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May-a-Row
JELLON GRAME—C
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When spring appeard in all its bloom,And flowers grew fresh and green,
As May-a-Roe she set her down,
To lay gowd on her seam.
2
But word has come to that lady,At evening when 'twas dark,
To meet her love in gude greenwood,
And bring to him a sark.
3
‘That's strange to me,’ said May-a-Roe,‘For how can a' this be?
A month or twa is scarcely past
Sin I sent my lovie three.’
4
Then May-a-Roe lap on her steed,And quickly rade away;
She hadna ridden but hauf a mile,
Till she heard a voice to say:
5
‘Turn back, turn back, ye ventrous maid,Nae farther must ye go;
For the boy that leads your bridle rein
Leads you to your overthrow.’
6
But a' these words she neer did mind,But fast awa did ride;
And up it starts him Hynde Henry,
Just fair by her right side.
7
‘Ye'll tarry here, perfidious maid,For by my hand ye'se dee;
Ye married my brother, Brown Robin,
Whan ye should hae married me.’
8
‘O mercy, mercy, Hynde Henry,O mercy have on me!
For I am eight months gane wi child,
Therefore ye'll lat me be.’
9
‘Nae mercy is for thee, fair maid,Nae mercy is for thee;
You married my brother, Brown Robin,
Whan ye shoud hae married me.’
10
‘Ye will bring here the bread, Henry,And I will bring the wine,
And ye will drink to your ain love,
And I will drink to mine.’
11
‘I winna bring here the bread, fair maid,Nor yet shall ye the wine,
Nor will I drink to my ain love,
Nor yet shall ye to thine.’
12
‘O mercy, mercy, Hynde Henry,Until I lighter be!
Hae mercy on your brother's bairn,
Tho ye hae nane for me.’
13
‘Nae mercy is for thee, fair maid,Nae mercy is for thee;
Such mercy unto you I'll gie
As what ye gae to me.’
14
Then he's taen out a trusty brand,And stroakd it ower a strae,
And thro and thro her fair body
He's gart cauld iron gae.
15
Nae meen was made for that lady,For she was lying dead;
But a' was for her bonny bairn,
Lay spartling by her side.
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Then he's taen up the bonny bairn,Handled him tenderlie,
And said, Ye are o my ain kin,
Tho your mother ill used me.
17
He's washen him at the crystal stream,And rowd him in a weed,
And namd him after a bold robber
Who was calld Robin Hood.
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Then brought to the next borough's town,And gae him nurses three;
He grew as big in ae year auld
As some boys woud in three.
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Then he was sent to guid squeel-house,To learn how to thrive;
He learnd as muckle in ae year's time
As some boys would in five.
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‘But I wonder, I wonder,’ said little Robin,‘Gin eer a woman bare me;
For mony a lady spiers for the rest,
But nae ane spiers for me.
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‘I wonder, I wonder,’ said little Robin,‘Were I of woman born;
Whan ladies my comrades do caress,
They look at me wi scorn.’
22
It fell upon an evening-tide,Was ae night by it lane,
Whan a' the boys frae guid squeel-house
Were merrily coming hame,
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Robin parted frae the rest,He wishd to be alane;
And when his comrades he dismist,
To guid greenwood he's gane.
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When he came to guid greenwood,He clamb frae tree to tree,
To pou some o the finest leaves,
For to divert him wi.
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He hadna pu'd a leaf, a leaf,Nor brak a branch but ane,
Till by it came him Hynde Henry,
And bade him lat alane.
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‘You are too bauld a boy,’ he said,‘Sae impudent you be,
As pu the leaves that's nae your ain,
Or yet to touch the tree.’
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‘O mercy, mercy, gentleman,O mercy hae on me!
For if that I offence hae done,
It was unknown to me.’
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‘Nae boy comes here to guid greenwoodBut pays a fine to me;
Your velvet coat, or shooting-bow,
Which o them will ye gie?’
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‘My shooting-bow arches sae well,Wi it I canno part;
Lest wer't to send a sharp arrow
To pierce you to the heart.’
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He turnd him right and round about,His countenance did change:
‘Ye seem to be a boy right bauld;
Why can ye talk sae strange?
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‘I'm sure ye are the bauldest boyThat ever I talkd wi;
As for your mother, May-a-Roe,
She was neer sae bauld to me.’
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‘O, if ye knew my mother,’ he said,‘That's very strange to me;
And if that ye my mother knew,
It's mair than I coud dee.’
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‘Sae well as I your mother knew,Ance my sweet-heart was she;
Because to me she broke her vow,
This maid was slain by me.’
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‘O, if ye slew my mother dear,As I trust ye make nae lie,
I wyte ye never did the deed
That better paid shall be.’
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‘O mercy, mercy, little Robin,O mercy hae on me!’
‘Sic mercy as ye pae my mother,
Sic mercy I'll gie thee.
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‘Prepare yourself, perfidious man,For by my hand ye'se dee;
Now come's that bluidy butcher's end
Took my mother frae me.’
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Then he hae chosen a sharp arrow,That was baith keen and smart,
And let it fly at Hynde Henry,
And piercd him to the heart.
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These news hae gaen thro Stirling town,Likewise thro Hunting-ha;
At last it reachd the king's own court,
Amang the nobles a'.
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When the king got word o that,A light laugh then gae he,
And he's sent for him little Robin,
To come right speedilie.
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He's putten on little Robin's headA ribbon and gowden crown,
And made him ane o's finest knights,
For the valour he had done.
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