Kinloch Manuscripts, V, 327, in the handwriting of Dr. John Hill
Burton.
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Sweet Sir William of Douglas Dale,
A knight's ae son was he;
He dreamed of dear Dame Oliphant,
Lang ere he did her see. |
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He dreamed a woman of great beauty
Gave him a red rose flower,
Well busket about wi the lillies white,
Just like the paramour. |
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O sweet Sir William of Douglas Dale,
A knight's ae son was he,
And he is on to the king's high court,
To serve for meat and fee.
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Five hundred pounds of Spanish gold,
Tied in a towal so white,
And that she has given her Lord William,
Out oer the castle-dyke. |
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Five hundred pounds of Spanish gold,
Tied in a towel sae sma,
And that she has given her own true-love,
Out ore the castle-wa. |
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She rowed hersell in a robe o silk,
To loup the castle-wa;
He ceppet her in his armes twa,
And he let not her get a fa.
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The cocks do craw, and the day does daw,
And the wild fowl bodes on hill;
The lassie she followed her Sweet William,
And let the tears down fall.
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'O want you ribbons to your hair?
Or roses to your sheen?
Or want ye as much of feel daft love
As your heart can contain?' |
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'I want nor ribbons to my hair,
Nor roses to my sheen;
I've got as much o dear bought love
As my heart can contain.'
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He carried a flint in his pocket,
And he strack to her a fire,
And he buskit it roun wi the leaves o oak,
And gart it burn wi ire. |
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He's taen his big coat him about,
And his gun into his hand,
And he has gone to good green wood,
To kill some venison. |
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He's taen his big coat him about,
And his gun into his han,
But lang ere he came back again
She bare his dear young son. |
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He rowed her in his muckle coat,
But in his good night-gown,
And he fed her wi the good goat-milk,
Till she was well able to gang. |
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He's taen his young son in his arm,
His lady in his hand,
And they are down thro good green wood,
As fast as they can gang. |
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And they came to a shepherd's daughter,
Was feeding at her sheep;
Says, Will ye go to Douglass Dale,
Wi my yong son to keep? |
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O I will gee you gold, maiden,
And I will gee you fee,
Gin ye will go to Douglas Dale,
Wi my yong son and me. |
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She's taen his young son in her arm,
And kissed baith cheek and chin;
Says, I will go to Douglas Dale,
As fast as I can win. |
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He's taen his big coat him about,
And his lady in his hand,
And they are off to Douglas Dale,
As fast as they can gang. |
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And when they came to Douglas Dale
A happy man was he,
For his lady, and his young son,
And his nurse, a' three. |
