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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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Lady Diamond; or, Lady Diamond, the King's Daughter; or, Lady Diamond
  
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Lady Diamond; or, Lady Diamond, the King's Daughter; or, Lady Diamond

LADY DIAMOND—D

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Buchan's MSS, II, 164.

1

There was a king, and a curious king,
And a king of royal fame,
He had ae daughter, he had never mair,
Lady Diamond was her name.

2

She's fa'en into shame, and lost her good name,
And wrought her parents 'noy;
And a' for her layen her love so low,
On her father's kitchen-boy.

3

One night as she lay on her bed,
Just thinking to get rest,
Up it came her old father,
Just like a wandering ghaist.

4

‘Rise up, rise up, Lady Diamond,’ he says,
‘Rise up, put on your gown;
Rise up, rise up, Lady Diamond,’ he says,
‘For I fear ye go too roun.’

5

‘Too roun I go, ye blame me no,
Ye cause me not to shame;
For better love I that bonny boy
Than all your well-bred men.’

6

The king's calld up his wall-wight men,
That he paid meat and fee:
‘Bring here to me that bonny boy,
And we'll smore him right quietlie.’

7

Up hae they taken that bonny boy,
Put him between twa feather-beds;
Naething was dane, naething was said,
Till that bonny boy was dead.

8

The king's taen out a broad, broad sword,
And streakd it on a strow,
And thro and thro that bonny boy's heart
He's gart cauld iron go.

9

Out he has taen his poor bloody heart,
Set it on a tasse of gold,
And set it before Lady Diamond's face,
Said, Fair lady, behold!

10

Up she has taen this poor bloody heart,
And holden it in her hand:
‘Better loved I that bonny, bonny boy
Than all my father's land.’

11

Up she has taen his poor bloody heart
And laid it at her head;
The tears away frae her eyes did fly,
And ere midnight she was dead.