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JOHN THOMSON AND THE TUKK. 353
He's gi'en to her a jewel fine,
Was set with pearl and precious stane;
Says, " My love, beware of these savages bold That's in your way as ye gang hame. 20
" Yell tak the road, my lady fair,
That leads you fair across the lea: That keeps you from wild Hind Soldan,
And likewise from base Violentrie."
Wi' heavy heart thir twa did pairt, as
She mintet as she wuld gae hame ; Hind Soldan by the Greeks was slain,
But to base Violentrie she's gane.
When a twelvemonth had expired,
John Thomson he thought wondrous lang, so And he has written a braid letter,
And sealed it weel wi' his ain hand.
He sent it with a small vessel That there was quickly gaun to sea;
And sent it on to fair Scotland, as
To see about his gay ladie.
But the answer he received again,— The lines did grieve his heart right sair:
Nane of her friends there had her seen,
For a twelvemonth and something mair. 40
Then he put on a palmer's weed,
And took a pike-staflf in his hand ; To Violentrie's castell he hied;
But slowly, slowly he did gang. vol. in. 23 |
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