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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Baby Livingstone

BONNY BABY LIVINGSTON—E

[_]

Kinloch MSS, V, 355, in the handwriting of John Hill Burton.

1

Bonny Baby Livingstone
Went out to view the hay,
And by there came a Hieland lord,
And he's stown Baby away.

2

He's stown her in her coat, her coat,
And he's stown her in her gown,
And he let not her look back again
Ere she was many a mile from town.

3

He set her on a milk-white steed,
Himself upon another,
And they are on to bonny Lochell,
Like sister and like brother.

4

The bells were rung, the mass was sung,
And all men bound to bed,
And Baby and her Hieland lord
They were both in one chamber laid.

5

‘Oh day, kind sir! Oh day, kind sir!
Oh day fain would I see!
I would gie a' the lands o Livingstone
For day-light, to lat me see.’

6

‘Oh day, Baby? Oh day, Baby?
What needs you long for day?
Your steed is in a good stable,
And he's eating baith corn and hay.

7

‘Oh day, Baby? Oh day, Baby?
What needs you long for day?
You'r lying in a good knight's arms,
What needs you long for day?’

8

‘Ye'll get me paper, pen, and ink,
And light to let me see,
Till I write on a broad letter
And send't to Lord [OMITTED]
[OMITTED]