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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Giles Collins and Proud Lady Anna

LADY ALICE—B

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Gammer Gurton's Garland, p. 38, ed. 1810.

1

Giles Collins he said to his old mother,
Mother, come bind up my head,
And send to the parson of our parish,
For tomorrow I shall be dead. dead,
For tomorrow I shall be dead.

2

His mother she made him some water-gruel,
And stirrd it round with a spoon;
Giles Collins he ate up his water-gruel,
And died before 'twas noon.

3

Lady Anna was sitting at her window,
Mending her night-robe and coif;
She saw the very prettiest corpse
She'd seen in all her life.

4

‘What bear ye there, ye six strong men,
Upon your shoulders so high?’
‘We bear the body of Giles Collins,
Who for love of you did die.’

5

‘Set him down, set him down,’ Lady Anna she cry'd,
‘On the grass that grows so green;
Tomorrow, before the clock strikes ten,
My body shall lye by hisn.’

6

Lady Anna was buried in the east,
Giles Collins was buried in the west;
There grew a lilly from Giles Collins
That touchd Lady Anna's breast.

7

There blew a cold north-easterly wind,
And cut this lilly in twain,
Which never there was seen before,
And it never will again.