The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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LADY DIAMOND—C
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There was a king, and a glorious king,And a king of mickle fame,
And he had daughters only one,
Lady Dysmal was her name.
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He had a boy, and a kitchen-boy,A boy of mickle scorn,
And she lovd him lang, and she loved him aye,
Till the grass oergrew the corn.
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When twenty weeks were gone and past,O she began to greet!
Her petticoat grew short before,
And her stays they wadna meet.
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It fell upon a winter's nightThe king could get nae rest;
He came unto his daughter dear,
Just like a wandring ghaist.
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He cam into her bed-chalmer,And drew the curtains round:
‘What aileth thee, my daughter dear?
I fear you've gotten wrong.’
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‘O if I have, despise me not,For he is all my joy;
I will forsake baith dukes and earls,
And marry your kitchen-boy.’
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‘Go call to me my merry men all,By thirty and by three;
Go call to me my kitchen-boy,
We'll murder him secretlie.’
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There was nae din that could be heard,And neer a word was said,
Till they got him baith fast and sure
Between twa feather-beds.
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‘Go cut the heart out of his breast,And put it in a cup of gold,
And present it to his Dysmal dear,
For she is baith stout and bold.’
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They've cut the heart out of his breast,And put it in a cup of gold,
And presented it to his Dysmal dear,
Who was baith stout and bold.
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‘O come to me, my hinney, my heart,O come to me, my joy!
O come to me, my hinney, my heart
My father's kitchen-boy!’
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She's taen the cup out of their hands,And set it at her bed-head;
She washd it wi the tears that fell from her eyes,
And next morning she was dead.
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‘O where were ye, my merry men all,Whom I paid meat and wage,
Ye didna hold my cruel hand
When I was in my rage?
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‘For gone is a' my heart's delight,And gone is a' my joy;
For my dear Dysmal she is dead,
And so is my kitchen-boy.’
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