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Burd Isbel and Sir Patrick
BURD ISABEL AND EARL PATRICK—B
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Take warning, a' ye young women,Of low station or hie,
Lay never your love upon a man
Above your ain degree.
2
Thus I speak by Burd Isbel;She was a maid sae fair,
She laid her love on Sir Patrick,
She'll rue it for evermair.
3
And likewise, a' ye sprightly youths,Of low station or hie,
Lay never your love upon a maid
Below your ain degree.
4
And thus I speak by Sir Patrick,Who was a knight sae rare;
He's laid his love on Burd Isbel,
He'll rue it for evermair.
5
Burd Isbel was but ten years auld,To service she has gane;
And Burd Isbel was but fifeteen
Whan her young son came hame.
6
It fell ance upon a dayStrong travelling took she;
None there was her bower within
But Sir Patrick and she.
7
‘This is a wark now, Sir Patrick,That we twa neer will end;
Ye'll do you to the outer court
And call some women in.’
8
He's done him to the outer court,And stately there did stand;
Eleven ladies he's calld in,
Wi ae shake o his hand.
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‘Be favourable to Burd Isbel,Deal favourable if ye may;
Her kirking and her fair wedding
Shall baith stand on ae day.
10
‘Deal favourable to Burd Isbel,Whom I love as my life;
Ere this day month be come and gane,
She's be my wedded wife.’
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Then he is on to his father,Fell low down on his knee;
Says, Will I marry Burd Isbel?
She's born a son to me.
12
‘O marry, marry Burd Isbel,Or use her as ye like;
Ye'll gar her wear the silks sae red
And sae may ye the white.
O woud ye marry Burd Isbel,
Make her your heart's delight?
13
‘You want not lands nor rents, Patrick,You know your fortune's free;
But ere you'd marry Burd Isbel
I'd rather bury thee.
14
‘Ye'll build a bower for Burd Isbel,And set it round wi sand;
Make as much mirth in Isbel's bower
As ony in a' the land.’
15
Then he is to his mother gane,Fell low down on his knee:
‘O shall I marry Burd Isbel?
She's born a son to me.’
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‘O marry, marry Burd Isbel,Or use her as ye like;
Ye'll gar her wear the silks sae red,
And sae may ye the white.
O would ye marry Burd Isbel,
Make her wi me alike?
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‘You want not lands and rents, Patrick,You know your fortune's free;
But ere you marry Burd Isbel
I'd rather bury thee.
18
‘Ye'll build a bower to Burd Isbel,And set it round wi glass;
Make as much mirth in Isbel's bower
As ony in a' the place.’
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He's done him down thro ha, thro ha,Sae has he in thro bower;
The tears ran frae his twa grey eyes,
And loot them fast down pour.
20
‘My father and my mother baithTo age are coming on;
When they are dead and buried baith,
Burd Isbel I'll bring home.’
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The words that passd atween these twaOught never to be spoken;
The vows that passd atween these twa
Ought never to be broken.
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Says he, If I another court,Or wed another wife,
May eleven devils me attend
At the end-day o my life.
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But his father he soon did die,His mother nae lang behind;
But Sir Patrick of Burd Isbel
He now had little mind.
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It fell ance upon a day,As she went out to walk,
And there she saw him Sir Patrick,
Going wi his hound and hawk.
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‘Stay still, stay still, now Sir Patrick,O stay a little wee,
And think upon the fair promise
Last year ye made to me.
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‘Now your father's dead, kind sir,And your mother the same;
Yet nevertheless now, Sir Patrick,
Ye're nae bringing me hame.’
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‘If the morn be a pleasant day,I mean to sail the sea,
To spend my time in fair England,
All for a month or three.’
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He hadna been in fair EnglandA month but barely ane
Till he forgot her Burd Isbel,
The mother of his son.
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Some time he spent in fair England,And when returnd again
He laid his love on a duke's daughter,
And he has brought her hame.
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Now he's forgot his first true loveHe ance lovd ower them a';
But now the devil did begin
To work between them twa.
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When Sir Patrick he was wed,And all set down to dine,
Upon his first love, Burd Isbel,
A thought ran in his mind.
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He calld upon his gude grand-auntTo come right speedilie;
Says, Ye'll gae on to Burd Isbel,
Bring my young son to me.
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She's taen her mantle her about,Wi gowd gloves on her hand,
And she is on to Burd Isbel,
As fast as she coud gang.
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She haild her high, she haild her low,With stile in great degree:
‘O busk, O busk your little young son,
For he maun gang wi me.’
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‘I woud fain see the one,’ she said,‘O low station or hie,
Woud take the bairn frae my foot,
For him I bowed my knee.
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‘I woud fain see the one,’ she said,‘O low station or mean,
Woud take the bairn frae my foot
Whom I own to be mine.’
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Then she has done her hame again,As fast as gang coud she;
‘Present,’ said he, ‘my little young son,
For him I wish to see.’
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‘Burd Isbel's a bauld woman,’ she said,‘As eer I yet spake wi;’
But sighing said him Sir Patrick,
She ne'er was bauld to me.
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But he's dressd in his best array,His gowd rod in his hand,
And he is to Burd Isbel's bower,
As fast as he coud gang.
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‘O how is this, Burd Isbel,’ he said,‘So ill ye've used me?
What gart you anger my gude grand-aunt,
That I did send to thee?’
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‘If I hae angerd your gude grand-aunt,O then sae lat it be;
I said naething to your gude grand-aunt
But what I'll say to thee.
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‘Iwoud fain see the one, I said,O low station or hie,
Wha woud take this bairn frae my foot,
For him I bowed the knee.
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‘I woud fain see the one, I said,O low station or mean,
Woud take this bairn frae my foot
Whom I own to be mine.’
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‘O if I had some counsellers here,And clerks to seal the band,
I woud infeft your son this day
In third part o my land.’
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‘I hae two couzins, Scottish clerks,Wi bills into their hand,
An ye'll infeft my son this day
In third part o your land.’
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Then he calld in her Scottish clerks,Wi bills into their hand,
And he's infeft his son that day
The third part o his land.
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To ane o these young clerks she spoke,Clerk John it was his name;
Says, Of my son I gie you charge
Till I return again.
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‘Ye'll take here my son, clerk John,Learn him to dance and sing,
And I will to some unco land,
Drive love out of my mind.
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‘And ye'll take here my son, clerk John,Learn him to hunt the roe,
And I will to some unco land;
Now lat Sir Patrick go.
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‘But I'll cause this knight at church-door stand;For a' his noble train;
For selling o his precious soul
Dare never come farther ben.’
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