Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 5 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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But there was nae a quarter past,
A quarter past but three, Till these young luvers a' were fond                          13
O' others companie.
The knights they harped i' their bower,
The ladies sew'd and sang; There was mair mirth in that chamer
Than a' their father's Ian'.                                          20
Then out it spak their step-mither,
At the stair-foot stood she; " I'm plagued wi' your troublesome noise,
What makes your melodie ?
" O Rose the Red, ye sing too loud,                           25
While Lillie your voice is Strang; But gin I live and brook my life,
I'se gar you change your sang."
" We maunna change our loud, loud song,
For nae duke's son ye'll bear;                             so
We winna change our loud, loud song, But aye we'll sing the mair.
" We never sung the sang, mither,
But we'll sing ower again; We'll take our harps into our hands,                      &
And we'll harp, and we'll sing."
She's call'd upon her twa young sons,
Says, " Boun ye for the sea; Let Rose the Red, and White Lillie,
Stay in their bower wi' me."                                *>