a. Bell's Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry
of England, p. 127, a stall copy. b. Edward Hawkins,
in Notes and Queries, Second Series, I, 418. c. Notes and
Queries, Second Series, I, 354, as heard sung forty years
before 1856, "Uneda," Philadelphia.
1
Lady Alice was sitting in her bower-window,
Mending her midnight quoif,
And there she saw as fine a corpse
As ever she saw in her life.
2
'What bear ye, what bear ye, ye six men tall?
What bear ye on your shoulders?'
'We bear the corpse of Giles Collins,
An old and true lover of yours.'
3
'O lay him down gently, ye six men tall,
All on the grass so green,
And tomorrow, when the sun goes down,
Lady Alice a corpse shall be seen.
4
'And bury me in Saint Mary's church,
All for my love so true,
And make me a garland of marjoram,
And of lemon-thyme, and rue.'
5
Giles Collins was buried all in the east,
Lady Alice all in the west,
And the roses that grew on Giles Collins's grave,
They reached Lady Alice's breast.
6
The priest of the parish he chanced to pass,
And he severed those roses in twain;
Sure never were seen such true lovers before,
Nor eer will there be again.
B
Gammer Gurton's Garland, p. 38, ed. 1810.
1
Giles Collins he said to his old mother,
Mother, come bind up my head,
And send to the parson of our parish,
For tomorrow I shall be dead. dead,
For tomorrow I shall be dead.
2
His mother she made him some water-gruel,
And stirrd it round with a spoon;
Giles Collins he ate up his water-gruel,
And died before 't was noon.
3
Lady Anna was sitting at her window,
Mending her night-robe and coif;
She saw the very prettiest corpse
She'd seen in all her life.
4
'What bear ye there, ye six strong men,
Upon your shoulders so high?'
'We bear the body of Giles Collins,
Who for love of you did die.'
5
'Set him down, set him down,' Lady Anna she cry'd,
'On the grass that grows so green;
Tomorrow, before the clock strikes ten,
My body shall lye by hisn.'
6
Lady Anna was buried in the east,
Giles Collins was buried in the west;
There grew a lilly from Giles Collins
That touchd Lady Anna's breast.
7
There blew a cold north-easterly wind,
And cut this lilly in twain,
Which never there was seen before,
And it never will again.
A. a.
12. At midnight mending her quoif.
b.
12. Mending her midnight coif.
33. before the sun.
4. wanting.
53. grow, misprinted.
61. pass by.
62. And severd these.
64. ever there will.
c.
11. at her.
12. A mending her midnight coif.
13. the finest corpse.
14. That ever.
22. Upon your shoulders strong.
23. Sir Giles.
3, 4. wanting.
51. Lady Alice was.
52. Giles Collins all.
53. A lily grew out of.
54. And touched.
6. wanting.
86
YOUNG BENJIE
A. 'Young Benjie,' Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border,
III, 251, ed. 1803; III, 10, ed. 1833.
B. 'Bondsey and Maisry,' Buchan's Ballads of the
North of Scotland, II, 265.
'Verkel Vejemandsøn,' Grundtvig, IV,
151, No 198, invites a comparison with 'Young
Benjie,' although the ballads, in the form in
which they are now extant, are widely divergent.
Verkel Vejemandsøn, seeing maid
Gundelild shining in her virgin crown, makes
a fiendish vow to rob her of it. He rides up
to her house and asks where her father and
mother are. They are away from home. He
carries her off on his horse into the thickest of
a wood, and bids her hold the beast while he
makes a bed of leaves. He loses her in the
thicket, and cannot find her, though he looks
for her a day and two days. She goes to the
strand and throws herself into the sea, saying,
It was a very different bride-bed that my
mother meant me to have. She is drawn out
in a fisherman's net. Verkel swears that he
has not seen her for eight years, but he is
convicted of his crime, on evidence not given,
and "clothes three stakes;" that is, he is
hanged, and parts of his body are exposed on
the wheels which crown the three posts of a
gallows.
