a prosperous gale of wind,\n On Spain\u2019s coast landed he.\n 252B.18 A lady lay oer castle-wa,\n Beholding dale and down,\n And she beheld the bonny ship\n Come sailing to the town.\n 252B.19 \u2018Come here, come here, my maries a\u2019,\n Ye see not what I see;\n For here I see the bonniest ship\n That ever saild the sea.\n 252B.20 \u2018In her there is the bravest squire\n That eer my eyes did see;\n All clad in silk and rich attire,\n And comely, comely \u2019s he.\n 252B.21 \u2018O busk, O busk, my maries all,\n O busk and make ye fine;\n And we will on to yon shore-side,\n Invite yon squire to dine.\n 252B.22 \u2018Will ye come up to my castle\n Wi me and take your dine?\n And ye shall eat the gude white bread,\n And drink the claret wine.\u2019\n 252B.23 \u2018I thank you for your bread, lady,\n I thank you for your wine;\n I thank you for your kind offer,\n But now I have not time.\u2019\n 252B.24 \u2018I would gie all my land,\u2019 she says,\n \u2018Your gay bride were I she;\n And then to live on a small portion\n Contented I would be.\u2019\n 252B.25 \u2018She\u2019s far awa frae me, lady,\n She\u2019s far awa frae me\n That has my heart a-keeping fast,\n And my love still she\u2019ll be.\u2019\n 252B.26 \u2018But ladies they are unconstant,\n When their loves go to sea,\n And she\u2019ll be wed ere ye gae back;\n My love, pray stay wi me.\u2019\n 252B.27 \u2018If she be wed ere I go back,\n And prove sae false to me,\n I shall live single all my life;\n I\u2019ll neer wed one but she.\u2019\n 252B.28 Then she\u2019s taen out a gay gold ring,\n And gae him presentlie:\n \u2018\u2019Twill mind you on the lady, young man,\n That laid her love on thee.\u2019\n 252B.29 \u2018The ring that\u2019s on my mid-finger\n Is far dearer to me,\n Tho yours were o the gude red gold,\n And mine the metal free.\u2019\n 252B.30 He viewd them all, baith neat and small,\n As they stood on the shore,\n Then hoist the mainsail to the wind,\n Adieu, for evermore!\n 252B.31 He had not saild upon the sea\n A week but barely three\n Until there came a prosperous gale,\n In scotland landed he.\n 252B.32 But he put paint upon his face,\n And oil upon his hair,\n Likewise a mask above his brow,\n Which did disguise him sair.\n 252B.33 Earl Richard lay oer castle-wa,\n Beholding dale and down,\n And he beheld the bonny ship\n Come sailing to the town.\n 252B.34 \u2018Come here, come here, my daughter dear,\n Ye see not what I see;\n For her I see the bonniest ship\n That ever saild the sea.\n 252B.35 \u2018In her there is the bravest squire\n That eer my eyes did see;\n O busk, O busk, my daughter dear,\n Come here, come here, to me.\n 252B.36 \u2018O busk, O busk, my daughter dear,\n O busk, and make ye fine,\n And we will on to the shore-side,\n Invite yon squire to dine.\u2019\n 252B.37 \u2018He\u2019s far awa frae me, father,\n He\u2019s far awa frae me\n Who has the keeping o my heart,\n And I\u2019ll wed nane but he.\u2019\n 252B.38 \u2018Whoever has your heart in hand,\n Yon lad\u2019s the match for thee,\n And he shall come to my castle\n This day and dine wi me.\n 252B.39 \u2018Will ye come up to my castle\n With me and take your dine?\n And ye shall eat the gude white bread,\n And drink the claret wine.\u2019\n 252B.40 \u2018Yes, I\u2019ll come up to your castle\n With you and take my dine,\n For I would give my bonny ship\n Were your fair daughter mine.\u2019\n 252B.41 \u2018I would give all my lands,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018That your bride she would be;\n Then to live on a small portion\n Contented would I be.\u2019\n 252B.42 As they gaed up from yon sea-strand\n And down the bowling-green,\n He drew the mask out-oer his face,\n For fear he should be seen.\n 252B.43 He\u2019s done him down from bower to bower,\n Likewise from bower to ha,\n And there he saw that lady gay,\n The flower out-oer them a\u2019.\n 252B.44 He\u2019s taen her in his arms twa,\n And haild her courteouslie:\n \u2018Excuse me, sir, there\u2019s no strange man\n Such freedom use with me.