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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Lady Maisry; or, Warenston and the Duke of York's Daughter

THE MAID FREED FROM THE GALLOWS—E

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Buchan's MSS, II, 186, stanzas 16-22.

1

Hold your hands, ye justice o peace,
Hold them a little while!
For yonder comes my father and mother,
That's travelld mony a mile.

2

‘Gie me some o your gowd, parents,
Some o your white monie,
To save me frae the head o yon hill,
Yon greenwood gallows-tree.’

3

‘Ye'll get nane o our gowd, daughter,
Nor nane o our white monie,
For we have travelld mony a mile,
This day to see you die.’

4

‘Hold your hands, ye justice o peace,
Hold them a little while!
For yonder comes him Warenston,
The father of my chile.

5

‘Give me some o your gowd, Warenston,
Some o your white monie,

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To save me frae the head o yon hill,
Yon greenwood gallows-tree.’

6

‘I bade you nurse my bairn well,
And nurse it carefullie,
And gowd shoud been your hire, Maisry,
And my body your fee.’

7

He's taen out a purse o gowd,
Another o white monie,
And he's tauld down ten thousand crowns,
Says, True-love, gang wi me.