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Lord William
YOUNG HUNTING—E
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Scott's Minstrelsy, III, 265, 1803, communicated by James Hogg, from the recitation of his mother (Motherwell).
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Lord William was the bravest knightThat dwalt in fair Scotland,
And, though renowned in France and Spain,
Fell by a ladie's hand.
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As she was walking maid alone,Down by yon shady wood,
She heard a smit o bridle reins,
She wishd might be for good.
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‘Come to my arms, my dear Willie,You're welcome hame to me;
To best o chear and charcoal red,
And candle burnin free.’
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‘I winna light, I darena light,Nor come to your arms at a';
A fairer maid than ten o you
I'll meet at Castle-law.’
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‘A fairer maid than me, Willie?A fairer maid than me?
A fairer maid than ten o me
Your eyes did never see.’
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He louted owr his saddle-lapTo kiss her ere they part,
And wi a little keen bodkin,
She pierced him to the heart.
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‘Ride on, ride on, Lord William now,As fast as ye can dree;
Your bonny lass at Castle-law
Will weary you to see.’
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Out up then spake a bonny bird,Sat high upon a tree:
‘How could you kill that noble lord?
He came to marry thee.’
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‘Come down, come down, my bonny bird,And eat bread aff my hand;
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Whar now it's but the wand.’
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‘Keep ye your cage o goud, lady,And I will keep my tree;
As ye hae done to Lord William,
Sae wad ye do to me.’
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She set her foot on her door-step,A bonny marble stane,
And carried him to her chamber,
Oer him to make her mane.
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And she has kept that good lord's corpseThree quarters of a year,
Until that word began to spread;
Then she began to fear.
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Then she cryed on her waiting-maid,Ay ready at her ca:
‘There is a knight into my bower,
'Tis time he were awa.’
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The ane has taen him by the head,The ither by the feet,
And thrown him in the wan water,
That ran baith wide and deep.
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‘Look back, look back, now, lady fair,On him that loed ye weel;
A better man than that blue corpse
Neer drew a sword of steel.’
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