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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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102

Jamie Douglas

JAMIE DOUGLAS—K

[_]

Motherwell's MS., p. 302; from Jean Nicol.

1

O waly, waly up the bank!
And waly, waly doun the brae!
And waly by yon river-side,
Where me and my love were wont to gae!

2

A gentleman, a friend of mine,
Came to the toun me for to see,
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3

‘Come doun the stair, Jamie Douglas,
Come doun the stair and drink wine wi me;
For a chair of gold I will set thee in,
And not one farthing it will cost thee.’

4

‘When cockle-shells grow siller bells,
And mussels grow on ilka tree,
When frost and snaw turns out fire-bombs,
Then I'll come doun and drink wine wi thee.’

5

But when her father heard of this,
O but an angry man was he!
And he sent four score of his ain regiment
To bring her hame to her ain countrie.

6

O when she was set in her coach and six,
And the saut tear was in her ee,
Saying, Fare you weel, my bonnie palace!
And fare ye weel, my children three!

7

O when I came into Edinburgh toun,
My loving father for to see,
The trumpets were sounding on every side,
But they were not music at all for me.

8

‘O hold your tongue, my daughter dear,
And of your folly I pray let be;
For a bill of divorcement I'll send him,
And a better lord I'll provide for thee.’

9

‘O hold your tongue, my father dear,
And of your folly I pray let be;
For if I had stayed in fair Orange Green,
I might have been his gay ladye.’