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THE THREE KNIGHTS. See p. 251.
From the second edition of Gilbert's _Ancient Christmas Carols_, &c.
p. 68.
There did three Knights come from the West, _With the high and the lily oh_!
And these three Knights courted one Lady, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
The first Knight came was all in white, 5 _With the high and the lily oh_!
And asked of her, if she'd be his delight, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
The next Knight came was all in green, _With the high and the lily oh_! 10 And asked of her, if she'd be his Queen, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
The third Knight came was all in red, _With the high and the lily oh_!
And asked of her, if she would wed, 15 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"Then have you asked of my Father dear, _With the high and the lily oh_!
Likewise of her who did me bear?
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_. 20
"And have you asked of my brother John?
_With the high and the lily oh_!
And also of my sister Anne?"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"Yes, I have asked of your Father dear, 25 _With the high and the lily oh_!
Likewise of her who did you bear, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"And I have asked of your sister Anne, _With the high and the lily oh_! 30 But I've not asked of your brother John,"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
[Here some verses seem to be wanting.]
For on the road as they rode along, _With the high and the lily oh_!
There did they meet with her brother John, 35 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
She stooped low to kiss him sweet, _With the high and the lily oh_!
He to her heart did a dagger meet, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. 40
"Ride on, ride on," cried the serving man, _With the high and the lily oh_!
"Methinks your bride she looks wond'rous wan,"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"I wish I were on yonder stile, 45 _With the high and the lily oh_!
For there I would sit and bleed awhile, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"I wish I were on yonder hill, _With the high and the lily oh_! 50 There I'd alight and make my will,"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"What would you give to your Father dear?"
_With the high and the lily oh_!
"The gallant steed which doth me bear," 55 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"What would you give to your Mother dear?"
_With the high and the lily oh_!
"My wedding s.h.i.+ft which I do wear, _As the rose was so sweetly blown_. 60
"But she must wash it very clean, _With the high and the lily oh_!
For my heart's blood sticks in every seam,"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"What would you give to your sister Anne?" 65 _With the high and the lily oh_!
"My gay gold ring, and my feathered fan,"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"What would you give to your brother John?"
_With the high and the lily oh_! 70 "A rope and gallows to hang him on,"
_As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
"What would you give to your brother John's wife?"
_With the high and the lily oh_!
"A widow's weeds, and a quiet life," 75 _As the rose was so sweetly blown_.
THE CRUEL MOTHER. See p. 262.
From Buchan's _Ballads of the North of Scotland_, ii. 222.
It fell ance upon a day, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, It fell ance upon a day, _Stirling for aye_; It fell ance upon a day, The clerk and lady went to play, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 5
"If my baby be a son, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, If my baby be a son, _Stirling for aye_; If my baby be a son, I'll make him a lord o' high renown,"
_So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 10
She's lean'd her back to the wa', _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's lean'd her back to the wa', _Stirling for aye_; She's lean'd her back to the wa', Pray'd that her pains might fa', _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 15
She's lean'd her back to the thorn, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's lean'd her back to the thorn, _Stirling for aye_; She's lean'd her back to the thorn, There has her baby born, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 20
"O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, _Stirling for aye_; O bonny baby, if ye suck sair, You'll never suck by my side mair,"
_So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 25
She's riven the muslin frae her head, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's riven the muslin frae her head, _Stirling for aye_; She's riven the muslin frae her head, Tied the baby hand and feet, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 30
Out she took her little penknife, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, Out she took her little penknife, _Stirling for aye_; Out she took her little penknife, Twin'd the young thing o' its life, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 35
She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, _Edinbro'_, _Edinbro'_, She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, _Stirling for aye_; She's howk'd a hole anent the meen, There laid her sweet baby in, _So proper Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay_. 40
