Att length the wished day was come, For her true lover stayd. 85 And hast thou now forfaken mee Which thou mightft well redreffe? The teares of thy false eyne. 100 And And thus with many a forrowful sigh, - Shee felt fuch privye paine. In travail strong shee fell that night, What woefull paines fhee then did feel, Shee called up her waiting mayd, Who mufing at her mistress woe, Began full faft to weepe. Weepe not, faid fhee, but fhutt the dores, And windowes round about, Let none bewray my wretched state, But keepe all perfons out. O mistress, call your mother deare; Of women you have neede, And of fome skilfull midwifes helpe, That better may you speed. 105 115 120 Call not my mother for thy life, 125 Nor fetch no woman here; The midwifes helpe comes all too late, My death I doe not feare. With that the babe sprang from her wombe No creature being nye, 130 And with one fighe, which brake her hart, XI. WALY WALY, LOVE BE BONNY. A SCOTTISH SONG. This is a very ancient fong, but we could only give it from a modern copy. Some editions inftead of the four last lines in the fecond ftanza have thefe, which have too much merit to be wholly fupprefed: "Whan cockle fhells turn filler bells, "And mufcles grow on every tree, "When froft and fnaw fall warm us aw', "Than fall my love prove true to me." See the Orpheus Caledonius, &c. Arthur's-feat mentioned in ver. 17, is a bill near Edinbo» rough; at the bottom of which is St. Anthony's well. Waly waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn fide, Where I and my love wer wont to gae. I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was trusty tree; O waly, waly, gin love be bonny, O wherfore fuld I bufk my head? Now Arthur-feat fall be my bed, Since my true love has forfaken me. Tis not the froft, that freezes fell, 'Tis not fic cauld, that makes me cry, 15 20 25 But my loves heart grown cauld to me. Whan we came in by Glasgowe town, 30 We were a comely fight to fee, My love was cled in black velvet, But had I wift, before I kisst, That love had been fae ill to win; I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd, 35 And, |