Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland, Hitherto Unpublished. with Notes by P. Buchan Volume 2 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1828 Excerpt: ...love whiles is easy won;) How could ye be a whore at fifteen years old, And you the flower o' Northumberland? Out spake her mother, she spake with a smile, (Maids' love whiles is easy won;) She's nae the first his coat did beguile, --Ye're welcome again to Northumberland. UTtje 2?au0tjs o' fpartoto, Down in yon garden sweet and gay, Where bonny grows the lilie; I heard a fair maid, sighing, say, --My wish be wi' sweet Willie O Willie's gone whom I thought on, And does not hear me weeping; Draws mony a tear frae's true love's ee, When other maids are sleeping. Ye south, south winds, blaw to the northj To the place where he's remaining; Convey these kisses to his mouth, And tell him how I'm faring. O tell sweet Willie to come down, And bid him nae be cruel; Arid tell him not to break the heart Of his love and only jewel. O tell sweet Willie to come down, And hear the.mavis singing; And see the birds On ilka bush, And leaves around them hinging. The laverock there wi' her white breast, And gentle throat sae narrow; There's sport eneuch for gentlemen, On the Leader Haughs o' Yarrow. O Leader Haughs are wide and broad, And Yarrow Haughs are bonny; There Willie promised to marry me, If ever he married ony. But if he plays the prodigal, I freely could forget him; But if he chooses another bride, I ever mair will hate him. But now sweet Willie he's come down, And eas'd her of her sorrow; And he's made her his lawful bride, Upon the braes o' Yarrow. orfc fttiomasi of Minesijerrp atio ttje forng's Oaugbtet. Seven years the king he staid Into the land of Spain; And seven years true Thomas was His daughter's chamberlain. But it fell ance upon a day The king he did come home; She beked and she benjed ben, And did him there welcome. What aileth you, my daughter, Jan...