{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch293.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch293.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch293.htm","text":"293A.1 INTO a sweet May morning,\nAs the sun clearly shone,\nI heard a propper damsell\nMaking a heavy moan;\nMaking a heavy moan,\nI marvelled what she did mean,\nAnd it was for a gentleman,\nSir John of Hasillgreen.\n293A.2 \u2018What aileth thee now, bony maid\nTo mourn so sore into the tide?\nO happy were the man,\u2019 he sayes,\n\u2018That had thee to his bride,\nTo ly down by his side;\nThen he were not to mean;\u2019\nBut still she let the tears down fall\nFor pleasant Hasilgreen.\n293A.3 \u2018Oh what for a man is Hasillgreen?\nSweet heart, pray tell to me.\u2019\n\u2018He is a propper gentleman,\nDwels in the South Countrie;\nWith shoulders broad and arms long,\nAnd comely to be seen;\nHis hairs are like the threeds of gold,\nMy pleasant Hasilgreen.\u2019\n293A.4 \u2018Now Hasilgreen is married,\nLet all this talking be.\u2019\n\u2018If Hasilgreen be married,\nThis day then woe to me;\nFor I may sigh and sob no more,\nBut close my weeping een,\nAnd hold my peace and cry no more,\nBut dy for Hasilgreen.\u2019\n293A.5 \u2018Will you let Hasilgreen alone,\nAnd go along with me?\nI\u2019ll marry you on my eldest son,\nMake you a gay lady.\u2019\n\u2018Make me a gay lady?\u2019 she sayes,\n\u2018I am a maid too mean;\nI\u2019ll rather stay at home,\u2019 she cries,\n\u2018And dy for Hasilgreen.\u2019\n293A.6 He takes this pretty maid him behind\nAnd fast he spurred the horse,\nAnd they\u2019re away to Bigger toun,\nThe in to Biggar Cross.\nTheir lodging was far sought,\nAnd so was it foreseen;\nBut still she let the tears doun fall\nFor pleasant Hasillgreen.\n293A.7 He\u2019s ta\u2019en this pretty maid by the hand,\nAnd he is doun the toun;\nHe bought for her a pettycoat,\nYea, and a trailing goun;\nA silken kell fitt for her head,\nLaid oer with silver sheen;\nBut still she let the tears doun fall\nFor pleasant Hasilgreen.\n293A.8 He\u2019s taen this bony mey him behind,\nAnd he is to the Place,\nWhere there was mirth and merryness,\nAnd ladyes fair of face;\nAnd ladyes fair of face,\nRight seemly to be seen,\nBut still she let the tears doun fall\nFor pleasant Hasilgreen.\n293A.9 Young Hasilgreen ran hastilie\nTo welcome his father dear;\nHe\u2019s ta\u2019en that pretty maid in his arms,\nAnd kist off her falling tear:\n\u2018O bony mey, now for thy sake\nI would be rent and rien;\nI would give all my father\u2019s lands\nTo have thee in Hasilgreen.\u2019\n293A.10 \u2018O hold your tongue now, son,\u2019 he sayes,\n\u2018Let no more talking be;\nThis maid has come right far from home\nThis day to visit thee.\nThis day should been your wedding-day,\nIt shall be thy bridall-een,\nAnd thou \u2019s get all thy father\u2019s lands,\nAnd dwell in Hasillgreen.\u2019\n293B: John of Hazelgreen\n293B.1 IT was on a morning early,\nBefore day-licht did appear,\nI heard a pretty damsel\nMaking a heavy bier;\nMaking a heavy bier,\nI wonderd what she did mean;\nBut ay the tears they rappit doun,\nCrying, O Jock o Hazelgreen!\n293B.2 \u2018O whare is this Hazelgreen, maid?\nThat I may him see.\u2019\n\u2018He is a ticht and a proper man,\nLives in the South Cuntree.\nHis shoulders broad, his arms lang,\nO he\u2019s comely to be seen!\u2019-+--+-\nBut ay the tears they drappit doun\nFor Jock o Hazelgreen.\n293B.3 \u2018Will ye gang wi me, fair maid?\n. . . . . . .\nAnd I\u2019ll marry ye on my son,\u2019\n. . . . . . .\n\u2018Afore I\u2019d go along wi you,\nTo be married on your son,\nI\u2019d rather choose to stay at hame,\nAnd die for Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293B.4 But he has tane her up behind,\nAnd spurred on his horse,\nTill ance he cam to Embro toun,\nAnd lichted at the corss.\nHe bought to her a petticoat,\nBesides a handsome goun;\nHe tied a silver belt about her waist,\nWorth thrice three hunder pund.