"The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,
The channerin worm doth chide;
Gin we be missed out o' our place,
A sair pain we maun bide."
"Lie still, lie still a little wee while,45
Lie still but if we may;
Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,
She'll gae mad ere it be day."
* * * * * * *
O it's they've taen up their mother's mantil,
And they've hung it on a pin:50
"O lang may ye hing, my mother's mantil,
Ere ye hap us again."
CHILDE VYET.
First printed in a complete form in Maidment's North Countrie Garland, p. 24. The same editor contributed a slightly different copy to Motherwell's Minstrelsy, (p. 173.) An inferior version is furnished by Buchan, i. 234, and Jamieson has published a fragment on the same story, here given in the [Appendix].
Lord Ingram and Childe Vyet,
Were both born in ane bower,
Had both their loves on one Lady,
[The less was their honour].