And up there rose an eldritch cry"He's won amang us a'!" They shaped him in fair Janet's arms They shaped him in her arms at last She cast her mantle over him, And sae her true Love wan. Up then spake the Queen o' Fairies, "She that has borrow'd young Tamlane Up then spake the Queen o' Fairies, "She's ta'en away the bonniest knight "But had I kenn'd, Tamlane!" she says,"A lady would borrow thee, I would hae ta'en out thy twa gray een, "Had I but kenn'd, Tamlane!" she says,-— "Before ye came frae hame, I would hae ta'en out your heart o' flesh, Put in a heart o' stane. "Had I but had the wit yest're'en I had paid my kane seven times to Hell SIR PATRICK SPENS. The King sits in Dunfermline town Then up and spake an eldern knight, Our King has written a braid letter, "To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway, over the faem! The King's daughter of Noroway'Tis thou maun bring her hame." The first line that Sir Patrick read, "O wha is this has done this deed, To send us out this time o' the year "Be't wind, be't weet, be't hail, be't sleet, Our ship must sail the faem; The King's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame." They hoisted their sails on Monenday morn Wi' a' the speed they may; And they hae landed in Noroway Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week, In Noroway but twa When that the lords o' Noroway Began aloud to say: "Ye Scottishmen spend a' our King's gowd And a' our Queenis fee!" "Ye lee, ye lee, ye liars loud! Fu' loud I hear ye lee. "For I brought as much o' the white monie And a half-fou o' the gude red gowd "Make ready, make ready, my merry men a'! "Now ever alack! my master dear! I fear a deadly storm. "I saw the new moon late yest're'en, Wi' the auld moon in her arm; And if we gang to sea, master! I fear we will come to harm." They hadna sail'd a league, a league, A league but barely three, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. The anchors brake, and the topmasts lap,— It was sic a deadly storm; And the waves came owre the broken ship, "O where will I get a gude sailor "O here am I a sailor gude Till you go up to the tall topmast,— He hadna gane a step, a step, When a bolt flew out of our goodly ship, Gae fetch a web o' the silken claith, Anither o' the twine, And wap them into our ship's side, And let na the sea come in. They fetch'd a web o' the silken claith, Anither o' the twine, And they wapped them into the gude ship's side; But aye the sea came in. O laith, laith were our gude Scots lords To weet their cork-heel'd shoon, But lang or a' the play was play'd O lang, lang may the ladies sit Wi' their fans into their hand, And lang, lang may the maidens sit, Half owre, half owre, to Aberdour, It's fifty fathom deep : And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens, Wi' the Scots lords at his feet. CHEVY CHACE. THE FIRST FYTTE. The Percy out of Northumberland, That he would hunt in the mountains The fattest harts in all Cheviot, He said he would kill and carry them away: "By my faith," said the doughty Douglas again, 66 'I will let that hunting if that I may." Then the Percy out of Bamborough came, With him a mighty meanỳ: With fifteen hundred archers of blood and bone,They were chosen out of shires three. This began on Monday at morn, In Cheviot the hills so hie : The child may rue that is unborn,— The drivers through the woods went Bowmen bicker'd upon the bent, With their broad arrows clear. Then the wild [deer] through the woods went, Greyhounds through the groves glent, For to kill the deer. |