The copy of the garland here used is much more correct than the other two, but still not carefully printed. The garland gives the ballad in eight stanzas of eight verses.

11. so were sisters.

62. bower: perhaps we should read towers.

82. weight, which makes sense, but, taking rhyme into account, the change seems requisite: cf. 302.

152. came: come in the other copies.

162. swim.

191. of aik?

192. weary lake-wake? if so, also 132.

271. his eyes.

282. downfal.

301. finger.

302. weight.

311. of: veine.

B. a.

Stanzas 5-7 should come after 26, but the changes which have been traditionally made in 7, to adapt the passage to its actual position, render the restoration of the right order impracticable. 71 is not comforting.

22. An lords?

33. brooch is.

124. now to bird: cf. 194.

132. bent: so the other copy.

134. Ye.

142. clap nor cae': cf. 162.

151. come.

162. war (?).

171. al.

193. to my.

202. coped: caped?

21. After this these lines are struck out:

Nor yet do (to?) a well-ford made
Her errant for to set (let?).

221. Ga.

234. stack (?).

292. throught.

304. luve, in my copy.

The spelling is in several places doubtful.

b appears to be a transcript of a: the spelling is somewhat regulated.

33. broatch is.

62. in twa.

82. wun.

83. will rin.

83, 103. Little Snod Down.

93. of him.

124. bird her lane.

163. into.

183. broch is.

202. caped it.

211, 2. Gae wash.

221, 2, 3. Go, Go, Gae.

234. slack.

254. lear wanting.

263. scobs wanting.

304. live: rather.

C.

104. here: e added in different ink.

D.

14. maiden.

71. ringin.

91. that wd.

103. I hear.

E.

62. the win' originally: i seems to have been changed to u.

F. a.

131. But her.

b.

24. the lord.

32. my true love eer shall be.

34. And he winna come here to me.

51. It's he.

63. And neer a leech in a'.

72. That will win meat.

74. And bring your.

8. O out then spake the little foot-page,
And knelt on bended knee:
O here, etc.

82. will win both.

111. Lord Darlington.

123. side.

131. He that marries a daughter o mine.

132. I wot.

133. Candemas tide.

134. at Yule.

143. When I come to the salt water.

FOOTNOTES:

[145] The stanza which should convey this part of the message is wanting, but may be confidently supplied from the errand-boy's repetition.

[146] The three steeds in B 23-25, the tiring out of the black and of the brown, and the endurance of the white, are found in 'Lady Maisry,' No 65, B, C, E, F, and this passage perhaps belongs to that ballad. It may, however, have been a commonplace. There is something similar in Bugge, p. 130, No 26 B, 6-8, and Landstad, p. 512, No 57, 24-27. For the milk-white geese, E 7, see No 66, C 22, No 73, A, note.

[147] Uhland, Schriften zur Geschichte der Dichtung und Sage, IV, 107, cites the chair of stone in English A 12, 18, as bringing to mind Bothe, st. 14, Wunderhorn, st. 12, where the mother sits down auf einen breiten Stein, an ein harten Stein, and breaks her heart. The chair of stone in the English ballad, like the chair of oak, is a customary seat of the mother's, and she is very far from breaking her heart. Nothing can be built on such accidents.


92
BONNY BEE HOM

A. 'Bonny Bee Ho'm,' Alexander Fraser Tytler's Brown MS., No 6; Jamieson's Popular Ballads, I, 185.

B. 'The Enchanted Ring,' Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 169.

A was given from the manuscript by Jamieson "verbatim," that is, with a few slight variations; the first stanza earlier, in the Scots Magazine, October, 1803, p. 700.

