THE TWA Corbies'. [An English version makes the lady faithful,— And kissed his wounds that were so red; She was dead herself ere evensong time.'] As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a mane; 'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?' 'In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain knight; 'His hound is to the hunting gane, 'Ye'll sit on his white hause bane, And I'll pike out his bonny blue een: Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair, We'll theek our nest when it grows bare. 'Mony a one for him makes mane, O'er his white banes, when they are bare WALY, WALY. [This fragment, variously corrupted, is often printed as part of a rather dull ballad, concerned with events in the history of Lord James Douglas, of the Laird of Blackwood, and of the lady who utters the beautiful lament here printed.] VOL. I. O waly, waly, up the bank, O waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side, Where I and my love were wont to gae! I lean'd my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, But first it bow'd and syne it brak',- O waly, waly, but love be bonnie And fadeth awa' like the morning dew. And says he'll never lo'e me mair. Noo Arthur's Seat sall be my bed, The sheets sall ne'er be press'd by me; 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie, 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry; Q When we cam' in by Glasgow toun, But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win, SUPERNATURAL. CLERK SAUNDERS. Clerk Saunders and may Margaret 'A bed, a bed,' Clerk Saunders said, A bed for you and me!' 'Fye na, fye na,' said may Margaret, 'Till anes we married be. 'For in may come my seven bauld brothers, 'Wi' torches burning bright; They'll say—“We hae but ae sister, And behold she's wi' a knight !"' 'Then I'll take the sword frae my scabbard, And slowly lift the pin; And you may swear, and safe your aith, Ye never let Clerk Saunders in. ‘And take a napkin in your hand, And you may swear, and safe your aith, It was about the midnight hour, When in and came her seven brothers, When in and came her seven brothers, They said, 'We hae but ae sister, And behold her lying with a knight!' Then out and spake the first o' them, 'I bear the sword shall gar him die!' And out and spake the second o' them, 'His father has nae mair than he!' And out and spake the third o' them, Then out and spake the fifth o' them, Then up and gat the seventh o' them, But he has striped his bright brown brand Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turned And sad and silent was the night And they lay still and sleeped sound, And kindly to him she did say, 'It is time, true love, you were awa'.' But he lay still, and sleeped sound, Then in and came her father dear, " Comfort weel your seven sons; I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon The clinking bell gaed through the town, 'Are ye sleeping, Margaret?' he says, Or are ye waking presentlie? Give me my faith and troth again, I wot, true love, I gied to thee.' 'Your faith and troth ye sall never get, 'My mouth it is full cold, Margaret, And if I kiss thy comely mouth, 1 Al. Thy days will soon be at an end. |