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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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The Carpenter's Wife

JAMES HARRIS (THE DÆMON LOVER)—D

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Kinloch MSS, I, 297; from the recitation of T. Kinnear, Stonehaven.

1

O whare hae ye been, my dearest dear,
These seven lang years and more?’
‘O I am come to seek my former vows,
That ye promisd me before.’

2

‘Awa wi your former vows,’ she says,
‘Or else ye will breed strife;
Awa wi your former vows,’ she says,
‘For I'm become a wife.

3

‘I am married to a ship-carpenter,
A ship-carpenter he's bound;
I wadna he kend my mind this nicht
For twice five hundred pound.’
[OMITTED]

4

She has put her foot on gude ship-board,
And on ship-board she's gane,
And the veil that hung oure her face
Was a' wi gowd begane.

5

She had na sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely twa,
Till she did mind on the husband she left,
And her wee young son alsua.

6

‘O haud your tongue, my dearest dear,
Let all your follies abee;
I'll show whare the white lillies grow,
On the banks of Italie.’

7

She had na sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,
Till grim, grim grew his countenance,
And gurly grew the sea.

8

‘O haud your tongue, my dearest dear,
Let all your follies abee;
I'll show whare the white lillies grow,
In the bottom of the sea.’

9

He's tane her by the milk-white hand,
And he's thrown her in the main;
And full five-and-twenty hundred ships
Perishd all on the coast of Spain.