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Lord Barnard
LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD—D
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There were four and twenty gentlemenA playing at the ba,
And lusty Lady Livingstone
Cuist her ee out oure them a'.
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She cuist her ee on Lord Barnard,He was baith black and broun;
She cuist her ee on Little Musgrave,
As bricht as the morning sun.
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‘What'll I gie ye, my Little Musgrave,
Ae nicht wi me to sleep?’
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‘Ae nicht wi you to sleep,’ he says,‘O that wad breed meikle strife;
For the ring on your white finger
Shows you Lord Barnard's wife.’
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‘O Lord Barnard he is gane frae hame,He'll na return the day;
He has tane wi him a purse o goud,
For he's gane hind away.’
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‘What will ye gie to me,’ he said,
‘Your council for to keep?’
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‘O goud sall be my little boy's fee,And silver sall be his hire;
But an I hear a word mair o this,
He sall burn in charcoal fire.’
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But the wylie foot-page to the stable went,Took out a milk-white steed,
And away, away, and away he rade,
Away wi meikle speed.
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It's whan he cam to the water-side,He smoothd his breist and swam,
And whan he cam to gerss growing,
He set down his feet and ran.
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‘Whan he cam to Lord Barnard's towrLord Barnard was at meat;
He said, ‘If ye kend as meikle as me,
It's little wad ye eat.’
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‘Are onie o my castles brunt?’ he says,‘Or onie my towrs won?
Or is my gay ladie broucht to bed,
Of a dochter or a son?’
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‘There is nane o your castles brunt,Nor nane o your towrs won;
Nor is your gay ladie broucht to bed,
Of a dochter or a son.
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‘But Little Musgrave, that gay young man,Is in bed wi your ladie,
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‘If this be true ye tell to me,It's goud sall be your fee;
But if it be fause ye tell to me,
I'se hang ye on a tree.’
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Whan they cam to yon water-side,They smoothd their breists and swam;
And whan they cam to gerss growing,
They set doun their feet and ran.
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‘How do ye like my sheets?’ he said,‘How do ye like my bed?
And how do ye like my gay ladie,
Wha's lying at your side?’
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‘O I do like your sheets,’ he said,‘Sae do I like your bed;
But mair do I like your gay ladie,
Wha's lying at my side.’
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‘Get up, get up, young man,’ he said,‘Get up as swith's ye can;
Let it never be said that Lord Barnard
Slew in bed a nakit man.’
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‘How do ye like his bluidy cheeks?Or how do ye like me?’
‘It's weill do I like his bluidy cheeks,
Mair than your haill bodie.’
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Then she has kissd his bluidy cheeks,It's oure and oure again,’
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