Wilt thou be usher of my hall, Or wilt thou be my chamberlaine, 50 LIBRAR 55 Chuse, gentle youth, said he, thy place. 60 The king then smiling gave consent, Now marke what fortune did provide; Thus being left alone behind, And meeting with a ladyes vest, And taking up a lute straitwaye, As made both hall and chamber ring. 80 "My father was as brave a lord, "And I myself a ladye gay, "I had my musicke every day "But now, alas! my husband's dead, And fetching many a tender sigh, 85 90 95 My heart was full, the tears did flowe. 100 Then stepping in, Faire ladye, rise, A crimson dye my face orespred, I blusht for shame, and hung my head, But to be briefe, his royall grace 115 120 THE following piece hath run through two editions in Scotland: the second was printed at Glasgow in 1755, 8vo. Prefixed to them both is an advertisement, setting forth that who the preservation of this poem was owing to a lady, favoured the printers with a copy, as it was carefully collected from the mouths of old women and nurses;" and "any reader that can render it more correct or complete," is desired to oblige the public with such improvements. In consequence of this advertisement, sixteen additional verses have been produced and handed about in manuscript, which are here inserted in their proper places: (these are from ver. 109 to ver. 121, and from ver. 124 to ver. 129, but are, perhaps, after all, only an ingenious interpolation). As this poem lays claim to a pretty high antiquity, we have assigned it a place among our early pieces: though, after all, there is reason to believe it has received very considerable modern improvements: for in the Editor's ancient MS. collection is a very old imperfect copy of the same ballad: wherein, though the leading features of the story are the same, yet the colouring here is so much improved and heightened, and so many additional strokes are thrown in, that it is evident the whole has undergone a revisal. N. B. The Editor's MS. instead of lord Barnard, has John Stewart; and instead of Gil Morrice, Child Maurice, which last is probably the original title. See above, p. 75. GIL MORRICE was an erlès son, His name it waxed wide; It was nae for his great richés, Bot it was for a lady gay, That livd on Carron side. Quhair sall I get a bonny boy, That will win hose and shoen; And ze maun rin my errand, Willie; Ver. 11, something seems wanting here. 5 10 Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha', Gae bid hir take this gay mantèl, Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode, Hir ain hand sewd the sleive; And bid hir cum to Gill Morice, Yes, I will gae zour black errand, Sen ze by me well nae be warn'd, In it ze sall find frost. The baron he is a man of might, V. 32 and 68, perhaps, 'bout the hem. |