\u2019\n 252B.45 Her father turnd him round about,\n A light laugh then gave he:\n \u2018Stay, I\u2019ll retire a little while,\n Perhaps you may agree.\u2019\n 252B.46 Now Willie\u2019s taen a gay gold ring,\n And gave her presentlie;\n Says, Take ye that, ye lady fair,\n A love-token from me.\n 252B.47 O got ye \u2019t on the sea sailing?\n Or got ye \u2019t on the sand?\n Or got ye \u2019t on the coast of Spain,\n Upon a dead man\u2019s hand?\u2019\n 252B.48 \u2018Fine silk it was his sailing-clothes,\n Gold yellow was his hair;\n It would hae made a hale heart bleed\n To see him lying there.\n 252B.49 \u2018He was not dead as I passd by,\n But no remeid could be;\n He gave me this token to bear\n Unto a fair ladie.\n 252B.50 \u2018And by the marks he has descryvd\n I\u2019m sure that you are she;\n So take this token of free will,\n For him you\u2019ll never see.\u2019\n 252B.51 In sorrow she tore her mantle,\n With care she tore her hair:\n \u2018Now since I\u2019ve lost my own true-love,\n I\u2019ll neer love young men mair.\u2019\n 252B.52 He drew the mask from off his face,\n The lady sweetly smiled:\n \u2018Awa, awa, ye fause Willie!\n How have you me beguiled?\u2019\n 252B.53 Earl Richard he went thro the ha,\n The wine-glass in his hand,\n But little thought his kitchen-boy\n Was heir oer a\u2019 his land.\n 252B.54 But this she kept within her heart,\n And never told to one\n Until nine months they were expir\u2019d,\n That her young son came home.\n 252B.55 She told it to her father dear;\n He said, Daughter, well won;\n You\u2019ve married for love, not for gold,\n Your joys will neer be done.\n \n \n \n 252C: The Kitchie-Boy\n \n \n 252C.1 O THERE was a ladie, a noble ladie,\n She was a ladie of birth and fame,\n But she fell in love wi her father\u2019s foot-boy,\n I wis she was the mair to blame.\n 252C.2 A word of him she neer could get\n Till her father was a hunting gone;\n Then she calld on the bonny foot-boy\n To speak wi her in her bower alone.\n 252C.3 Says, Ye ken you are my love, Willie,\n And that I am a ladie free,\n And there\u2019s naething ye can ask, Willie,\n But at your bidding I maun be.\n 252C.4 O the loving looks that ladie gave\n Soon made the bonny boy grow bold,\n And the loving words that ladie spake\n As soon on them he did lay hold.\n 252C.5 She has taen a ring frae her white finger,\n And unto him she did it gie;\n Says, Wear this token for my sake,\n And keep it till the day you die.\n 252C.6 \u2018But shoud my father get word of this,\n I fear we baith will have cause to rue,\n For to some nunnery I shoud be sent,\n And I fear, my love, he would ruin you.\n 252C.7 \u2018But here is a coffer of the good red gowd,\n I wot my mother left it to me;\n And wi it you\u2019ll buy a bonny ship,\n And ye maun sail the raging sea;\n Then like some earl or baron\u2019s son\n You can come back and marrie me.\n 252C.8 \u2018But stay not lang awa, Willie,\n O stay not lang across the fame,\n For fear your ladie shoud lighter be,\n Or your young son shoud want a name.\u2019\n 252C.9 He had not been o the sea sailing\n But till three months were come and gane,\n Till he has landed his bonny ship;\n It was upon the coast of Spain.\n 252C.10 There was a ladie of high degree\n That saw him walking up and down;\n She fell in love wi sweet Willie,\n But she wist no how to make it known.\n 252C.11 She has calld up her maries a\u2019,\n Says, Hearken well to what I say;\n There is a young man in yon ship\n That has been my love this many a day.\n 252C.12 \u2018Now bear a hand, my maries a\u2019,\n And busk my brave and make me fine,\n And go wi me to yon shore-side\n To invite that noble youth to dine.\u2019\n 252C.13 O they have buskit that ladie gay\n In velvet pall and jewels rare;\n A poor man might have been made rich\n Wi half the pearles they pat in her hair.\n 252C.14 Her mantle was of gowd sae red,\n It glaned as far as ane coud see;\n Sweet Willie thought she had been the queen,\n And bowd full low and bent his knee.