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THE GARDENER |
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THE GARDENER
The Gardener
THE GARDENER—A
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Kinloch MSS, V, 47, in the handwriting of James Beattie; from the recitation of his aunt, Miss Elizabeth Beattie.
1
The gardener stands in his bower-door,With a primrose in his hand,
And by there came a leal maiden,
As jimp's a willow wand.
And by, etc.
2
‘O lady, can you fancy me,For to be my bride,
You'll get a' the flowers in my garden,
To be to you a weed.
3
‘The lily white shall be your smock;Becomes your body neat;
And your head shall be deckd with jellyflower,
And the primrose in your breast.
4
‘Your gown shall be o the sweet-william,Your coat o camovine,
And your apron o the salads neat,
That taste baith sweet and fine.
5
‘Your stockings shall be o the broad kail-blade,That is baith broad and long;
And narrow, narrow at the coot,
And broad, broad at the brawn.
6
‘Your gloves shall be the marygold,All glittering to your hand,
Well spread oer wi the blue blaewort,
That grows in corn-land.’
7
‘O fare you well, young man,’ she says,‘Farewell, and I bid adieu;
Since you've provided a weed for me,
Among the summer flowers,
Then I'll provide another for you,
Among the winter showers.
8
‘The new-fallen snow to be your smock;Becomes your body neat;
And your head shall be deckd with the eastern wind,
And the cold rain on your breast.’
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The Gardener Lad
THE GARDENER—B
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All ye young men, I pray draw near,I'll let you hear my mind
Concerning those who fickle are,
And inconstant as the wind.
2
A pretty maid who late livd here,And sweethearts many had,
The gardener-lad he viewd them all,
Just as they came and gaed.
3
The gardener-lad he viewd them all,But swore he had no skill:
‘If I were to go as oft to her,
Ye surely would me kill.
4
‘I'm sure she's not a proper maid,I'm sure she is not tall;’
Another young man standing by,
He said, Slight none at all.
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‘For we're all come of woman,’ he said,‘If ye woud call to mind,
And to all women for her sake
Ye surely should be kind.’
6
‘The summer hours and warm showersMake the trees yield in the ground,
And kindly words will woman win,
And this maid I'll surround.’
7
The maid then stood in her bower-door,As straight as ony wand,
When by it came the gardener-lad,
With his hat in his hand.
8
‘Will ye live on fruit,’ he said?‘Or will ye marry me?
And amongst the flowers in my garden
I'll shape a weed for thee.’
9
‘I will live on fruit,’ she says,‘But I'll never marry thee;
For I can live without mankind,
And without mankind I'll die.’
10
‘Ye shall not live without mankind,If ye'll accept of me;
For among the flowers in my garden
I'll shape a weed for thee.
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‘The lily white to be your smock;Becomes your body best;
And the jelly-flower to be your quill,
And the red rose in your breast.
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‘Your gown shall be o the pingo white,Your petticoat cammovine,
Your apron o the seel o downs;
Come smile, sweet heart o mine!
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‘Your shoes shall be o the gude rue red —Never did I garden ill —
Your stockings o the mary mild;
Come smile, sweet heart, your fill!
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‘Your gloves shall be o the green clover,Comes lockerin to your hand,
Well dropped oer wi blue blavers,
That grow among white land.’
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‘Young man, ye've shap'd a weed for me,In summer among your flowers;
Now I will shape another for you,
Among the winter showers.
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‘The snow so white shall be your shirt;It becomes your body best;
The cold bleak wind to be your coat,
And the cold wind in your breast.
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‘The steed that you shall ride uponShall be o the weather snell,
Well bridled wi the northern wind,
And cold sharp showers o hail.
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‘The hat you on your head shall wearShall be o the weather gray,
And aye when you come into my sight
I'll wish you were away.’
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THE GARDENER—C
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Burd Ellen stands in her bower-door,As straucht's a hollan wand,
And by it comes the gairdner-lad,
Wi a red rose in his hand.
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Says, I have shapen a weed for theeAmang my simmer flowers;
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‘Gin ye hae shapen a weed for me,Amang your simmer flowers,
It's I'll repay ye back again,
Amang the winter showers.
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‘The steed that ye sall ride uponSall be o the frost sae snell,
And I'll saddle him wi the norlan winds,
And some sharp showers o hail.’
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