8 Your father and your mother is well, But an your brothers three; So big wi bairn gangs she.' 9 'Gin this be true you tell to me, 10 He's done him to his sister's bowr, An there he saw her Lady Maisry, 11 'O wha is aught2 that bairn,' he says, 12 She turnd her right an roun about, 13 ‘O pardon me, my brother dear, 14 'O coud na ye gotten dukes, or lords, 30 40 50 gates, He baed na to chap or ca,7 23 O is my biggins broken, boy? Or is my lady lighter yet, Of a dear daughter or son?' 24 Your biggin is na broken, sir, 25 'O saddle me the black, the black, Or saddle me the brown; O saddle me the swiftest steed 26 Or he was near a mile awa, She heard his wild horse sneeze: 'Mend up the fire, my false brother, It's na come to my knees.' 27 O whan he lighted at the gate, She heard his bridle ring: 'Mend up the fire, my false brother, It's far yet frae my chin. 28 Mend up the fire to me, brother, For I see him comin hard an fast 4 blowing both wind and wet. 5 salt. 6 bridges. buildings. 29 'O gin my hands had been loose, Willy, Sae hard as they are boun, I would have turnd me frae the gleed,1 30 O I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, 31 An I'll gar burn for you, Maisry, An the last bonfire that I come to, GLASGERION2 120 7 For the kings daughter of Normandye, Her love is granted mee, And beffore the cocke have crowen, 8 'But come you hither, master,' quoth hee, 'Lay your head downe on this stone; For I will waken you, master deere, 31 Afore it be time to gone.' 9 But upp then rose that lither ladd, A coller he cast upon his necke, 10 And when he came to that ladies chamber, He thrild vpon a pinn;6 The lady was true of her promise, 11 He did not take the lady gay 12 He did not kisse that lady gay When he came nor when he youd;" 40 1 LORD THOMAS and Fair Annet Sate a' day on a hill; 100 13 Whan night was cum, and sun was sett, 2 Lord Thomas said a word in jest, 3 'Gif ye wull nevir wed a wife, 4 'O rede, O rede, mither,' he says, 5 O sall I tak the nut-browne bride, And let Faire Annet bee?' ΤΟ 10 'I 'se rede ye tak Fair Annet, Thomas, 11 'No, I will tak my mither's counsel, 12 Up then rose Fair Annet's father, 30 40 50 60 3 dumpy woman. 5 linen. • one gust. • shone. 7 stone. 10 womb. 11 mad-angry. |