A. 'Fair Janet,' Sharpe's Ballad Book, p. 1.
B. 'Fair Janet and Sweet William,' Motherwell's MS.,
p. 357.
C. 'Willie and Annet,' Herd's Scots Songs, 1769, p.
303.
D. 'Lord William,' Motherwell's MS., p. 271.
E. 'Willie and Janet,' Kinloch MSS, V, 283, II, 41.
F. 'Sweet Willie and Fair Maisry,' Buchan's Ballads
of the North of Scotland, I, 97; Motherwell's MS.,
p. 606.
G. 'Sweet Willie,' Finlay's Scottish Ballads, II, 61.
G, as printed by Finlay, was made up from
various fragments. Of his twenty-seven stanzas
fourteen were taken from C, and these are now
omitted. A 13, D 5, G 4, 5, C 19, are found
also in some copies of 'Fair Annie of Lochroyan;'
C 19 also in 'Sweet Willie and Fair
Annie.' The very inappropriate question in
F 4, "O will ye gang to the cards, Meggie,"
occurs in Jamieson's 'Clerk Saunders,' I, 84,
st. 5. The inquiry in G 1, "Will you burn for
Sweet Willie?" may probably have been suggested
by the ballad of 'Lady Maisry.' We
have the oath by the thorn, G 13, in 'Glasgerion.'
For the conclusion of A, E, see No 7,
I, 96 ff.
Fair Janet, A, B, E [Annet, Maisry], loving
Sweet Willie, and on the point of becoming
a mother by him, is destined by her father
to marry a French lord, A; a Southland lord,
B, E, G. She implores Willie to fly with her
over sea, B, C; to good green wood, F. They
set sail, but her condition obliges her to return,
B; her time comes before they can get
away, C. She bears a child.[84] To avoid discovery,
the babe is taken to Willie's mother,
who very readily assumes charge of it. Scarcely
has the child been born, when Janet's father
comes with orders to busk the bride, A, B,
C (?), E, F. She begs to be tenderly handled,
as not being in good plight. They attire
her gayly, and she selects Willie to lead her
horse, or ride before her on her horse, to
church, A, B, E. Her cheek is pale, her color
goes and comes; it is suspected, and even suggested,
that she has borne a bairn, or is near
to doing so, A 22, C 14, D 10, E 11, F 25.
She seeks to clear herself by an ambiguous
oath, E 12, G 26, 27; Willie does this for her,
G 11. After dinner, or supper, A, B, dancing
is in order. Janet makes excuses to her brothers,
her father, the bridegroom's man, and declines
very decidedly the bridegroom's own
invitation, with marked asperity in A, B.
But with Willie she will dance though her
heart should break in three. She takes three
turns, and falls down dead. Willie gives the
key of his coffer to his man, and bids him tell
his mother that his horse has slain him. He
would not survive Janet in any pure and full
form of the story, and does not in A, C, E.
'Sweet William,' Motherwell's Minstrelsy,
p. 307, borrows some stanzas at the beginning
from 'Fair Janet.'
There are points of resemblance between
'Fair Janet' and a ballad very popular in
Scandinavia and in Germany, which demand
notice, though they may not warrant the assumption
of community of origin.
The Scandinavian ballad is: Danish, 'Kong
Valdemar og hans Søster,' Grundtvig, No
126, III, 63 ff, 911 f, A-I; G from a sixteenth-century
manuscript, A-F from seventeenth-century
manuscripts or print, the two
last from recent tradition. Icelandic, 'Soffíu
kvæði,' Íslenzk Fornkvæði, No 52, II, 152,
A-F, all of which, according to Grundtvig,
must be put, at latest, in the seventeenth century,
though some are first met with in the
eighteenth. Färoë, a single copy, almost
Danish, from the beginning of this century,
printed by Grundtvig, III, 67 f. Norwegian,
three copies from recent tradition, Grundtvig,
III, 69, 913 f. Swedish, all from this century,
'Liten Kerstin och Fru Sofia,' Arwidsson,
No 53, I, 335-51, A-E; F, G, in Cavallius
and Stephens' collection, Grundtvig, III, 70;
H, 'Liten Kerstin och drottning Sofia,' Wigström,
Folkdiktning, I, 79.[85]
The German ballad is: A. 'Graf Hans von
Holstein und seine Schwester Annchristine,'
Müllenhoff, p. 492, No 48. B. 'Der grobe
Bruder,' Wunderhorn, II, 272, 1808, Birlinger
und Crecelius, II, 24. C. 'Der grausame Bruder,'
Parisius, p. 38, No 12, A. D. 'Das Lied
vom Pfalzgrafen,' Düntzer und Herder, Briefe
Goethe's an Herder, I, 154. E. 'Der grausame
Bruder,' Erk, Liederhort, p. 153, No 45.