\n293B.5 And whan he cam to Hazelyetts,\nHe lichted doun therein;\nMonie war the brave ladies there,\nMonie ane to be seen.\nShe lichted doun amang them aw,\nShe seemed to be the queen;\nBut ay the tears they rappit doun\nFor Jock o Hazelgreen.\n293B.6 Young Hazelgreen took her by the hand\nAnd led her out and in:\nSaid, Bonnie lady, for your sake,\nI could be baith rent and rien;\nI wad gie aw my lands and rents,\nTho I had kingdoms three,\nIf I could hae the great pleasure\nTo enjoy thy fair bodie.\n293B.7 \u2018No more of this,\u2019 his father said,\n\u2018Of your mourning let abee;\nI brought the damsel far frae hame,\nShe\u2019s thrice as wae for thee.\nThe morn is your bridal-day,\nThe nicht is your bridal-een,\nAnd I\u2019ll gie you aw my lands and rents,\nMy pleasing son, Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293C: John of Hazelgreen\n293C.1 As I gaed out in a may morning,\nAfore that I could see,\nAnd there I heard a pretty fair may\nMaking sweet melodie.\nShe was making sic melodie,\nI wonderd what she could mean;\nBut ay she sang and sang about\nSweet John o Hazelgreen.\n293C.2 \u2018O what na man is Hazelgreen?\nFair may, pray tell to me.\u2019\n\u2018He is a stout and a tall young man\nAs in a\u2019 the South Countrie.\nHe is a stout and a tall young man,\nAnd comely to be seen;\nBut still O I maun weep and wail\nFor John o Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293C.3 \u2018Hold your tongue, fair maid,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And let your weeping alane;\nI\u2019ll marry you to my eldest son,\nAnd you shall be ca\u2019d my dame.\u2019\n293C.4 He has tane her on ahint him,\nAnd fast he spurred the steed;\nFor Edinbro town he there was bound,\nWhere they soon came wi speed.\n293C.7 He\u2019s tane her to the Luckenbooths,\nCoft her a braw new gown,\nA handsome feather for her hat,\nAnd a pair o silken shoon.\n293C.8 He has tane the fair may up again,\nAnd fast awa rode he;\nFor Hazelgreen now he was bound,\nHer lodging there to be.\n293C.9 She jumped aff frae ahint him,\nAs fair as any queen;\n\u2018Come down, come down, Lord John,\u2019 he says,\n\u2018And welcome your lady hame.\n293C.10 \u2018It is the tall and comely youth,\nSweet John o Hazelgreen;\nIf we canna see it bridal-day,\nIt shall be bridal-een\u2019\n293D: John of Hazelgreen\n293D.1 As I went forth to take the air\nIntill an evening clear,\nAnd there I spied a lady fair,\nMaking a heavy bier;\nMaking a heavy bier, I say,\nBut and a piteous meen,\nAnd aye she sighd, and said, Alas,\nFor John o Hazelgreen!\n293D.2 The sun was sinking in the west,\nThe stars were shining clear,\nWhen thro the thickets o the wood,\nA gentleman did appear.\nSays, Who has done you the wrong, fair maid,\nAnd left you here alane?\nOr who has kissd your lovely lips,\nThat ye ca Hazelgreen?\n293D.3 \u2018Hold your tongue, kind sir,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018And do not banter so;\nHow will ye add affliction\nUnto a lover\u2019s woe?\nFor none\u2019s done me the wrong,\u2019 she said,\n\u2018Nor left me here alane;\nNor none has kissd my lovely lips,\nThat I ca Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.4 \u2018Why weep ye by the tide, lady?\nWhy weep ye by the tide?\nHow blythe and happy might he be\nGets you to be his bride!\nGets you to be his bride, fair maid,\nAnd him I\u2019ll no bemean;\nBut when I take my words again,\nWhom call ye Hazelgreen?\n293D.5 \u2018What like a man was Hazelgreen?\nWill ye show him to me?\u2019\n\u2018He is a comely, proper youth\nI in my sleep did see;\nWi arms tall, and fingers small,\nHe\u2019s comely to be seen;\u2019\nAnd aye she loot the tears down fall\nFor John o Hazelgreen.\n293D.6 \u2018If ye\u2019ll forsake young Hazelgreen,\nAnd go along with me,\nI\u2019ll wed you to my eldest son,\nMake you a lady free.