"It is to burn fair Kirkley-hall,
And all their nunnery.”

“Now nay, now nay," quoth Robin Hood,

That boon I'll not grant thee;

I never hurt woman in all my life,
Nor man in woman's company.

"I never hurt fair maid in all my time,
Nor at mine end shall it be;
But give me my bent bow in my hand,
And a broad arrow I'll let flee;
And where this arrow is taken up,
There shall my grave digged be.

"Lay me a green sod under my head,
And another at my feet;
And lay my bent bow by my side,
Which was my music sweet;

And make my grave of gravel and green,
Which is most right and meet.

"Let me have length and breadth enough,

With a green sod under my head;
That they may say, when I am dead,
Here lies bold Robin Hood."

These words they readily granted him,
Which did bold Robin please:

And there they buried bold Robin Hood,
Within the fair Kirkleys.

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BONNIE GEORGE CAMPBELL

HIE upon Hielands and low upon Tay, Bonnie George Campbell rade out on a day.

Saddled and bridled and gallant rade he; Hame cam his guid horse, but never cam he.

Out cam his auld mither greeting fu' sair. And out cam his bonnie bride rivin' her hair.

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Saddled and bridled and booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle, but never cam he.

My meadow lies green, and my corn is unshorn, My barn is to big, and my babie 's unborn." 10

Saddled and bridled and booted rade he;
Toom hame cam the saddle, but never cam he.
Child, No. 210 (Motherwell's Version).

LORD RANDAL

"O WHERE ha'e ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where ha'e ye been, my handsome young

man?"

"I ha'e been to the wild wood; mother, make my

bed soon;

For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie

down."

"Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my

son?

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Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young

man?"

"I dined wi' my true-love; mother, make my bed

soon;

For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie

down."

"What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my

son?

What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome

young man?"

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"I gat eels boiled in broo'; mother, make my bed

soon;

For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie

down."

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"What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Ran

dal,

my son?

What became of your bloodhounds, my hand

some young man?"

"O they swelled and they died; mother, make

my bed soon;

For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie

down."

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"OI fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young

man!"

"O yes! I am poisoned; mother, make my bed

soon;

For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down."

Scott, Minst. Scot. Bord.

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THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL

THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them o'er the sea.

They hadna been a week from her,

A week but barely ane,

Whan word came to the carline wife,
That her three sons were gane.

They hadna been a week from her,

A week but barely three,

Whan word came to the carline wife,
That her sons she'd never see.

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"I wish the wind may never cease,

Nor fishes in the flood,

Till my three sons come hame to me,

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In earthly flesh and blood!"

It fell about the Martinmas,

When nights are lang and mirk,
The carline wife's three sons came hame,
And their hats were o' the birk.

It neither grew in syke nor ditch, buď
Nor yet in ony sheugh;

But at the gates o' Paradise,
That birk grew fair eneugh.

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"Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well!

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For a' my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well."

And she has made to them a bed,
She's made it large and wide;
And she's ta'en her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bed-side.

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Up then crew the red, red cock,

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The eldest to the youngest said,

up and crew the gray; ng 1A

"T is time we were away.",

The cock he hadna crawed but once,
And clapped his wings at a',
Whan the youngest to the eldest said,
"Brother, we must awa

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"The cock doth craw, the day doth daw', / The channerin' worm doth chide;

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