{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch260.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch260.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch260.htm","text":"260A.1 LORD THOMAS is to the hunting gone,\nTo hunt the fallow deer;\nLady Margaret\u2019s to the greenwood shaw,\nTo see her lover hunt there.\n260A.2 He has looked over his left shoulder,\nTo see what might be seen,\nAnd there he saw Lady Margaret,\nAs she was riding her lane.\n260A.3 He called on his servants all,\nBy one, by two, by three:\n\u2018Go hunt, go hunt that wild woman,\nGo hunt her far from me!\u2019\n260A.4 They hunted her high, they hunted her low,\nThey hunted her over the plain,\nAnd the red scarlet robes Lady Margaret had on\nWould never be mended again.\n260A.5 They hunted her high, they hunted her low,\nThey hunted her over the plain,\nTill at last she spy\u2019d a tall young man,\nAs he was riding alane.\n260A.6 \u2018Some relief, some relief, thou tall young man!\nSome relief I pray thee grant me!\nFor I am a lady deep wronged in love,\nAnd chased from my own countrie.\u2019\n260A.7 \u2018No relief, no relief, thou lady fair,\nNo relief will I grant unto thee\nTill once thou renounce all the men in the world\nMy wedded wife for to be.\u2019\n260A.8 Then he set her on a milk-white steed,\nHimself upon a gray,\nAnd he has drawn his hat over his face,\nAnd chearfully they rode away.\n260A.9 Lady Margaret was at her bower-window,\nSewing her silken seam,\nAnd there she spy\u2019d, like a wandering bodie,\nLord Thomas begging alane.\n260A.10 \u2018Dome relief, some relief, thou lady fair!\nSome relief, I pray thee grant me!\nFor I am a puir auld doited carle,\nAnd banishd from my ain countrie.\u2019\n260A.11 \u2018No relief, no relief, thou perjured man,\nNo relief will I grant unto thee;\nFor oh, if I had thee within my bower,\nThere hanged dead thou would be.\u2019\n260A.12 \u2018No such thing, Lady Margaret,\u2019 he said,\n\u2018Such a thing would never be;\nFor with my broadsword I would kill thy wedded lord,\nAnd carry thee far off with me.\u2019\n260A.13 \u2018Oh no, no! Lord Thomas,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Oh, no such things must be;\nFor I have wine in my cellars,\nAnd you must drink with me.\u2019\n260A.14 Lady Margaret then called her servants all,\nBy one, by two, by three:\n\u2018Go fetch me the bottles of blude-red wine,\nThat Lord Thomas may drink with me.\u2019\n260A.15 They brought her the bottles of blude-red wine,\nBy one, by two, by three,\nAnd with her fingers long and small\nShe poisond them all three.\n260A.16 She took the cup in her lilly-white hand,\nBetwixt her finger and her thumb,\nShe put it to her red rosy lips,\nBut never a drop went down.\n260A.17 Then he took the cup in his manly hand,\nBetwixt his finger and his thumb,\nHe put it to his red rosy lips,\nAnd so merrily it ran down.\n260A.18 \u2018Oh, I am wearied drinking with thee, Margaret!\nI am wearied drinking with thee!\u2019\n\u2018And so was I,\u2019 Lady Margaret said,\n\u2018When thou hunted thy hounds after me.\u2019\n260A.19 \u2018But I will bury thee, Lord Thomas,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Just as if thou wert one of my own;\nAnd when that my good lord comes home\nI will say thou\u2019s my sister\u2019s son.\u2019\n260B: Lord Thomas and Lady Margaret\n260B.1 CLERK TAMAS lovd her fair Annie\nAs well as Mary lovd her son;\nBut now he hates her fair Annie,\nAnd hates the lands that she lives in.\n260B.2 \u2018Ohon, alas!\u2019 said fair Annie,\n\u2018Alas! this day I fear I\u2019ll die;\nBut I will on to sweet Tamas,\nAnd see gin he will pity me.\u2019\n260B.3 As Tamas lay ower his shott-window,\nJust as the sun was gaen down,\nThere he beheld her fair Annie,\nAs she came walking to the town.\n260B.4 \u2018O where are a\u2019 my well-wight men,\nI wat, that I pay meat and fee,\nFor to lat a\u2019 my hounds gang loose\nTo hunt this vile whore to the sea.\u2019\n260B.5 The hounds they knew the lady well,\nAnd nane o them they woud her bite,\nSave ane that is ca\u2019d Gaudywhere,\nI wat he did the lady smite.\n260B.6 \u2018O wae mat worth ye, Gaudywhere!\nAn ill reward this is to me;\nFor ae bit that I gae the lave,\nI\u2019m very sure I\u2019ve gien you three.\n260B.7 \u2018For me, alas! there\u2019s nae remeid,\nHere comes the day that I maun die;\nI ken ye lovd your master well,\nAnd sae, alas for me! did I.\u2019\n260B.8 A captain lay ower his ship-window,\nJust as the sun was gaen down;\nThere he beheld her fair Annie,\nAs she was hunted frae the town.\n260B.9 \u2018Gin ye\u2019ll forsake father and mither,\nAnd sae will ye your friends and kin,\nGin ye\u2019ll forsake your lands sae broad,\nThen come and I will take you in.\u2019\n260B.10 \u2018Yes, I\u2019ll forsake baith father and mither,\nAnd sae will I my friends and kin;\nYes, I\u2019ll forsake my lands sae broad,\nAnd come gin ye will take me in.\u2019\n260B.11 Then a\u2019 thing gaed frae fause Tamas,\nAnd there was naething byde him wi;\nThen he thought lang for Arrandella,\nIt was fair Annie for to see.\n260B.12 \u2018How do ye now, ye sweet Tamas?\nAnd how gaes a\u2019 in your countrie?\u2019\n\u2018I\u2019ll do better to you than ever I\u2019ve done,\nFair Annie, gin ye\u2019ll come an see.\u2019\n260B.13 \u2018O Guid Forbid,\u2019 said fair Annie,\n\u2018That e\u2019er the like fa in my hand!\nWoud I forsake my ain gude lord\nAnd follow you, a gae-through-land?\n260B.14 \u2018Yet nevertheless now, sweet Tamas,\nYe\u2019ll drink a cup o wine wi me,\nAnd nine times in the live lang day\nYour fair claithing shall changed be.\u2019\n260B.15 Fair Annie pat it till her cheek,\nSae did she till her milk-white chin,\nSae did she till her flattering lips,\nBut never a drap o wine gaed in.\n260B.16 Tamas put it till his cheek,\nSae did he till he dimpled chin;\nHe pat it till his rosy lips,\nAnd then the well o wine gaed in.\n260B.17 \u2018These pains,\u2019 said he, \u2018are ill to bide;\nHere is the day that I maun die;\nO take this cup frae me, Annie,\nFor o the same I am weary.\u2019\n260B.18 \u2018And sae was I o you, Tamas,\nWhen I was hunted to the sea;\nBut I\u2019se gar bury you in state,\nWhich is mair than ye\u2019d done to me.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 260. Lord Thomas and Lady Margaret","type":"page"}