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The Maid o the Cowdenknows
THE BROOM OF COWDENKNOWS—H
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There was a may, a maiden sae gay,Went out wi her milking-pail;
Lang she foucht or her ewes wad bucht,
And syne she a milking fell.
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And ay as she sang the rocks they rang,Her voice gaed loud and shill;
Ye wad hae heard the voice o the maid
On the tap o the ither hill.
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And ay she sang, and the rocks they rang,Her voice gaed loud and hie;
Till by there cam a troop o gentlemen,
A riding up that way.
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‘Weel may ye sing, ye bonnie may,Weel and weel may ye sing!
The nicht is misty, weet, and mirk,
And we hae ridden wrang.’
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‘Haud by the gate ye cam, kind sir,Haud by the gate ye cam;
But tak tent o the rank river,
For our streams are unco strang.’
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‘Can ye na pity me, fair may,Canna ye pity me?
Canna ye pity my puir steed,
Stands trembling at yon tree?’
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‘What pity wad ye hae, kind sir?What wad ye hae frae me?
If he has neither corn nor hay,
He has gerss at libertie.’
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‘Can ye na pity me, fair may,Can ye na pity me?
Can ye na pity a gentle knicht
That's deeing for love o thee?’
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He's tane her by the milk-white hand,And by the gerss-green sleeve;
He's laid her laigh at the bucht-end,
At her kin speird na leave.
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‘After ye hae tane your will o me,Your will as ye hae tane,
Be as gude a gentle knicht
As tell to me your name.’
11
‘Some do ca me Jack,’ says he,‘And some do ca me John;
But whan I'm in the king's hie court
Duke William is my name.
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‘But I ken by your weel-faurd face,And by your blinking ee,
That ye are the Maid o the Cowdenknows,
And seem very weel to be.’
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‘I am na the maid o the Cowdenknows,Nor does not think to be;
But I am ane o her best maids,
That's aft in her companie.
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‘But I ken by your black, black hat,And by your gay gowd ring,
That ye are the Laird o Rochna hills,
Wha beguiles a' our women.’
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‘I am na the Laird o Rochna hills,Nor does na think to be;
But I am ane o his best men,
That's aft in his companie.’
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He's put his hand in his pocketAnd tane out guineas three;
Says, Tak ye that, my bonnie may;
It'll pay the nourice fee.
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She's tane her cog upon her head,And fast, fast gaed she hame:
‘Whare hae ye been, my dear dochter?
Ye hae na been your lane.
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‘The nicht is misty, weet, and mirk;Ye may look out and see;
The ewes war skippin oure the knowes,
They wad na bucht in for me.
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‘But wae be to your shepherd, father,An ill death may he dee!
He bigget the buchts sae far frae the toun,
And he trysted a man to me.
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‘There cam a tod amang the flock,The like o him I neer did see;
Afore he had tane the lamb that he took,
I'd rather he'd tane ither three.’
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Whan twenty weeks war past and gane,Twenty weeks and three,
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And thought lang for's blinkin ee.
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'T was on a day, and a day near bye,She was ca'ing out the kye,
That by cam a troop o merry gentlemen,
Cam riding bye that way.
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‘Wha's gien ye the scorn, bonnie may?O wha's done ye the wrang?’
‘Na body, na body, kind sir,’ she said,
‘My baby's father's at hame.’
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‘Ye lee, ye lee, fause may,’ he said,‘Sae loud as I hear ye lee!
Dinna ye mind o the mirk misty nicht
I buchted the ewes wi thee?’
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‘Weel may I mind yon mirk misty nicht,Weel may I mind,’ says she;
‘For ay whan ye spak ye lifted up your hat,
Ye had a merry blinkin ee.’
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He's turned him round and richt about,And tane the lassie on;
‘Ca out your ky, auld father,’ he said,
‘She sall neer ca them again.
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‘For I am the Laird o Rochna hills,O thirty plows and three;
And I hae gotten the bonniest lass
O a' the west countrie.’
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‘And I'm the Maid o the Cowdenknows,O twenty plows and three;
And I hae gotten the bonniest lad
In a' the north countrie.’
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