I have two swordes in one scabbarde,
Full deare they cost my purse;

And thou shalt have the best of them,

And I will have the worse.

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The first stroke that little Musgrave strucke,
He hurt lord Barnard sore;

The next stroke that lord Barnard strucke,
Little Musgrave never strucke more.

With that bespake the ladye faire,

In bed whereas she laye,

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Althoughe thou art dead, my little Musgrave, 95 Yet for thee I will praye:

And wishe well to thy soule will I,

So long as I have life;

So will I not do for thee, Barnard,
Thoughe I am thy wedded wife.

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He cut her pappes from off her brest;

Great pitye it was to see

The drops of this fair ladyes bloode

Run trickling downe her knee.

Wo worth, wo worth ye, my merrye men all, 105
You never were borne for my goode:

Why did you not offer to stay my hande,
When you sawe me wax so woode?

For I have slaine the fairest sir knighte,

That ever rode on a steede ;

So have I done the fairest lady,

That ever ware womans weede.

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A grave, a grave, lord Barnard cryde,
To putt these lovers in ;

But lay my ladye o' the upper hande,
For shee comes o' the better kin.

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tt That the more modern copy is to be dated about the middle of the last century, will be readily conceived from the tenor of the concluding stanza, viz.

"This sad Mischief by Lust was wrought;

Then let us call for Grace,

That we may shun the wicked vice,

And fly from Sin a-pace."

XII.

THE EW-BUGHTS MARION.

A SCOTTISH SONG.

This sonnet appears to be ancient: that and its simplicity of sentiment have recommended it to a place here.

WILL Ze gae to the ew-bughts, Marion,

And wear in the sheip wi' mee?

The sun shines sweit, my Marion,

But nae half sae sweit as thee.
O Marion's a bonnie lass;

And the blyth blinks in her ee:
And fain wad I marrie Marion,

Gin Marion wad marrie mee.

Theire's gowd in zour garters, Marion;
And siller on zour white hauss-bane:*

Fou faine wad I kisse my Marion

At eene quhan I cum hame.

Theire's braw lads in Earnslaw, Marion,
Quha gape and glowr wi' their ee

At kirk, quhan they see my Marion ;

Bot nane of them lues like mee.

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✦ Hauss-bane. i. e. The neck-bone. Marion had probably a silver locket on, tied close to her neck with a ribband, an usual ornament in Scotland; where a sore throat is called "a sair hause," properly halse.

Ive nine milk-ews, my Marion,

A cow and a brawney quay; Ise gie tham aw to my Marion, Just on her bridal day.

And zees get a grein sey apron,

And waistcote o' London broun; And wow bot ze will be vaporing

Quhaneir ze gang to the toun.

Ime yong and stout, my Marion,
None dance lik mee on the greine;

And gin ze forsak me, Marion,
Ise een gae draw up wi' Jeane.

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Sae put on zour pearlins, Marion,

And kirtle oth' cramasie,

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And sune as my chin has nae haire on,

I sall cum west, and see zee.

XIII.

THE KNIGHT, AND SHEPHERD'S DAUGH

TER.

This ballad (given from an old black-letter Copy, with some corrections) was popular in the time of Queen Elizabeth, being usually printed with her picture before it, as Hearne informs us in his preface to "Gul. Neubrig Hist. Oxon. 1719, 8vo. vol. I. p. lxx." It is quoted in Fletcher's comedy of the Pilgrim, Act 4. sc. I.

THERE was a shepherds daughter
Came tripping on the waye;

And there by chance a knighte shee mett,

Which caused her to staye.

Good morrowe to you, beauteous maide,

These words pronounced hee:

OI shall dye this daye, he sayd,

If Ive not my wille of thee.

The Lord forbid, the maide replyde,

That you shold waxe so wode!

But for all that shee could do or saye,

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· He wold not be withstood.'

Sith you have had your

wille of mee,

And put me to open shame,

Now, if you are a courteous knighte,
Tell me what is your name?

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