Sir Walter Scott's observations on the passage
in which the drowned maid reveals the
author of her death are too interesting to be
spared:
"In this ballad the reader will find traces
of a singular superstition, not yet altogether
discredited in the wilder parts of Scotland.
The lykewake, or watching a dead body, in
itself a melancholy office, is rendered, in the
idea of the assistants, more dismally awful by
the mysterious horrors of superstition. In the
interval betwixt death and interment, the disembodied
spirit is supposed to hover round its
mortal habitation, and, if invoked by certain
rites, retains the power of communicating,
through its organs, the cause of its dissolution.
Such inquiries, however, are always
dangerous, and never to be resorted to unless
the deceased is suspected to have suffered foul
play, as it is called. It is the more unsafe to
tamper with this charm in an unauthorized
manner, because the inhabitants of the infernal
regions are, at such periods, peculiarly
active. One of the most potent ceremonies in
the charm, for causing the dead body to speak,
is setting the door ajar, or half open. On this
account the peasants of Scotland sedulously
avoid leaving the door ajar while a corpse lies
in the house. The door must either be left
wide open or quite shut; but the first is always
preferred, on account of the exercise of
hospitality usual on such occasions. The attendants
must be likewise careful never to
leave the corpse for a moment alone, or, if it
is left alone, to avoid, with a degree of superstitious
horror, the first sight of it.
"The following story, which is frequently
related by the peasants of Scotland, will illustrate
the imaginary danger of leaving the door
ajar. In former times a man and his wife
lived in a solitary cottage on one of the extensive
Border fells. One day the husband died
suddenly, and his wife, who was equally afraid
of staying alone by the corpse, or leaving the
dead body by itself, repeatedly went to the
door, and looked anxiously over the lonely
moor for the sight of some person approaching.
In her confusion and alarm she accidentally
left the door ajar, when the corpse suddenly
started up and sat in the bed, frowning
and grinning at her frightfully. She sat alone,
crying bitterly, unable to avoid the fascination
of the dead man's eye, and too much terrified
to break the sullen silence, till a Catholic
priest, passing over the wild, entered the cottage.
He first set the door quite open, then
put his little finger in his mouth, and said the
paternoster backwards; when the horrid look
of the corpse relaxed, it fell back on the bed,
and behaved itself as a dead man ought to do.
"The ballad is given from tradition. I
have been informed by a lady of the highest
literary eminence [Miss Joanna Baillie], that
she has heard a ballad on the same subject, in
which the scene was laid upon the banks of
the Clyde. The chorus was,
O Bothwell banks bloom bonny,
and the watching of the dead corpse was said
to have taken place in Bothwell church."
A is translated by Schubart, p. 164; by Gerhard,
p. 88; by Knortz, Schottische Balladen,
No 31.
A
Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, III, 251, ed. 1803; III,
10, ed. 1833. From tradition.
1
Of a' the maids o fair Scotland
The fairest was Marjorie,
And Young Benjie was her ae true-love,
And a dear true-love was he.
2
And wow! but they were lovers dear,
And loved fu constantlie;
But ay the mair, when they fell out,
The sairer was their plea.
3
And they hae quarrelled on a day,
Till Marjorie's heart grew wae,
And she said she'd chuse another luve,
And let Young Benjie gae.
4
And he was stout, and proud-hearted,
And thought o't bitterlie,
And he's gaen by the wan moon-light
To meet his Marjorie.
5
'O open, open, my true-love,
O open, and let me in!'
'I dare na open, Young Benjie,
My three brothers are within.'
6
'Ye lied, ye lied, ye bonny burd,
Sae loud 's I hear ye lie;
As I came by the Lowden banks,
They bade gude een to me.
7
'But fare ye weel, my ae fause love,
That I hae loved sae lang!
It sets ye chuse another love,
And let Young Benjie gang.'
8
Then Marjorie turned her round about,
The tear blinding her ee:
'I darena, darena let thee in,
But I'll come down to thee.'
9
Then saft she smiled, and said to him,
O what ill hae I done?
He took her in his armis twa,
And threw her oer the linn.
10
The stream was strang, the maid was stout,
And laith, laith to be dang,
But ere she wan the Lowden banks
Her fair colour was wan.
