Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 2 of 8 from 1860 edition

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LADYE DIAMOND.
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" Too roun I gae, yet blame me nae;
Ye'll cause me na to shame; For better luve I that bonnie boy
Than a' your weel-bred men."                     20
The king's ca'd up his wa'-wight men,
That he paid meat an' fee : " Bring here to me that bonnie boy,
An' we'll smore him right quietlie."
Up hae they ta'en that bonnie boy,                &
Put him 'tween twa feather beds;
Naethin' was dane, nor naethin' said, Till that bonnie bonnie boy was dead.
The king's ta'en out a braid braid sword, An' streak'd it on a strae;                            so
An' thro' an' thro' that bonnie boy's heart He's gart cauld iron gae.
Out has he ta'en his poor bluidie heart,
Set it in a tasse 0' gowd, And set it before ladye Diamonds face, 35
Said " Fair ladye, behold !"
Up has she ta'en this poor bludie heart,
An' holden it in her han'; " Better luved I that bonnie bonnie boy
Than a' my father's Ian'."                              <a
Up has she ta'en his poor bludie heart,
An' laid it at her head; The tears awa' frae her eyne did flee,
An' ere midnicht she was dead.