Tis not thy father Philip; Nor yet thy brother John: But tis thy true love Willie From Scotland new come home. O fweet Margret! O dear Margret! Thy faith and troth thou'fe nevir get, Till that thou come within my bower, Give me my faith and troth, Margret, As I gave it to thee. Thy faith and troth thou'fe nevir get, Of me fhalt nevir win,' Till thou take me to yon kirk yard, And wed me with a ring. My My bones are buried in a kirk yard Afar beyond the fea, And it is but my fprite, Margret,. She stretched out her lilly-white hand, As for to do her best : 35 Is there any room at your head, Willie? 45 Tis time, tis time, my dear Margret, 55 That you were gane away. No 1 No more the ghoft to Margret said, But, with a grievous grone, Evanish'd in a cloud of mift, And left her all alone. O ftay, my only true love, stay, Wan grew her cheeks, the clos'd her een, 60 VII. SIR JOHN GREHME AND BARBARA ALLAN. A SCOTTISH BALLAD. Printed, with a few conjectural emendations, from a written copy. IT was in and about the Martinmas time, When the greene leaves wer a fallan ; That Sir John Grehme o' the weft countrye, Fell in luve wi' Barbara Allan. He fent his man down throw the towne, O hafte and cum to my maifter deare, 5 O hooly O hooly, hooly, raise fhe up, To the plaice wher he was lyan; And whan fhe drew the curtain by, Young man, I think ye're dyan*. 10 O its I'm fick, and very very fick, Remember ye nat in the tavern, fir, How ye maide the healths gae round and round, He turn'd his face unto the wa' And death was with him dealan ; Cried, wae to Barbara Allan ! * An ingenious friend thinks the rhymes Dyand and Lyand ought to be tranfpofed; as the taunt Young man, I think ye're lyand, would be very characteristical. From an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection, with fome improvements communicated by a lady as he had heard the fame recited in her youth. The full title is "True "love requited: Or, the Bailiffs daughter of Islington.” ISLINGTON in Norfolk is probably the place here meant. THer Here was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthes He loved the bayliffes daughter deare, That lived in Islington. |