Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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Rosmer hame frae Zealand came, And he took on to bann : " I smell fu' weel, by my right hand, That here is a Christian man."
" There flew a bird out o'er the house, Wi' a man's bane in his mouth; He coost it in, and I east it out, As fast as e'er I couth."
But wilyly she can Rosmer win; And clapping him tenderly, " It's here is come my sister-son ; — Gin I lose him, I'll die.
" It's here is come, my sister-son, Frae baith our fathers' land ; And I ha'e pledged him faith and troth, That ye will not him bann."
" And is he come, thy sister-son, Frae thy father's land to thee ? Then I will swear my highest aith, He's dree nae skaith frae me."
'Twas then the high king Rosmer, He ca'd on younkers twae: " Ye bid proud Svane lyle's sister-son To the chalmer afore me gae."
It was Svane lyle's sister-son, Whan afore Rosmer he wan,
His heart it quook, and his body shook, Sae fley'd, he scarce dow stand.