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Young Musgrave
LITTLE MUSGRAVE AND LADY BARNARD—E
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Four and twenty gay ladiesWere playing at the ba,
And [out] came Lord Barnaby's lady,
The fairest o them a'.
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She coost her eyes on Little Musgrave,And he on her again;
She coost her eyes on Little Musgrave,
As they twa lovers had been.
3
‘I have a hall in Mulberry,It stands baith strong and tight;
If you will go to there with me,
I'll lye with you all night.’
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‘To lye with you, madam,’ he says,‘Will breed both sturt and strife;
I see by the rings on your fingers
You are Lord Barnaby's wife.’
5
‘Lord Barnaby's to the hunting gone,And far out oer the hill,
And he will not return again
Till the evening tide untill.’
6
They were not well lain down,Nor yet well fallen asleep,
Till up started Lord Barnaby's boy,
Just up at their bed-feet.
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She took out a little penknife,Which hung down low by her gair:
‘If you do not my secret keep,
A word ye's neer speak mair.’
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The laddie gae a blythe leer look,A blythe leer look gave he,
And he's away to Lord Barnaby,
As fast as he can hie.
9
‘If these tidings binna true,These tidings ye tell to me,
A gallows-tree I'll gar be made
And hanged ye shall be.
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‘But if these tidings are true,These tidings ye tell me,
The fairest lady in a' my court
I'll gar her marry thee.’
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He's taen out a little horn,He blew baith loud and sma,
And aye the turning o the tune
‘Away, Musgrave, awa!’
12
They were not well lain down,Nor yet well fallen asleep,
Till up started Lord Barnaby,
Just up at their bed-feet.
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‘O how like ye my blankets, Musgrave?And how like ye my sheets?
And how like ye my gay lady,
So sound in your arms that sleeps?’
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‘Weel I like your blankets, Sir,And far better yere sheets;
And better far yere gay lady,
So sound in my arms that sleeps.’
15
‘Get up, get up, now, Little Musgrave,And draw to hose and sheen;
It's neer be said in my country
I'd fight a naked man.
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‘There is two swords into my house,And they cost me right dear;
Take you the best, and I the worst,
I'll fight the battle here.’
17
The first stroke that Lord Barnaby gave,It was baith deep and sore;
The next stroke that Lord Barnaby gave,
A word he never spoke more.
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He's taen out a rappier then,He's struck it in the straw,
And thro and thro his lady's sides
He gard the cauld steel gae.
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‘I am not sae wae for Little Musgrave,As he lys cauld and dead;
But I'm right wae for his lady,
For she'll gae witless wud.
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‘I'm not sae wae for my lady,For she lies cauld and dead;
But I'm right wae for my young son,
Lies sprawling in her blood.’
21
First crew the black cock,And next crew the sparrow;
And what the better was Lord Barnaby?
He was hanged on the morrow.
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