Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

Home Main Menu Singing & Playing Order & Order Info Support Search Voucher Codes

Share page  Visit Us On FB

Previous Contents Next
"When days were gane, and months were come,
The ladye was sad and wan ; And aye she cried for a bour woman,
For to wait her upon.                                           100
Then up and spake him, Brown Robin, "And what needs this ? " quo' he ;
" Or what can woman do for you, That canna be done by me ? "
" 'Twas never my mothers fashion," she said, 105
" Nor shall it e'er be mine, That belted knights should e're remain
While Iadyes dree'd their pain.
" But gin ye take that bugle-horn,
And wind a blast sae shrill,                              no
I hae a brother in yonder court,
"Will come me quickly till."
" O gin ye hae a brother on earth,
That ye lo'e mair than me, Ye may blow the horn yoursell," he says, m
" For a blast I winna gie."
She's ta'en the bugle in her hand, And blawn baith loud and shrill;
Sweet "William started at the sound,
And came her quickly till.                                 120