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Young Bondwell
YOUNG BEICHAN—M
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Young Bonwell was a squire's ae son,And a squire's ae son was he;
He went abroad to a foreign land,
To serve for meat and fee.
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He hadna been in that countryA twalmonth and a day,
Till he was cast in prison strong,
For the sake of a lovely may.
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‘O if my father get word of this,At hame in his ain country,
He'll send red gowd for my relief,
And a bag o white money.
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‘O gin an earl woud borrow me,At his bridle I woud rin;
Or gin a widow woud borrow me,
I'd swear to be her son.
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‘Or gin a may woud borrow me,I'd wed her wi a ring,
Infeft her wi the ha's and bowers
O the bonny towers o Linne.’
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But it fell ance upon a dayDame Essels she thought lang,
And she is to the jail-house door,
To hear Young Bondwell's sang.
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‘Sing on, sing on, my bonny Bondwell,The sang ye sang just now:’
‘I never sang the sang, lady,
But I woud war 'ton you.
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‘O gin my father get word o this,At hame in his ain country,
He'll send red gowd for my relief,
And a bag o white money.
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‘O gin an earl woud borrow me,At his bridle I woud rin;
Or gin a widow would borrow me,
I'd swear to be her son.
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‘Or gin a may woud borrow me,I woud wed her wi a ring,
Infeft her wi the ha's and bowers
O the bonny towers o Linne.’
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She's stole the keys o the jail-house door,Where under the bed they lay;
She's opend to him the jail-house door,
And set Young Bondwell free.
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She gae'm a steed was swift in need,A saddle o royal ben,
A hunder pund o pennies round,
Bade him gae roav an spend.
13
A couple o hounds o ae litter,And Cain they ca'd the one;
Twa gay gos-hawks she gae likeways,
To keep him onthought lang.
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When mony days were past and gane,Dame Essels thought fell lang,
And she is to her lonely bower,
To shorten her wi a sang.
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The sang had such a melody,It lulld her fast asleep;
Up starts a woman, clad in green,
And stood at her bed-feet.
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‘Win up, win up, Dame Essels,’ she says,‘This day ye sleep ower lang;
The morn is the squire's wedding day,
In the bonny towers o Linne.
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‘Ye'll dress yoursell in the robes o green,Your maids in robes sae fair,
And ye'll put girdles about their middles,
Sae costly, rich and rare.
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‘Ye'll take your maries alang wi you,Till ye come to yon strand;
There ye'll see a ship, wi sails all up,
Come sailing to dry land.
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‘Ye'll take a wand into your hand,Ye'll stroke her round about,
And ye'll take God your pilot to be,
To drown ye'll take nae doubt.’
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Then up it raise her Dame Essels,Sought water to wash her hands,
But aye the faster that she washd,
The tears they trickling ran.
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Then in it came her father dear,And in the floor steps he:
‘What ails Dame Essels, my daughter dear,
Ye weep sae bitterlie?
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‘Want ye a small fish frae the flood,Or turtle frae the sea?
Or is there man in a' my realm
This day has offended thee?’
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‘I want nae small fish frae the flood,Nor turtle frae the sea;
But Young Bondwell, your ain prisoner,
This day has offended me.’
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Her father turnd him round about,A solemn oath sware he:
‘If this be true ye tell me now
High hanged he shall be.
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‘To-morrow morning he shall beHung high upon a tree:’
Dame Essels whisperd to hersel,
‘Father, ye've made a lie.’
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She dressd hersel in robes o green,Her maids in robes sae fair,
Wi gowden girdles round their middles,
Sae costly, rich and rare.
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She's taen her mantle her about,A maiden in every hand;
They saw a ship, wi sails a' up,
Come sailing to dry land.
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She's taen a wand intill her hand,And stroked her round about,
And she's taen God her pilot to be,
To drown she took nae doubt.
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So they saild on, and further on,Till to the water o Tay;
There they spied a bonny little boy,
Was watering his steeds sae gay.
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‘What news, what news, my little boy,What news hae ye to me?
Are there any weddings in this place,
Or any gaun to be?’
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‘There is a wedding in this place,A wedding very soon;
The morn's the young squire's wedding day,
In the bonny towers of Linne.’
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O then she walked alang the wayTo see what coud be seen,
And there she saw the proud porter,
Drest in a mantle green.
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‘What news, what news, porter?’ she said,‘What news hae ye to me?
Are there any weddings in this place,
Or any gaun to be?’
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‘There is a wedding in this place,A wedding very soon;
The morn is Young Bondwell's wedding day,
The bonny squire o Linne.’
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‘Gae to your master, porter,’ she said,‘Gae ye right speedilie;
Bid him come and speak wi a maid
That wishes his face to see.’
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The porter's up to his master gane,Fell low down on his knee;
‘Win up, win up, my porter,’ he said,
‘Why bow ye low to me?’
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‘I hae been porter at your yettsThese thirty years and three,
But fairer maids than's at them now
My eyes did never see.
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‘The foremost she is drest in green,The rest in fine attire,
Wi gowden girdles round their middles,
Well worth a sheriff's hire.’
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Then out it speaks Bondwell's own bride,Was a' gowd to the chin;
‘They canno be fairer thereout,’ she says,
‘Than we that are therein.’
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‘There is a difference, my dame,’ he said,‘'Tween that ladye's colour and yours;
As much difference as you were a stock,
She o the lily flowers.’
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Then out it speaks him Young Bondwell,An angry man was he:
‘Cast up the yetts baith wide an braid,
These ladies I may see.’
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Quickly up stairs Dame Essel's gane,Her maidens next her wi;
Then said the bride, This lady's face
Shows the porter's tauld nae lie.
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The lady unto Bondwell spake,These words pronounced she:
O hearken, hearken, fause Bondwell,
These words that I tell thee.
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Is this the way ye keep your vowsThat ye did make to me,
When your feet were in iron fetters,
Ae foot ye coudna flee?
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I stole the keys o the jail-house doorFrae under the bed they lay,
And opend up the jail-house door,
Set you at liberty.
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Gae you a steed was swift in need,A saddle o royal ben,
A hunder pund o pennies round,
Bade you gae rove an spend.
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A couple o hounds o ae litter,Cain they ca'ed the ane,
Twa gay gos-hawks as swift's eer flew,
To keep you onthought lang.
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But since this day ye've broke your vow,For which ye're sair to blame,
And since nae mair I'll get o you,
O Cain, will ye gae hame?
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‘O Cain! O Cain!’ the lady cried,And Cain did her ken;
They baith flappd round the lady's knee,
Like a couple o armed men.
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He's to his bride wi hat in hand,And haild her courteouslie:
‘Sit down by me, my bonny Bondwell,
What makes this courtesie?’
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‘An asking, asking, fair lady,An asking ye'll grant me;’
‘Ask on, ask on, my bonny Bondwell,
What may your askings be?’
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‘Five hundred pounds to you I'll gie,Of gowd an white monie,
If ye'll wed John, my ain cousin;
He looks as fair as me.’
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‘Keep well your monie, Bondwell,’ she said,‘Nae monie I ask o thee;
Your cousin John was my first love,
My husband now he's be.’
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Bondwell was married at morning ear,John in the afternoon;
Dame Essels is lady ower a' the bowers
And the high towers o Linne.
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