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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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119

Lord Derntwater

LORD DERWENTWATER—D

[_]

Kinloch MSS, I, 323.

1

The king has written a braid letter,
And seald it up wi gowd,
And sent it to Lord Derntwater,
To read it if he coud.

2

The first lines o't that he read,
A blythe, blythe man was he;
But ere he had it half read through,
The tear blinded his ee.

3

‘Go saddle to me my milk-white horse,
Go saddle it with speed;
For I maun ride to Lun[n]on town,
To answer for my head.’

4

‘Your will, your will, my lord Derntwater,
Your will before ye go;
For you will leave three dochters fair,
And a wife to wail and woe.’

5

‘My will, my will, my lady Derntwater?
Ye are my wedded wife;
Be kind, be kind to my dochters dear,
If I should lose my life.’

6

He set his ae fit on the grund,
The tither on the steed;
The ring upon his finger burst,
And his nose began to bleed.

7

He rode till he cam to Lunnon town,
To a place they ca Whiteha;
And a' the lords o merry England
A traitor him gan ca.

8

‘A traitor! a traitor! O what means this?
A traitor! what mean ye?’
‘It's a' for the keeping o five hundred men
To fecht for bonny Jamie.’

9

Then up started a gray-headed man,
Wi a braid axe in his hand:
‘Your life, your life, my lord Derntwater,
Your life's at my command.’

10

‘My life, my life, ye old gray-headed man,
My life I'll freely gie;
But before ye tak my life awa
Let me speak twa words or three.

11

‘I've fifty pounds in ae pocket,
Go deal it frae door to door;
I've fifty five i the other pocket,
Go gie it to the poor.

12

‘The velvet coat that I hae on,
Ye may tak it for your fee;
And a' ye lords o merry Scotland
Be kind to my ladie!’