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Jamie Douglas
JAMIE DOUGLAS—B
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Waly, waly up the bank!And waly, waly down the brae!
And waly, waly to yon burn-side,
Where me and my love wunt to gae!
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As I lay sick, and very sick,And sick was I, and like to die,
And Blacklaywood put in my love's ears
That he staid in bower too lang wi me.
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As I lay sick, and very sick,And sick was I, and like to die,
And walking into my garden green,
I heard my good lord lichtlie me.
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Now woe betide ye, Blacklaywood!I'm sure an ill death you must die;
Ye'll part me and my ain good lord,
And his face again I'll never see.
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‘Come down stairs now, Jamie Douglas,Come down stairs and drink wine wi me;
I'll set thee into a chair of gold,
And not one farthing shall it cost thee.’
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‘When cockle-shells turn silver bells,And muscles grow on every tree,
When frost and snaw turn fiery baas,
I'll come down the stair and drink wine wi thee.’
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‘What's needs me value you, Jamie Douglas,More than you do value me?
The Earl of Mar is my father,
The Duke of York is my brother gay.
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‘But when my father gets word o this,I trow a sorry man he'll be;
He'll send four score o his soldiers brave
To tak me hame to mine ain countrie.’
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As I lay owre my castell-wa,I beheld my father comin for me,
Wi trumpets sounding on every side;
But they werena music at a' for me.
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‘And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!And fare ye weel, my children three!
And fare ye weel, my own good lord!
For my face again ye shall never see.
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‘And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!And fare ye weel, my children three!
And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
But my youngest son shall gae wi me.’
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‘What ails ye at yer youngest son,Sits smilin at the nurse's knee?
I'm sure he never knew any harm,
Except it was from his nurse or thee.’
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And when I was into my coaches set,
He made his trumpets a' to soun.
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I've heard it said, and it's oft times seen,The hawk that flies far frae her nest;
And a' the world shall plainly see
It's Jamie Douglas that I love best.
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Ive heard it said, and [it's] oft times seen,The hawk that flies from tree to tree;
And a' the world shall plainly see
It's for Jamie Douglas I maun die.
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