F. 'Christinchen,' Pröhle, p. 4, No 2. G.
Wunderhorn, Birlinger und Crecelius, II, 247,
No 4. H. Parisius, No 12, C. I. Reifferscheid,
p. 107. J. 'Der böse Bruder,' Zuccalmaglio,
p. 185, No 89. K. 'Der Pfalzgraf vom Rhein,'
Wunderhorn, I, 259, 1806, Birlinger und Crecelius,
II, 24. L. 'Der grausame Bruder,'
Hoffmann und Richter, Schlesische Volkslieder,
p. 49, No 27. M. Parisius, No 12,
B. A version in broadside style, Erlach, II,
585, Doenniges, p. 217; compounded copies,
Simrock, No 16, Scherer, Jungbrunnen, No
35, A.
According to the Scandinavian story, a king
is informed by his queen, her inexorable enemy,
that Kirstin, his sister, has just borne a child.
The king sends for Kirstin, who is at some
distance, to come to him immediately. She is
obliged to make the journey on horseback.
Upon her arrival the king puts her to a variety
of tests, among these a long dance. Kirstin
comes off so well that her brother says the
queen has belied her. The queen then bares
Kirstin's breast and makes milk flow from it.
The king hereupon sends for heavy whips,
and flogs his sister to the point of death. In
the Icelandic and Färöe versions Kirstin dies
of the dance, in her brother's arms. In the
Swedish versions and in Danish I the king is
Kirstin's father, not her brother. The Norwegian
versions and Swedish F, H have a
false conclusion: Kirstin survives, and is
united to her lover. In Danish A the king
had, before he learned the state of things,
promised his sister to the son of the King of
England, and in Danish F, H, I, Swedish F, and
the Färöe ballad, Kirstin's lover is an English
prince, who, in Danish H, comes to claim his
mistress, and, finding her dead, kills the king.
In Swedish A Kirstin dances with four, dances
with five, dances with all the men of the
court, and in Swedish C, H she tires out successively
all the courtiers, the king, and the
queen.
A, far the best preserved of the German
versions, makes a hunter ask a count for his
sister Annchristine. Being refused, as an unequal
match, he tells the count that his sister,
for all her nobility, has borne a child. The
count maintains Annchristine to be a maid.
The hunter says, Send for her, and see. The
young lady is required to come on horseback.
When her brother sees her approaching, with
her long hair flowing, his confidence is strengthened.
The hunter says, Make her dance. She
dances seven hours, and her brother finds reason
to continue of the same mind as before.
The hunter says, Let us tighten her lacing,
and, when that is done, milk springs from her
breasts. Her brother gives her the choice between
whipping and the sword. She chooses
the former. He beats her till liver and lungs
spring from her body. She then calls on him
to stop; Prince Frederick of England is his
brother-in-law. The count is much troubled,
and promises everything if she will live. But
Annchristine dies, and presently Prince Frederick
appears. He has heard of what the count
has done, cuts him to bits, and gives him to
the crows.
In the other German versions the informant
is generally of low rank, and sometimes professes
to be father of the child. In B, C, G,
H, K he is a kitchey-boy, a personage who
plays no insignificant part in romantic story.
The coming on horseback is wanting. The
long dance is found in B-F. The father of
the child is always the English King, who
runs the brother through with his sword, B, D,
E, G, K, L, or otherwise gives him his due.
The slight resemblance and the great difference
of the Scottish story are apparent. Fair
Janet has to go a certain distance on horseback,
at a time when she is peculiarly ill fitted
to do so, like the hapless Kirstin of the Scandinavian
ballads and the German A, and she
dies from dancing in her weak condition, as
the lady does in the Icelandic and Färöe ballad.
But both the ride and the dance are incidental
to her forced marriage, and neither
the ride nor the dance is employed as a test,
as the dance always is in the other ballad, and
as the ride is expressly devised to be in German
A 6. The Scottish Janet is not constrained
to dance, nor does she dance down all
the men in the room. She declines every invitation
except Willie's, and this, in some cases,
she (very naturally and touchingly) encourages
or incites; and her vital powers give way
after three turns. All the unspeakably ferocious
features of the Norse and German ballads
are wanting, and the bound which divides
the pathetic from the horrible is never passed.
