Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 6 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field, (I wot and little gude worth was he,)
" We had better lose ane than lose a' the lave ; We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free." 100
" Shame fa' you and your lands baith !
Wad ye e'en your lands to your born billy ? But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,
And yet thro' the water we sail be."
Now they did swim that wan water,                 i<»
And wow but they swam bonnilie !
Until they cam to the other side,
And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily.
" Come thro', come thro,' Lieutenant Gordon!
Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me! no For there is an ale-house here hard by,
And it shall not cost thee ae penny."
" Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon;
" I wot they cost me dear eneugh ; " " The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha', iu
" They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh."
" Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon !
Come thro', and drink some wine wi' me! Yestreen I was your prisoner,
But now this morning am I free."                 120