{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch299.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch299.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch299.htm","text":"299A.1 One evening as a maid did walk,\nThe moon was shining clearly,\nShe heard a trooper at the gates,\nShe thought it was her dearie.\nShe\u2019s taen his horse then by the head,\nAnd led him to the stable,\nAnd gien to him baith corn and hay,\nTo eat what he was able.\nBonny lass, gin I come near you,\nBonny lass, gin I come near you,\nI\u2019ll gar a\u2019 your ribbons reel,\nBonny lass, or eer I lea you.\n299A.2 She\u2019s taen the trooper by the hand,\nAnd led him to the table,\nAnd furnishd him wi bread and cheese,\nTo eat what he was able.\nShe\u2019s taen the wine-glass in her hand,\nPoured out the wine sae clearly;\n\u2018Here is your health an mine,\u2019 she cried,\n\u2018And ye\u2019re welcome hame, my deary!\n299A.3 \u2018A glass o wine for gentlemen,\nAnd bonny lads for lasses,\nAnd bread and cheese for cavaliers,\nAnd corn and hay for asses.\u2019\nThen she went but and made his bed,\nShe made it like a lady,\nAnd she coost aff her mankie gown,\nSays, Laddie, are you ready?\n299A.4 Then he coost aff his big watch-coat,\nBut and his silken beaver,\nA pair o pistols frae his side,\nAnd he lay down beside her.\n\u2018Bonny lassie, I am wi you now,\nBonny lassie I am wi you,\nBut I\u2019ll gar a\u2019 your ribbons reel,\nBonny lassie, ere I lea you.\u2019\n299A.5 The trumpet sounds thro Birldale,\nSays, Men and horse, make ready;\nThe drums do beat at Staneman hill,\n\u2018Lads, leave your mam and daddie.\u2019\nThe fifes did play at Cromley banks,\n\u2018Lads, leave the lewes o Fyvie;\u2019\nAnd then the trooper he got up,\nSays, Lassie, I must lea you.\n299A.6 \u2018Bonny lassie, I maun lea you now,\nBonny lassie, I maun lea you;\nBut if ever I come this road again,\nI will come in and see you.\u2019\n299A.7 She\u2019s taen her gown out-ower her arms,\nAnd followed him to Stirling,\nAnd aye the trooper he did say,\nO turn ye back, my darling.\n\u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When rashin rinds grow gay gowd rings,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n299A.8 \u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When heather-knaps grow siller taps,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n\u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When heather-cows grow owsen-bows,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n299A.9 \u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When cockle-shells grow siller bells,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n\u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When apple-trees grow in the seas,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n299A.10 \u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When fishes fly, and seas gang dry,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n\u2018O when will we twa meet again?\nOr when will you me marry?\u2019\n\u2018When frost and snaw shall warm us a\u2019,\nI winna langer tarry.\u2019\n299A.11 \u2018Yestreen I was my daddie\u2019s dow,\nBut an my mamy\u2019s dawtie;\nThis night I gang wi bairn to you,\nWae\u2019s me that I eer saw thee!\u2019\n\u2018Yestreen ye were your daddie\u2019s dow,\nBut an your mammie\u2019s dawtie;\nBut gin ye gang wi bairn to me,\nYe may rue that eer ye saw me.\n299A.12 \u2018O turn back, my bonny lass,\nAnd turn back, my dearie;\nFor the Highland hills are ill to climb,\nAnd the bluidy swords woud fear ye.\u2019\n299B: Trooper and Maid\n299B.1 There cam a trooper frae the West,\nAnd of riding he was weary;\nHe rappit at and clappit at,\nIn calling for his dearie.\nBy chance the maid was in the close,\nThe moon was shining clearly,\nShe opened the gates and let him in,\nSays, Ye\u2019re welcome hame, my dearie.\n299B.2 She took the horse by the bridle-reins\nAnd led him to the stable;\nShe gave him corn and hay to eat,\nAs much as he was able.