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The English and Scottish Popular Ballads

Edited by Francis James Child.

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THE WEE WEE MAN—B

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Caw's Poetical Museum, p. 348.

1

As I was walking by my lane,
Atween a water and a wa,
There sune I spied a wee wee man,
He was the least that eir I saw.

2

His legs were scant a shathmont's length,
And sma and limber was his thie;
Atween his shoulders was ae span,
About his middle war but three.

3

He has tane up a meikle stane,
And flang't as far as I cold see;
Ein thouch I had been Wallace wicht,
I dought na lift it to my knie.

4

‘O wee wee man, but ye be strang!
Tell me whar may thy dwelling be?
‘I dwell beneth that bonnie bouir;
O will ye gae wi me and see?’

5

On we lap, and awa we rade,
Till we cam to a bonny green;
We lichted syne to bait our steid,
And out there cam a lady sheen.

6

Wi four and twentie at her back,
A' comely cled in glistering green;
Thouch there the King of Scots had stude,
The warst micht weil hae been his queen.

7

On syne we past wi wondering cheir,
Till we cam to a bonny ha;

331

The roof was o the beaten gowd,
The flure was o the crystal a'.

8

When we cam there, wi wee wee knichts
War ladies dancing, jimp and sma,
But in the twinkling of an eie,
Baith green and ha war clein awa.