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Jamie Douglas
JAMIE DOUGLAS—I
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‘O waly, waly up yon bank!And waly, waly down yon brae!
And waly, waly by yon burn-bank,
Where me and my lord wont to gae!
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‘A gentleman of good account,A friend of mine, came to visit me,
And Blackly whispered in my lord's ears
He was too long in chamber with me.
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‘When my father came to hear't,I wot an angry man was he;
He sent five score of his soldiers bright
To take me safe to my own countrie.
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‘Up in the mornin when I arose,My bonnie palace for to lea,
And when I came to my lord's door,
The neer a word he would speak to me.
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‘Come down, come down, O Jamie Douglas,And drink the Orange wine with me;
I'll set thee in a chair of gold,
That neer a penny it cost thee.’
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‘When sea and sand turns foreign land,And mussels grow on every tree,
When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
I'll drink the Orange wine with thee.’
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‘Wae be to you, Blackly,’ she said,‘Aye and an ill death may you die!
You are the first, and I hope the last,
That eer made my lord lichtly me.’
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‘Fare ye weel then, Jamie Douglas!I value you as little as you do me;
The Earl of Mar is my father dear,
And I soon will see my own countrie.
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‘Ye thought that I was like yoursell,And loving each ane I did see;
But here I swear, by the day I die,
I never loved a man but thee.
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‘Fare ye weel, my servants all!And you, my bonny children three!
God grant your father grace to be kind
Till I see you safe in my own countrie.’
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‘As I came into Edinburgh toune,With trumpets sounding my father met me:
But no mirth nor musick sounds in my ear,
Since the Earl of March has forsaken me.’
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‘O hold your tongue, my daughter dear,And of your weeping let abee;
I'll send a bill of divorce to the Earl of March,
And get a better lord for thee.’
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‘Hold your tongue, my father dear,And of your folly let abee;
No other lord shall lye in my arms,
Since the Earl of March has forsaken me.
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‘An I had known what I know now,I'd never crossed the water o Tay,
But stayed still at Atholl's gates;
He would have made me his lady gay.’
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When she came to her father's lands,The tenants a' came her to see;
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But the buttons off her clothes did flee.
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‘The linnet is a bonnie bird,And aften flees far frae its nest;
So all the warld may plainly see
They're far awa that I luve best.’
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