Perthshire Tredgey
THE TWA BROTHERS—H
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From a copy formerly in the possession
of Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe.
“Copied 1823” is endorsed on
the sheet (in the hand which made an insertion in st. 11)
and crossed out.
1
Two pretty boys lived in the North,
The went to the school so rare;
The one unto the other said,
We'll try some battle of war.
2
The worselaid up, the worselaid down,
Till John lay on the ground;
A pen-knife out of William's pocket
Gave John a deadly wound.
3
‘O is it for my gold?’ he said,
‘Or for my rich monie?
Or is it for my land sa broad,
That you have killed me?’
4
‘It's neither for your gold,’ he said,
‘Or for your rich monie,
But it is for your land sa broad
That I have killed thee.’
5
‘You'll take [me] up upon your back,
Carry me to Wastlen kirk-yard;
You'ill houk a hole large and deep,
And lay my body there.
6
‘You'll put a good stone ou my head,
Another at my feet,
A good green turf upon my breast,
That the sounder I m[a]y sleep.
7
‘And if my father chance to ask
What's come of your brother John,
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8
‘What blood is this upon your coat?
I pray come tell to me;’
‘It is the blood of my grey hound,
It would not run for me.’
9
‘The blood of your greyhound was near so red,
I pray come tell to me;’
‘It is the blood of my black horse,
It would not hunt for me.’
10
‘The blood of your black horse was near so red,
I pray come tell to me;’
‘It is the blood of my brother John,
Since better canna be.’
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11
He put his foot upon a ship,
Saying, I am gane our the sea;
‘O when will you come back again,
I pray come tell to me.’
12
‘When the sun and the moon passes over the broom,
That ['s] the day you'll never see.’