\nShe up the stair and made the bed,\nShe made it fit for a lady,\nThen she coost aff her petticoat,\nSaid, Trooper, are ye ready?\n299B.3 . . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . . .\n\u2018There\u2019s bread and cheese for musqueteers,\nAnd corn and hay for hor[s]es,\nSack and sugar for auld wives,\nAnd lads for bonnie lasses.\u2019\n299B.4 He coost aff his gude buff coat,\nHis boots, likewise his beaver,\nHe drew his rapier frae his side,\nAnd streekit him down beside her.\n\u2018Bonnie lass, I trew I\u2019m near the[e] now,\nBonnie lass, I trew I\u2019m near thee,\nAnd I\u2019ll gar a\u2019 thy ribbons reel,\nBonnie lassie, or I lea thee.\u2019\n299B.5 They had but spoken little a while\nTill of speaking they were weary;\nThey sleeped together in each other\u2019s arms\nTill the sun was shining clearly.\nThe very first sound the trumpet gave\nWas, Troopers, are ye ready?\nAway you must to London town,\nOr else for Londonderry.\n299B.6 She took the bottle in her hand,\nThe glass into the other,\nShe filled it up with blood-red wine,\nUntil it ran quite over.\nShe drank a health to her love on the stair,\nSaying, When shall we two marry?\nOr when shall we two meet again,\nOn purpose for to marry?\n299B.7 \u2018O when shall we two meet again?\nOr when shall we two marry?\u2019\n\u2018Whem cockle-shells grow siller bells;\nNo longer must I tarry.\u2019\n299C: Trooper and Maid\n299C.1 THERE cam a trooper frae the west,\nAnd he\u2019s ridden till his deary;\n\u2018It\u2019s open and lat me in,\u2019 he says,\nFor I am wet and weary.\u2019\n* * * * * * *\n299C.2 \u2018O whan sall we be married, love?\nO whan sall we be married?\u2019\n\u2018Whan heather-cows turn owsen-bows,\nIt\u2019s then that we\u2019ll be married.\u2019\n299C.3 \u2018O whan sall we be married, love?\nO when sall we be married?\u2019\n\u2018When cockle-shells turn siller bells,\nIt\u2019s then that we\u2019ll be married.\u2019\n299C.4 . . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . . .\n\u2018Whan the sun and moon dance on the green,\nIt\u2019s then that we\u2019ll be married.\u2019\n299[D]: Trooper and Maid\n299[D].1 The tropper lad cam to oor gate,\nAnd oh! but he was weary,\nHe rapped at and chapped at,\nSyne called for his kind deary.\n299[D.2] The bonnie lass being in the close,\nThe moon was shining clearly,-+-\n\u2018Ye\u2019r welcome here, my trooper lad,\nYe\u2019r welcome, my kind deary.\u2019\n299[D.3] She\u2019s taen his horse by the bridle-reins,\nAnd led him to the stable,\nShe\u2019s gien him corn and hay to eat,\nAs much as he was able.\n299[D.4] She\u2019s taen the knight by the milk-white hand,\nAnd led him to her chamber,\nAnd gied him bread and cheese to eat,\nAnd wine to drink his pleasure.\n299[D.5] \u2018Bonnie lassie, I\u2019ll lie near ye noo,\nBonnie lassie, I\u2019ll lie near ye,\nAn I\u2019ll gar a\u2019 your ribbons reel\nIn the morning or I leave ye.\u2019\n299[D.6] . . . . . . .\n. . . . . . .\nAnd she put off her wee white smock,\nCrying, \u2018Laddie, are ye ready?\u2019\n* * * * * * * *\n299[D.7] The first time that the trumpet played\nWas, Up, up and awa, man!\nThe next time that the trumpet played\nWas, The morn\u2019s the battle-day, man!\n299[D.8] \u2018Bonnie lassie, I maun leave ye noo,\nBonne lassie, I maun leave ye;\nBut, if e\u2019er I come this way again\nI will ca in an see ye.\u2019\n299[D.9] Bread and cheese for gentlemen,\nAn corn and hay for horses;\nPipes and tobacco for auld wives,\nAnd bonnie lads for lasses.\n299[D.10] \u2018When will us twa meet again?\nWhen will we meet and marry?\u2019\n\u2018When cockle-shells turn silver bells,\nNae langer, love, we\u2019ll tarry.\u2019\n299[D.11] So he\u2019s taen his auld grey cloak about him noo,\nAn he\u2019s ower the mountains fairly,\nCrying, \u2018Fare ye weel, my bonnie lass,\nFarewell, my ain kind deary.\u2019","title":"The Child Ballads: 299. Trooper and Maid","type":"page"}