A Bundle of Ballads [46]
lord, Than he that died on Yarrow."--
"O haud your tongue, father," she says, "And let be till to-morrow; A better lord there coudna be Than he that died on Yarrow."
She kissed his lips, and combed his hair, As she had dune before, O; Then wi' a crack her heart did brack Upon the braes o' Yarrow.
KEMP OWYNE.
Her mother died when she was young, Which gave her cause to make great moan; Her father married the warst woman That ever lived in Christendom.
She serv-ed her with foot and hand, In every thing that she could dee; Till once in an unlucky time, She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.
Says, "Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow you with kisses three, Let all the warld do what they will, Oh! borrowed shall you never be."
Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang, And twisted thrice about the tree; And all the people far and near, Thought that a savage beast was she; These news did come to Kemp Owyne, Where he lived far beyond the sea.
He hasted him to Craigy's sea, And on the savage beast looked he; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted was about the tree; And with a swing she came about, "Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal belt," she cried, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me tail or fin, I vow my belt your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in, gave her a kiss, The royal belt he brought him wi' Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted twice about the tree; And with a swing she came about, "Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal ring," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your finger it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me tail or fin, I swear my ring your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi'; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted ance about the tree; And with a swing she came about, "Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal brand," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me tail or fin, I swear my brand your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in, gave her a kiss, The royal brand he brought him wi'; Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short, And twisted nane about the tree: And smilingly she came about, As fair a woman, as fair could be.
O'ER THE WATER TO CHARLIE.
As I came by the shore o' Forth, And in by the craigs o' Bernie; There I spied a ship on the sea, And the skipper o' her was Charlie.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, O'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbie, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
Charlie keeps nae needles nor pins, And Charlie keeps nae trappin'; But Charlie keeps twa bonnie black een, Would haud the lasses waukin'.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, O'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbie, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
O Charlie is neither laird nor lord, Nor Charlie is a caddie; But Charlie has twa bonnie red cheeks, And he's my juggler laddie.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, O'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbie, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
A pinch o' snuff to poison the whigs, A gill o' Geneva to drown them; And he that winna drink Charlie's health, May roaring seas surround him.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, And o'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Brown another half-crown, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
ADMIRAL HOSIER'S GHOST.
As near Porto-Bello lying On the gently swelling flood, At midnight with streamers flying Our triumphant navy rode; There while Vernon sate all-glorious From the Spaniards' late defeat: And his crews, with shouts victorious, Drank success to England's fleet:
On a sudden shrilly sounding, Hideous yells
"O haud your tongue, father," she says, "And let be till to-morrow; A better lord there coudna be Than he that died on Yarrow."
She kissed his lips, and combed his hair, As she had dune before, O; Then wi' a crack her heart did brack Upon the braes o' Yarrow.
KEMP OWYNE.
Her mother died when she was young, Which gave her cause to make great moan; Her father married the warst woman That ever lived in Christendom.
She serv-ed her with foot and hand, In every thing that she could dee; Till once in an unlucky time, She threw her in ower Craigy's sea.
Says, "Lie you there, dove Isabel, And all my sorrows lie with thee; Till Kemp Owyne come ower the sea, And borrow you with kisses three, Let all the warld do what they will, Oh! borrowed shall you never be."
Her breath grew strang, her hair grew lang, And twisted thrice about the tree; And all the people far and near, Thought that a savage beast was she; These news did come to Kemp Owyne, Where he lived far beyond the sea.
He hasted him to Craigy's sea, And on the savage beast looked he; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted was about the tree; And with a swing she came about, "Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal belt," she cried, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me tail or fin, I vow my belt your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in, gave her a kiss, The royal belt he brought him wi' Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted twice about the tree; And with a swing she came about, "Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal ring," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your finger it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me tail or fin, I swear my ring your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in, gave her a kiss, The royal ring he brought him wi'; Her breath was strang, her hair was lang, And twisted ance about the tree; And with a swing she came about, "Come to Craigy's sea and kiss with me.
"Here is a royal brand," she said, "That I have found in the green sea; And while your body it is on, Drawn shall your blood never be; But if you touch me tail or fin, I swear my brand your death shall be."
He stepp-ed in, gave her a kiss, The royal brand he brought him wi'; Her breath was sweet, her hair grew short, And twisted nane about the tree: And smilingly she came about, As fair a woman, as fair could be.
O'ER THE WATER TO CHARLIE.
As I came by the shore o' Forth, And in by the craigs o' Bernie; There I spied a ship on the sea, And the skipper o' her was Charlie.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, O'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbie, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
Charlie keeps nae needles nor pins, And Charlie keeps nae trappin'; But Charlie keeps twa bonnie black een, Would haud the lasses waukin'.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, O'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbie, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
O Charlie is neither laird nor lord, Nor Charlie is a caddie; But Charlie has twa bonnie red cheeks, And he's my juggler laddie.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, O'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Ross another bawbie, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
A pinch o' snuff to poison the whigs, A gill o' Geneva to drown them; And he that winna drink Charlie's health, May roaring seas surround him.
O'er the water, and o'er the sea, And o'er the water to Charlie; I'll gie John Brown another half-crown, To boat me o'er to Charlie.
ADMIRAL HOSIER'S GHOST.
As near Porto-Bello lying On the gently swelling flood, At midnight with streamers flying Our triumphant navy rode; There while Vernon sate all-glorious From the Spaniards' late defeat: And his crews, with shouts victorious, Drank success to England's fleet:
On a sudden shrilly sounding, Hideous yells