And nowe a fyer was built of wood;

And a flake was made of tree;

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And now queene Elinore forth was led,

A forrowful fight to fee.

Three times the herault he waved his hand,
And three times fpake on hye:

Giff any good knight will fende this dame,
Come forth, or shee must dye.

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No knight stood forth, no knight there came,

No helpe appeared nye :

And now the fyer was lighted up,

Queen Elinore the muft dye.

And now the fyer was lighted up,

As hot as hot might bee;

When riding upon a little white fteed,

The tinye boy they see.

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And loose our comelye queene:

I am come to fight with fir Aldingar,
And prove him a traitor keene."

Forthe then flood fir Aldingar,

But when he saw the chylde,

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He laughed, and fcoffed, and turned his backe,

And weened he had been beguylde.

Now

Now turne, now turne thee, Aldingar,
And eyther fighte or flee;

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I truft that I fhall avenge the wronge,
Thoughe I am fo small to fee.

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The boye pulld forth a well good fworde
So gilt it dazzled the ee;

The first stroke ftricken at Aldingar

Smote off his leggs by the knee.

Stand up, ftand up, thou false traitòre,
And fight upon thy feete,

For and thou thriveft, as thou beginneft,

Of height wee shal be meete.

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A prieft, a prieft, fayes Aldingàr,
While I am a man alive.

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A prieft, a prieft, fayes Aldingàr,

Me for to houzle and fhrive.

I wolde have layne by our comlye queene,
Bot fhee wolde never confent;

Then I thought to betraye her unto our kinge

In a fyer to have her brent.

There came a lazar to the kings gates,

A lazar both blinde and lame:

I tooke the lazar upon my backe,

And on her bedd him layne.

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Then

Then ranne I to our comlye king,

These tidings fore to tell.
But ever alacke! fayes Aldingar,
Falfing never doth well.

Forgive, forgive me, queene, madame,

The short time I must live.

Nowe Chrift forgive thee, Aldingar,

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King Henrye ran to clafpe his queene,

And loofed her full fone:

Then turnd to look for the tinye boye;
The boye was vanisht and gone.

But firft he had touchd the lazar man,

And ftroakt him with his hand : The lazar under the gallowes tree

All whole and founde did ftand.

The lazar under the gallowes tree
Was comelye, ftraight and tall;

King Henrye made him his head stewarde
To wayte withinn his hall.

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X. THE

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THE GABERLUNZIE M A N.

A SCOTTISH SONG,

Tradition affures us that the author of this fong was K. JAMES V. of Scotland. This prince (whole character for wit and libertinifm bears a great resemblance to that of his gay fucceffor Charles II.) was noted for ftrolling about his dominions in difguife †, and for his frequent gallantries with country girls. Two adventures of this kind he hath celebrated with his own pen, viz. in this ballad of THE GABERLUNZIE MAN; and in another intitled THE JOLLY BEGGAR, beginning thus,

Thair was a jollie beggar, and a begging he was boun,
And he tuik up his quarters into a land'art toun.
Fa, la, la, &c.

It feems to be the latter of thefe ballads (which was too licentious to be admitted into this collection) that is meant in the Catalogue of Royal and Noble Authors*, where the ingenious writer remarks, That there is fomething very ludicrous in the young woman's diftrefs when he thought her fr favour had been thrown away upon a beggar.

Bp. Tanner has attributed to James V. the celebrated ballad of CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN, which better authorities afcribe to his ancestor James I. and which has alļ the internal marks of being the production of an earlier age. See the EVER-GREEN, Vol. I.

As for K. JAMES V. he died Dec. 13th, 1542, aged 33.

tfe. of a tinker, beggar, &c. daughter at Niddry near Edinburgh.

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HE pauky auld Carle came ovir the lee
Wi' mony good-eens and days to mee,
Saying, Goodwife, for zour courtefie,

Will ze lodge a filly poor man?
The night was cauld, the carle was wat,
And down azont the ingle he fat;
My dochters shoulders he gan to clap,
And cadgily ranted and fang.

O wow! quo he, were I as free,
As firft when I faw this countrie,
How blyth and merry wad I bee!

And I wad nevir think lang.
He grew canty, and she grew fain;
But little did her auld minny ken
What thir flee twa togither were fay'n,

When wooing they were fa thrang.

And O! quo he, ann ze were as black,
As evir the crown of your dadyes hat,

Tis I wad lay thee by my back,

And awa wi' me thou fould gang.

And O! quoth fhe, ann I were as white,
As evir the fnaw lay on the dike,
Ild clead me braw, and lady-like,
And awa with thee Ild gang.

Between the twa was made a plot;
They raise a wee before the cock,

And wyliely they fhot the lock,

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