A Breton ballad, 'Ar C'homt Gwillou,'
'Prinses ar Gwillou,' 'Le Comte Guillou,' 'La
Princesse Le Guillou,' Luzel, II, 6-15, in three
versions, has the probation by dancing. A
count or prince, returning to his mistress after
a considerable absence, happens to hear a shepherdess
singing a song, of which he himself is
unfortunately the subject. The lady has had
a child. Fearing to encounter her injured
lover, she tries to pass off a younger sister for
herself, but, as may be imagined, this desperate
artifice does not succeed. She is told what
is said of her, and hopes she may melt like
butter if ever she had daughter or son. The
count calls out, Play up, musicians, that we
may see how this damsel will step out. The
young woman pleads that she is suffering from
fever, and cannot dance just now, but the
count strikes her on the breast so that milk
spurts on her gown, A. He kills her.[86]
There is also a Magyar ballad, in which a
jealous or offended lover makes his mistress
dance till her boots are full of blood, as Kjersti's
are in Norwegian A, B: 'Darvas Kis Clement,'
Aigner, p. 110.
One or two correspondences with the Scandinavian-German
ballad will require to be
noted under 'Lady Maisry,' which immediately
follows.
A is translated by Knortz, Schottische Balladen,
No 7; F by Gerhard, p. 97; a combination
of A, C and others by Grundtvig, No
39.
A
Sharpe's Ballad Book, p. 1, as sung by an old woman in
Perthshire.
1
'Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
Ye maun gang to him soon;
Ye maun gang to your father, Janet,
In case that his days are dune.'
2
Janet's awa to her father,
As fast as she could hie:
'O what's your will wi me, father?
O what's your will wi me?'
3
'My will wi you, Fair Janet,' he said,
'It is both bed and board;
Some say that ye loe Sweet Willie,
But ye maun wed a French lord.'
4
'A French lord maun I wed, father?
A French lord maun I wed?
Then, by my sooth,' quo Fair Janet,
'He's neer enter my bed.'
5
Janet's awa to her chamber,
As fast as she could go;
Wha's the first ane that tapped there,
But Sweet Willie her jo?
6
'O we maun part this love, Willie,
That has been lang between;
There's a French lord coming oer the sea,
To wed me wi a ring;
There's a French lord coming oer the sea,
To wed and tak me hame.'
7
'If we maun part this love, Janet,
It causeth mickle woe;
If we maun part this love, Janet,
It makes me into mourning go.'
8
'But ye maun gang to your three sisters.
Meg, Marion, and Jean;
Tell them to come to Fair Janet,
In case that her days are dune.'
9
Willie's awa to his three sisters,
Meg, Marion, and Jean:
'O haste, and gang to Fair Janet,
I fear that her days are dune.'
10
Some drew to them their silken hose,
Some drew to them their shoon,
Some drew to them their silk manteils,
Their coverings to put on,
And they're awa to Fair Janet,
By the hie light o the moon.
* * * * *
11
'O I have born this babe, Willie,
Wi mickle toil and pain;
Take hame, take hame, your babe, Willie,
For nurse I dare be nane.'
12
He's tane his young son in his arms,
And kisst him cheek and chin,
And he's awa to his mother's bower,
By the hie light o the moon.
13
'O open, open, mother,' he says,
'O open, and let me in;
The rain rains on my yellow hair,
And the dew drops oer my chin,
And I hae my young son in my arms,
I fear that his days are dune.'
14
With her fingers lang and sma
She lifted up the pin,
And with her arms lang and sma
Received the baby in.
15
'Gae back, gae back now, Sweet Willie,
And comfort your fair lady;
For where ye had but ae nourice,
Your young son shall hae three.'
16
Willie he was scarce awa,
And the lady put to bed,
Whan in and came her father dear:
'Make haste, and busk the bride.'
17
'There's a sair pain in my head, father,
There's a sair pain in my side;
And ill, O ill, am I, father,
This day for to be a bride.'
18
'O ye maun busk this bonny bride,
And put a gay mantle on;
For she shall wed this auld French lord,
Gin she should die the morn.'
19
Some put on the gay green robes,
And some put on the brown;
But Janet put on the scarlet robes,
To shine foremost throw the town.