For the ring (chain, A 7) that makes a man invulnerable, and that which indicates by the discoloration of the stone that his love is dead or untrue, see 'Hind Horn,' I, 200 f; for the vows in A 3, 4, B 3, 'Clerk Saunders,' at p. 156 f of this volume.[148] The like vows are adopted into a song called 'The Lowlands of Holland,' found in Herd's MSS, I, 97, and inserted in his Scottish Songs, 1776, II, 2; a fragment, but all that concerns us.[149]

1 'My love has built a bony ship, and set her on the sea,
With seven score good mariners to bear her company;
There's three score is sunk, and three score dead at sea,
And the Lowlands of Holland has twin'd my love and me.
2 'My love he built another ship, and set her on the main,
And nane but twenty mariners for to bring her hame;
But the weary wind began to rise, and the sea began to rout,
My love then and his bonny ship turnd withershins about.
3 'There shall neither coif come on my head nor comb come in my hair;
There shall neither coal nor candle-light shine in my bower mair;
Nor will I love another one until the day I die,
For I never lovd a love but one, and he's drowned in the sea.'
4 'O had your tongue, my daughter dear, be still and be content;
There are mair lads in Galloway, ye neen nae sair lament:'
'O there is none in Gallow, there's none at a' for me,
For I never lovd a love but one, and he's drowned in the sea.'

A

Alexander Fraser Tytler's Brown MS., No 6.

1 By Arthur's Dale as late I went
I heard a heavy moan;
I heard a ladie lammenting sair,
And ay she cried Ohone!
2 'Ohon, alas! what shall I do,
Tormented night and day!
I never loved a love but ane,
And now he's gone away.
3 'But I will do for my true-love
What ladies woud think sair;
For seven year shall come and go
Ere a kaim gang in my hair.
4 'There shall neither a shoe gang on my foot,
Nor a kaim gang in my hair,
Nor eer a coal nor candle-light
Shine in my bower nae mair.'
5 She thought her love had been on the sea,
Fast sailling to Bee Hom;
But he was in a quiet chamer,
Hearing his ladie's moan.
6 'Be husht, be husht, my ladie dear,
I pray thee mourn not so;
For I am deep sworn on a book
To Bee Hom for to go.'
7 She has gien him a chain of the beaten gowd,
And a ring with a ruby stone:
'As lang as this chain your body binds,
Your blude can never be drawn.
8 'But gin this ring shoud fade or fail,
Or the stone shoud change its hue,
Be sure your love is dead and gone,
Or she has proved untrue.'
9 He had no been at Bonny Bee Hom
A twelve month and a day,
Till, looking on his gay gowd ring,
The stone grew dark and gray.
10 'O ye take my riches to Bee Hom,
And deal them presentlie,
To the young that canna, the auld that maunna,
And the blind that does not see.'
11 Now death has come into his bower,
And split his heart in twain;
So their twa souls flew up to heaven,
And there shall ever remain.

B

Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 169.

1 In Lauderdale I chanc'd to walk,
And heard a lady's moan,
Lamenting for her dearest dear,
And aye she cried, Ohon!
2 'Sure never a maid that eer drew breath
Had harder fate than me;
I'd never a lad but one on earth,
They forc'd him to the sea.
3 'The ale shall neer be brewin o malt,
Neither by sea nor land,
That ever mair shall cross my hause,
Till my love comes to hand.
4 'A handsome lad, wi shoulders broad,
Gold yellow was his hair;
None of our Scottish youths on earth
That with him could compare.'
5 She thought her love was gone to sea,
And landed in Bahome;
But he was in a quiet chamber,
Hearing his lady's moan.
6 'Why make ye all this moan, lady?
Why make ye all this moan?
For I'm deep sworn on a book,
I must go to Bahome.
7 'Traitors false for to subdue
Oer seas I'll make me boun,
That have trepand our kind Scotchmen,
Like dogs to ding them down.'
8 'Weell, take this ring, this royal thing,
Whose virtue is unknown;
As lang's this ring's your body on,
Your blood shall neer be drawn.
9 'But if this ring shall fade or stain,
Or change to other hue,
Come never mair to fair Scotland,
If ye're a lover true.'
10 Then this couple they did part,
With a sad heavy moan;
The wind was fair, the ship was rare,
They landed in Bahome.
11 But in that place they had not been
A month but barely one,
Till he lookd on his gay gold ring,
And riven was the stone.
12 Time after this was not expir'd
A month but scarcely three,
Till black and ugly was the ring,
And the stone was burst in three.
13 'Fight on, fight on, you merry men all,
With you I'll fight no more;
I will gang to some holy place,
Pray to the King of Glore.'
14 Then to the chapel he is gone,
And knelt most piteouslie,
For seven days and seven nights,
Till blood ran frae his knee.
15 'Ye'll take my jewels that's in Bahome,
And deal them liberallie,
To young that cannot, and old that mannot,
The blind that does not see.
16 'Give maist to women in child-bed laid,
Can neither fecht nor flee;
I hope she's in the heavens high,
That died for love of me.'
17 The knights they wrang their white fingers,
The ladies tore their hair;
The women that neer had children born,
In swoon they down fell there.
18 But in what way the knight expir'd,
No tongue will eer declare;
So this doth end my mournful song,
From me ye'll get nae mair.

