Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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276               THE COURTEOUS KNIGHT.
And the higher that the wind does blaw, The sounder I do sleep.
" My body's buried in Dumfermline,
And far beyond the sea; But day nor night, nae rest cou'd get,                105
All for the pride o' thee.
" Leave aff your pride, jelly Janet," he says,
" Use it not ony mair; Or when ye come where I hae been,
You will repent it sair.                                   110
" Cast aff, cast aff, sister," he says, " The gowd lace fray your crown;
For if ye gang where I ha'e been, Ye'll wear it laigher down.
'> When ye're in the gude church set,                11s
The gowd pins in your hair, Ye take mair delight in your feckless dress
Than ye do in your morning prayer.
" And when ye walk in the church-yard,
And in your dress are seen,                             120
There is nae lady that sees your face But wishes your grave were green.
" You're straight and tall, handsome withall, But your pride owergoes your wit;
But if ye do not your ways refrain,                  1a
In Pirie's chair ye'll sit.