{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch301.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch301.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch301.htm","text":"301A.1 \u2018O TROY MUIR, my lily-flower,\nAn asking I\u2019ll ask thee;\nWill ye come to my bigley bower\nAnd drink the wine wi me?\u2019\n301A.2 \u2018My dame, this is too much honour\nYou have conferrd on me;\nI\u2019m sure it\u2019s mair than I\u2019ve deservd\nFrae sic a one as thee.\u2019\n301A.3 \u2018In Reekie\u2019s towers I hae a bower,\nAnd pictures round it set;\nThere is a bed that is well made,\nWhere you and I shall sleep.\u2019\n301A.4 \u2018O God forbid,\u2019 this youth then said,\n\u2018That ever I drie sic blame\nAs ever to touch the queen\u2019s bodie,\nAltho the king\u2019s frae hame.\u2019\n301A.5 When that he had these words spoken,\nShe secretly did say,\nSome evil I shall work this man,\nBefore that it be day.\n301A.6 Whan a\u2019 her maids were gane to bed,\nAnd knights were gane frae hame,\nShe calld upon young Troy Muir,\nTo put fire in her room.\n301A.7 \u2018An asking, asking, Troy Muir,\nAn asking ye\u2019ll grant me;\u2019\n\u2018O, if it be a lawful thing,\nMy dame it\u2019s granted be.\u2019\n301A.8 \u2018There is a stane in yon garden,\nNae ane lifts it for me;\nBut if that ye woud lift the same,\nA brave man I\u2019ll ca thee.\n301A.9 \u2018Under yon stane there is a pit,\nMost dreary for to see,\nAnd in it there\u2019s as much red gowd\nAs buy a dukedom to thee.\u2019\n301A.10 \u2018O if I had ae sleep in bed,\nAnd saw the morning sun,\nAs soon \u2019s I rise and see the skies,\nYour will it shall be done.\u2019\n301A.11 When birds did sing, and sun did rise,\nAnd sweetly sang the lark,\nTroy Muir to the garden went,\nTo work this dreary wark.\n301A.12 He\u2019s taen the stane then by a ring,\nAnd lifted manfullie;\nA serpent that lang wanted meat\nRound Troy Muir\u2019s middle did flee.\n301A.13 \u2018How shall I get rid o this foul beast?\nIt\u2019s by it I must dee;\nI never thought the queen, my friend,\nWoud work this mischief to me.\u2019\n301A.14 But by there came a weelfaird may,\nAs Troy Muir did tauk,\nThe serpent\u2019s furious rage to lay,\nCut aff her fair white pap.\n301A.15 As soon as she the same had done,\nYoung Troy Muir was set free,\nAnd in ane hour the wound was heald,\nThat nae mair pain had she.\n301A.16 Says Troy Muir, My lily-flower,\nYe hae releas d me;\nBut before I see another day,\nMy wedded wife ye\u2019se be.\n301A.17 He married her on that same day,\nBrought her to his ain hame;\nA lovely son to him she bare,\nWhen full nine months were gane.\n301A.18 As heaven was pleasd, in a short time,\nTo ease her first sad pain,\nSae was it pleasd, when she\u2019d a son,\nTo hae a pap again.","title":"The Child Ballads: 301. The Queen of Scotland","type":"page"}