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Kempion

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Kempion

"Come here, come here, ye freely feed,
  An' lay your head low on my knee,
The heaviest wierd I will you read,
   That ever was read til a lady.

O meilcle dolour shall you drie,
   An' ay the sa't seas o'er ye swim,
An' far mair dolour shall you drie,
   On East-muir-craigs, ere ye them clim'.

I wot yese be a weary wight,
  An' relieved shall you never be,
Til Kempion the kingis son
  Come to the craig and thrice kiss thee."

O meikle dolour did she drie,
  An' ay the sa't seas o'er she swam,
An' far mair dolour did she drie
  On East-muir-craigs ere she them clam'

An' ay she cry'd for Kempion,
  Gin he would but come til her hand.
Now word has gane to Kempion
  That sic a beast was in his land;

An' a be sure she would gae mad,
  Gin she got nae helping frae his hand.
Now, by my sooth, says Kempion,
   This fiery beast I'll gang and see.

And by my sooth, says Segramour,
  My ae brother, I'll gang you wi'.
O biggit ha' they a bonny boat,
  An'they ha' set her to the sea

An' Kempion and Sagramour
  The fiery beast ha' gane to see.
A mile afore they reach'd the shore,
   She gar'd the red fire flee.

"O Segramour, keep my boat afloat
   An' lat her nae the land sae near
For the wicked beast shall sure gae mad
   An' set fire to a' my land and mair."

"O out o'my sty I winna rise
   And it is not for the awe o'thee,
Til Kempion the kingis son,
   Come to the craig and thrice kiss me."

He's louted him o'er the East-muir-craig,
   An' he has gane her kisses ane;
Awa' she gi'd, and again she came,
   The fieryest beast that ever was seen.

"O out o' my sty i winna rise,
   An' it is not for the awe o' thee,
Till Kempion the kingis son
   Come to the craig and twice kiss me."

He's louted him o'er the East-muir-craig,
   An' he has gien her kisses twa;
Awa' she gi'd and a gain she came
     The fieryest beast that ever you saw.

"O, out o' my sty i winna rise,
     An' it is not for the awe o'thee,
Till Kempion the kingis son
     Come to the craig and thrice kiss me."

He's louted him o'er the East-muir-craigs,
   And he has gi'n her kisses three;
Awa'she gi'd and again she came
   The bonnyest lady that ever could be.

An' by my sooth, says Kempion,
     My ain true love, (for this is she,)
O was it wolf into the wood,
   Or was it fish into the sea,
Or was it man, or vile woman,
     My ain true love, that misshap'd thee?

"It was not wolf into the wood,
     Nor was it fish into the sea,
But it was my wicked step-mother
     An' wae and weary may she be!

O a heavier wierd light her upon,
   Than ever fell on vile woman,
Her hairs' grow rough, and her teeths' grow lang
   And on her four feet shall she gang;

Nane shall take pity her upon,
     But in wormes wood she shall ay won;
An' relieved shall she never be
     Til Saint Mungo come o'er the sea."
An' sighing said that weary wight,
      I fear that day I'll never see.

Child #34
From Singing Tradition of Child's Popular Ballads, Bronson
Note:  See  KEMPOWNE:  this version is also  incomnplete,  but  leaves  out
     different things.







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