Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 6 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
The captayne sayd unto himselfe, Wyth sped before the rest;
He cut his tonge out of his head, His hart out of his brest.
He lapt them in a handerchef, And knet it of knotes three,
And cast them over the castell-wall At that gay ladye.
" Fye upon thee, Captain e Care,
And all thy bloddy band, For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne.
The ayre of all my land."
Then bespake the yongest sonn, That sat on the nurses knee,
Sayth, " Mother gay, geve ower your [The smoke] it smoldereth me."
" I wold geve my gold," she saith,
" And so I wolde my fee, For a blaste of the wesleyn wind
To dryve the smoke from thee.
" Fy upon thee, John Hamleton, That ever I paid the hyre,
For thou hast broken my castle-wall, And kyndled in [it] the fyre."
84, thee.