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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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THE EARL OF ABOYNE—G

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Motherwell's MS., p. 131.

1

The Earl Aboyne to London has gane,
And all his nobles with him;
For a' the braw ribbands he wore at his hat,
He has left his lady behind him.

2

She's called on her little foot-page,
And Jean, her gentlewoman;
Said, Fill to me a full pint of wine,
And I'll drink it at my lord's coming.

3

‘You're welcome, you're welcome, you're welcome,’ she says,
‘You're welcome home from London!’
‘If I be welcome as you now say,
Come kiss me, my bonnie Peggy Irvine.

4

‘Come kiss me, come kiss me, my lady,’ he says,
‘Come kiss me for my coming,
For the morn should hae been my wedding-day,
Had I staid any longer in London.’

5

She turned about with an angry look,
Said, Woe's me for your coming!
If the morn should hae been your weddingday,
Go back to your whore in London.

6

He's called on his little foot-page,
Said, Saddle both sure and swiftly,
And I'l away to the Bogs o the Gay,
And speak wi the Marquis o Huntly.

7

She has called on her little foot-page,
Said, See if he'll take me with him;
And he shall hae nae mair cumber o me
But nysell and my servant-woman.

8

‘O London streets they are too strait,
They are not for a woman,
And it is too low to ride in coach wi me
With your humble servant-woman.’

9

He had not been at the Bogs o the Gay,
Nor yet his horse was baited,
Till a boy with a letter came to his hand
That his lady was lying streekit.

10

‘O woe! O woe! O woe!’ he says,
‘O woe's me for my coming!
I had rather lost the Bogs o the Gay
Or I'd lost my bonny Peggy Irvine.

11

‘O woe! O woe! O woe!’ he said,
‘O woe to the Marquis o Huntly,
Gard the Earl of Aboyne prove very unkind
To a good and a dutiful lady!’