A.

103. To the young that canna
The auld that that maunna.

B.

113. Till they.

124. And stone.

FOOTNOTES:

[148] Also 'Bonny Molly Stewart,' Maidment's Scotish Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 128, and the Reply to 'Cromlet's Lilt,' Maidment's Scotish Ballads and Songs, Historical and Traditionary, 1868, II, 59.

[149] There are six double stanzas in Johnson's Museum, p. 118, to which Stenhouse, IV, 115, adds a concluding one, the fourth of Herd's. "This ballad," Stenhouse was informed, "was composed about the beginning of the last century by a young widow in Galloway, whose husband was drowned on a voyage to Holland." His authority was probably traditional, and all the information except the date, and, to be accurate, the widowhood, is found in the song itself. Motherwell, Minstrelsy, Introduction, p. lxxii, note 37, observes that neither Herd's nor Johnson's copy is so full "as one which may occasionally be met with in stall editions published about sixty years ago:" 1827. Logan, who prints two vulgar versions, or rather perversions, in which a bridegroom is pressed into the king's sea-service on the night of his marriage, Pedlar's Pack, p. 22, says: "A more lengthened version of the same ballad in the Scotch dialect will be found in Book First of A Selection of Scots Songs, Harmonised.... By Peter Urbani, Professor of Music, Edinburgh, circa 1794." Christie, I, 236, says that 'The Lowlands of Holland' was sung in his father's family, in Aberdeenshire, as far back as the middle of the last century. Herd's copy is translated by Talvj, Charakeristik, p. 594.


93
LAMKIN

A. 'Lamkin,' Jamieson's Popular Ballads, I, 176.

B. 'Lambert Linkin,' Motherwell's MS., p. 15; Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 290.

C. 'Lamerlinkin,' Motherwell's MS., p. 9.

D. 'Bold Rankin,' Maidment's New Book of Old Ballads, p. 73; Whitelaw's Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 246, V.