20
And some they mounted the black steed,
And some mounted the brown;
But Janet mounted the milk-white steed,
To ride foremost throw the town.
21
'O wha will guide your horse, Janet?
O wha will guide him best?'
'O wha but Willie, my true-love?
He kens I loe him best.'
22
And when they cam to Marie's kirk,
To tye the haly ban,
Fair Janet's cheek looked pale and wan,
And her colour gaed an cam.
23
When dinner it was past and done,
And dancing to begin,
'O we'll go take the bride's maidens.
And we'll go fill the ring.'
24
O ben than cam the auld French lord.
Saying, Bride, will ye dance with me?
'Awa, awa, ye auld French lord,
Your face I downa see.'
25
O ben than cam now Sweet Willie,
He cam with ane advance:
'O I'll go tak the bride's maidens,
And we'll go tak a dance.'
26
'I've seen ither days wi you, Willie,
And so has mony mae,
Ye would hae danced wi me mysel,
Let a' my maidens gae.'
27
O ben than cam now Sweet Willie,
Saying, Bride, will ye dance wi me?
'Aye, by my sooth, and that I will,
Gin my back should break in three.'
28
She had nae turned her throw the dance,
Throw the dance but thrice,
Whan she fell doun at Willie's feet,
And up did never rise.
29
Willie's taen the key of his coffer,
And gien it to his man:
'Gae hame, and tell my mother dear
My horse he has me slain;
Bid her be kind to my young son,
For father he has nane.'
30
The tane was buried in Marie's kirk,
And the tither in Marie's quire;
Out of the tane there grew a birk,
And the tither a bonny brier.
B
Motherwell's MS., p. 357, from the recitation of Agnes
Lyle, Kilbarchan.
1
'If you do love me weel, Willie,
Ye'll shew to me truelie;
Ye'll build to me a bonnie ship,
And set her on the sea.'
2
He did love her very weel,
He shewed to her trulie;
He builded her a bonnie ship,
And set her on the sea.
3
They had not sailed one league, one league,
One league but only three,
Till sharp, sharp showers fair Janet took,
She grew sick and like to die.
4
'If you do love me weel, Willie,
Ye'll shew to me trulye;
Ye'll tak me to my mother's bower,
Whare I was wont to be.'
5
He did love her very weel,
He shewed to her trulye;
He took her to her mother's bower,
Whare she was wont to be.
6
'It's ye'll stand up at my richt side,
You will on tiptaes stand,
Until you hear your auld son weep,
But an your Janet mourn.
7
'Come take your auld son in your arms,
He is both large and lang;
Come take your auld son in your arms,
And for a nourice gang.'
8
He is to his mother's bowers,
An hour or it struck nine:
'I have a babe into my arms,
He'll die for nouricing.'
9
'Goe home, go home, my son,' she says,
'And mak thy Jenny blythe;
If ae nurse winna sere her son,
It's I'll provide him five.'
10
Fair Janet was nae weel lichter,
Nor weel doun on her side,
Till ben and cam her father dear,
Saying, Wha will busk our bride?
11
Ben and cam her brethren dear,
Saying, Wha will busk our bride?
And wha will saddle our bride's horse?
Whom ahint will she ride?
12
'Hold your tongue, my brethren dear,
And let your folly be,
For I'm sae fair and full of hair
Sma busking will serve me.
13
'Hold your tongue, my brethren dear,
And let your folly be,
For I will ride behint William,
He will best wait on me.
14
'Willie, lay the saddle saft,
And lead the bridle soun,
And when we come to Mary's Kirk,
Ye'll set me hooly down.'
15
Supper scarslie was owre,
Nor musick weel fa'n to,
Till ben and cam the bride's brethren,
Saying, Bride, ye'll dance wi me:
'Awa, awa, my brethren dear,
For dancing's no for me.'
16
Ben and came her ain bridegroom,
Saying, Bride, ye'll dance wi me;
She says, Awa, awa, ye southland dog,
Your face I downa see.
17
Ben and cam then Sweet Willie,
Saying, Bride, ye'll dance wi me:
'Oh I will dance the floor once owre,
Tho my heart should break in three.'
18
'Oh no, oh no,' said Sweet William,
'Let no such things eer be;
But I will cut my glove in two,
And I'll dance for thee and me.'
19
She hadna danced the floor once owre,
I'm sure she hadna thrice,
Till she fell in a deadly swound,
And from it neer did rise.
