Is not thy hawke upon the pearche,

Thy horse eating corne and haye?

And thou a gaye ladye within thine armes :
And wouldst thou be awaye ?

With that lord Barnard came to the dore,

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And lighted upon a stone;

And he pulled out three filver keyes,

And opened the dores eche one.

He lifted up the coverlett,

He lifted up the sheete;

How now, how now, thou little Musgràve,
Doft find my gaye ladye fweete?

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I find her fweete, quoth little Musgràve,
The more is my griefe and paine;
Ide gladlye give three hundred poundes
That I were on yonder plaine.

Arife, arife, thou little Mufgràve,
And put thy cloathes nowe on,
It shall never be faid in my countree,
That I killed a naked man.

I have two fwordes in one scabbàrde,
Full deare they coft my purse;
And thou fhalt have the beft of them,

And I will have the worse.

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The firft ftroke that little Mufgrave strucke,

He hurt lord Barnard fore;

The next stroke that lord Barnard ftrucke,
Little Mufgrave never ftrucke more.

With that befpake the ladye faire,

In bed whereas she laye,

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Althoughe thou art dead, my little Musgràve, 95 Yet for thee I will praye:

And wifhe well to thy foule will I,

So long as I have life;

So will I not do for thee, Barnard,
Thoughe I am thy wedded wife.

He cut her pappes from off her brest ;

Great pitye it was to fee

Some drops of this fair ladyes bloode
Run trickling downe her knee.

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Wo worth, wo worth ye, my merrye men all, 105
You never were borne for my goode :

Why did you not offer to stay my hande,
When you fee me wax fo woode ?

For I have flaine the fairest fir knighte,

That ever rode on a steede ;

So have I done the fairest ladyè,
That ever ware womans weede.

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A grave,

A grave, a grave, lord Barnard cryde,
To putt these lovers in ;

But lay my ladye o' the upper hande,
For thee comes o' the better kin.

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XII.

THE EW-BUGHTS MARION.

A SCOTTISH SONG.

This fonnet is faid to be of great antiquity: that and it's fimplicity of fentiment have recommended it to a place here.

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ILL ze gae to the ew-bughts, Marion,

And wear in the fheip wi' mee?

The fun shines fweit, my Marion,

But nae half fae fweit as thee.

O Marion's a bonnie lafs ;

And the blyth blinks in her ee:
And fain wad I marrie Marion,

Gin Marion wad marrie mee.

Theires gowd in zour garters, Marion;
And filk on zour white haufs-bane::
Fou faine wad I kiffe my Marion

At eene quhan I cum hame.

Theires braw lads in Earnflaw, Marion,

Quha gape and glowr wi' their ee At kirk, quhan they see my Marion; Bot nane of tham lues like mee.

Sae put on zour pearlins, Marion,

And kirtle oth cramafie;

And fune as my chin has nae haire on,

I fall cum weft, and see zee.

XIII. THE

XIII.

THE KNIGHT, AND SHEPHERD's DAUGHTER.

This ballad (given from an old black-letter Copy) was popular in the time of 2 Elizabeth, being usually printed with her picture before it, as HEARNE informs us in his preface to Gul. Neubrig. Hift. Oxon. 1719. 8vo. vol. 1. p. lxx." It is quoted in Fletcher's comedy of the Pilgrim, Act. 4. Sc. 1.

HERE was a shepherds daughter

THE

Came tripping on the waye ;

And there by chance a knighte shee mett,
Which caufed her to staye.

Good morrowe to you, beauteous maide,

These words pronounced thee:

OI shall dye this daye, he fayd,
If Ive not my wille of thee.

The Lord forbid, the maide replyde,

That you fhold waxe fo wode!

• But for all that thee could do or faye,

He wold not be withstood.

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