Cospatrick
GIL BRENTON—B
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Scott's Minstrelsy, ii, 117, ed. 1802. Ed. 1830, iii, 263.
Partly from the recitation of Miss Christian Rutherford.
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Cospatrick has sent oer the faem,
Cospatrick brought his ladye hame.
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And fourscore ships have come her wi,
The ladye by the grenewood tree.
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There were twal and twal wi baken bread,
And twal and twal wi gowd sae reid:
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And twal and twal wi bouted flour,
And twal and twal wi the paramour.
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Sweet Willy was a widow's son,
And at her stirrup he did run.
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And she was clad in the finest pall,
But aye she let the tears down fall.
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‘O is your saddle set awrye?
Or rides your steed for you owre high?
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‘Or are you mourning in your tide
That you suld be Cospatrick's bride?’
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‘I am not mourning at this tide
That I suld be Cospatrick's bride;
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‘But I am sorrowing in my mood
That I suld leave my mother good.
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‘But, gentle boy, come tell to me,
What is the custom of thy countrye?’
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‘The custom thereof, my dame,’ he says,
‘Will ill a gentle laydye please.
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‘Seven king's daughters has our lord wedded,
And seven king's daughters has our lord bedded;
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‘But he's cutted their breasts frae their breast bane,
And sent them mourning hame again.
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‘Yet, gin you're sure that you're a maid,
Ye may gae safely to his bed;
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‘But gif o that ye be na sure,
Then hire some damsell o your bour.’
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The ladye's calld her bour-maiden,
That waiting was into her train;
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‘Five thousand merks I will gie thee,
To sleep this night with my lord for me.’
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When bells were rung, and mass was sayne,
And a' men unto bed were gane,
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Cospatrick and the bonny maid,
Into ae chamber they were laid.
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‘Now, speak to me, blankets, and speak to me, bed,
And speak, thou sheet, inchanted web;
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‘And speak up, my bonny brown sword, that winna lie,
Is this a true maiden that lies by me?’
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‘It is not a maid that you hae wedded,
But it is a maid that you hae bedded.
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‘It is a liel maiden that lies by thee,
But not the maiden that it should be.’
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O wrathfully he left the bed,
And wrathfully his claiths on did.
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And he has taen him thro the ha,
And on his mother he did ca.
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‘I am the most unhappy man
That ever was in christen land!
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‘I courted a maiden meik and mild,
And I hae gotten naething but a woman wi child.’
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‘O stay, my son, into this ha,
And sport ye wi your merrymen a';
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‘And I will to the secret bour,
To see how it fares wi your paramour.’
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The carline she was stark and sture;
She aff the hinges dang the dure.
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‘O is your bairn to laird or loun?
Or is it to your father's groom?’
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‘O hear me, mother, on my knee,
Till my sad story I tell to thee.
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‘O we were sisters, sisters seven,
We were the fairest under heaven.
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‘It fell on a summer's afternoon,
When a' our toilsome task was done,
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‘We cast the kavils us amang,
To see which suld to the grene-wood gang.
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‘O hon, alas! for I was youngest,
And aye my wierd it was the hardest.
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‘The kavil it on me did fa,
Whilk was the cause of a' my woe.
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‘For to the grene-wood I maun gae,
To pu the red rose and the slae;
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‘To pu the red rose and the thyme,
To deck my mother's bour and mine,
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‘I hadna pu'd a flower but ane,
When by there came a gallant hende,
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‘Wi high-colld hose and laigh-colld shoon,
And he seemd to be sum king's son.
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‘And be I maid or be I nae,
He kept me there till the close o day.
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‘And be I maid or be I nane,
He kept me there till the day was done.
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‘He gae me a lock o his yellow hair,
And bade me keep it ever mair.
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‘He gae me a carknet o bonny beads,
And bade me keep it against my needs.
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‘He gae to me a gay gold ring,
And bade me keep it abune a' thing.’
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‘What did ye wi the tokens rare
That ye gat frae that gallant there?’
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‘O bring that coffer unto me,
And a' the tokens ye sall see.’
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‘Now stay, daughter, your bour within,
While I gae parley wi my son.’
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O she has taen her thro the ha,
And on her son began to ca.
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‘What did you wi the bonny beads
I bade ye keep against your needs?
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‘What did you wi the gay gowd ring
I bade ye keep abune a' thing?’
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‘I gae them a' to a ladye gay
I met in grene-wood on a day.
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‘But I wad gie a' my halls and tours,
I had that ladye within my bours.
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‘But I wad gie my very life,
I had that ladye to my wife.’
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‘Now keep, my son, your ha's and tours;
Ye have that bright burd in your bours.
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‘And keep, my son, your very life;
Ye have that ladye to your wife.’
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Now or a month was cum and gane,
The ladye bore a bonny son.
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And 'twas weel written on his breast-bane,
‘Cospatrick is my father's name.’
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‘O rowe my ladye in satin and silk,
And wash my son in the morning milk.’
