"It is to burn fair Kirkley-hall, “Now nay, now nay," quoth Robin Hood, That boon I'll not grant thee; I never hurt woman in all my life, "I never hurt fair maid in all my time, "Lay me a green sod under my head, And make my grave of gravel and green, "Let me have length and breadth enough, With a green sod under my head; These words they readily granted him, And there they buried bold Robin Hood, 60 65 70 Child, Pop. Bal., No. 120B. 75 80 BONNIE GEORGE CAMPBELL HIE upon Hielands and low upon Tay, Bonnie George Campbell rade out on a day. Saddled and bridled and gallant rade he; Hame cam his guid horse, but never cam he. Out cam his auld mither greeting fu' sair. And out cam his bonnie bride rivin' her hair. 5 16 Saddled and bridled and booted rade he; Toom hame cam the saddle, but never cam he. My meadow lies green, and my corn is unshorn, My barn is to big, and my babie 's unborn." 10 Saddled and bridled and booted rade he; LORD RANDAL "O WHERE ha'e ye been, Lord Randal, my son? O where ha'e ye been, my handsome young man?" "I ha'e been to the wild wood; mother, make my bed soon; For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "Where gat ye your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? 4 Where gat ye your dinner, my handsome young man?" "I dined wi' my true-love; mother, make my bed soon; For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." "What gat ye to your dinner, Lord Randal, my son? What gat ye to your dinner, my handsome young man?" 8 "I gat eels boiled in broo'; mother, make my bed soon; For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." 12 "What became of your bloodhounds, Lord Ran dal, my son? What became of your bloodhounds, my hand some young man?" "O they swelled and they died; mother, make my bed soon; For I'm weary wi' hunting, and fain wald lie down." 16 "OI fear ye are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son! OI fear ye are poisoned, my handsome young man!" "O yes! I am poisoned; mother, make my bed soon; For I'm sick at the heart, and I fain wald lie down." Scott, Minst. Scot. Bord. 20 THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely ane, Whan word came to the carline wife, They hadna been a week from her, A week but barely three, Whan word came to the carline wife, 10 "I wish the wind may never cease, Nor fishes in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me, 15 In earthly flesh and blood!" It fell about the Martinmas, When nights are lang and mirk, It neither grew in syke nor ditch, buď But at the gates o' Paradise, * * * "Blow up the fire, my maidens! Bring water from the well! 20 25 IT For a' my house shall feast this night, And she has made to them a bed, * * Up then crew the red, red cock, And The eldest to the youngest said, up and crew the gray; ng 1A "T is time we were away.", The cock he hadna crawed but once, 7 "The cock doth craw, the day doth daw', / The channerin' worm doth chide; 30 35 |