Bonny Foot-Boy
THE KITCHIE-BOY—C
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Alexander Fraser Tytler's Brown MS., No 7.
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O there was a ladie, a noble ladie,
She was a ladie of birth and fame,
But she fell in love wi her father's foot-boy,
I wis she was the mair to blame.
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A word of him she neer could get
Till her father was a hunting gone;
Then she calld on the bonny foot-boy
To speak wi her in her bower alone.
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Says, Ye ken you are my love, Willie,
And that I am a ladie free,
And there's naething ye can ask, Willie,
But at your bidding I maun be.
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O the loving looks that ladie gave
Soon made the bonny boy grow bold,
And the loving words that ladie spake
As soon on them he did lay hold.
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She has taen a ring frae her white finger,
And unto him she did it gie;
Says, Wear this token for my sake,
And keep it till the day you die.
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‘But shoud my father get word of this
I fear we baith will have cause to rue,
For to some nunnery I shoud be sent,
And I fear, my love, he would ruin you.
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‘But here is a coffer of the good red gowd,
I wot my mother left it to me;
And wi it you'll buy a bonny ship,
And ye maun sail the raging sea;
Then like some earl or baron's son
You can come back and marrie me.
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‘But stay not lang awa, Willie,
O stay not lang across the fame,
For fear your ladie shoud lighter be,
Or your young son shoud want a name.’
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He had not been o the sea sailling
But till three months were come and gane,
Till he has landed his bonny ship;
It was upon the coast of Spain.
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There was a ladie of high degree
That saw him walking up and down;
She fell in love wi sweet Willie,
But she wist no how to make it known.
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She has calld up her maries a',
Says, Hearken well to what I say;
There is a young man in yon ship
That has been my love this many a day.
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‘Now bear a hand, my maries a',
And busk me brave and make me fine,
And go wi me to yon shore-side
To invite that noble youth to dine.’
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O they have buskit that ladie gay
In velvet pall and jewels rare;
A poor man might have been made rich
Wi half the pearles they pat in her hair.
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Her mantle was of gowd sae red,
It glaned as far as ane coud see;
Sweet Willie thought she had been the queen,
And bowd full low and bent his knee.
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She's gard her maries step aside,
And on sweet Willie sae did smile;
She thought that man was not on earth
But of his heart she could beguile.
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Says, Ye maun leave your bonny ship
And go this day wi me and dine,
And you shall eat the baken meat,
And you shall drink the Spanish wine.
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‘I canna leave my bonny ship,
Nor go this day to dine wi thee,
For a' my sails are ready bent
To bear me back to my ain countrie.’
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‘O gin you'd forsake your bonny ship
And wed a ladie of this countrie,
I would make you lord of a' this town,
And towns and castles twa or three.’
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‘Should I wed a ladie of this countrie,
In sooth I woud be sair to blame,
For the fairest ladie in fair Scotland
Woud break her heart gin I gaed na hame.’
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‘That ladie may choose another lord,
And you another love may choose;
There is not a lord in this countrie
That such a proffer could refuse.’
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‘O ladie, shoud I your proffer take,
You'd soon yoursell have cause to rue,
For the man that his first love forsakes
Would to a seccond neer prove true.’
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She has taen a ring frae her white finger,
It might have been a prince's fee;
Says, Wear this token for my sake,
And give me that which now I see.
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‘Take back your token, ye ladie fair;
This ring you see on my right hand
Was gien me by my ain true-love,
Before I left my native land.
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‘And tho yours woud buy it nine times oer
I far more dearly prize my ain;
Nor woud I make the niffer,’ he says,
‘For a' the gowd that is in Spain.’
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The ladie turnd her head away
To dry the sat tears frae her eyne;
She naething more to him did say
But, I wish your face I neer had seen!
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He has set his foot on good ship-board,
The ladie waved her milk-white hand,
The wind sprang up and filld his sails,
And he quickly left the Spanish land.
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He soon came back to his native strand,
He langd his ain true-love to see;
Her father saw him come to land,
And took him some great lord to be.
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Says, Will ye leave your bonny ship
And come wi me this day to dine?
And you shall eat the baken meat,
And you shall drink the claret wine.
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‘O I will leave my bonny ship,
And gladly go wi you to dine,
And I woud gie thrice three thousand pounds
That your fair daughter were but mine.’
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‘O gin ye will part wi your bonny ship
And wed a ladie of this countrie,
I will gie you my ae daughter,
Gin she'll consent your bride to be.’
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O he has blaket his bonny face
And closs tuckd up his yellow hair;
His true-love met them at the yate,
But she little thought her love was there.
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‘O will you marrie this lord, daughter,
That I've brought hame to dine wi me?
You shall be heir of a' my lands,
Gin you'll consent his bride to be.’
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She looked oer her left shoulder,
I wot the tears stood in her eye;
Says, The man is on the sea sailling
That fair wedding shall get of me.
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Then Willie has washd his bonny face,
And he's kaimd down his yellow hair;
He took his true-love in his arms,
And kindly has he kissd her there.
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She's looked in his bonny face,
And thro her tears did sweetly smile,
Then sayd, Awa, awa, Willie!
How could you thus your love beguile?
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She kept the secret in her breast,
Full seven years she's kept the same,
Till it fell out at a christning-feast,
And then of it she made good game.
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And her father laughd aboon the rest,
And said, My daughter, you'r nae to blame;
For you've married for love, and no for land,
So a' my gowd is yours to claim.
