Recited to me by Ellen Healy, January 14, 1881, as sung
by Moll Lochnie, a woman of about seventy, at a place near
Killarney, before 1867.
1 |
'Where is the lord?
or is he within?'
'He's gone to New England,
to dine with the king.' |
2 |
'Where is his horses?
or where is his men?'
'They're gone to New England,
to wait upon him.' |
3 |
'Where is his lady?
or is she within?'
'She's in her bedchamber,
all in her lying in.' |
4 |
'Can I get at her,
with thousands of lands?
Can I get at her,
to make her understand?' |
5 |
'You cannot get at her,
with thousands of lands;
You cannot get at her,
to make her understand.' |
6 |
'Lady, come down,
and please your child,'
. . . . .
. . . . . |
7 |
'Can't you please my child
with white bread and breast-wine?'
'O lady, come down,
and please him awhile.' |
8 |
'How can I go down,
this cold winter's night,
Without a fire in the kitchen,
or candle to light?' |
9 |
'You've got nine bright lamps,
just as bright as the king;
Lady, come down,
and light one of them.' |
10 |
. . . . .
. . . . .
False Lantin he took her
so brave in his arms. |
11 |
Saying, Where is your friend,
or where is your foe,
That will hold the gold basin,
your heart's blood to flow? |
12 |
'My nurse is not my friend,
my nurse is my foe;
She'll hold the gold basin,
my heart's blood to flow. |
13 |
'O spare my life
for one summer's day,
And I'll give you as much money
as there's sand in the sea.' |
14 |
'I'll not spare your life
for one summer's day,
And I wont have as much money
as there's sand in the sea.' |
15 |
'O spare me my life
until one o'clock,
And I'll give you Queen Betsie,
the flower of the flock.' |
16 |
'O mama, dear mama,
then please him awhile;
My dada is coming,
he's dressed in great style.' |
17 |
False Lantin he heard
the words from the high,
Saying, Your mama is dead,
and away I will fly. |
18 |
'O dada, dear dada,
do not blame me,
'Tis nurse and false Lantin
betrayed your ladie.' |
19 |
'I'll bury my mama
against the wall,
And I'll bury my baba,
white all, white all.' |