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400 EARL RICHARD. |
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Whan she cam to yon nettle-dyke—
" An my auld mither was here, Sae weill as she wad ye pou; 135
She wad boll ye weill, and butter ye weill, And sup till she war fou,
Syne laye her head upo' her dish doup, And sleep like onie sow."
And whan she cam to Tyne'e water, 110
She wylilie did say— " Fareweil, ye mills 0' Tyne's water,
With thee I bid gude-day.
" Fareweil, ye mills o' Tyne's water,
To you I bid gude-een; us
Whare monie a time I've fill'd my pock, At mid-day and at een."
" Hoch! had I drank the well-water,
Whan first I drank the wine, Never a mill-capon w>
Wad hae been a love o' mine."
Whan she cam to Earl Richard's house,
The sheets war Hollan' fine; " O baud awa thae linen sheets, And bring to me the linsey clouts, im
I hae been best used in."
" O haud your tongue, ye beggar's brat,
My heart will brak in three;" " And sae did mine on yon bonnie hill-side,
Whan ye wadna lat me be." 100 |
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