E. 'Lambkin,' Kinloch MSS, V, 246; retouched by Kinloch, II, 27.

F. 'Long Lankyn.' a. Notes and Queries, Second Series, II, 324. b. Notes and Queries, Fourth Series, II, 281.

G. 'Long Lonkin,' Richardson's Borderer's Table Book, 1846, VIII, 410; Fisher's Drawing Room Scrap Book, 1835, p. 11.

H. 'Bauld Rankin,' Kinloch MSS, I, 306.

I. Skene MSS, p. 75.

J. 'Lammikin,' Kinloch MSS, V, 371.

K. 'Long Longkin,' Percy Papers, communicated by Rev. P. Parsons, 1775.

L. 'Lamkin,' Motherwell's MS., p. 14.

M. 'Cruel Lammikin.' a. Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, Adversaria, p. 60. b. Kinloch MSS, VI, 31.

N. 'Lamkin,' Dr Joseph Robertson's Note-Book, Journal of Excursions, No 2.

O. 'Lammikin,' Kinloch MSS, V, 375.

P. 'Lammikin,' Herd's MSS, I, 25; Herd's Scottish Songs, 1776, I, 145.

Q. 'Lammikin,' Finlay's Scottish Ballads, II, 45.

R. 'Lammikin,' Finlay's Scottish Ballads, II, 55.

S. 'Lambkin,' Motherwell's Note-Book, fol. 13.

T. Recited by Ellen Healy, as sung by a woman living near Killarney.

U. 'Lamkin.' a. Allingham's Ballad Book, p. xxxiii. b. The same, p. 297, No 56.

V. Harris MS., No 28, fol. 27b.

'Lammikin: an Old Scotch Ballad,' Aberdeen, Lewis and James Smith, 1862, said to be edited by the Rev. Dr John Burnett Pratt, Episcopal minister at Cruden, Aberdeenshire, is made up of A, B, P, Q, R, with such alterations as seemed good to the editor, and a few interpolated stanzas.

'Long Lonkin,' edited by A. O. Bell, C. E., York, 1846 (Notes and Queries, Fourth Series, III, 93), I have not seen, but presume it to be a compounded copy.

The story is told without material variation in all the numerous versions. A mason has built a castle for a nobleman, cannot get his pay, and therefore seeks revenge. The name given the builder is Lamkin, A, C, E, L, M, N, S, U; Lammikin, J, O, P, Q; Lankin, Lonkin, F b, G, I; Lantin, T; Long Lankyn, or Long Longkin, F a, G, K; Rankin, D, H; Balankin, or Lambert Linkin, B; Balcanqual, R. That of the nobleman is Lord Wearie, Weire, A, M, P, Q, U b; Lord Earie, N; Erley, Earley, J; Murray, I; Arran, C; Montgomery, E; Cassilis, S; he is lord of Prime Castle, B. The lord, having occasion to leave his family, fears mischief from the man whom he has wronged, and enjoins his wife to keep the castle well fastened. Precautions are taken, but nevertheless his enemy effects an entrance through some aperture that has not been secured, B, C, F, G, H, P, R, U b, or by connivance with a nurse, A, D, E, I. Most of the servants are away. To get at the lady, Lamkin, as we may call him, by advice of the nurse inflicts some hurt on the babe in the cradle, stabbing it, or "nipping" it, and its cries bring the mother down. The lady proffers large sums of gold to save her life, but Lamkin does not care for gold now. He gloats over his opportunity, and bids the nurse, or a maid-servant, or even one of the daughters of the house, to scour a silver bason to hold the lady's noble blood. The lord has a presentiment of calamity at home, and, returning, finds his house red with the blood of his wife and child. Lamkin is hanged, B, F, I, or burned, C, H, or boiled in a pot full of lead, D. The nurse is burned, A, B, D, F, H, or hanged, C, Q, or boiled in a caldron, I.[150]

In K, the oldest version, except perhaps P, which is greatly inferior, Lady Betty is called down by Longkin to see her mother's blood running, then Lady Nelly to see her sister's blood running, Lady Jenny to see Lady Nelly's, etc. In F, T, the mother, very unnaturally, offers Lamkin her daughter as wife, in ransom of her own life. In C, D, a servant offers her life for her lady; in D, G, K, a daughter for her mother.

