Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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300                      SIR OLITF, .AND THE
" I darena, I maunna come dance wi' thee; For the morn my bridal day maun be."
" O hear ye, Sir Oluf! come dance wi' me, And a helmet o' goud I'll give to thee."
" A helmet o' goud I well may ha'e;                           as
But dance wi' thee ne dare I, ne may."
" And winna thou dance, Sir Oluf, wi' me ? Then sickness and pain shall follow thee I"
She's smitten Sir Oluf-—it strak to his heart;
He never before had kent sic a "smart;                    30
Then lifted him up on his ambler red; " And now, Sir Oluf, ride hame to thy bride."
And whan he came till the castell yett, His mither she stood and leant thereat.
" O hear ye, Sir Oluf, my ain dear son,                     35
Whareto is your lire sae blae and wan ? "
" O well may my lire be wan and blae, For I ha'e been in the elf-womens' play."
" O hear ye, Sir Oluf, my son, my pride, And what shall I say to thy young bride ? "            40
" Ye'll say, that I've ridden but into the wood, To prieve gin my horse and hounds are good."