"Sir Knight, thy lady beares a son, His name advanc'd in future times All sore opprest with fear and doubt Eager to clasp his lovely dame But when he reach'd his castle gate, In every court and hall he found And bitterly lament and weep, Then sore his bleeding heart misgave, With faultering step he enters in, Yet half afraid to goe; With trembling voice asks why they grieve, Yet fears the cause to knowe. "Three times the sun hath rose and set;" They said, then stopt to weep: "Since heaven hath laid thy lady deare In death's eternal sleep. "For, ah! in travel sore she fell, So sore that she must dye; Unless some shrewd and cunning leech But when a cunning leeche was fet, Too soon declared he, She, or her babe must lose its life; Now take my life, thy lady said, And O commend me to my lord, O tell him how that precious babe Then calling still upon thy name, What tongue can paint lord Albret's woe, The bitter tears he shed, The bitter pangs that wrung To find his lady dead? his heart, Dead with affright at first we lay; But how or where we could not tell; O grief on grief! lord Albret said: At length restor❜d to life and sense No future joy his heart could taste, So withers on the mountain top At length the castle irksome grew, His native country he forsakes, Sir James the Rose. [From Motherwell's Minstrelsy."] O HEARD ye o' Sir James the Rose, And his friends are out to take him. Now he's gone to the house of Marr, Thinking she would befriend him. Where are ye going, Sir James?" she says; 'Or where now are you riding? Oh, I am bound to a foreign land, For now I'm under hiding. 'O have ye seen Sir James the Rose, "I have seen Sir James,' she says; As they rode on man after man, 'Seek ye And there you'll find Sir James the Rose, Ye must not awake him out of sleep, Till you drive a dart quite through his heart, They sought the bank abune the mill, And there they found Sir James the Rose, Up then spake Sir John the Græme, They seized his broad sword and his targe, And when he wakened out of sleep, 'O pardon, pardon, gentlemen- 'Such as you gave, such you shall have, nald, my man, wait me upon, 497 |