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THE GAY GOSS-HAWK.
From Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, iii. 161.
" This Ballad is published, partly from one under this title, in Mrs. Brown's collection, and partly from a MS. of some antiquity, penes Edit. The stanzas appearing to possess most merit have been selected from each copy."—Scott.
Annexed is another version from Motherwell's colÂlection. A third, longer than either, is furnished by Buchan, Ballads of the North of Scotland, ii. 245, The Scottish Squire.
" 0 walt, waly, my gay goss-hawk,
Gin your feathering be sheen ! " " And waly, waly, my master dear,
Grin ye look pale and lean !
" 0 have ye tint, at tournament, o
Your sword, or yet your spear ? Or mourn ye for the southern lass,
Whom ye may not win near ? " |
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