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Death of Lord Warriston
THE LAIRD OF WARISTON—C
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‘My mother was an ill woman,In fifteen years she married me;
I hadna wit to guide a man,
Alas! ill counsel guided me.
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‘O Warriston, O Warriston,I wish that ye may sink for sin!
I was but bare fifteen years auld,
Whan first I enterd your yates within.
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‘I hadna been a month married,Till my gude lord went to the sea;
I bare a bairn ere he came hame,
And set it on the nourice knee.
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‘But it fell ance upon a day,That my gude lord returnd from sea;
Then I did dress in the best array,
As blythe as ony bird on tree.
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‘I took my young son in my arms,Likewise my nourice me forebye,
And I went down to yon shore-side,
My gude lord's vessel I might spy.
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‘My lord he stood upon the deck,I wyte he haild me courteouslie:
Ye are thrice welcome, my lady gay,
Whae's aught that bairn on your knee?’
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She turnd her right and round about,Says, ‘Why take ye sic dreads o me?
Alas! I was too young married,
To love another man but thee.’
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‘Now hold your tongue, my lady gay,Nae mair falsehoods ye'll tell to me;
This bonny bairn is not mine,
You've loved another while I was on sea.’
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In discontent then hame she went,And aye the tear did blin her ee;
Says, Of this wretch I'll be revenged
For these harsh words he's said to me.
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She's counselld wi her father's stewardWhat way she coud revenged be;
Bad was the counsel then he gave,
It was to gar her gude lord dee.
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The nourice took the deed in hand,I wat she was well paid her fee;
She kiest the knot, and the loop she ran,
Which soon did gar this young lord dee.
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His brother lay in a room hard by,Alas! that night he slept too soun;
But then he wakend wi a cry,
‘I fear my brother's putten down.
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‘O get me coal and candle light,And get me some gude companie;’
But before the light was brought,
Warriston he was gart dee.
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They've taen the lady and fause nourice,In prison strong they hae them boun;
The nourice she was hard o heart,
But the bonny lady fell in swoon.
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In it came her brother dear,And aye a sorry man was he:
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O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.’
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‘O borrow me, brother, borrow me?O borrowd shall I never be;
For I gart kill my ain gude lord,
And life is nae pleasure to me.’
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In it came her mother dear,I wyte a sorry woman was she:
‘I woud gie my white monie and gowd,
O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.’
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‘Borrow me, mother, borrow me?O borrowd shall I never be;
For I gart kill my ain gude lord,
And life's now nae pleasure to me.’
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Then in it came her father dear,I wyte a sorry man was he;
Says, ‘Ohon, alas! my bonny Jean,
If I had you at hame wi me!
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‘Seven daughters I hae left at hame,As fair women as fair can be;
But I would gie them ane by ane,
O bonny Jean, to borrow thee.’
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‘O borrow me, father, borrow me?O borrowd shall I never be;
I that is worthy o the death,
It is but right that I shoud dee.’
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Then out it speaks the king himsell,And aye as he steps in the fleer;
Says, ‘I grant you your life, lady,
Because you are of tender year.’
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‘A boon, a boon, my liege the king,The boon I ask, ye'll grant to me;’
‘Ask on, ask on, my bonny Jean,
Whateer ye ask it's granted be.’
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‘Cause take me out at night, at night,Lat not the sun upon me shine,
And take me to yon heading-hill,
Strike aff this dowie head o mine.
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‘Ye'll take me out at night, at night,When there are nane to gaze and see,
And hae me to yon heading-hill,
And ye'll gar head me speedilie.’
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They've taen her out at nine at night,Loot not the sun upon her shine,
And had her to yon heading-hill,
And headed her baith neat and fine.
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Then out it speaks the king himsell,I wyte a sorry man was he:
‘I've travelld east, I've travelld west,
And sailed far beyond the sea,
But I never saw a woman's face
I was sae sorry to see dee.
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‘But Warriston was sair to blame,For slighting o his lady so;
He had the wyte o his ain death,
And bonny lady's overthrow.’
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