Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, I, 234.
| 1 |
Lord Ingram and Childe vyet
Were baith born in ae bower;
They fell in love wi ae lady,
Their honour was but poor. |
| 2 |
Lord Ingram and Childe Vyet
Were baith bred in ae ha;
They laid their love on Lady Maisry,
The waur did them befa. |
| 3 |
Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry
Frae father and frae mother;
Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry
Frae sister and frae brother. |
| 4 |
Lord Ingram gained Lady Maisry
Frae a' her kith and kin;
Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry
But she said nay to him. |
| 5 |
Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry
In the garden amo the flowers;
Childe Vyet courted Lady Maisry
Amo her ha's and bowers. |
| 6 |
Lord Ingram sent to Lady Maisry
A steed paced fu well;
She wishes he were ower the sea,
If Childe Vyet were well. |
| 7 |
Lord Ingram courted Lady Maisry
Frae her relations a';
Childe Vyet courted Lady Maisry
Amo the sheets sae sma. |
| 8 |
Lord Ingram bought to Lady Maisry
The siller knapped gloves;
She wishd his hands might swell in them,
Had she her ain true love. |
| 9 |
Lord Ingram bought to Lady Maisry
The brands garnishd wi steel;
She wishd the same might pierce his heart,
Gin Childe Vyet were weell. |
| 10 |
Child vyet bought to Lady Maisry
The fancy ribbons sma;
She had mair delight in her sma fancy
Than o Lord Ingram, gowd and a'. |
| 11 |
Lord Ingram's gane to her father,
And thus he did complain:
'O am I doomd to die for love,
And nae be loved again? |
| 12 |
'I hae sent to you daughter
The steed paced fu well;
She wishes I were ower the sea,
Gin Childe Vyet were well. |
| 13 |
'I hae bought to your daughter
The siller knapped gloves;
She wishd my hands might swell in them,
Had she her ain true love. |
| 14 |
'I hae bought to your daughter
The brands garnishd wi steel;
She wishd the same might pierce my heart,
Gin Childe Vyet were weell. |
| 15 |
'Childe Vyet bought to your daughter
The fancy ribbons sma;
She's mair delight in her sma fancy
Nor o me, gowd and a'.' |
| 16 |
Her father turnd him round about,
A solemn oath sware he,
Saying, She shall be the bride this night,
And you bridegroom shall be. |
| 17 |
'O had your tongue, my father dear,
Let a' your passion be;
The reason that I love this man,
It is unknown to thee.' |
| 18 |
Sweetly played the merry organs,
Intill her mother's bower;
But still and dum stood Lady Maisry,
And let the tears down pour. |
| 19 |
Sweetly played the harp sae fine,
Intill her fathers ha;
But still and dum stood Lady Maisry,
And let tears down fa. |
| 20 |
Tween Marykirk and her mother's bower,
Was a' clad ower wi gowd,
For keeping o her snaw-white feet
Frae treading o the mould. |
| 21 |
Lord Ingram gaed in at ae church-door,
Childe Vyet at another,
And lightly leugh him Childe Vyet
At Lord Ingram, his brother. |
| 22 |
'O laugh ye at my men, brother?
Or do ye laugh at me?
Or laugh ye at young Lady Maisry,
This night my bride's to be?' |
| 23 |
'I laugh na at your men, brother,
Nor do I laugh at thee;
But I laugh at the knightless sport
That I saw wi my ee. |
| 24 |
'It is a ring on ae finger,
A broach on ae breast-bane;
And if ye kent what's under that,
Your love woud soon be dane.' |
| 25 |
Lord Ingram and his merry young men
Out ower the plains are gane,
And pensively walkd him Childe Vyet,
Him single self alane. |
| 26 |
When they had eaten and well drunken,
And a' men bound for bed,
Lord Ingram and Lady Maisry
In ae chamber were laid. |
| 27 |
He laid his hand upon her breast,
And thus pronounced he:
'There is a bairn within your sides,
Wha may the father be? |
| 28 |
'Wha ever be your bairn's father,
Ye will father it on me;
The fairest castle o Snowdown
Your morning gift shall be.' |
| 29 |
'Wha ever be my bairn's father,
I'll neer father it on thee;
For better love I my bairn's father
'Nor ever I'll love thee.' |
| 30 |
Then he's taen out a trusty brand,
Laid it between them tway;
Says, Lye ye there, ye ill woman,
A maid for me till day. |
| 31 |
Next morning her father came,
Well belted wi a brand;
Then up it starts him Lord Ingram,
He was an angry man. |
| 32 |
'If your daughter had been a gude woman,
As I thought she had been,
Cauld iron shoud hae never lien
The lang night us between.' |
| 33 |
'Ohon, alas! my daughter dear,
What's this I hear o thee?
I thought ye was a gude woman
As in the north countrie.' |
| 34 |
'O had your tongue, my father dear,
Let a' your sorrows be;
I never liked Lord Ingram,
Ye ken ye forced me.' |
| 35 |
Then in it came him Childe Vyet,
Well belted wi a brand;
Then up it raise him Lord Ingram,
He was an angry man. |
| 36 |
'Win up, win up, now Lord Ingram,
Rise up immediately,
That you and I the quarrel try,
Who gains the victory. |
| 37 |
'I hae twa brands in ae scabbard,
That cost me mony pound;
Take ye the best, gie me the warst,
And I'll fight where I stand.' |
| 38 |
Then up it starts him Childe Vyet,
Shook back his yellow hair;
The first an stroke Childe Vyet drew,
He wounded Ingram sair. |
| 39 |
Then up it starts him Lord Ingram,
Shed back his coal-black hair'
The first an stroke Lord Ingram drew,
Childe Vyet needed nae mair. |
| 40 |
Nae meen was made for these twa knights,
Whan they were lying dead,
But a' for her Lady Maisry,
That gaes in mournfu weed. |
| 41 |
Says, 'If I hae been an ill woman,
Alas and wae is me!
And if I've been an ill woman,
A gude woman I'll be! |
| 42 |
'Ye'll take frae me my silk attire,
Bring me a palmer's weed,
And thro the world, for their sakes,
I'll gang and beg my bread. |
| 43 |
'If I gang a step for Childe Vyet,
For Lord Ingram I'll gang three;
All for the honour that he paid
At Marykirk to me. |
| 44 |
'I'll gang a step for Childe Vyet,
For Lord Ingram I'll gang three;
It was into my mother's bower
Childe Vyet wronged me.' |
