Kinloch Manuscripts, V, 387, in the handwriting of John Hill
Burton when a youth.
| 1 |
Waly, waly up the bank!
And waly, waly down the brae!
And waly, waly to yon burn-side,
Where me and my love wunt to gae! |
| 2 |
As I lay sick, and very sick,
And sick was I, and like to die,
And Blacklaywood put in my love's ears
That he staid in bower too lang wi me. |
| 3 |
As I lay sick, and very sick,
And sick was I, and like to die,
And walking into my garden green,
I heard my good lord lichtlie me. |
| 4 |
Now woe betide ye, Blacklaywood!
I'm sure an ill death you must die;
Ye'll part me and my ain good lord,
And his face again I'll never see. |
| 5 |
'Come down stairs now, Jamie Douglas,
Come down stairs and drink wine wi me;
I'll set thee into a chair of gold,
And not one farthing shall it cost thee.' |
| 6 |
'When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
And muscles grow on every tree,
When frost and snaw turn fiery baas,
I'll come down the stair and drink wine wi thee.' |
| 7 |
'What's needs me value you, Jamie Douglas,
More than you do value me?
The Earl of Mar is my father,
The Duke of York is my brother gay. |
| 8 |
'But when my father gets word o this,
I trow a sorry man he'll be;
He'll send four score o his soldiers brave
To tak me hame to mine ain countrie.' |
| 9 |
As I lay owre my castell-wa,
I beheld my father comin for me,
Wi trumpets sounding on every side;
But they werena music at a' for me. |
| 10 |
'And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
And fare ye weel, my children three!
And fare ye weel, my own good lord!
For my face again ye shall never see. |
| 11 |
'And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
And fare ye weel, my children three!
And fare ye weel now, Jamie Douglas!
But my youngest son shall gae wi me.' |
| 12 |
'What ails ye at yer youngest son,
Sits smilin at the nurse's knee?
I'm sure he never knew any harm,
Except it was from his nurse or thee.' |
| 13 |
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And when I was into my coaches set,
He made his trumpets a' to soun. |
| 14 |
I've heard it said, and it's oft times seen,
The hawk that flies far frae her nest;
And a' the world shall plainly see
It's Jamie Douglas that I love best. |
| 15 |
Ive heard it said, and [it's] oft times seen,
The hawk that flies from tree to tree;
And a' the world shall plainly see
It's for Jamie Douglas I maun die. |
