14
'Thou must barn it in a mouse-holl,
And thrash it into thy shoes soll.
15
'And thou must winnow it in thy looff,
And also seck it in thy glove.
16
'For thou must bring it over the sea,
And thou must bring it dry home to me.
17
'When thou hast gotten thy turns well done,
Then come to me and get thy sark then.'
18
'I'l not quite my plaid for my life;
It haps my seven bairns and my wife.'
The wind shall not blow my plaid awa
19
'My maidenhead I'l then keep still,
Let the elphin knight do what he will.'
The wind's not blown my plaid awa
B
A Collection of Curious Old Ballads, etc., p. 3. Partly from an old copy in black letter, and partly from the recitation of an old lady.
My plaid awa, my plaid awa,
And owre the hills and far awa,
And far awa to Norrowa,
My plaid shall not be blawn awa.
1
The Elphin knight sits on yon hill,
Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba
He blaws his horn baith loud and shrill.
The wind hath blawn my plaid awa