Folk and Traditional Song Lyrics:
James Hatley

James Hatley

James Hatley

It happened once upon a time,
When the king he was from home,
Sir Fenwick he has stolen his jewels,
And laid the blame on James Hatley.

James Hatley was in prison strong,
A wait he was condemned to die;
There was not one in all the court
To speak one word for James Hatley.

No one but the king's daughter,
A wait she loved him tenderlie;
She's stolen the keys from her father's head,
And gaed and conversed wi James Hatley.

"Come, tell to me now, James," she said,
"Come, tell to me if thou hast them stolen,
And I'll make a vow, and I'11 keep it true,
Ye shall never be the worse of me."

"I have not stolen them. lady." he said,
"Nor as little it was intended by me,
Sir Fenwick he has stolen them himself,
A wait he has laid the blame on me."

"One asking, one asking, father dear,
One asking, one asking grant to me,
For I never asked one in my life;
I am sure you cannot but grant it to me."

Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,
Ask it, and it granted shall be;
If it should be my hole estate,
Naesaid, naesaid, it shall not be."

"I want none of your gold, father,
And I want none of your fee;
All that I ask, father dear,
Is the life of James Hatley."

Weel ask it, weel ask it, daughter dear,
Weel ask it, and it answered shall be;
For I'll make a vow, and I'll keep it true,
James Hatley shall never hanged be."

"Another asking, father dear,
Another asking grant to me;
Let Fenwick and Hatley go to the sword,
And let them try their verity."

"'T is weel asked, daughter dear,
'T' is weel asked, and it granted shall be;
For e'er the morn or twelve o'clock
They both at the point of sword shall be."

James Hatley was fifteen years old,
Sir Fenwick he was thirty-three;
But James lap about, and he struck about,
Till he's gaen Sir Fenwick wounds three.

"Hold up, hold up, James Hatley," he cry'd,
"And let my breath go out and in,
For I have stolen them myself,
More shame and disgrace it is to me."

Up and spake an English lord,
And O but he spake haughtily.
"I would reather given my whole estate
Before ye had not hanged James Hatley."

But up and spake a Scottish lord,
And O but he spake boldly.
"I would reather hae foughten among blood to the knees
Before ye had hanged James Hatlev."

Up and spake the king's eldest son,
"Come hame, James Hatley, and dine wi me;
For I've made a vow, I'1I keep it true,
Ye's be my captain by land and by sea."

Up and spake the king's daughter,
"Come home, James Hartley, and dine wi me;
For I've made a vow , I'll keep it true
I'll never marry a man but thee."

Child #244
From MacEdward Leach, The Ballad Book
"A traditional ballad of Scotland of the I7th century.
 Text, MS. Scott, materials for Border Minstrelsy.
remnant of the ordeal by battle; God gives the victory to the innocent man."

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