\n 252C.15 She\u2019s gard her maries step aside,\n And on sweet Willie sae did smile;\n She thought that man was not on earth\n But of his heart she could beguile.\n 252C.16 Says, Ye maun leave your bonny ship\n And go this day wi me and dine,\n And you shall eat the baken meat,\n And you shall drink the Spanish wine.\n 252C.17 \u2018I canna leave my bonny ship,\n Nor go this day to dine wi thee,\n For a\u2019 my sails are ready bent\n To bear me back to my ain countrie.\u2019\n 252C.18 \u2018O gin you\u2019d forsake your bonny ship\n And wed a ladie of this countrie,\n I would make you lord of a\u2019 this town,\n And towns and castles twa or three.\u2019\n 252C.19 \u2018Should I wed a ladie of this countrie,\n In sooth I woud be sair to blame,\n For the fairest ladie in fair Scotland\n Woud break her heart gin I gaed na hame.\u2019\n 252C.20 \u2018That ladie may choose another lord,\n And you another love may choose;\n There is not a lord in this countrie\n That such a proffer could refuse.\u2019\n 252C.21 \u2018O ladie, shoud I your proffer take,\n You\u2019d soon yoursell have cause to rue,\n For the man that his first love forsakes\n Woud to a second neer prove true.\u2019\n 252C.22 She has taen a ring frae her white finger,\n It might have been a prince\u2019s fee;\n Says, Wear this token for my sake,\n And give me that which now I see.\n 252C.23 \u2018Take back your token, ye ladie fair;\n This ring you see on my right hand\n Was gien me by my ain true-love,\n Before I left my native land.\n 252C.24 \u2018And tho yours woud buy it nine times oer\n I far more dearly prize my ain;\n Nor woud I make the niffer,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018For a\u2019 the gowd that is in Spain.\u2019\n 252C.25 The ladie turnd her head away\n To dry the sat tears frae her eyne;\n She naething more to him did say\n But, I wish your face I neer had seen!\n 252C.26 He has set his foot on good ship-board,\n The ladie waved her milk-white hand,\n The wind sprang up and filld his sails,\n And he quickly left the Spanish land.\n 252C.27 He soon came back to his native strand,\n He langd his ain true-love to see;\n Her father saw him come to land,\n And took him some great lord to be.\n 252C.28 Says, Will ye leave your bonny ship\n And come with me this day to dine?\n And you shall eat the baken meat,\n And you shall drink the claret wine.\n 252C.29 \u2018O I will leave my bonny ship,\n And glacly go with you to dine,\n And I woud gie thrice three thousand pounds\n That you fair daughter were but mine.\u2019\n 252C.30 \u2018O gin ye will part wi your bonny ship\n And wed a ladie of this countrie,\n I will gie you my ae daughter,\n Gin she\u2019ll consent your bride to be.\u2019\n 252C.31 O he has blaket his bonny face\n And closs tuckd up his yellow hair;\n His true-love met them at the yate,\n But she little thought her love was there.\n 252C.32 \u2018O will you marrie this lord, daughter,\n That I\u2019ve brought hame to dine wi me?\n You shall be heir of a\u2019 my lands,\n Gin you\u2019ll consent his bride to be.\u2019\n 252C.33 She looked oer her left shoulder,\n I wot the tears stood in her eye;\n Says, The man is on the sea sailling\n That fair wedding shall get of me.\n 252C.34 Then Willie has washd his bonny face,\n And he\u2019s kaimd down his yellow hair;\n He took his true-love in his arms,\n And kindly has he kissd her there.\n 252C.35 She\u2019s looked in his bonny face,\n And thro her tears did sweetly smile,\n Then sayd, Awa, awa, Willie!\n How could you thus your love beguile?\n 252C.36 She kept the secret in her breast,\n Full seven years she\u2019s kept the same,\n Till it fell out at a christning-feast,\n And then of it she made good game.\n 252C.37 And her father laughd aboon the rest,\n And said, My daughter, you\u2019r nae to blame;\n For you\u2019ve married for love, and no for land,\n So a\u2019 my gowd is yours to claim.