20
Out and spak her ain bridegroom,
And an angry man was he:
'This day she has gien me the geeks,
Yet she must bear the scorn;
There's not a bell in merry Linkum
Shall ring for her the morn.'
21
Out and spoke then Sweet William,
And a sorry man was he:
'Altho she has gien you the gecks,
She will not bear the scorn;
There's not a bell in merry Linkum
But shall ring for her the morn.'
22
There was not a bell in merry Linkum
But they tinkled and they rang,
And a' the birds that flew above,
They changed their notes and sang.
C
Herd's Scots Songs, 1769, p. 303: I, 162, ed. 1776.
1
Livd ance twa luvers in yon dale,
And they luvd ither weel;
Frae evning late to morning aire
Of luving luvd their fill.
2
'Now, Willie, gif you luve me weel,
As sae it seems to me,
Gar build, gar build a bonny schip,
Gar build it speedilie.
3
'And we will sail the sea sae green,
Unto some far countrie,
Or we'll sail to some bonie isle,
Stands lanely midst the sea.'
4
But lang or ere the schip was built,
Or deckd, or rigged out,
Came sick a pain in Annet's back
That down she coud na lout.
5
'Now, Willie, gif ye luve me weel,
As sae it seems to me,
O haste, haste, bring me to my bowr,
And my bowr-maidens three.'
6
He's taen her in his arms twa,
And kissd her, cheik and chin;
He's brocht her to her ain sweet bowr,
But nae bowr-maid was in.
7
'Now leave my bower, Willie,' she said,
'Now leave me to my lane;
Was nevir man in a lady's bower
When she was travelling.'
8
He's stepped three steps down the stair,
Upon the marble stane;
Sae loud's he heard his young son's greet,
But and his lady's mane!
9
'Now come, now come, Willie,' she said,
'Tak your young son frae me,
And hie him to your mother's bower,
With speed and privacie.'
10
He's taen his young son in his arms,
He's kissd him, cheik and chin;
He's hied him to his mother's bower,
By th' ae light of the moon.
11
And with him came the bold barone,
And he spake up wi pride:
'Gar seek, gar seek the bower-maidens,
Gar busk, gar busk the bryde.'
12
'My maidens, easy with my back,
And easy with my side;
O set my saddle saft, Willie,
I am a tender bryde.'
13
When she came to the burrow-town,
They gied her a broch and ring,
And when she came to...,
They had a fair wedding.
14
O up then spake the norland lord,
And blinkit wi his ee:
'I trow this lady's born a bairn,'
Then laucht loud lauchters three.
15
And up then spake the brisk bridegroom,
And he spake up wi pryde:
'Gin I should pawn my wedding-gloves,
I will dance wi the bryde.'
16
'Now had your tongue, my lord,' she said,
'Wi dancing let me be;
I am sae thin in flesh and blude,
Sma dancing will serve me.'
17
But she's taen Willie be the hand,
The tear blinded her ee:
'But I wad dance wi my true-luve,
But bursts my heart in three.'
18
She's taen her bracelet frae her arm,
Her garter frae her knee:
'Gie that, gie that to my young son,
He'll neer his mother see.'
* * * * *
19
'Gar deal, gar deal the bread, mother,
Gar deal, gar deal the wyne;
This day hath seen my true-love's death,
This nicht shall witness myne.'
D
Motherwell's MS., p. 271, "from Margery Johnston, who
had it of her grand-aunt, a very old woman."
* * * * *
1
'It never was my mother's fashion,
As little will 't be mine,
For to hae gay lords within my room
When ladies are travailing.'
2
Lord William was scarsely down the stair,
A step but only ane,
Till he heard his auld son gie a cry,
And his lady a heavy maen.
3
'Turn back, turn back, Lord William,' she says,
'Take thy auld son in thy coat-neuk,
And see and reach thy mother's bowers
Twa hours before day comes.'
4
He's awa wi his auld son in his coat-neuk,
As fast as he can run,
And there he's reached his mother's bowers,
Twa hours before day came.
5
'O rise, O rise, my mother dear,
O rise and let me in,
For I've my auld son in my coat-neuk,
And he shivers at the chin.'
6
'Ye're welcome hame to me, Lord William,
And so is thy auld son;
It's where ye had but ae nourice,
Thy auld son he'll hae four.'
7
His lady was scarsely in her bed,
Nor well faln owre asleep,
When four and twenty knights and lords
Came for the bride at last.
