Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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It fell out ance upon a day,
Hynde Etin's to the hunting gane;
And he has tane wi' him his eldest son, For to carry his game.                                           so
"01 wad ask you something, father,
An ye wadna angry be ;"— " Ask on, ask ou, my eldest son,
Ask onie thing at me."
" My mother's cheeks are aft times weet,                 55
Alas! they are seldom dry;"— "Na wonder, na wonder, my eldest son,
Tho' she should brast and die.
" For your mother was an earl's dochter,
Of noble birth and fame;                                     60
And now she's wife o' Hynde Etin, Wha ne'er got christendame.
" But we'll shoot the laverock in the lift, The buntlin on the tree; And ye'll tak them hame to your mother,            65
And see if she'll comforted be." *                 #                 *                *
" I wad ask ye something, mother,
An' ye wadna angry be ; "— " Ask on, ask on, my eldest son,
Ask onie thing at me."                                         ro