\n \n \n \n 252D: The Kitchie-Boy\n \n \n 252D.1 THERE lived a lady in the north\n O muckle birth an fame;\n She\u2019s faun in love wi her kitchie-boy,\n The greater was her shame.\n * * * * *\n 252D.2 \u2018Maister cook, he will cry oot,\n An answered he maun be;\u2019\n . . . .\n . . .\n 252D.3 \u2018I hae a coffer o ried gowd\n My mither left to me,\n An I will build a bonnie ship,\n And send her ower the sea,\n An you\u2019ll come hame like lord or squire,\n An answered you maun be.\u2019\n 252D.4 She has biggit a bonnie ship,\n Sent her across the main,\n An in less that sax months an a day\n That ship cam back again.\n 252D.5 \u2018Go dress, go dress, my dochter Janet,\n Go dress, an mak you fine,\n An we\u2019ll go doun to yon shore-side\n An bid yon lords to dine.\u2019\n 252D.6 He\u2019s pued the black mask ower his face,\n Kaimed doun his yellow hair,\n A\u2019 no to lat her father ken\n That ere he had been there.\n * * * * *\n 252D.7 \u2018Oh, got you that by sea sailin?\n Or got you that by land?\n Or got you that on Spanish coast,\n Upon a died man\u2019s hand?\u2019\n 252D.8 \u2018I got na that by sea sailin,\n I got na that by land;\n But I got that on Spanish coast,\n Upon a died man\u2019s hand.\u2019\n 252D.9 He\u2019s pued the black mask aff his face,\n Threw back his yellow hair,\n . . . .\n . . . .\n 252D.10 \u2018A priest, a priest,\u2019 the lady she cried,\n \u2018To marry my love an me;\u2019\n \u2018A clerk, a clerk,\u2019 her father cried,\n \u2018To sign her tocher free.\u2019\n \n \n \n 252E: The Kitchie-Boy\n \n \n 252E.* * * *\n AND she has built a lofty ship,\n And set her to the main;\n The masts o her were gude reed gowd,\n And the sails o silver clear.\n 252E.2 \u2018Ye winna bide three months awa\n When ye\u2019ll return again,\n In case your lady lichter be,\n And your baby want the name.\u2019\n 252E.3 But the wind blew high,\n The mariners they did land at Lundin soon.\n 252E.4 A lady sat on the castell-wa,\n Beheld baith dale and down,\n And there she saw this lofty ship,\n Comin sailin in the Downs.\n 252E.5 \u2018Look out, look out, my maidens a\u2019,\n Ye seena what I see;\n For I do see as bonny a ship\n As ever sailied the sea,\n And the master o her\u2019s the bonniest boy\n That ever my eyes did see.\u2019\n 252E.6 She\u2019s taen her mantell her about,\n Her cane intill her han,\n And she\u2019s away to the shore-side,\n Till invite the square to dine.\n 252E.7 \u2018O will ye come to our castell?\n Or will ye sup or dine?\u2019\n \u2018O excuse me, madam,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018For I hae but little time.\u2019\n * * * * *\n 252E.8 The wind blew high,\n The mariners they did land at home again.\n 252E.9 The old man sat in the castell-wa,\n Beholding dale and down,\n And there he spied this goodly ship\n Come sailin to the town.\n 252E.10 \u2018Look out, look out, my dauchter dear,\n Ye see not what I see;\n For I do see as bonny a ship\n As ever sailed the sea.\n 252E.11 \u2018And the master o her\u2019s the bonniest boy\n That my eyes did ever see,\n And if I were a woman as I\u2019m a man\n My husband he should be.\u2019\n 252E.12 \u2018Haud far awa frae me, fader,\n Haud far awa frae me,\n For I never had a lad but ane,\n And he\u2019s far awa at sea.\n 252E.13 \u2018There is a love-token atween us twa,\n It\u2019ll be mair ere it be less,\n An aye the langer he bides awa\n It will the mair encreass.\u2019\n 252E.14 He\u2019s taen his mantell him about,\n His cane intil his hand,\n And he\u2019s awa to the shore-side,\n To invite the square to dine.\n 252E.15 \u2018O will ye come to our castle?\n Or will ye sup or dine?\u2019\n \u2018Indeed I will, kind sir,\u2019 he said,\n \u2018Tho I\u2019ve but little time.\u2019\n 252E.16 The lady sat on castle-wa,\n Beholding dale and down,\n But he\u2019s put his veil upon his face,\n That she might not him ken.\n * * * * *\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: 253. 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