\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019s for to wed your eldest son\nI am a maid oer mean;\nI\u2019ll rather stay at home,\u2019 she says\n\u2018And die for Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.7 \u2018If ye\u2019ll forsake young Hazelgreen,\nAnd go along with me,\nI\u2019ll wed you to my second son,\nAnd your weight o gowd I\u2019ll gie.\u2019\n\u2018It\u2019s for to wed your second son\nI am a maid oer mean;\nI\u2019ll rather stay at home,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018And die for Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.8 Then he\u2019s taen out a siller comb,\nCombd down her yellow hair;\nAnd look d in a diamond bright,\nTo see if she were fair.\n\u2018My girl, ye do all maids surpass\nThat ever I have seen;\nCheer up your heart, my lovely lass,\nAnd hate young Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.9 \u2018Young Hazelgreen he is my love,\nAnd ever mair shall be;\nI\u2019ll nae forsake young Hazelgreen\nFor a\u2019 the gowd ye\u2019ll gie.\u2019\nBut aye she sighd, and said, Alas!\nAnd made a piteous meen,\nAnd aye she loot the tears down fa\nFor John o Hazelgreen.\n293D.10 He look d high, and lighted low,\nSet her upon his horse;\nAnd they rode on the Edinburgh,\nTo Edinburgh\u2019s own cross.\nAnd when she in that city was,\nShe lookd like ony queen:\n\u2018\u2019Tis a pity such a lovely lass\nShoud love young Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.11 \u2018Young Hazelgreen, he is my love,\nAnd ever mair shall be;\nI\u2019ll nae forsake young Hazelgreen\nFor a\u2019 the gowd ye\u2019ll gie.\u2019\nAnd aye she sighd, and said, Alas!\nAnd made a piteous meen,\nAnd aye she loot the tears down fa\nFor John o Hazelgreen.\n293D.12 \u2018Now hold your tongue, my well-fard maid,\nLat a\u2019 your mourning be,\nAnd a\u2019 endeavours I shall try\nTo bring that youth to thee,\nIf ye\u2019ll tell me where your love stays,\nHis stile and proper name.\u2019\n\u2018He\u2019s laird o Taperbank,\u2019 she says,\n\u2018His stile, Young Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.13 Then he has coft for that lady\nA fine silk riding-gown,\nLikewise he coft for that lady\nA steed, and set her on;\nWi menji feathers in her hat,\nSilk stockings and siller sheen,\nAnd they are on to Taperbank,\nSeeking young Hazelgreen.\n293D.14 They nimbly rode along the way,\nAnd gently spurrd their horse,\nTill they rode on to Hazelgreen,\nTo Hazelgreen\u2019s own close.\nThen forth he came, young Hazelgreen,\nTo welcome his father free:\n\u2018You\u2019re welcome here, my father dear,\nAnd a\u2019 your companie.\u2019\n293D.15 But when he lookd oer his shoulder,\nA light laugh then gae he;\nSays, If I getna this lady,\nIt\u2019s for her I must die.\nI must confess this is the maid\nI ance saw in a dream,\nA walking thro a pleasant shade,\nAs fair\u2019s a cypress queen.\n293D.16 \u2018Now hold your tongue, young Hazelgreen,\nLat a\u2019 your folly be;\nIf ye be wae for that lady,\nShe\u2019s thrice as wae for thee.\nShe\u2019s thrice as wae for thee, my son,\nAs bitter doth complain;\nWell is she worthy o the rigs\nThat lie on Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293D.17 He\u2019s taen her in his arms twa,\nLed her thro bower and ha:\n\u2018Cheer up your heart, my dearest dear,\nYe\u2019re flower out-oer them a\u2019.\nThis night shall be our wedding-een,\nThe morn we\u2019ll say, Amen;\nYe\u2019se never mair hae cause to mourn,\nYe\u2019re lady o Hazelgreen.\u2019\n293E: John of Hazelgreen\n293E.1 \u2018WHY weep ye by the tide, ladye?\nWhy weep ye by the tide?\nI\u2019ll wed ye to my youngest son,\nAnd ye sall be his bride.\nAnd ye sall be his bride, ladye,\nSae comely to be seen;\u2019\nBut aye she loot the tears down fa\nFor John o Hazelgreen.\n293E.2 \u2018O whaten a man is Hazelgreen?\nI pray thee tell to me.\u2019\n\u2018O there\u2019s not a handsomer gentleman\nIn a\u2019 the South Countrie.\nHis arms are long, his shoulder broad,\nSae comely to be seen!\u2019\nAnd aye she loot the tears down fa\nFor John o Hazelgreen.","title":"The Child Ballads: 293. John of Hazelgreen","type":"page"}