Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 280; from the recitation of Mrs.
Trail of Paisley.
| 1 |
Doun and cam the queen hersell,
Wi the goud links in her hair:
'O what did ye do wi the braw lad bairn
That I heard greet sae sair? |
| 2 |
'There was never a babe into my room,
Nor ever intends to be;
It was but a fit o the sair colic,
That was like to gar me die.' |
| 3 |
Doun and cam the king himsell,
And an angry man was he:
'If ye had saved that braw child's life,
It might hae been an honour to thee.' |
| 4 |
They socht the chamer up and doun,
And in below the bed,
And there they fand a braw lad-bairn
Lying lapperin in his blood. |
| 5 |
She rowed it up in her apron green,
And threw it in the sea:
'Een sink or swim, you braw lad bairn!
Ye'll neer get mair o me.'
* * * * * |
| 6 |
When she gaed up the Cannogate,
She gied loud lauchters three;
But or she cam to the Cowgate Head
The tears did blind her ee. |
| 7 |
'Come a' ye jovial sailors,
That sail upon the sea,
Tell neither my father nor mother
The death that I'm to die! |
| 8 |
'Come a' ye jovial sailors,
That sail upon the main,
See that ye tell baith my father and mother
That I'm coming sailing hame! |
| 9 |
'My father he's the Duke of York,
And my mother's a gay ladie,
And I mysell a pretty fair lady,
And the king fell in love with me.' |
