The English and Scottish Popular Ballads Edited by Francis James Child. |
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The Knicht o Archerdale
PROUD LADY MARGARET—D
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There cam a knicht to Archerdale,His steed was winder sma,
An there he spied a lady bricht,
Luikin owre her castle wa.
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‘Ye dinna seem a gentle knicht,Though on horseback ye do ride;
Ye seem to be some sutor's son,
Your butes they are sae wide.’
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‘Ye dinna seem a lady gay,Though ye be bound wi pride;
Else I'd gane bye your father's gate
But either taunt or gibe.’
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He turned aboot his hie horse head,An awa he was boun to ride,
But neatly wi her mouth she spak:
Oh bide, fine squire, oh bide.
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‘Bide, oh bide, ye hindy squire,Tell me mair o your tale;
Tell me some o that wondrous lied
Ye've learnt in Archerdale.
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‘What gaes in a speal?’ she said,‘What in a horn green?
An what gaes on a lady's head,
Whan it is washen clean?’
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‘Ale gaes in a speal,’ he said,‘Wine in a horn green;
An silk gaes on a lady's head,
Whan it is washen clean.’
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Aboot he turned his hie horse head,An awa he was boun to ride,
When neatly wi her mouth she spak:
Oh bide, fine squire, oh bide.
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‘Bide, oh bide, ye hindy squire,Tell me mair o your tale;
Tell me some o that unco lied
You've learnt in Archerdale.
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‘Ye are as like my ae britherAs ever I did see;
But he's been buried in yon kirkyaird
It's mair than years is three.’
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‘I am as like your ae britherAs ever ye did see;
But I canna get peace into my grave,
A' for the pride o thee.
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‘Leave pride, Janet, leave pride, Janet,Leave pride an vanitie;
If ye come the roads that I hae come,
Sair warned will ye be.
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‘Ye come in by yonder kirkWi the goud preens in your sleeve;
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You'll gie them a' thier leave.
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‘Ye come in to yonder kirkWi the goud plaits in your hair;
When you're bracht hame to yon kirkyaird,
You will them a' forbear.’
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He got her in her mither's bour,Puttin goud plaits in her hair;
He left her in her father's gairden,
Mournin her sins sae sair.
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