11
Then up bespak her eldest brother,
'O see na ye what I see?'
And out then spak her second brother,
'It's our sister Marjorie!'
12
Out then spak her eldest brother,
'O how shall we her ken?'
And out then spak her youngest brother,
'There's a honey-mark on her chin.'
13
Then they've taen up the comely corpse,
And laid it on the grund:
'O wha has killed our ae sister,
And how can he be found?
14
'The night it is her low lykewake,
The morn her burial day,
And we maun watch at mirk midnight,
And hear what she will say.'
15
Wi doors ajar, and candle-light,
And torches burning clear,
The streikit corpse, till still midnight,
They waked, but naething hear.
16
About the middle o the night
The cocks began to craw,
And at the dead hour o the night
The corpse began to thraw.
17
'O wha has done the wrang, sister,
Or dared the deadly sin?
Wha was sae stout, and feared nae dout,
As thraw ye oer the linn?'
18
'Young Benjie was the first ae man
I laid my love upon;
He was sae stout and proud-hearted,
He threw me oer the linn.'
19
'Sall we Young Benjie head, sister?
Sall we Young Benjie hang?
Or sall we pike out his twa gray een,
And punish him ere he gang?'
20
'Ye mauna Benjie head, brothers,
Ye mauna Benjie hang,
But ye maun pike out his twa gray een,
And punish him ere he gang.
21
'Tie a green gravat round his neck,
And lead him out and in,
And the best ae servant about your house
To wait Young Benjie on.
22
'And ay, at every seven year's end,
Ye'll tak him to the linn;
For that's the penance he maun drie,
To scug his deadly sin.'
B
Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 265.
1
'O come along wi me, brother,
Now come along wi me;
And we'll gae seek our sister Maisry,
Into the water o Dee.'
2
The eldest brother he stepped in,
He stepped to the knee;
Then out he jumpd upo the bank,
Says, This water's nae for me.
3
The second brother he stepped in,
He stepped to the quit;
Then out he jumpd upo the bank,
Says, This water's wondrous deep.
4
When the third brother stepped in,
He stepped to the chin;
Out he got, and forward wade,
For fear o drowning him.
5
The youngest brother he stepped in,
Took's sister by the hand;
Said, Here she is, my sister Maisry,
Wi the hinny-draps on her chin.
6
'O if I were in some bonny ship,
And in some strange countrie,
For to find out some conjurer,
To gar Maisry speak to me!'
7
Then out it speaks an auld woman,
As she was passing by:
'Ask of your sister what you want,
And she will speak to thee.'
8
'O sister, tell me who is the man
That did your body win?
And who is the wretch, tell me, likewise,
That threw you in the lin?'
9
'O Bondsey was the only man
That did my body win;
And likewise Bondsey was the man
That threw me in the lin.'
10
'O will we Bondsey head, sister?
Or will we Bondsey hang?
Or will we set him at our bow-end,
Lat arrows at him gang?'
11
'Ye winna Bondsey head, brothers,
Nor will ye Bondsey hang;
But ye'll take out his twa grey een,
Make Bondsey blind to gang.
12
'Ye'll put to the gate a chain o gold,
A rose garland gar make,
And ye'll put that in Bondsey's head,
A' for your sister's sake.'
87
PRINCE ROBERT
A. 'Prince Robert,' Scott's Minstrelsy, II, 124, ed.
1802; III, 269, ed. 1833.
B. 'Earl Robert,' Motherwell's MS., p. 149; Motherwell's
Minstrelsy, p. 200.
C. 'Lord Robert and Mary Florence,' Motherwell's
MS., p. 321.
D. 'Prince Robert,' Harris MS., fol. 29.
Prince Robert's mother poisons him because
he has married against her will. He
sends for his bride to come, but she is in time
only for the funeral. The mother will give
her nothing of her son's, not even the ring on
his finger, all that she asks for. The bride's
heart breaks before the mother's face.
There are other ballad-stories of a mother's
poisoning because of displeasure at a son's
match, but I know of none which demands
comparison with this very slender tale.
