{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch259.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch259.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch259.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 259A: Lord Thomas Stuart\n \n \n 259A.1 THOMAS STUART was a lord,\n A lord of mickle land;\n He used to wear a coat of gold,\n But now his grave is green.\n 259A.2 Now he has wooed the young countess,\n The Countess of Balquhin,\n An given her for a morning-gift\n Strathboggie and Aboyne.\n 259A.3 But women\u2019s wit is aye willful,\n Alas that ever it was sae!\n She longed to see the morning-gift\n That her gude lord to her gae.\n 259A.4 When steeds were saddled an weel bridled,\n An ready for to ride,\n There came a pain on that gude lord,\n His back, likewise his side.\n 259A.5 He said, Ride on, my lady fair,\n May goodness be your guide!\n For I\u2019m sae sick and weary that\n No farther can I ride.\n 259A.6 Now ben did come his father dear,\n Wearing a golden band;\n Says, Is there nae leech in Edinburgh\n Can cure my son from wrang?\n 259A.7 \u2018O leech is come, an leech is gane,\n Yet, father, I\u2019m aye waur;\n There\u2019s not a leech in Edinbro\n Can death from me debar.\n 259A.8 \u2018But be a friend to my wife, father,\n Restore to her her own;\n Restore to her my morning-gift,\n Strathboggie and Aboyne.\n 259A.9 \u2018It had been gude for my wife, father,\n To me she\u2019d born a son;\n He would have got my land an rents,\n Where they lie out an in.\n 259A.10 \u2018It had been gude for my wife, father,\n To me she\u2019d born an heir;\n He would have got my lands an rents,\n Where they lie fine and fair.\u2019\n 259A.11 The steeds they strave into their stables,\n The boys could\u2019nt get them bound;\n The hounds lay howling on the leech,\n Cause their master was behind.\n 259A.12 \u2018I dreamed a dream since late yestreen,\n I wish it may be good,\n That our chamber was full of swine,\n An our bed full of blood.\u2019\n 259A.13 I saw a woman come from the West,\n Full sore wringing her hands,\n And aye she cried, Ohon, alas!\n My good lord\u2019s broken bands.\n 259A.14 As she came by my good lord\u2019s bower,\n Saw mony black steeds an brown:\n \u2018I\u2019m feared it be mony unco lords\n Havin my love from town!\u2019\n 259A.15 As she came by my gude lord\u2019s bower,\n Saw mony black steeds an grey:\n \u2018I\u2019m feared it\u2019s mony unco lords\n Havin my love to the clay!\u2019\n \n \n \n \n \n \n Next: 260. Lord Thomas and Lady Margaret","title":"The Child Ballads: 259. Lord Thomas Stuart","type":"page"}