{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch302.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch302.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch302.htm","text":"302A.1 WHEN two lovers love each other well,\nGreat sin it were them to twinn;\nAnd this I speak from Young Bearwell;\nHe loved a lady young,\nThe Mayor\u2019s daughter of Birktoun-brae,\nThat lovely, leesome thing.\n302A.2 One day when she was looking out,\nWhen washing her milk-white hands,\nThat she beheld him Young Bearwell,\nAs he came in the sands.\n302A.3 Says, Wae\u2019s me for you, Young Bearwell,\nSuch tales of you are tauld;\nThey\u2019ll cause you sail the salt sea so far\nAs beyond Yorkisfauld.\n302A.4 . . . . . . .\n. . . . . .\n\u2018O shall I bide in good greenwood,\nOr stay in bower with thee?\u2019\n302A.5 \u2018The leaves are thick in good greenwood,\nWould hold you from the rain;\nAnd if you stay in bower with me\nYou will be taken and slain.\n302A.6 \u2018But I caused build a ship for you\nUpon Saint Innocent\u2019s day;\nI\u2019ll bid Saint Innocent be your guide,\nAnd Our Lady, that meikle may.\nYou are a lady\u2019s first true-love,\nGod carry you well away!\u2019\n302A.7 Then he sailed east, and he sailed west,\nBy many a comely strand;\nAt length a puff of northern wind\nDid blow him to the land.\n302A.8 When he did see the king and court,\nWere playing at the ba;\nGave him a harp into his hand,\nSays, Stay, Bearwell, and play.\n302A.9 had not been in the king\u2019s court\nA twelvemonth and a day,\nTill there came lairds and lords anew\nTo court that lady gay.\n302A.10 They wooed her with brooch and ring,\nThey nothing could keep back;\nThe very charters of their lands\nInto her hands they pat.\n302A.11 She\u2019s done her down to Heyvalin,\nWith the light of the moon;\nSays, Will ye do this deed for me,\nAnd will ye do it soon?\n302A.12 \u2018Will ye go seek him Young Bearwell,\nOn seas wherever he be?\nAnd if I live and bruik my life\nRewarded ye shall be.\u2019\n302A.13 \u2018Alas, I am too young a skipper,\nSo far to sail the faem;\nBit if I live and bruik my life\nI\u2019ll strive to bring him hame.\u2019\n302A.14 So he has saild east and then saild west,\nBy many a comely strand,\nTill there came a blast of northern wind\nAnd blew him to the land.\n302A.15 And there the king and all his court\nWere playing at the ba;\nGave him a harp into his hand,\nSays, Stay, Heyvalin, and play.\n302A.16 He has tane up the harp in hand,\nAnd unto play went he,\nAnd Young Bearwell was the first man\nIn all that companie.\n* * * * * * *","title":"The Child Ballads: 302. Young Bearwell","type":"page"}