The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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THE BONNY LASS OF ANGLESEY
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The Bonny Lass of Anglesey
THE BONNY LASS OF ANGLESEY—A
1
Our king he has a secret to tell,And ay well keepit it must be:
The English lords are coming down
To dance and win the victory.
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Our king has cry'd a noble cry,And ay well keepit it must be:
‘Gar saddle ye, and bring to me
The bonny lass of Anglesey.’
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Up she starts, as white as the milk,Between him and his company:
What is the thing I hae to ask,
If I sould win the victory?’
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‘Fifteen ploughs but and a millI gie thee till the day thou die,
And the fairest knight in a' my court
To chuse thy husband for to be.’
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She's taen the fifteen lord[s] by the hand,Saying, ‘Will ye come dance with me?’
But on the morn at ten o'clock
They gave it oer most shamefully.
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Up then rais the fifteenth lord —I wat an angry man was he —
Laid by frae him his belt and sword,
And to the floor gaed manfully.
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He said, ‘My feet shall be my deadBefore she win the victory;’
But before 't was ten o'clock at night
He gaed it oer as shamefully.
The Bonny Lass o Englessie's Dance
THE BONNY LASS OF ANGLESEY—B
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Word has gane thro a' this land,And O well noticed it maun be!
The English lords are coming down
To dance and gain the victorie.
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The king has made a noble cry,And well attended it maun be:
‘Come saddle ye, and bring to me
The bonny lass o Englessie.’
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She started up, a' dress'd in white,Between him and his companie;
Said, What will ye gie, my royal liege,
If I will dance this dance for thee?
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‘Five good ploughs but and a millI'll give you till the day ye die;
The bravest knight in all my court,
I'll give, your husband for to be.’
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She's taen the first lord by the hand,Says, ‘Ye'll rise up and dance wi me;’
But she made a' these lords fifeteen
To gie it up right shamefullie.
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Then out it speaks a younger lord,Says, ‘Fye for shame! how can this be?’
He loosd his brand frae aff his side,
Likewise his buckler frae his knee.
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He sware his feet should be his deadBefore he lost the victorie;
He danc'd full fast, but tired at last,
And gae it up as shamefullie.
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