8
They dressed her up, they dressed her down,
They dressed her wondrous fine,
And just before her ain bedside
She lost her colour clean.
9
'Be hooly wi my head, maidens,
Be hooly wi my hair,
For it was washen late last night,
And now it's very sair.'
10
Out then spoke a southern lord,
And oh but he spak bauld:
'She is the likest that bore a child
That eer my eyes did see.'
11
Up then spak her auld, auld father,
And oh he spoke in time:
'She neer bore a child since her birth
Except it was yestreen.'
12
Out then spoke a northern lord:
'It's bride, will ye dance wi me?'
'Oh no, oh no, you northland lord,
It's dancing's no for me.'
13
Out then spoke a southland lord:
'It's bride, will ye dance wi me?'
'Oh no, oh no, you southland lord,
I would as lief chuse to die.'
14
Out then spoke her ain bridegroom:
'O bride, will ye dance wi me?'
'Oh no, oh no, my ain bridegroom,
It's dancing's no for me.'
15
Out then spoke her ain Willy,
And oh he spoke fu fine:
'O bride, O bride, will ye dance wi me,'
. . . . . . .
16
'Oh yes, oh yes, Willie,' she said,
'It's I will dance with thee;
Oh yes, I'll dance, dear Willie,' she said,
'Tho my back it gaes in three.'
17
She leaned her head on Willie's breast,
And her back unto the wa:
'O there's the key of my coffer,
And pay weel the nouriss fee,
And aye when ye look on your auld son,
Ye may aye think on me.'
E
Kinloch MSS, V, 283, II, 41, from Mary Barr, Clydesdale.
1
Willie and Fair Janet
Sat a' day on yon hill;
And Janet she took sair pains,
And O but she grew ill.
2
'Fetch a woman to me, Willie,
O fetch a woman to me,
For without the help of woman, Willie,
Surely I will dee.'
3
'O tie a napkin on my face,
That naething I may see,
And what can a woman do, Janet,
But I will do for thee?'
* * * * *
4
She was na scarcely brought to bed,
Nor yet laid on her side,
Till in and cam her father there,
Crying, Fy, gae busk the bride.
5
'A wearyed bride am I, father,
A wearyed bride am I;
Must I gae wed that southlan lord,
And let Sweet Willie abe?'
* * * * *
6
'Now chuse, now chuse now, Fair Janet,
What shall your cleeding be;
Now chuse, now chuse now, Fair Janet,
And I will gie it to thee.
7
'Whether will you hae it of the berry brown,
Or of the holland green;
Or will you hae it of the crimson red,
Most lovely to be seen?'
8
'I will not hae't of the berry brown,
Nor yet o the holly green;
But I will hae't of the crimson red,
Most lovely to be seen.'
9
'Now chuse, now chuse now, Fair Janet,
What man you'll ride behind:'
'O wha sae fitting as Sweet Willie?
He'll fit my saddle fine.'
10
O they rode on, and they rode on,
Till they cam to Merrytown green;
But Sweet Willie and Fair Janet
Cam aye hoolie ahin.
11
O whan they cam to Merrytown,
And lighted on the green,
Monie a bluidy aith was sworn
That our bride was wi bairn.
12
Out and spake the bonny bride,
And she swore by her fingers ten:
'If eer I was wi bairn in my life,
I was lighter sin yestreen.'
13
Up and raise he the bridegroom,
Says, Bride, will ye dance wi me?
'Dance on, dance on, bridegroom,' she says,
'For I'll dance nane wi thee.'
14
Up and raise her father then,
Says, Bride, will ye dance wi me?
'Dance on, my father,' she replied,
'I pray thee let me be.'
15
Then up and raise he Sweet Willie,
And he had meikle pride:
'I'll lay my gloves in the bride's han,
And I'll dance for the bride.'
16
'O no, O no, O Sweet Willie,
O no, that shall na be;
For I will dance wi thee, Willie,
Tho my back should fa in three.'
17
She had na run a reel, a reel,
A reel but barely three,
Till pale and wan grew Fair Janet,
And her head took Willie's knee.
18
Out and spake then the bridegroom,
And he spake wi great scorn:
'There's not a bell in Merrytown kirk
Shall ring for her the morn.'
19
Out and spak he Sweet Willie,
And his heart was almost gane:
''Tis a the bells in Merrytown kirk
Shall ring for her the morn.'
20
Willie was buried in Mary's kirk,
etc., etc., etc.
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