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The Knicht o Archerdale

PROUD LADY MARGARET—D

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Harris's MS., fol. 7, No 3. From Mrs Harris's recitation.

1

There cam a knicht to Archerdale,
His steed was winder sma,
An there he spied a lady bricht,
Luikin owre her castle wa.

2

‘Ye dinna seem a gentle knicht,
Though on horseback ye do ride;
Ye seem to be some sutor's son,
Your butes they are sae wide.’

3

‘Ye dinna seem a lady gay,
Though ye be bound wi pride;
Else I'd gane bye your father's gate
But either taunt or gibe.’

4

He turned aboot his hie horse head,
An awa he was boun to ride,
But neatly wi her mouth she spak:
Oh bide, fine squire, oh bide.

5

‘Bide, oh bide, ye hindy squire,
Tell me mair o your tale;
Tell me some o that wondrous lied
Ye've learnt in Archerdale.

6

‘What gaes in a speal?’ she said,
‘What in a horn green?
An what gaes on a lady's head,
Whan it is washen clean?’

7

‘Ale gaes in a speal,’ he said,
‘Wine in a horn green;
An silk gaes on a lady's head,
Whan it is washen clean.’

8

Aboot he turned his hie horse head,
An awa he was boun to ride,
When neatly wi her mouth she spak:
Oh bide, fine squire, oh bide.

9

‘Bide, oh bide, ye hindy squire,
Tell me mair o your tale;
Tell me some o that unco lied
You've learnt in Archerdale.

10

‘Ye are as like my ae brither
As ever I did see;
But he's been buried in yon kirkyaird
It's mair than years is three.’

11

‘I am as like your ae brither
As ever ye did see;
But I canna get peace into my grave,
A' for the pride o thee.

12

‘Leave pride, Janet, leave pride, Janet,
Leave pride an vanitie;
If ye come the roads that I hae come,
Sair warned will ye be.

13

‘Ye come in by yonder kirk
Wi the goud preens in your sleeve;
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When you're bracht hame to yon kirkyaird,
You'll gie them a' thier leave.

14

‘Ye come in to yonder kirk
Wi the goud plaits in your hair;
When you're bracht hame to yon kirkyaird,
You will them a' forbear.’

15

He got her in her mither's bour,
Puttin goud plaits in her hair;
He left her in her father's gairden,
Mournin her sins sae sair.
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