A is translated by Schubart, p. 122; by
Doenniges, p. 57; A and B combined by Rosa
Warrens, Schottische Volkslieder, No 36.
A
Scott's Minstrelsy, II, 124, ed. 1802; III, 269, ed. 1833:
from the recitation of Miss Christian Rutherford.
1
Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye,
He has wedded her with a ring;
Prince Robert has wedded a gay ladye,
But he daur na bring her hame.
2
'Your blessing, your blessing, my mother dear,
Your blessing now grant to me!'
'Instead of a blessing ye sall have my curse,
And you'll get nae blessing frae me.'
3
She has called upon her waiting-maid,
To fill a glass of wine;
She has called upon her fause steward,
To put rank poison in.
4
She has put it to her roudes lip,
And to her roudes chin;
She has put it to her fause, fause mouth,
But the never a drop gaed in.
5
He has put it to his bonny mouth,
And to his bonny chin,
He's put it to his cherry lip,
And sae fast the rank poison ran in.
6
'O ye hae poisoned your ae son, mother,
Your ae son and your heir;
O ye hae poisoned your ae son, mother,
And sons you'll never hae mair.
7
'O where will I get a little boy,
That will win hose and shoon,
To rin sae fast to Darlinton,
And bid Fair Eleanor come?'
8
Then up and spake a little boy,
That wad win hose and shoon,
'O I'll away to Darlinton,
And bid Fair Eleanor come.'
9
O he has run to Darlinton,
And tirled at the pin;
And wha was sae ready as Eleanor's sell
To let the bonny boy in?
10
'Your gude-mother has made ye a rare dinour,
She's made it baith gude and fine;
Your gude-mother has made ye a gay dinour,
And ye maun cum till her and dine.'
11
It's twenty lang miles to Sillertoun town,
The langest that ever were gane;
But the steed it was wight, and the ladye was light,
And she cam linkin in.
12
But when she came to Sillertoun town,
And into Sillertoun ha,
The torches were burning, the ladies were mourning,
And they were weeping a'.
13
'O where is now my wedded lord,
And where now can he be?
O where is now my wedded lord?
For him I canna see.'
14
'Your wedded lord is dead,' she says,
'And just gane to be laid in the clay;
Your wedded lord is dead,' she says,
'And just gane to be buried the day.
15
'Ye'se get nane o his gowd, ye 'se get nane o his gear,
Ye'se get nae thing frae me;
Ye'se na get an inch o his gude broad land,
Tho your heart suld burst in three.'
16
'I want nane o his gowd, I want nane o his gear,
I want nae land frae thee;
But I'll hae the ring that's on his finger,
For them he did promise to me.'
17
'Ye'se na get the ring that's on his finger,
Ye'se na get them frae me;
Ye'se na get the ring that's on his finger,
An your heart suld burst in three.'
18
She's turn'd her back unto the wa,
And her face unto a rock,
And there, before the mother's face,
Her very heart it broke.
19
The tane was buried in Marie's kirk,
The tother in Marie's quair,
And out o the tane there sprang a birk,
And out o the tother a brier.
20
And thae twa met, and thae twa plat,
The birk but and the brier,
And by that ye may very weel ken
They were twa lovers dear.
B
Motherwell's MS. p. 149; Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 200;
from the recitation of Mrs Thomson, Kilbarchan, a native of
Bonhill, Dumbartonshire, aged betwixt sixty and seventy.
1
It's fifty miles to Sittingen's Rocks,
As eer was ridden or gane;
And Earl Robert has wedded a wife,
But he dare na bring her hame.
And Earl Robert has wedded a wife,
But he dare na bring her hame.
2
His mother, she called to her waiting-maid,
To bring her a pint o wine:
'For I dinna weel ken what hour of the day
That my son Earl Robert shall dine.'
3
She's put it to her fause, fause cheek,
But an her fause, fause chin;
She's put it to her fause, fause lips,
But never a drap went in.
4
But he's put it to his bonny cheek,
Aye and his bonny chin;
He's put it to his red rosy lips,
And the poison went merrily doun.
5
'O where will I get a bonny boy,
That will win hose and shoon,
That will gang quickly to Sittingen's Rocks,
And bid my lady come?'
