The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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253
WILLIE'S LYKE-WAKE—E
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a. Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, II, 51. b. Christie, Traditional Ballad Airs, I, 122.
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‘If my love loves me, she lets me not know,That is a dowie chance;
I wish that I the same could do,
Tho my love were in France, France,
Tho my love were in France.
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‘O lang think I, and very lang,And lang think I, I true;
But lang and langer will I think
Or my love o me rue.
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‘I will write a broad letter,And write it sae perfite,
That an she winna o me rue,
I'll bid her come to my lyke.’
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Then he has written a broad letter,And seald it wi his hand,
And sent it on to his true love,
As fast as boy could gang.
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When she looked the letter upon,A light laugh then gae she;
But ere she read it to an end,
The tear blinded her ee.
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‘O saddle to me a steed, father,O saddle to me a steed;
For word is come to me this night,
That my true love is dead.’
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‘The steeds are in the stable, daughter,The keys are casten by;
Ye cannot won to-night, daughter,
To-morrow ye'se won away.’
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She has cut aff her yellow locks,A little aboon her ee,
And she is on to Willie's lyke,
As fast as gang could she.
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As she gaed ower yon high hill head,She saw a dowie light;
It was the candles at Willie's lyke,
And torches burning bright.
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Three o Willie's eldest brothersWere making for him a bier;
One half o it was gude red gowd,
The other siller clear.
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Three o Willie's eldest sistersWere making for him a sark;
The one half o it was cambric fine,
The other needle wark.
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Out spake the youngest o his sisters,As she stood on the fleer:
How happy would our brother been,
If ye'd been sooner here!
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She lifted up the green covering,And gae him kisses three;
Then he lookd up into her face,
The blythe blink in his ee.
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O then he started to his feet,And thus to her said he:
Fair Annie, since we're met again,
Parted nae mair we'se be.
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