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 | The English and Scottish Popular Ballads |  |
72
We were sisters, we were seven
GIL BRENTON—C
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Cromek's Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song, p. 207. “From the recital of a peasant-woman of Galloway, upwards of ninety years of age.”
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We were sisters, we were seven,We were the fairest under heaven.
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And it was a' our seven years warkTo sew our father's seven sarks.
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And whan our seven years wark was done,We laid it out upo the green.
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We coost the lotties us amang,Wha wad to the greenwood gang,
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To pu the lily but and the rose,To strew witha' our sisters' bowers.
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[OMITTED] I was youngest,[OMITTED] my weer was hardest.
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And to the greenwood I bud gae,[OMITTED]
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There I met a handsome childe,[OMITTED]
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High-coled stockings and laigh-coled shoon,He bore him like a king's son.
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An was I weel, or was I wae,He keepit me a' the simmer day.
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An though I for my hame-gaun sich[t],He keepit me a' the simmer night.
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He gae to me a gay gold ring,And bade me keep it aboon a' thing.
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He gae to me a cuttie knife,And bade me keep it as my life:
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Three lauchters o his yellow hair,For fear we wad neer meet mair.
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Next there came shippes three,To carry a' my bridal fee.
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Gowd were the beaks, the sails were silk,Wrought wi maids' hands like milk.
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They came toom and light to me,But heavie went they waie frae me.
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They were fu o baken bread,They were fu of wine sae red.
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My dowry went a' by the sea,But I gaed by the grenewode tree.
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An I sighed and made great mane,As thro the grenewode we rade our lane.
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An I ay siched an wiped my ee,That eer the grenewode I did see.
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‘Is there water in your glove,Or win into your shoe?
O[r] am I oer low a foot-page
To rin by you, ladie?’
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‘O there's nae water in my glove,Nor win into my shoe;
But I am maning for my mither
Wha's far awa frae me.’
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‘Gin ye be a maiden fair,Meikle gude ye will get there.
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‘If ye be a maiden but,Meikle sorrow will ye get.
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‘For seven king's daughters he hath wedded,But never wi ane o them has bedded.
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‘He cuts the breasts frae their breast-bane,An sends them back unto their dame.
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‘He sets their backs unto the saddle,An sends them back unto their father.
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‘But be ye maiden or be ye nane,To the gowden chair ye draw right soon.
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‘But be ye leman or be ye maiden,Sit nae down till ye be bidden.’
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Was she maiden or was she nane,To the gowden chair she drew right soon.
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Was she leman or was she maiden,She sat down ere she was bidden.
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Out then spake the lord's mother;Says, ‘This is not a maiden fair.
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‘In that chair nae leal maidenEer sits down till they be bidden.’
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The Billie Blin then outspake he,As he stood by the fair ladie.
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‘The bonnie may is tired wi riding,Gaurd her sit down ere she was bidden.’
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But on her waiting-maid she ca'd:‘Fair ladie, what's your will wi me?’
‘O ye maun gie yere maidenheid
This night to an unco lord for me.’
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‘I hae been east, I hae been west,I hae been far beyond the sea,
But ay, by grenewode or by bower,
I hae keepit my virginitie.
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‘But will it for my ladie plead,I'll gie't this night to an unco lord.’
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When bells were rung an vespers sung,An men in sleep were locked soun,
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Childe Branton and the waiting-maidInto the bridal bed were laid.
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‘O lie thee down, my fair ladie,Here are a' things meet for thee;
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‘Here's a bolster for yere head,Here is sheets an comelie weids.’
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‘Now tell to me, ye Billie Blin,If this fair dame be a leal maiden.’
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‘I wat she is as leal a wightAs the moon shines on in a simmer night.
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‘I wat she is as leal a mayAs the sun shines on in a simmer day.
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‘But your bonnie bride's in her bower,Dreeing the mither's trying hour.’
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Then out o his bridal bed he sprang,An into his mither's bower he ran.
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‘O mither kind, O mither dear,This is nae a maiden fair.
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‘The maiden I took to my brideHas a bairn atween her sides.
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‘The maiden I took to my bowerIs dreeing the mither's trying hour.’
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Then to the chamber his mother flew,And to the wa the door she threw.
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She stapt at neither bolt nor ban,Till to that ladie's bed she wan.
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Says, ‘Ladie fair, sae meek an mild,Wha is the father o yere child?’
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‘O mither dear,’ said that ladie,‘I canna tell gif I sud die.
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‘We were sisters, we were seven,We were the fairest under heaven.
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‘And it was a' our seven years warkTo sew our father's seven sarks.
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‘And whan our seven years wark was done,We laid it out upon the green.
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‘We coost the lotties us amang,Wha wad to the greenwode gang;
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‘To pu the lily but an the rose,To strew witha' our sisters' bowers.
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[OMITTED] ‘I was youngest,[OMITTED] my weer was hardest.
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‘And to the greenwode I bu[d] gae.[OMITTED]
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‘There I met a handsome childe,[OMITTED]
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‘Wi laigh-coled stockings and high-coled shoon,He seemed to be some king's son.
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‘And was I weel or was I wae,He keepit me a' the simmer day.
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‘Though for my hame-gaun I oft sicht,He keepit me a' the simmer night.
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‘He gae to me a gay gold ring,An bade me keep it aboon a' thing;
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‘Three lauchters o his yellow hair,For fear that we suld neer meet mair.
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‘O mither, if ye'll believe nae me,Break up the coffer, an there ye'll see.’
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An ay she coost, an ay she flang,Till her ain gowd ring came in her hand.
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And scarce aught i the coffer she left,Till she gat the knife wi the siller heft,
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Three lauchters o his yellow hair,Knotted wi ribbons dink and rare.
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She cried to her son, ‘Where is the ringYour father gave me at our wooing,
An I gae you at your hunting?
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‘What did ye wi the cuttie knife,I bade ye keep it as yere life?’
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‘O haud yere tongue, my mither dear;I gae them to a lady fair.
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‘I wad gie a' my lands and rents,I had that ladie within my brents.
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‘I wad gie a' my lands an towers,I had that ladie within my bowers.’
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‘Keep still yere lands, keep still yere rents;Ye hae that ladie within yere brents.
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‘Keep still yere lands, keep still yere towers;Ye hae that lady within your bowers.’
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Then to his ladie fast ran he,An low he kneeled on his knee.
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‘O tauk ye up my son,’ said he,‘An, mither, tent my fair ladie.
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‘O wash him purely i the milk,And lay him saftly in the silk.
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‘An ye maun bed her very soft,For I maun kiss her wondrous oft.’
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It was weel written on his breast-baneChilde Branton was the father's name.
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It was weel written on his right handHe was the heir o his daddie's land.
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