Motherwell remarks, p. lxx of his Minstrelsy, note 27: "There is a 'Lambirkyns wod' near Dupplin, in Perthshire. Can this have got its name from the cruel mason who the ballad assures us 'lived in the wode'? If so, it must be very ancient. It is localized, too, I believe, at Balwearie, in Fifeshire; but there are few places where the ballad is remembered but which have also some ancient edifice in the neighborhood reared by the hands of Lammikin.[151] Indeed, it seems questionable how some Scottish lairds could well afford to get themselves seated in the large castles they once occupied unless they occasionally treated the mason after the fashion adopted in this ballad." And again, at p. 291: "There can be little doubt that the epithet Linkin Mr Lambert acquired from the secrecy and address with which he insinuated him into that notable strength [Prime Castle]. Indeed, all the names of Lammerlinkin, Lammikin, Lamkin, Lankin, Linkin, Belinkin, can easily be traced out as abbreviations of Lambert Linkin." It might be inferred, however, from the mason's seemingly resentful inquiry in A 8-11, J 3-6, Where's the men, women, bairns, lady, that call me Lamkin? that the view in these particular versions was that Lamkin was a sobriquet applied in derision of the meekness with which the builder had submitted to his injury. Linkin, it will be observed, occurs only in B, and it is far more likely that Lamkin, or Lammikin, which is found in a full dozen copies, is a simply ironical designation for the bloody mason, the terror of countless nurseries.[152]


A is translated by Talvj, Versuch, etc., p. 571; Allingham's ballad by Knortz, Lieder und Romanzen Alt-Englands, p. 162.

A

Jamieson's Popular Ballads, I, 176, communicated by Mrs Brown.

1 It's Lamkin was a mason good
as ever built wi stane;
He built Lord Wearie's castle,
but payment got he nane.
2 'O pay me, Lord Wearie,
come, pay me my fee:'
'I canna pay you, Lamkin,
for I maun gang oer the sea.'
3 'O pay me now, Lord Wearie,
come, pay me out o hand:'
'I canna pay you, Lamkin,
unless I sell my land.'
4 'O gin ye winna pay me,
I here sall mak a vow,
Before that ye come hame again,
ye sall hae cause to rue.'
5 Lord Wearie got a bonny ship,
to sail the saut sea faem;
Bade his lady weel the castle keep,
ay till he should come hame.
6 But the nourice was a fause limmer
as eer hung on a tree;
She laid a plot wi Lamkin,
whan her lord was oer the sea.
7 She laid a plot wi Lamkin,
when the servants were awa,
Loot him in at a little shot-window,
and brought him to the ha.
8 'O whare's a' the men o this house,
that ca me Lamkin?'
'They're at the barn-well thrashing;
'twill be lang ere they come in.'
9 And whare's the women o this house,
that ca me Lamkin?'
'They're at the far well washing;
'twill be lang ere they come in.'
10 'And whare's the bairns o this house,
that ca me Lamkin?'
'They're at the school reading;
'twill be night or they come hame.'
11 'O whare's the lady o this house,
that ca's me Lamkin?'
'She's up in her bower sewing,
but we soon can bring her down.'
12 Then Lamkin's tane a sharp knife,
that hang down by his gaire,
And he has gien the bonny babe
a deep wound and a sair.
13 Then Lamkin he rocked,
and the fause nourice sang,
Till frae ilkae bore o the cradle
the red blood out sprang.
14 Then out it spak the lady,
as she stood on the stair:
'What ails my bairn, nourice,
that he's greeting sae sair?
15 'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the pap!'
'He winna still, lady,
for this nor for that.'
16 'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the wand!'
'He winna still, lady,
for a' his father's land.'
17 'O still my bairn, nourice,
O still him wi the bell!'
'He winna still, lady,
till ye come down yoursel.'
18 O the firsten step she steppit,
she steppit on a stane;
But the neisten step she steppit,
she met him Lamkin.
19 'O mercy, mercy, Lamkin,
hae mercy upon me!
Though you've taen my young son's life,
ye may let mysel be.'
20 'O sall I kill her, nourice,
or sall I lat her be?'
'O kill her, kill her, Lamkin,
for she neer was good to me.'
21 'O scour the bason, nourice,
and mak it fair and clean,
For to keep this lady's heart's blood,
for she's come o noble kin.'
22 'There need nae bason, Lamkin,
lat it run through the floor;
What better is the heart's blood
o the rich than o the poor?'
23 But ere three months were at an end,
Lord Wearie came again;
But dowie, dowie was his heart
when first he came hame.
24 'O wha's blood is this,' he says,
'that lies in the chamer?'
'It is your lady's heart's blood;
'tis as clear as the lamer.'
25 'And wha's blood is this,' he says,
'that lies in my ha?'
'It is your young son's heart's blood;
'tis the clearest ava.'
26 O sweetly sang the black-bird
that sat upon the tree;
But sairer grat Lamkin,
when he was condemnd to die.
27 And bonny sang the mavis,
out o the thorny brake;
But sairer grat the nourice,
when she was tied to the stake.

