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And he has hied him to his mother,
That vilest Witch of vilest kin; He says, My lady has a girdle,
All diamonds out, and gold within ;
And ay at every silver hem
Hangs fifty silver bells and ten : Oh, let her be lighter of her young bairn,
And that goodly gift shall be your ain! Of her young bairn she's ne'er be lighter,
Nor ever see an end of wae ; But she shall die and turn to clay,
And ye shall wed another may.
Another may I'll never wed!
Another love I'll never ken!
I wish my days were at an en'!
And said, -My lady has a steed, White as the drift, as roebuck swift,
His like is not in the lands of Leed;
And he is golden-shod behin’;
Is a golden chess and bell ringin';
When at the ring he ran so swift : Oh, let her be lighter of her young hairn,
And yours shall be that goodly gift. Of her young bairn she 's never be lighter,
Nor ever see an end of wae; But she shall die, and go to clay, And ye shall wed anither may.
Oh, mother! a woman's heart ye bear,
Take ruth upon a mother's pine; Take ruth on your own flesh and blood,
Nor let her sakeless bairnie tine : And it shall live your oye to be;
To cheer your eild in many a stead; And sain with benisons your truff,
When in the mould your bones are laid,
Away! away! for never she
Or imp or oye to me shall be; But she shall die and turn to clay,
And ye shall wed anither may. Oh! mother pree'd ye e'er of love,
And can ye bid me love again? And can she break her Willie's heart,
For him who dree'd a mother's pain?
And can ye thole to kill your son,
Your only hope! with ruthless rage ; Syne fa' yourself, like blasted tree,
Withered with curses, in your age? Away! away! what blacker curse
Nor uncomplying bairn can be! O’her young bairn she's never be lighter,
Nor ever an end of dolour see! Then out it speak the Billy Blin, *
Of Liddes' lord that aye took care: Then ye do buy a leaf of wax,
And kiauve it weel, and mould it fair; And shape it bairn and bairnlie-like,
And in twa glazen een ye pit;
* A kind of domestic fairy or sprite, supposed to interest itself in the welfare of the family.
With holy water synd * it o'er,
And by the holy Rood sain it;
And “ Ave Mary!” nine times say;
In Alice' arms the image lay;
Fair Alice's bower that is within ;
And bid her to your boy's christ'ning;
Then notice weel what she will dae ;
And listen weel what she will say.
And bidden her to his boy's christ’ning.
Among that lady's locks so fair?
That was among that lady's hair ?
That ran aneath the lady's bed?
And that young lady lighter made?” +
As, aye at hand, he harkit near;
The weird of Billy Blin to hear):
Sprinkle. + Deceived by the false intelligence, the witch lays open ber machinations, which the sprite on the instant counteracts.
0, Willie has loosed the nine witch-knots,
Among that lady's locks so fair ;
That was among that lady's hair ;
That ran aneath that lady's bed;
And his dear lady lighter made :
A mother's name that ever bure !
I'll gar thy burning heart endure.
THE DOWIE* DENS OF YARROW.
Late at even, drinking the wine,
And ere they paid the lawing,
To fight it in the dawning.
O stay at hame, my marrow!
On the dowie howms of Yarrow.
O fare ye weel, my lady gay!
O fare ye weel, my Sarah !
Frae the dowie howms of Yarrow.
She kissed his cheek, she kaimed his hair,
As oft she had done before, O!
And he's awa to Yarrow.
As he gaed up the Tinnes' bank,
I wat he gaed with sorrow,
On the dowie howms of Yarrow.