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Outlaw Murray, an antient historical ballad

THE OUTLAW MURRAY—C

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“Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,” No 31, Abbotsford; in the handwriting of William Laidlaw.

1

Gae fetch to me James Pringle wi hast,
An see that he come speedilie,
For he maun on to Ettrick forest,
An see whae pays yon men meat and fee.’

2

When James Pringle cam down oer Birkendalee,
The hawks war yellin right loudlie,
The hunds war rinnin oer hill and dale,
As the bugle-horn soundit bonnilie.

3

‘Gae tell yer king this land's my ain,
An to thir men I pay meat and fee;
I took it thrae the Souden Turk,
When nae sic cuckold king might be.

4

‘Sae as I wan, sae will I lose,
Spite o the kings in Christendie;
I never was a king's subject,
Nor a king's subject will I ever be.’

5

‘Outlaw Murray says yon land's his ain,
And to yon men he pays meat and fee;
He took it frae the Souden Turk,
When you and your men durstna come and see.’

6

It was than the king he gat up in hast,
An wow an angrie man was he!
‘I'se either be king o Ettrick forest,
Or king o Scotland sal he be.

7

‘Gar warn me Fife an a' Lothian land,
An Perth an Angus, to ride wi me,
For gin we war five thousan strang
Master and mair I fear he'll be.’

8

When the king came oer be Birkendalee,
He spy'd the forest wi his ee;
There war daes an raes an monie wild beast,
An a castle stannin right bonnilie.

9

An in that castle a unicorn,
An, waly, but they war fair to see!
A warlike knight and a lady bright,
An the green halleen aboon her bree.

10

An Outlaw Murray an his merry men
War a' rankit up i the Newark lee,
Well mountit on a milk-white steed;
Waly, he rankit them bonnilie!

11

His men war a clad oer wi green,
An he was clad i the taffatie,
Wi belt an pistle by his side;
O waly, but they war fair to see!
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12

‘Haliday young an Halliday auld,
Ye ir the men that man ride wi me;
But gin we war five hunder strang
Master an mair I fear they'll be.’
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13

‘Philliphaugh it is my ain,
An Newark it belangs to me;
Lewinshope an Hanginshaw
Nae mortal man can claim thrae me.’
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14

It was than James Boyd got up in hast,
An to his merry men a' spak he;
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