Take you example by this thing, OLD BALLAD. THE TWA BROTHERS. THERE were twal brothers at the scule,2 It's " Will ye play at the stane-chucking,4 Or will ye gae up to yon hill head, And there we 'll warsell a fa'?"6 JOHN." I winna play at the stane-chucking, But I'll gae up to yon bonnie green hill, They warsled up, they warsled down, JOHN. A dirk' fell out of William's pouch,8 "O lift me up upon your back, And wash my bluidy wounds o'er and o'er, JOHN. He's lifted his brother upon his back, He's washed his bluidy wounds o'er and o'er, "Tak ye aff my Holland sark,1 He's taken off his Holland sark, "Tak now aff my green mantle, 5 And tak me up to yon kirk style, He's taken aff the green mantle, He's laid him down by yon kirk style, "What will ye say to your father dear, WILLIAM.-"I'll say ye 're lying at yon kirk style, Whare the grass grows fair and green." 66 JOHN. O no, 0 no, my brother dear, O you must not say so; But say, that I'm gaen to a foreign land, When he sat in his father's chair He grew baith pale and wan, MOTHER." O what blude1's that upon your brow? O dear son, tell to me." 66 WILLIAM.- 'It is the blude o' my gude gray steedHe wadna ride wi' me." MOTHER." O thy steed's blude was ne'er sae red, "O what blude 's that upon your cheek? دو WILLIAM." It is the blude of my greyhound, MOTHER." O thy hound's blude was ne'er sae red, O what blude 's this upon your hand? O dear son, tell to me.' WILLIAM.-"It is the blude of my gay goss hawk, He wadna flee for me." MOTHER. "O thy hawk's blude was ne'er sae red, Nor e'er sae dear to me. 66 'O what blude 's this upon your dirk? WILLIAM. 66 It is the blude of my ae2 brother; MOTHER. "O what will ye say to your father? Dear Willie, tell to me.' WILLIAM.- -"I'll saddle my steed, and awa I 'll ride, To dwell in some far countrie." -"O when will ye come hame again? Dear Willie, tell to me." WILLIAM. "When sun and mune leap on yon hill; And that will never be." 1 Blood. 2 One-only. 3 Sorrow. 4 Woe. She turned hersel' right round about, 1 OLD BALLAD. THE CHILD OF ELLE. ON yonder hill a castle stands, The Child of Elle to his garden went, Whan, lo! he beheld fair Emmeline's page The Child of Elle he hyed him thence, Y-wis2 he stoode not stille; And soone he mette faire Emmeline's page Come climbing up the hille. "Nowe sain thee and save thee, thou little foot-page, Nowe welcome art thou to me; Oh, tell me how does thy ladye gaye, And what may thy tydinges be?" "My lady she is all woe begone, And the teares they falle from her eyne; And aye she laments the deadlye feude Betweene her house and thine. "And here shee sends thee a silken scarfe, And biddes thee sometimes thinke on her, "And here she sends thee a ring of golde, "For, ah! her gentle heart is broke, And in grave soone must shee be, Sith her father hath chose her a new new love, And forbidde her to think of thee. "Her father hath brought her a carlish1 knighte, Sir John, of the north countraye; And within three dayes shee must him wedde, 66 دو Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page, And tell her that I, her owne true love, 66 Will dye, or sette her free. Nowe hye thee backe, thou little foot-page, This night will I bee at her bowre2 windowe, The boye he tripped, the boye he ranne, |