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Save blood and flesh both in fere
Why dois your brand sae drap wi Of wrong dead carrion that is here:
bluid, Eat not of that in no manner,
And why sae sad gang yee O?”.
O I hae killed my hauke sae guid,
And I had nae mair bot' hee O.”
2. “Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, That blood foully shed shall be, ' 340
Edward, Edward, And vengeance have that men shall see.
Your haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Therefore beware now all ye,
My deir son I tell thee 0.” You fall not in that sin.
“O Í hae killed my reid-roan steid, A forewordnow with thee I make,
Mither, mither, And all thy seed for thy sake,
O I hae killed my reid-roan steid, From such vengeance for to slake,
That erst was sae fair and frie 0." For now I have my will; Here I promise thee a hest:4
3. “Your steid was auld, and ye hae got That man, woman, fowl nor beast
mair, With water, while the world shall last, 350
Edward, Edward, I will no more spill.5
Your steid was auld, and ye hae got
mair, My bow between you and me
Sum other dule'ye drie10 O.” In the firmament shall be,
“O I hae killed my fadir deir, For very token that you may see
Alas, and wae is mee O!”
14. “And whatten penance wul ye drie for Therefore this vengeance was.
that, Where clouds in the welkin been
Edward, Edward, That same bow shall be seen,
And whatten penance will ye drie for In token that my wrath and teen?
that? Shall never thus wreaked be;
My deir son, now tell me 0.". The string is turned toward you,
“Ile set my feit in yonder boat, And toward me is bent the bow,
Mither, mither, That such weather shall never show,
Ile set my feit in yonder boat, And this promise I thee.
And Ile fare ovir the sea 0.” My blessing now I give thee here,
5. “And what wul ye doe wi your towirs To thee, Noah, my servant dear,
and your ha, For vengeance shall no more appear. 370
Edward, Edward? And now, farewell, my darling dear.
And what wul ye doe wi your towirs
and your ha,
That were sae fair to see O?”. THE ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH
“Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa, POPULAR BALLADS
Ile let thame stand tul they down fa, EDWARD
For here nevir mair maun11 I bee 0.”
1. “Why dois your brand sae drap wil 6. “And what wul ve leive to your bairns bluid,
and your wife, Edward, Edward,
Edward, Edward? i together. 2 leave alone.
3 covenant. 6 destroy. 6 be. 7 anger.
grief. 10 suffer. : 11 must,
2. She served her with foot and hand, | 10. He stepped in, gave her a kiss, In every thing that she could dee,
The royal ring he brought him wi; Till once, in an unlucky time,
Her breath was strang, her hair was She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.
And twisted ance about the tree, 3. Says, “Lie you there, dove Isabel, And with a swing she came about:
And all my sorrows lie with thee; “Come to Craigy's sea, and kiss Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea,
with me. And borrow3 you with kisses three Let all the warld do what they will, II. “Here is a royal brand," she said, Oh borrowed shall you never be!” “That I have found in the green sea;
And while your body it is on, 4. Her breath grew strang, her hair grew Drawn shall your blood never be; lang,
But if you touch me, tail or fin, And twisted thrice about the tree, I swear my brand your death shall And all the people, far and near, Thought that a savage beast was she.
12. He stepped in, gave her a kiss,
The royal brand he brought him wi; 5. These news did come to Kemp Owyne, Her breath was sweet, her hair grew Where he lived, far beyond the sea;
short, He hasted him to Craigy's sea,
And twisted nane about the tree, And on the savage beast lookd he. And smilingly she came about, I through.
As fair a woman as fair could be.
8. And she has made to them a bed,
She's made it large and wide,
Sat down at the bed-side.
* * * * * * 9. Up then crew the red, red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
“ 'Tis time we were away." speasant. *storms. 6 dark. 6 birch. ?trench. S furrow.
10. O lang, lang may the ladies stand,
Wi thair gold kems in their hair, Waiting for thair ain deir lords, For they'll se thame na mair.
10. The cock he hadna craw'd but once, I 6. The cast on their gowne of greene, And clappd his wings at a',
A shooting gone are they, When the youngest to the eldest said, Untill they came to the merry green“Brother, we must awa.
Where they had gladdest bee; II. "The cock doth craw, the day doth
There were they ware of [a] wight daw,
His body leaned to a tree.
7. A sword and a dagger he wore by his 12. “Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
side, Fareweel to barn and byre!3
Had beene many a man's bane, And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
And he was cladd in his capull-hyde, 15 That kindles my mother's fire!”
Topp, and tayle, and mayne.
8. “Stand you still, master," quoth ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GIS
“Under this trusty tree,
And I will goe to yond wight yeoman, 1. When shawes* beene sheene, and To know his meaning trulye.”
shradds6 full fayre, And leeves both large and longe, I 9. “A, John, by me thou setts noe store, Itt is merry, walking in the fayre
And that's a ffarley16 thinge;
How offt send I my men beffore,
And tarry my-selfe behinde? 2. The woodweele sang, and wold not 10. “It is noe cunning a knave to ken, cease,
And a man but heare him speake; Amongst the leaves a lyne:S
And itt were not for bursting of my And it is by two wight yeomen,
bowe, By deare God, that I meane.
John, I wold thy head breake.”
3. “Me thought they did mee beate | 11. But often words they breeden bale;" and binde,
That parted Robin and John;
John is gone to Barn[e]sdale,
The gates 18 he knowes eche one. I'le be wrocken on both them towe."
12. And when hee came to Barnesdale,
Great heavinesse there hee hadd; 4. “Sweavens' are swift, master,” quoth He ffound two of his fellowes John,
Were slaine both in a slade, 19
Over stockes and stone,
For the sheriffe with seven score men 5. “Buskel? yee, bowne 3 yee, my merry
Fast after him is gone.
14. “Yett one shoote I'le shoote,” sayes
Litle John, For I'le goe seeke yond wight yeomen
“With Crist his might and mayne; In greenwood where thel4 bee.”
I'le make yond fellow that flyes soe 1 impatient.
To be both glad and ffaine." 12 make ready. 13 dress yourselves.
15 horse-hide. 16 wonderful. levil. 18 ways. 19 valley.
#thickets. 7 woodlark • sturdy.
22. How these two yeomen together they 30. The first good shoot that Robin ledd, mett,
Did not shoote an inch the pricke Under the leaves of lyne,
ffroe; To see what marchandise* they made Guy was an archer good enoughe, Even at that same time.
But he cold neere shoote soe. 23. “Good morrow, good fellow," quoth
| 31. The second shoote Sir Guy shott, Sir Guy;
He shott within the garlande; “Good morrow, good ffellow,” quoth
But Robin Hoode shott it better than hee;
hee, “Methinkes by this bow thou beares
For he clove the good prickein thy hand,
wande. A good archer thou seems to bee." 1 yew. ? made ready. I help. dealing. I stime not fixed.