6
It's out then speaks a bonny boy,
To Earl Robert was something akin:
'Many a time have I ran thy errand,
But this day wi the tears I'll rin.'
7
Bat when he came to Sittingin's Rocks,
To the middle of a' the ha,
There were bells a ringing, and music playing,
And ladies dancing a'.
8
'What news, what news, my bonny boy?
What news have ye to me?
Is Earl Robert in very good health,
And the ladies of your countrie?'
9
'O Earl Robert's in very good health,
And as weel as a man can be;
But his mother this night has a drink to be druken,
And at it you must be.'
10
She called to her waiting-maid,
To bring her a riding-weed,
And she called to her stable-groom,
To saddle her milk-white steed.
11
But when she came to Earl Robert's bouir,
To the middle of a' the ha,
There were bells a ringing, and sheets doun hinging,
And ladies mourning a'.
12
'I've come for none of his gold,' she said,
'Nor none of his white monie,
Excepting a ring of his smallest finger,
If that you will grant me.'
13
'Thou'll not get none of his gold,' she said,
'Nor none of his white monie;
Thou'll not get a ring of his smallest finger,
Tho thy heart should break in three.'
14
She set her foot unto a stane,
Her back unto a tree;
She set her foot unto a stane,
And her heart did break in three.
15
The one was buried in Mary's kirk,
The other in Mary's quire;
Out of the one there grew a birk,
From the other a bonnie brier.
16
And these twa grew, and these twa threw,
Till their twa craps drew near;
So all the warld may plainly see
That they loved each other dear.
C
Motherwell's MS., p. 321, from Agnes Laird, Kilbarchan,
June 21, 1825.
1
Lord Robert and Mary Florence,
They were twa children young;
They were scarse seven years of age
Till love began to spring.
2
Lord Robert loved Mary Florence,
And she lovd him above power;
But he durst not for his cruel mother
Bring her unto his bower.
3
It was nineteen miles to Strawberry Castle,
As good as ever was rode or gane,
But the lord being light, and the steed being swift,
Lord Robert was hame gin noon.
4
'A blessing, a blessing, dear mother,' he cries,
'A blessing I do crave!'
'A blessing, a blessing, my son Lord Robert,
And a blessing thou shalt have.'
5
She called on her chamber-maid
To fill up a glass of wine,
And so clever was her cursed fingers
To put the rank poison in.
6
'O wae be to you, mother dear,' he cries,
'For working such a wae;
For poisoning of your son Lord Robert,
And children you have nae mae.
7
'O where will I get a pretty little boy
That'll rin him my errands sune?
That will rin unto Strawberry Castle,
And tell Mary Florence to cum?'
8
'Here am I, a pretty little boy,
Your eldest sister's son,
That will rin unto Strawberry Castle,
And tell Mary Florence to come.'
9
When he came unto Strawberry Castle
He tirled at the pin,
And so ready was Mary Florence hersell
To open and let him in.
10
'What news, what news, my pretty little boy?
What news hast thou brocht here?'
With sichin and sabbin and wringing his hands,
No message he could refer.
11
'The news that I have gotten,' he says,
'I cannot weel declair;
But my grandmother has prepard a feast,
And fain she would hae thee thair.'
12
She called on her stable-groom
To dress her swiftest steed;
For she knew very weel by this pretty little boy
That Lord Robert was dead.
13
And when she came to Knotingale Castle
She tirled at the pin,
And so ready was Lord Robert's mother
To open and let her in.
14
'What news, what news, Mary Florence?' she says,
'What news has thou to me?'
'I came to see your son Lord Robert,
And fain would I him see.
15
'I came not for his gude red gold,
Nor for his white monie,
But for the ring on his wee finger,
And fain would I it see.'
16
'That ring thou cannot see, Mary Florence,
That ring thou'll never see;
For death was so strong in Lord Robert's breast
That the gold ring burst in three.'
17
She has set her foot unto a stone,
Her back unto a tree;
Before she left Knotingale Castle
Her heart it brak in three.
