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I SWEET Willys taen him oer the faem, | |
| Hes wood a wife and brought her hame. | |
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II Hes wood her for her yellow hair, | |
| But his mither wrought her mickle care; | |
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III And mickle dolour gard her drie, | 5 |
| For lighter she can never be. | |
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IV But in her bower she sits wi pain, | |
| And Willy mourns oer her in vain. | |
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V And to his mither he has gane; | |
| That vile rank witch of vilest kind. | 10 |
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VI He says: My ladie has a cup | |
| Wi gowd and silver set about. | |
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VII This goodlie gift shall be your ain, | |
| And let her be lighter o her young bairn. | |
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VIII Of her young bairn shell neer be lighter, | 15 |
| Nor in her bower to shine the brighter: | |
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IX But she shall die and turn to clay, | |
| And you shall wed another may. | |
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X Another may Ill marry nane, | |
| Another may Ill neer bring hame. | 20 |
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XI But sighing says his bonnie wife, | |
| I wish this was an end o my life! | |
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XII Yet gae ye unto your mither again, | |
| That vile rank witch of vilest kind. | |
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XIII And say: My ladie has a steed, | 25 |
| The like o hims no in the lands of Leed. | |
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XIV For at ilka tett o that horses mane | |
| Theres a golden chess and a bell ringíng. | |
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XV This goodlie gift shall be your ain, | |
| And let her be lighter o her young bairn. | 30 |
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XVI O her young bairn shell neer be lighter, | |
| Nor in her bower to shine the brighter; | |
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XVII But she shall die and turn to clay, | |
| And ye shall wed another may. | |
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XVIII Another may Ill marry nane, | 35 |
| Another may Ill neer bring hame. | |
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XIX But sighing says his bonnie wife, | |
| I wish this was an end o my life! | |
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XX Yet gae ye unto your mither again, | |
| That vile rank witch of vilest kind: | 40 |
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XXI And say: My ladie has a girdle, | |
| Its a red gowd unto the middle. | |
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XXII And ay at every silver hem | |
| Hangs fifty silver bells and ten. | |
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XXIII That goodlie gift shall be your ain, | 45 |
| But let her be lighter o her young bairn. | |
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XXIV O her young bairn shes neer be lighter, | |
| Nor in her bower to shine the brighter: | |
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XXV But she shall die and turn to clay, | |
| And you shall wed another may. | 50 |
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XXVI Another may Ill never wed nane, | |
| Another may Ill never bring hame. | |
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XXVII But sighing says his bonnie wife, | |
| I wish this was an end o my life! | |
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XXVIII Then out and spake the Billy Blind | 55 |
| He spake aye in a good time; | |
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XXIX Ye doe ye to the market-place, | |
| And there buy ye a loaf o wax; | |
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XXX Ye shape it bairn and bairnly like, | |
| And in twa glasses een yell pit. | 60 |
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XXXI And do ye to your mither then, | |
| And bid her come to your boys christnen, | |
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XXXII For dears the boy hes been to you: | |
| Then notice weel what she shall do: | |
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XXXIII And do you stand a little away, | 65 |
| And listen weel what she shall say. | |
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XXXIV He did him to the market-place, | |
| And there he bought a loaf o wax. | |
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XXXV He shaped it bairn and bairnly-like, | |
| And in t twa glasses een he pat. | 70 |
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XXXVI He did him till his mither then, | |
| And bade her to his boys christnen. | |
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XXXVII And he did stand a little forbye, | |
| And noticed well what she did say. | |
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XXXVIII O wha has loosed the nine witch-knots | 75 |
| That was among that ladies locks? | |
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XXXIX And wha has taen out the kaims o care | |
| That hangs among that ladies hair? | |
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XL And whas taen down the bush o woodbine | |
| That hangs atween her bower and mine? | 80 |
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XLI And wha has killd the master kid | |
| That ran aneath that ladies bed? | |
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XLII And wha has loosed her left-foot shee | |
| And letten that ladie lighter be? | |
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XLIII Syne Willy has loosed the nine witch-knots | 85 |
| That was among his ladies locks: | |
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XLIV And Willys taen out the kaims o care | |
| That hang among his ladies hair: | |
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XLV And Willys taen down the bush o woodbine | |
| That hang atween her bower and thine: | 90 |
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XLVI And Willy has killd the master kid | |
| That ran aneath his ladies bed: | |
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XLVII And Willy has loosed her left-foot shee, | |
| And letten his ladie lighter be. | |
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XLVIII And now hes gotten a bonny young son, | 95 |
| And mickle grace be him upon! | |
| | | GLOSS: rowe] roll, wrap. gard her drie] caused her to suffer. lighter] i.e. delivered of her child. tett] tuft. chess] ?jess, strap. Billy Blind] a Brownie, or friendly House-spirit. pit] put. pat] did put. forbye] aside. kaims] combs. shee] shoe. |
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