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Earl Richard
THE KNIGHT AND SHEPHERD'S DAUGHTER—C
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Kinloch's MSS, VII, 69; apparently from the recitation of Mrs Charles of Torry, Aberdeen, born in Mearnshire.
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There was a shepherd's dochterKept sheep on yonder hill;
Bye cam a knicht frae the High College,
And he wad hae his will.
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Whan he had got his wills o her,His will as he has taen:
‘Wad ye be sae gude and kind
As tell to me your name?’
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‘Some ca's me Jock, some ca's me John,Some disna ken my name,
But whan I'm into the king's court,
Mitchcock is my name.’
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‘Mitchcock! hey!’ the lady did say,And spelt it oure again;
‘If that's your name in the Latin tongue,
Earl Richard is your name!’
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O jumpt he upon his horse,And said he wad go ride;
Kilted she her green claithing,
And said she wad na bide.
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The knicht rade on, the lady ran,A live-lang simmer's day,
Till they cam to a wan water
Was calld the river Tay.
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‘Jump on behind, ye weill-faurd may,Or do ye chuse to ride?’
‘No, thank ye, sir,’ the lady said,
‘I rather chuse to wade;’
And afore that he was mid-water,
She was at the ither side.
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‘Turn back, turn back, ye weill-faurd may,My heart will brak in three:’
‘And sae did mine in yon bonny hill-side,
Whan ye wad [na] lat me be.’
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‘Whare gat ye that gay claithingThis day I see on thee?’
‘My mither was a gude milk-nurse,
And a gude nourice was she;
She nursd the Earl of Stockford's daughter,
And gat aw this to me.’
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Whan she cam to the king's court,She rappit wi a ring;
Sae ready as the king himsel
Was to let the lady in!
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‘There is a knicht into your courtThis day has robbed me:’
‘O has he taen your gowd,’ he says,
‘Or has he taen your fee?’
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‘He has na taen my gowd,’ she says,‘Nor yet has he my fee;
But he has taen my maiden-head,
The flowr o my fair bodie.’
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Then out bespak the queen hersel,Wha sat by the king's knee:
There's na a knicht in aw our court
Wad hae dune that to thee,
Unless it war my brither, Earl Richard,
And forbid it it war he!
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Wad ye ken your love,Amang a hunder men?
‘I wad,’ said the bonnie ladie,
‘Amang five hunder and ten.’
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The king made aw his merry men pass,By ane, by twa, and three;
Earl Richard us'd to be the first man,
But he was hinmost man that day.
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He cam hauping on ane foot,And winking with ae ee;
But ‘Ha! ha!’ said the bonnie ladie,
‘That same young man are ye.’
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He's taen her up to a hie towr-headAnd offerd her hunder punds in a glove:
‘Gin ye be a courteous maid,
Ye'll choice anither love.’
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‘What care I for your hunder pund?Na mair than ye wad for mine;
What's a hunder pund to me,
To a marriage wi a king!’
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Whan the marriage it was oure,And ilk ane took them horse,
‘It never set a beggar's brat
At nae knicht's back to be.’
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The ladie met wi a beggar-wife,And gied her half o crown:
‘Tell aw your neebours, whan ye gang hame,
That Earl Richard's your gude-son.’
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‘O hold your tongue, ye beggar's brat,My heart will brak in three;’
‘And sae did mine on yon bonny hill-side,
Whan ye wad na let me be.’
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Whan she cam to yon nettle-dyke, [OMITTED]‘An my auld mither she was here,
Sae weill as she wad ye pu.
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‘She wad boil ye weill, and butter ye weill,And sup till she war fu,
And lay her head upon her dish-doup,
And sleep like onie sow.’
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Whan she cam to Earl Richard's house,The sheets war holland fine:
‘O haud awa thae linen sheets,
And bring to me the linsey clouts
I hae been best used in.’
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[‘Awa, awa wi your siller spoons,Haud them awa frae me;
It would set me better to feed my flocks
Wi the brose-cap on my knee:
Sae bring to me the gude ram's horn,
The spoons I've been used wi.’]
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‘Hold your tongue, ye beggar's brat,My heart will brak in three;’
‘And sae did mine on yon bonnie hillside,
Whan ye wadna lat me be.’
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‘I wish I had drank the well-waterWhan first I drank the wine!
Never a shepherd's dochter
Wad hae been a love o mine.
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‘O I wish I'd drank the well-waterWhan first I drank the beer,
That ever a shepherd's dochter
Shoud hae been my only dear!’
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‘Ye'll turn about, Earl Richard,And mak some mair o me;
An ye mak me lady o ae puir plow,
I can mak ye laird o three.’
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‘If ye be the Earl of Stockford's dochter,As I've taen some thouchts ye be,
Aft hae I waited at your father's yett,
But your face I coud never see.’
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