D
Harris MS., fol. 29, from the recitation of Mrs Molison.
1
Prince Robert he has wedded a wife,
An he daurna bring her hame;
The queen ...
His mither was much to blame.
* * * * *
2
'It is the fashion in oor countrie, mither,
I dinna ken what it is here,
To like your wife better than your mither,
That... bought you sae dear.'
3
She called upon her best marie,
An tippet her wi a ring,
To bring to her the rank poison,
To gie Prince Robert a dram.
4
She put it to her cheek, her cheek,
She put it to her chin;
She put it to her fause, fause lips,
But neer a drap gaed in.
5
She put it to his cheek, his cheek,
She put it to his chin;
She put it to his rosy lips,
An the rank poison gaed in.
6
'Whare will I get a bonnie boy,
Wha will win meat an fee,
Wha will rin on to... bower,
Bring my gude ladie to me?'
7
'Here am I, a bonnie boy,
Willin to win meat an fee,
Wha will rin on to... bower,
An bring your gude ladie.'
8
'Whan you come to broken brig,
Tak aff your coat an swim;
An whan you come to grass growin,
Tak aff your shoon an rin.'
9
An whan he cam to broken brig,
He coost his coat an swam,
An whan he cam to grass growin,
Set doon his feet an ran.
10
An whan he cam to the ladie's bower,
He fand her a' her lane,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
* * * * *
11
An syne she kissed his wan, wan lips,
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
A.
131, 133. Oh.
163, 171, 173. ring, ed. 1802; rings, ed. 1833.
B.
22. Changed in the MS. to O bring me.
72, 112. a' added later.
92. a added later.
153. grew an; the next word looks like buk, but
is erased, and birk substituted. Motherwell
printed bush.
88
YOUNG JOHNSTONE
A. 'The Cruel Knight,' Herd, The Ancient and Modern
Scots Songs, 1769, p. 305; I, 165, ed. 1776.
B. a. 'Young Johnstone,' Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p.
193. b. 'The Young Johnstone,' Finlay's Scottish
Historical and Romantic Ballads, II, 71.
C. 'Sweet William and the Young Colonel,' Motherwell's
MS., p. 310.
D. 'Johnston Hey and Young Caldwell,' Motherwell's
MS., p. 639.
E. 'Lord John's Murder,' Buchan's Ballads of the North
of Scotland, II, 20.
F. 'Young Johnston,' Motherwell's Minstrelsy, Appendix,
p. xx, XVIII, one stanza.
Pinkerton inserted Herd's 'Cruel Knight,'
A, in his Select Scotish Ballads, I, 69, with
alterations and omissions. Motherwell enters
in his Note-Book, p. 6, that he had received
from Mrs Gentles, Paisley, 'The Young Johnstone,'
"different in some measure from the
copy in Finlay's Ballads." Of the version
printed in his Minstrelsy (B a), undoubtedly
that which was derived from Mrs Gentles,
he says, "for a few verbal emendations recourse
has been had to Mr Finlay's copy
(B b)." These versions should therefore not
have differed considerably, Finlay suppressed
"Young Johnstone's reason for being sae late
a coming in," "as well as a concluding stanza
of inferior merit;" in this rejection he was
not followed by Motherwell. Christie, I, 156,
gives E "with some alterations from the way
it was sung" by an old woman; petty variations,
such as one must think could not have
impressed themselves upon a memory unapt
to retain things of more importance.
'Young Johnstone' in Chambers's Twelve
Romantic Scottish Ballads, p. 19, is made up
mostly from B a, B b, E, like the copy in the
same editor's Scottish Ballads, p. 293, but
handles tradition very freely.
E seems to be A altered, or imperfectly remembered,
with the addition of a few stanzas.
Motherwell remarks of his version, what is
true of all the others but E, that the ballad
throws no light on Young Johnstone's motive
for stabbing his lady. An explanation was afforded
by the reciter: "The barbarous act was
committed unwittingly, through Young Johnstone's
suddenly waking from sleep, and, in
that moment of confusion and alarm, unhappily
mistaking his mistress for one of his pursuers."
And this is the turn which is given
to the act in E 13: