Willy has ta'en him o'er the faem,
He's woo'd a wife, and brought her hame;
He's woo'd her for her yellow hair,
But
his mither wrought her mickle care;
And
mickle dolour gar'd her dree,
For
lighter she can never be;
But
in her bower she sits wi' pain,
And
Willy mourns o'er her in vain.
And
to his mither he has gane,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind.
He
says, "My lady has a cup,
Wi'
gowd and silver set about;
This goodly gift shall be your ain,
And
let her be lighter of her bairn." –
"Of
her bairn she'll never be lighter,
Nor
in her bower to shine the brighter;
But
she shall die, and turn to clay,
And
you shall we another may." –
"Another may I'll ne'er wed nane,
Another may I'll ne'er bring hame;"
But, sighing, says that weary wight,
"I
wish my life were at an end!" –
"Yet gae ye to your mither again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind,
And
say your lady has a steed,
The
like of him 's no in the lands of Leed.
"For at ilka tett o' that horse's man,
There's a gowden chess, and a bell to ring;
This goodly gift shall be her ain,
And
let me be lighter of my bairn." –
"Of
her bairn she'll never be lighter,
Nor
in her bower to shine the brighter;
But
she shall die, and turn to clay,
And
you shall wed another may." – |
"Another may I'll ne'er wed nane,
Another may I'll ne'er bring hame;"
But, sighing, says that weary wight,
"I wish my life were at an end!"
"Yet gae ye to your mither again,
That vile rank witch of vilest kind,
And say your lady has a girdle,
It's a' red gowd unto the middle,
"And aye, at ilka siller hem,
Hang fifty siller bells and ten;
This goodly gift shall be her ain,
And let me be lighter of my bairn." –
"Of her bairn she'll never be lighter,
Nor in her bower to shine the brighter;
But she shall die, and turn to clay,
And you shall wed another may." –
"Another may I'll ne'er wed nane,
Another may I'll ne'er bring hame;"
But, sighing, says that weary wight,
"I wish my life were at an end!"
Then out and spake the billy-blin,
And he spake out in very good time:
"Yet gae yet to the market-place,
And there buy ye a loaf of wace;
Ye'll shape it bairn and barinly like,
And in't twa glassen een ye'll put;
"And bid her your boy's christ'nin' to,
Then notice weel what she shall do;
And do you stand a little away,
And notice weel what she will say."
He did him to the market-place,
And there he bought a loaf of wace;
He shaped it bairn and bairnly like,
And in't twa glassen een he put. |
He
did him to his mither then,
And bade her to his boy's christ'nin';
And he did stand a little away,
And noticed weel what she did say.
"O wha has loos'd the nine witch-knots,
That were amang that lady's locks?
And wha's ta'en out the kames o' care,
That were amang that lady's hair?
"And wha has ta'en down that bush o' woodbine,
That hung between her bower and mine?
And wha has kill'd the master kid,
That ran beneath that lady's bed?
And wha has loos'd her left foot shee,
And let that lady lighter be?"
Syne Willy 's loos'd the nine witch-knots,
That were amang that lady's locks;
And Willy 's ta'en out the kames o' care,
That were amang that lady's hair;
And he's ta'en down the bush o' woodbine,
Hung atween her bower and the witch carline;
And he has killed the master kid,
That ran beneath that lady's bed;
And he has loos'd her left foot shee,
And let that lady lighter be;
And now he has gotten a bonny son,
And mickle grace be him upon. |