Communicated by Mr. Alexander Laing, 1873, as taken
down from the recitation of Miss Fanny Walker, of Mount
Pleasant, near Newburgh-on-Tay.
| 1 |
Lord Travell stands in his stable-door,
Dressing his milk-white steed,
An bye comes Lady Ounceville:
'I wish you muckle speed. |
| 2 |
'Oh whar are ye gaun, Lord Travell?' she says,
'Whar are gaun frae me?'
'I am gaun to London town,
Some strange things for to see.' |
| 3 |
'Whan will ye be back, Lord Travell?' she says,
'Whan will ye be back to me?'
'I will be back in seven lang years,
To wed my gay ladie.' |
| 4 |
'Oh that is too lang for me,' she says,
'Oh that is too lang for me;
Oh that is too lang for me,' she says,
'To wed thy gay ladie.' |
| 5 |
He hadna been in London town
A week but only three,
When a boding voice thirld in his ear,
That Scotland he maun see. |
| 6 |
He rade an he rode alang the highway,
Till he cam to yon little town:
'Oh is there ony body dead?
The bells they mak sic a sound.' |
| 7 |
He rade an he rode alang the highway,
Till he cam to yon little town:
'Oh is there ony body dead?
The folk gae mournin round.' |
| 8 |
'Oh yes indeed, there is ane dead,
Her name is Ounceville;
An she has died for a courteous knicht,
His name is Lord Travell.' |
| 9 |
'Oh hand ye aboot, ye gentlemen,
The white bread an the wine,
For the morn's nicht aboot this time
Ye'll do the same for mine!' |
