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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Bonny Lass o Englessie's Dance

THE BONNY LASS OF ANGLESEY—B

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Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 63.

1

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.

2

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.’

3

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?

4

‘Five good ploughs but and a mill
I'll give you till the day ye die;
The bravest knight in all my court,
I'll give, your husband for to be.’

5

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.

6

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.

7

He sware his feet should be his dead
Before he lost the victorie;
He danc'd full fast, but tired at last,
And gae it up as shamefullie.