B

Motherwell's MS., p. 15; from the recitation of Mrs Thomson, Kilbarchan, February 25, 1825.

1 Balankin was as gude a mason
as eer picked a stane;
He built up Prime Castle,
but payment gat nane.
2 The lord said to his lady,
when he was going abroad,
O beware of Balankin,
for he lyes in the wood.
3 The gates they were bolted,
baith outside and in;
At the sma peep of a window
Balankin crap in.
4 'Good morrow, good morrow,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'Good morrow to yoursell, sir,'
said the false nurse to him.
5 'O where is your good lord?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'He's awa to New England,
to meet with his king.'
6 'O where is his auld son?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'He's awa to buy pearlings,
gin our lady lye in.'
7 'Then she'll never wear them,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'And that is nae pity,'
said the false nurse to him.
8 'O where is your lady?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'She's in her bower sleeping,'
said the false nurse to him.
9 'How can we get at her?'
said Lambert Linkin:
'Stab the babe to the heart,
wi a silver bokin.'
10 'That would be a pity,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'No pity, no pity,'
said the false nurse to him.
11 Balankin he rocked,
and the false nurse she sang,
Till all the tores of the cradle
wi the red blood down ran.
12 'O still my babe, nurice,
O still him wi the knife!'
'He'll no be still, lady,
tho I lay doun my life.'
13 'O still my babe, nurice,
O still him wi the kame!'
'He'll no be still, lady,
till his daddy come hame.'
14 'O still my babe, nurice,
O still him wi the bell!'
'He'll no be still, lady,
till ye come doun yoursell.'
15 'It's how can I come down,
this cauld winter nicht,
Without eer a coal,
or a clear candle-licht?'
16 'There's two smocks in your coffer,
as white as a swan;
Put one of them about you,
it will shew you licht down.'
17 She took ane o them about her,
and came tripping doun;
But as soon as she viewed,
Balankin was in.
18 'Good morrow, good morrow,'
said Lambert Linkin:
'Good morrow to yoursell, sir,'
said the lady to him.
19 'O save my life, Balankin,
till my husband come back,
And I'll gie you as much red gold
as you'll hold in your hat.'
20 'I'll not save your life, lady,
till your husband come back,
Tho you would give me as much red gold
as I could hold in a sack.
21 'Will I kill her?' quo Balankin,
'will I kill her, or let her be?'
'You may kill her,' said the false nurse,
'she was neer good to me;
And ye'll be laird of the castle,
and I'll be ladie.'
22 Then he cut aff her head
fram her lily breast-bane,
And he hung't up in the kitchen,
it made a' the ha shine.
23 The lord sat in England,
a drinking the wine:
'I wish a' may be weel
with my lady at hame;
For the rings of my fingers
the're now burst in twain!'
24 He saddled his horse,
and he came riding doun,
But as soon as he viewed,
Balankin was in.
25 He had na weel stepped
twa steps up the stair,
Till he saw his pretty young son
lying dead on the floor.
26 He had not weel stepped
other twa up the stair,
Till he saw his pretty lady
lying dead in despair.
27 He hanged Balankin
out over the gate,
And he burnt the fause nurice,
being under the grate.

C