And when he looked that lady on, He made a harp of her breast-bane, The strings he framed of her yellow hair, He brought it to her father's ha', He laid his harp upon a stane, "O yonder sits my father, the king, "And yonder stands my brother Hugh, But the last tune that the harp played then, Was-"Wae to my sister, false Helen!" THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL THERE lived a wife at Usher's Well, And a wealthy wife was she; They hadna been a week from her Whan word came to the carline wife, They hadna been a week from her, Whan word came to the carline wife, That her sons she'd never see. Unknown The Wife of Usher's Well 2547 "I wish the wind may never cease, Nor fashes in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me, In earthly flesh and blood!" It fell about the Martinmas, When nights are lang and mirk, The carline wife's three sons came hame, It neither grew in syke nor ditch, "Blow up the fire, my maidens! For a' my house shall feast this night, And she had made to them a bed, Up then crew the red, red cock, The cock he hadna crawed but once, And clapped his wings at a', Whan the youngest to the eldest said, "Brother, we must awa'. "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, Lie still but if we may; Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes, O they've ta'en up their mother's mantle, "Fare-ye-weel, my mother dear! A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE THIS ae nighte, this ae nighte, When thou from hence away art passed, To Whinny-muir thou com'st at last; If ever thou gavest hosen and shoon, Sit thee down and put them on; And Christe receive thy saule. Unknown If hosen and shoon thou ne'er gav'st nane, The whinnes sall prick thee to the bare bane; And Christe receive thy saule. From Whinny-muir when thou may'st pass, -Every nighte and alle, To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last; And Christe receive thy saule, The Douglas Tragedy 2549 From Brig o' Dread when thou may'st pass, -Every nighte and alle, To Purgatory fire thou com'st at last; And Christe receive thy saule. If ever thou gavest meat or drink, The fire sall never make thee shrink; If meat or drink thou ne'er gav'st nane, The fire will burn thee to the bare bane; This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Fire and sleet and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy saule. Unknown THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY "RISE UP, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armor so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine "Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, And take better care of your youngest sister, He's mounted her on a milk-white steed, With a bugelet-horn hung down by his side, Lord William lookit o'er his left shoulder, To see what he could see, And there he spied her seven brethren bold, "Light down, light down, Lady Marg'ret," he said, "And hold my steed in your hand, Until that against your seven brethren bold, She held his steed in her milk-white hand, Until that she saw her seven brethren fa', And her father hard fighting, who loved her so dear. "O haud your hand, Lord William!" she said, "For your strokes they are wondrous sair; True lovers I can get many an ane, O she's ta'en out her handkerchief, "O chuse, O chuse, Lady Margret," he said, He's lifted her on a milk-white steed, With a bugelet-horn hung down by his side, O they rade on, and on they rade, They lighted doun to tak' a drink And doun the stream ran his gude heart's blood, |