{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch263.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch263.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch263.htm","text":"263A.1 MY heart is lighter than the poll;\nMy folly made me glad,\nAs on my rambles I went out,\nNear by a garden-side.\n263A.2 I walked on, and father on,\nLove did my heart engage;\nThere I spied a well-faird maid,\nLay sleeping near a hedge.\n263A.3 Then I kissd her with my lips\nAnd stroked her with my hand:\n\u2018Win up, win up, ye well-faird maid,\nThis day ye sleep oer lang.\n263A.4 \u2018This dreary sight that I hae seen\nUnto my heart gives pain;\nAt the south side o your father\u2019s garden,\nI see a knight lies slain.\u2019\n263A.5 \u2018O what like was his hawk, his hawk?\nOr what like was his hound?\nAnd what like was the trusty brand\nThis new-slain knight had on?\u2019\n263A.6 \u2018His hawk and hound were from him gone,\nHis steed tied to a tree;\nA bloody brand beneath his head,\nAnd on the ground lies he.\u2019\n263A.7 \u2018O what like was his hose, his hose?\nAnd what like was his shoon?\nAnd what like was the gay clothing\nThis new-slain knight had on?\u2019\n263A.8 \u2018His coat was of the red scarlet,\nHis waistcoat of the same;\nHis hose were of the bonny black,\nAnd shoon laced with cordin.\n263A.9 \u2018Bonny was his yellow hair,\nFor it was new combd down;\u2019\nThen, sighing sair, said the lady fair,\n\u2018I combd it late yestreen.\n263A.10 \u2018O wha will shoe my fu fair foot?\nOr wha will glove my hand?\nOr wha will father my dear bairn,\nSince my love\u2019s dead and gane?\u2019\n263A.11 \u2018O I will shoe your fu fair foot,\nAnd I will glove your hand;\nAnd I\u2019ll be father to your bairn,\nSince your love\u2019s dead and gane.\u2019\n263A.12 \u2018I winna father my bairn,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Upon an unkent man;\nI\u2019ll father it on the King of Heaven,\nSince my love\u2019s dead and gane.\u2019\n263A.13 The knight he knackd his white fingers,\nThe lady tore her hair;\nHe\u2019s drawn the mask from off his face,\nSays, Lady, mourn nae mair.\n263A.14 \u2018For ye are mine, and I am thine,\nI see your love is true;\nAnd if I live and brook my life\nYe\u2019se never hae cause to rue.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 263. The New-Slain Knight","type":"page"}