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Fa'se Footrage
FAUSE FOODRAGE—A
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King Easter has courted her for her gowd,King Wester for her fee,
King Honor for her lands sae braid,
And for her fair body.
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They had not been four months married,As I have heard them tell,
Until the nobles of the land
Against them did rebel.
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And they cast kaivles them amang,And kaivles them between,
And they cast kaivles them amang
Wha shoud gae kill the king.
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O some said yea, and some said nay,Their words did not agree;
Till up it gat him Fa'se Footrage,
And sware it should be he.
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When bells were rung, and mass was sung.And a' man boon to bed,
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In a hie chamer were laid.
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Then up it raise him Fa'se Footrage,While a' were fast asleep,
And slew the porter in his lodge,
That watch and ward did keep.
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O four and twenty silver keysHang hie upon a pin,
And ay as a door he did unlock,
He has fastend it him behind.
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Then up it raise him King Honor,Says, What means a' this din!
Now what's the matter, Fa'se Footrage?
O wha was't loot you in?
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‘O ye my errand well shall learnBefore that I depart;’
Then drew a knife baith lang and sharp
And pierced him thro the heart.
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Then up it got the Queen hersell,And fell low down on her knee:
‘O spare my life now, Fa'se Footrage!
For I never injured thee.
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‘O spare my life now, Fa'se Footrage!Until I lighter be,
And see gin it be lad or lass
King Honor has left me wi.’
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‘O gin it be a lass,’ he says,‘Well nursed she shall be;
But gin it be a lad-bairn,
He shall be hanged hie.
13
‘I winna spare his tender age,Nor yet his hie, hie kin;
But as soon as eer he born is,
He shall mount the gallows-pin.’
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O four and twenty valiant knightsWere set the Queen to guard,
And four stood ay at her bower-door,
To keep baith watch and ward.
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But when the time drew till an endThat she should lighter be,
She cast about to find a wile
To set her body free.
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O she has birled these merry young menWi strong beer and wi wine,
Until she made them a' as drunk
As any wallwood swine.
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‘O narrow, narrow is this window,And big, big am I grown!’
Yet thro the might of Our Ladie
Out at it she has won.
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She wanderd up, she wanderd down,She wanderd out and in,
And at last, into the very swines' stye,
The Queen brought forth a son.
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Then they cast kaivles them amangWha should gae seek the Queen,
And the kaivle fell upon Wise William,
And he's sent his wife for him.
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O when she saw Wise William's wife,The Queen fell on her knee;
‘Win up, win up, madame,’ she says,
‘What means this courtesie?’
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‘O out of this I winna riseTill a boon ye grant to me,
To change your lass for this lad-bairn
King Honor left me wi.
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‘And ye maun learn my gay gose-hawkeWell how to breast a steed,
And I shall learn your turtle-dow
As well to write and read.
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‘And ye maun learn my gay gose-hawkeTo wield baith bow and brand,
And I shall learn your turtle-dow
To lay gowd wi her hand.
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‘At kirk or market where we meet,We dare nae mair avow
But, Dame how does my gay gose-hawk?
Madame, how does my dow?’
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When days were gane, and years came on,Wise William he thought long;
Out has he taen King Honor's son,
A hunting for to gang.
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It sae fell out at their hunting,Upon a summer's day,
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Stood on a sunny brae.
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‘O dinna ye see that bonny castle,Wi wa's and towers sae fair?
Gin ilka man had back his ain,
Of it you shoud be heir.’
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‘How I should be heir of that castleIn sooth I canna see,
When it belongs to Fa'se Footrage,
And he's nae kin to me.’
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‘O gin ye shoud kill him Fa'se Footrage,You woud do what is right;
For I wot he killd your father dear,
Ere ever you saw the light.
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‘Gin ye should kill him Fa'se Footrage,There is nae man durst you blame;
For he keeps your mother a prisoner,
And she dares no take you hame.’
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The boy stared wild like a gray gose-hawke,Says, What may a' this mean!
‘My boy, you are King Honor's son,
And your mother's our lawful queen.’
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‘O gin I be King Honor's son,By Our Ladie I swear,
This day I will that traytour slay,
And relieve my mother dear.’
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He has set his bent bow till his breast,And lap the castle-wa,
And soon he's siesed on Fa'se Footrage,
Wha loud for help gan ca.
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‘O hold your tongue now, Fa'se Footrage,Frae me you shanno flee;’
Syne pierced him through the foul fa'se heart,
And set his mother free.
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And he has rewarded Wise WilliamWi the best half of his land,
And sae has he the turtle-dow
Wi the truth of his right hand.
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