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84 ARCHIE O' CAWFIELD
(Secondary form, Child, No. 188)
This is a garbled text which has something in common with Child texts of "Archie o' Cawfield" (III, 484-495), but is most similar to B, printed from the Glenriddell manuscripts, XI, 14, 1791 (Child, III, 494). Compare Walter Scott's Minstrelsy of the, Scottish Border (1802), I, 177-182, and (1833) Hf 116. For recent comment see Barry, Eckstorm, and Smyth, pp. 393-400.
Mr. John Laidlaw of Ypsilanti sang the present version in 1916, the night before he died It is transcribed from a copy made at that tame partly by Mr. Laidlaw and pardy by his wife. Purely accidental errors in spelling have been corrected. |
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I heard three brithers resonen,
And I did hearken to what they did say.
The tane to the other did say,
"Alack an a merry we need na be,
For the night it's ma bnther's lyke-wake night,
And the morn it is his day to dee."
Then up spak mettled Jack Hall, The luve o£ Tavidale ha' was he a', "It's fow paw thee and they trade baith That canna beat a good fellow in his misteen.
"It's ye'U get eleven men to yeseF And aye the twalt man I wad be." Sae a' the night the twal men rode, An a' til they were a-wearie.
An then they came to the wan water, An it was gan like any sea. There was a smith lived there, Had lived for thirty years and three,
Had never seen riders sae armed,
No never in a' his life sae hastten.
"I hae a crown in my packet," says noble Dickie,
"An I will gie it every groat
Will shoe this little black: mare o' mine." |
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