tains many more stanzas than that in the text; and the knight's farewell speech runs into an edifying lecture on his sister's vanity of dress e. g. "My body's buried in Dumfermline, And far beyont the sea, But day nor night nae rest could get "When ye are in the gude kirk set, Ye tak mair delight in your feckless dress Than ye do in the morning prayer," &c.-ED.] THE ORIGINAL BALLAD OF THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS. The beautiful air of Cowdenknows is well known and popular. In Ettrick Forest the following words are uniformly adapted to the tune, and seem to be the original ballad. An edition of this pastoral tale, differing considerably from the present copy, was published by Mr HERD, in 1772. Cowdenknows is situated upon the Leader, about four miles from Melrose, and is now the property of Dr HOME. O THE broom, and the bonny bonny broom, And aye sae sweet as the lassie sang, The hills were high on ilka side, An' the bought i' the lirk1 o' the hill, And aye, as she sang, her voice it rang, Out o'er the head o' yon hill. 1 Lirk-Hollow. There was a troop o' gentlemen Came riding merrilie by, And one of them has rode out o' the way, To the bought to the bonny may. "Weel may ye save an' see, bonny lass, An' weel may ye save an' see.""An' sae wi' you, ye weel-bred knight, And what's your will wi' me?". "The night is misty and mirk, fair may, And I have ridden astray, And will you be so kind, fair may, "Ride out, ride out, ye ramp rider! "O winna ye pity me, bonny lass, An' winna ye pity my poor steed, "I wadna pity your poor steed, For if ye wad gain my love the night, "For I ken you by your weel-busket hat, That ye're the Laird o' the Oakland hills, "But I am not the Laird o' the Oakland hills, Ye're far mista'en o' me; But I'm ane o' the men about his house, He's ta'en her by the middle jimp, O he's ta'en out a purse o' gowd, O he's leapt on his berry-brown steed, And ane and a' cried out to him, "O I hae been east, and I hae been west, An' I hae been far o'er the knowes, But the bonniest lass that ever I saw Is i' the bought, milking the ewes.”— She set the cog1 upon her head, An' she's gane singing hame "O where hae ye been, my ae daughter? Ye hae na been your lane.”— "O naebody was wi' me, father, "But wae be to your ewe-herd, father, And an ill deed may he die; 2 He bug the bought at the back o' the knowe, And a tod3 has frighted me. "There came a tod to the bought door, The like I never saw; And ere he had ta'en the lamb he did, O whan fifteen weeks was come and gane, That lassie began to look thin and pale, It fell on a day, on a het simmer day, 1 Cog-Milking-pail.— Bug-Built.-3 Tod-Fox. 4 Lourd-Liefer. |