D
Harris MS., fol. 21; from the recitation of Mrs Harris and others.
1
There lived a lady in the north
O muckle birth an fame;
She’s faun in love wi her kitchie-boy,
The greater was her shame.
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2
‘Maister cook, he will cry oot,
An answered he maun be;’
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3
‘I hae a coffer o ried gowd
My mither left to me,
An I will build a bonnie ship,
And send her ower the sea,
An you’ll come hame like lord or squire,
An answered you maun be.’
4
She has biggit a bonnie ship,
Sent her across the main,
An in less than sax months an a day
That ship cam back again.
5
‘Go dress, go dress, my dochter Janet,
Go dress, an mak you fine,
An we’ll go doun to yon shore-side
An bid yon lords to dine.’
6
He’s pued the black mask ower his face,
Kaimed doun his yellow hair,
A’ no to lat her father ken
That ere he had been there.
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7
‘Oh, got you that by sea sailin?
Or got you that by land?
Or got you that on Spanish coast,
Upon a died man’s hand?’
8
‘I got na that by sea sailin,
I got na that by land;
But I got that on Spanish coast,
Upon a died man’s hand.’
9
He’s pued the black mask aff his face,
Threw back his yellow hair,
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10
‘A priest, a priest,’ the lady she cried,
‘To marry my love an me;’
‘A clerk, a clerk,’ her father cried,
‘To sign her tocher free.’