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Jamie Douglas
JAMIE DOUGLAS—D
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I fell sick, and very, very sick,Sick I was, and like to dee;
A friend o mine cam frae the west,
A friend o mine came me to see,
And the black told it to my gude lord
He was oure lang in the chamber wi me.
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‘Come doun the stair, Jamie Douglas,Come doun and drink wine wi me;
I'll set ye on a chair of gold,
And not ae farthing will it cost thee.’
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‘Whan cockle-shells turn siller bells,And fishes flee frae tree to tree,
Whan frost and snaw turn fire-beams,
I'll come doun and drink wine wi thee.’
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‘What ails ye at your young son James,That sits upo the nurse's knee?
I'm sure he never did ye no harm,
If it war na for the nurse or me.
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‘What care I for you, Jamie Douglas?Not a small pin I value thee;
For my father he is the Earl of York,
And of that my mither's the gay ladie;
They will send fourscore of his soldiers bold
For to tak me hame to my ain countrie.’
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Whan I was set in my coach and six,Taking fareweel o my babies three,
‘I beg your father's grace to be kind,
For your face again I'll never see.’
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As I was walking up London streets,My father was coming to meet me,
Wi trumpets sounding on every side;
But that was na music at a' for me.
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‘Hold your tongue, my dochter dear,And of your weeping let abee;
A bill o divorcement I'll send to him,
A far better match I'll get for thee.’
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‘Hold your tongue, my father dear,And with your folly let abee;
There'll never man sleep in my twa arms,
Sin my gude lord has forsaken me.’
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As I was sitting at my bouer-window,What a blythe sicht did I see!
I saw four score of his soldiers bold,
And I wishd that they were coming for me.
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Out bespeaks the foremost man,And what a weel-spoken man was he!
‘If the Marquis o Douglas's lady be within,
You'll bid her come doun and speak to me.’
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It's out bespak my auld father then,I wat an angry man was he;
‘Ye may gang back the road ye cam,
For her face again ye'll never see.’
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‘Hold your tongue, my father dear,And with your folly let abee;
For I'll ga back, and I'll ne'er return;
Do ye think I love you as weel as he?’
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As I cam in by the Orange gate,What a blythe sicht did I see!
I saw Jamie Douglas coming me to meet,
And at his foot war his babies three.
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‘Ga fetch, ga fetch a bottle of wine,That I may drink to my gay ladie;’
She took the cup into her hand,
But her bonnie heart it broke in three.
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