Bold Burnet's Daughter
THE KING'S DOCHTER LADY JEAN—D
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a. Buchan's MSS, I, 120. b. The same, II, 141.
1
The lady's taen her mantle her middle about,
Into the woods she's gane,
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2
She hadna poud a flower o gude green-wood,
O never a flower but ane,
Till by he comes, an by he gangs,
Says, Lady, lat alane.
3
For I am forester o this wood,
And I hae power to pine
Your mantle or your maidenhead,
Which o the twa ye'll twine.
4
‘My mantle is o gude green silk,
Another I can card an spin;
But gin ye tak my maidenhead,
The like I'll never fin.’
5
He's taen her by the milk-white hand,
And by the grass-green sleeve,
And laid her low at the foot o a tree,
At her high kin spierd nae leave.
6
‘I am bold Burnet's ae daughter,
You might hae lat me be:’
‘And I'm bold Burnet's ae dear son,
Then dear! how can this dee?’
7
‘Ye lie, ye lie, ye jolly hind squire,
So loud's I hear you lie!
Bold Burnet has but ae dear son,
He's sailing on the sea.’
8
‘Yesterday, about this same time,
My bonny ship came to land;
I wish she'd sunken in the sea,
And never seen the strand!
9
‘Heal well this deed on me, lady,
Heal well this deed on me!’
‘Although I would heal it neer sae well,
Our God above does see.’
10
She's taen her mantle her middle about,
And mourning went she hame,
And a' the way she sighd full sair,
Crying, Am I to blame!
11
Ben it came her father dear,
Stout stepping on the flear:
‘Win up, win up, my daughter Janet,
And welcome your brother here.’
12
Up she's taen her milk-white hand,
Streakd by his yellow hair,
Then turnd about her bonny face,
And word spake never mair.
