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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Duke of Athole's Nurse

THE DUKE OF ATHOLE'S NURSE—D

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Kinloch MSS, I, 337.

1

As I cam in by the Duke of Athole's gate,
I heard a fair maid singing,
Wi a bonny baby on her knee,
And the bells o the court were ringing.

2

‘O it's I am the Duke of Athole's nurse,
And the place does well become me;
But I would gie a' my half-year's fee
Just for a sight o my Johnie.
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3

‘If ye'll gae down to yon ale-house,
And stop till it be dawing,
And ca for a pint o the very, very best,
And I'll come and clear up your lawing.’

4

O he's gane down to yon ale-house,
And stopt till it was dawing;
He ca'd for a pint o the very, very best,
But she cam na to clear up his lawing.

5

He looked out at the chamber-window,
To see if she was coming;
And there he spied ten armed men,
Across the plain coming running.

6

‘O landlady, landlady, what shall I do?
For my life is not worth a farthing;
I paid you a guinea for my lodging last night,
But I fear I'll never see sun shining.’

7

‘If ye will be advised by me,
I'll be your undertaking;
I'll dress you up in my ain body-clothes
And set you to the baking.’

8

So loudly at the door they rapt,
So loudly are they calling,
‘O had you a stranger here last night,
Or is he within your dwalling?’

9

‘O I had a stranger here last night,
But he wos gane or dawing;
He ca'd for a pint, and he paid it or he went,
And I hae nae mair to do wi his lawing.’

10

They stabd the feather-beds round and round,
The curtains they spared na to tear them;
But they went as they came, and left a' things undone,
And the young man busy baking.