The soldan strucke the knighte a stroke, That made him reele asyde; Then woe-begone was that fayre ladyè, 145 And thrice she deeply sighde. The soldan strucke a second stroke, The soldan strucke a third fell stroke, Sad sorrow pierced that ladyes heart, The knighte he leapt upon his feete, All recklesse of the pain: Quoth hee, But heaven be now my speede, Or else I shall be slaine. He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte, And spying a secrette part, He drave it into the soldan's syde, And pierced him to the heart. : Then all the people gave a shoute, 150 155 160 · 165 And And nowe the kinge with all his barons And downe he stepped into the listes, That curteous knighte to greete. 170 But he for payne and lacke of bloude And there all walteringe in his gore, Lay lifelesse on the grounde. Come downe, come downe, my daughter deare, 175 Thou art a leeche of skille; Farre lever had I lose halfe my landes, Than this good knighte sholde spille. Downe then steppeth that fayre ladyè, Sir Cauline juste lifte up his eyes When he heard his ladye crye, O ladye, I am thine owne true love; Then giving her one partinge looke, t 180 185 190 But But when she found her comelye knighte Indeed was dead and gone, She layde her pale cold cheeke to his, And thus she made her moane: O staye, my deare and onlye lord, Then tayntinge in a deadlye swoune, And with a deepe-fette sighe, That burst her gentle hearte in twayne, ས. EDWARD, EDWARD. A SCOTTISH BALLAD. From a MS. copy transmitted from Scotland. QUHY dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid, Edward, Edward? Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid ? And quhy sae sad gang zee, O? Mither, mither: 195 200 O, I bae killed my hauke sae guid, 5 O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid: And I had nae mair bot hee, O. Zour Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, Edward, Edward : Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that, 25 And quhatten penance will ze drie for that? My deir son, now tell me, O. Ile set my feit in zonder boat, And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha', Edward, Edward ? And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha', 35 That were sae fair to see, O? Ile Ile let thame stand til they doun fa', Mither, mither: Ile let thame stand till they doun fa', For here nevir mair maun I bee, O. And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward? And qubat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O? The warldis room, let thame beg throw life, Mither, mither: The warldis room, let thame beg throw life, And qubat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir ? The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir, Mither, mither: The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir, Sic counseils ze gave to me, O. 40 45 50 55 This curious Song was transmitted to the Editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart. late Lord Hailes. VI. KING |