"O, I hae killed my fadir deir,

Mither, mither:

O, I hae killed my fadir deir,

Alas! and wae is mee, O!"

"And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that,
Edward, Edward?
And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that?
My deir son, now tell me, O."

"Ile set my feit in zonder boat,

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Mither, mither:

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Ile set my feit in zonder boat,

And Ile fare ovir the sea, O."

"And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',

Edward, Edward?

And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',
That were sae fair to see, O?"

"Ile let thame stand til they doun fa',

Mither, mither:

Ile let thame stand till they doun fa',

For here nevir mair maun I bee, O."

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"And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward?

And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O?"

"The warldis room, let thame beg throw life,

Mither, mither:

The warldis room, let thame beg throw life,

For thame nevir mair wul I see, O."

"And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir,

Edward, Edward?

And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir ?
My deir son, now tell me, O."

"The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir,

Mither, mither:

The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir,

Sic counseils ze gave to me, O."

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This curious Song was transmitted to the editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart., late Ld. Hailes, a Lord of Session."

VI.

KING ESTMERE.

THIS Old Romantic Legend, (which is given from two copies, one of them in the editor's folio MS., containing very great variations), bears marks of considerable antiquity, and perhaps ought to have taken place of any in this volume. It should seem to have been written while part of Spain was in the hands of the Saracens or Moors: whose empire there was not fully extinguished before the year 1491. The Mahometans are spoken of in v. 49, &c., just in the same terms as in all other old Romances. The author of the ancient Legend of "Sir Bevis " represents his hero, upon all occasions, breathing out defiance against

"Mahound and Termagaunte; "*

and so full of zeal for his religion, as to return the following polite message to a Paynim king's fair daughter, who had fallen in love with him, and sent two Saracen knights to invite him to her bower,

"I wyll not ones stirre off this grounde,
To speake with an heathen hounde.
Unchristen houndes, I rede you fle
Or I your harte bloud shall se." t

Indeed they return the compliment by calling him elsewhere "A christen hounde."

This was conformable to the real manners of the barbarous ages: perhaps the same excuse will hardly serve our bard for the situations, in which he places his royal personages, for that k. Adland should be found lolling or leaning at his gate (v. 35.) may be thought perchance a little out of character. And yet the great painter of manners, Homer, did not think it inconsistent with decorum to represent a king of the Taphians leaning at the gate of Ulysses to inquire for that monarch, when he touched at Ithaca as he was taking a voyage with a ship's cargo of iron to dispose in traffic. § So little ought we to judge of ancient manners by our own.

*See a short Memoir at the end of this Ballad, Note t+t. § Odyss. a. 105.

Sign. C. ii. b.

+ Sign. C. i. b.

Before I conclude this article, I cannot help observing, that the reader will see, in this ballad, the character of the old Minstrels (those successors of the Bards) placed in a very respectable light: here he will see one of them represented mounted ona fine horse, accompanied with an attendant to bear his harp after him, and to sing the poems of his composing. Here he will see him mixing in the company of kings without ceremony: no mean proof of the great antiquity of this poem. The farther we carry our inquiries back, the greater respect we find paid to the professors of poetry and music among all the Celtic and Gothic nations. Their character was deemed so sacred, that under its sanction our famous king Alfred (as we have already seen †) made no scruple to enter the Danish camp, and was at once admitted to the king's head-quarters. Our poet has suggested the same expedient to the heroes of this ballad. All the histories of the North are full of the great reverence paid to this order of men. Harold Harfagre, a celebrated king of Norway, was wont to seat them at his table above all the officers of his court and we find another Norwegian king placing five of them by his side in a day of battle, that they might be eye-witnesses of the great exploits they were to celebrate. §-As to Estmere's riding into the hall while the kings were at table, this was usual in the ages of chivalry: and even to this day we see a relic of this custom still kept up, in the champion's riding into Westminster-hall during the coronation dinner. |

Some liberties have been taken with this tale by the editor, but none without notice to the reader in that part which relates to the subject of the Harper and his attendant.

HEARKEN to me, gentlemen,

Come and you shall heare;

Ile tell you of two of the boldest brethren
That ever borne y-were.

* See vol. ii. Note subjoined to 1st Pt. of "Beggar of Bednal," &c.

See the "Essay on the ancient Minstrels," prefixed to this Volume.

Even so late as the time of Froissart, we find Minstrels and Heralds mentioned together, as those who might securely go into an enemy's country. Cap. cxl.

§ Bartholini Antiq. Dan. p. 173.-"Northern Antiquities," &c. Vol. i. pp. 386, 389, &c.

See also the account of Edw, II. in the "Essay on the Minstrels," and Note (x.) Ver. 3. brether. fol. MS.

The tone of them was Adler younge,
The tother was kyng Estmere;
The were as bolde men in their deeds,
As any were farr and neare.

As they were drinking ale and wine
Within kyng Estmeres halle:

"When will ye marry a wyfe, brothèr,
A wyfe to glad us all?"

Then bespake him kyng Estmere,
And answered him hastilee :
"I know not that ladye in any land
That's able to marrye with mee."

"Kyng Adland hath a daughter, brother,
Men call her bright and sheene ;
If I were kyng here in your stead,
That ladye shold be my queene.”

Saies, "Reade me, reade me, deare brother,
Throughout merry England,

Betwixt us towe to sende."

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Where we might find a messenger

Saies, "You shal ryde yourselfe, brother,

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Ile beare you companye;

Many throughe fals messengers are deceived,

And I feare lest soe shold wee."

Thus the renisht them to ryde

Of twoe good renisht steeds,

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And when the came to king Adlands halle,
Of redd gold shone their weeds.

And when the came to kyng Adlands hall
Before the goodlye gate,

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There they found good kyng Adlànd
Rearing himselfe theratt.

*He means fit, suitable.

Ver. 10. his brother's hall. fol. MS. Ver. 14 hartilye. fol. MS. Ver. 27. Many a man... is. fol. MS.

"Now Christ thee save, good kyng Adland;
Now Christ you save and see."

Sayd, "You be welcome, king Estmere,
Right hartilye to mee."

"You have a daughter," said Adler younge,
"Men call her bright and sheene,
My brother wold marrye her to his wiffe,
Of Englande to be queene."

"Yesterday was att my deere daughtèr
Syr Bremor the kyng of Spayne;
And then she nicked him of naye,

And I doubt sheele do you the same."

"The kyng of Spayne is a foule paynìm,
And 'leeveth on Mahound;

And pitye it were that fayre ladyè
Shold marrye a heathen hound.

But grant to me," sayes kyng Estmere,
"For my love I you praye;

That I may see your daughter deere
Before I goe hence awaye."

Although itt is seven yeers and more
Since my daughter was in halle,

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50

55

She shall come once downe for your sake
To glad my guestès alle."

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Downe then came that mayden fayre,

With ladyes laced in pall,

And halfe a hundred of bold knightes,
To bring her from bowre to hall;

And as many gentle squiers,

To tend upon them all.

The talents of golde were on her head sette,
Hanged low downe to her knee;

And everye ring on her small fingèr,
Shone of the chrystall free.

Ver. 46. The king his sonne of Spayn. fol. MS.
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