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JAMIE DOUGLAS |
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XI
' Fare thee well, my Jamie Douglas !
Fare thee well, ever dear to me ! But O, an my young babe were born
And set upon some nourice' knee !
XII
' And fare thee well, my pretty palace I And fare ye well, my children three !
God grant your father grace to be kind, More kind to you than he was to me !'
XIII
Then slowly, slowly rase I up,
But quickly, quickly he cam' doun,
And when he saw me sit in my coach, He made his drums and trumpets sound.
XIV
When we cam' in by Edinbro' town, My father and mother they met me
Wi' trumpets soundin' on every side; But it was nae music at a' to me.
xv ' Now hau'd your comfort my father dear,
And mother your weeping let abee ! I'll never lye in another man's arms
Since my dear lord has forsaken me.'
XVI
It's very true, and it's aft-times said, The hawk will flie far far frae her nest:
And a' the warld may plainly see
They are far frae me that I luve best. 392 |
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