Ancient Poems [43]
'O, lady fair, but that would be sair, To slay an auld Carl that wears grey hair.
'My own lady fair, I'll not do that, I'll pay him his fee . . . . . . ' 'O, where have ye ridden this lee lang day, And where have ye stown this fair lady away?'
'I have not ridden this lee lang day, Nor yet have I stown this lady away; 'For she is, I trow, my sick sister, Whom I have been bringing fra' Winchester.'
'If she's been sick, and nigh to dead, What makes her wear the ribbon so red? 'If she's been sick, and like to die, What makes her wear the gold sae high?'
When came the Carl to the lady's yett, He rudely, rudely rapped thereat. 'Now where is the lady of this hall?' 'She's out with her maids a playing at the ball.'
'Ha, ha, ha! ye are all mista'en, Ye may count your maidens owre again. 'I met her far beyond the lea With the young Earl Brand his leman to be.'
Her father of his best men armed fifteen, And they're ridden after them bidene. The lady looked owre her left shoulder then, Says, 'O Earl Brand we are both of us ta'en.'
'If they come on me one by one, You may stand by till the fights be done; 'But if they come on me one and all, You may stand by and see me fall.'
They came upon him one by one, Till fourteen battles he has won; And fourteen men he has them slain, Each after each upon the plain.
But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And dealt him a deep and a deadly wound. Though he was wounded to the deid, He set his lady on her steed.
They rode till they came to the river Doune, And there they lighted to wash his wound. 'O, Earl Brand, I see your heart's blood!' 'It's nothing but the glent and my scarlet hood.'
They rode till they came to his mother's yett, So faint and feebly he rapped thereat. 'O, my son's slain, he is falling to swoon, And it's all for the sake of an English loon.'
'O, say not so, my dearest mother, But marry her to my youngest brother - 'To a maiden true he'll give his hand, Hey lillie, ho lillie lallie.
To the king's daughter o' fair England, To a prize that was won by a slain brother's brand, I' the brave nights so early!'
Ballad: THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE; OR, THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS. (TRADITIONAL.)
[THE following ballad has long been popular in Worcestershire and some of the adjoining counties. It was printed for the first time by Mr. Allies of Worcester, under the title of THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE; but amongst the peasantry of that county, and the adjoining county of Warwick, it has always been called THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS - the name given to a fragment of the ballad still used as a nursery song in the north of England, the chorus of which slightly varies from that of the ballad. See post, p. 250. The title of THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS is derived from the usage of calling a ballad after the first line - a practice that has descended to the present day. In Shakspeare's comedy of AS YOU LIKE IT there appears to be an allusion to this ballad. Le Beau says, -
There comes an old man and his three sons,
to which Celia replies,
I could match this beginning with an old tale. - i. 2.
Whether THE JOVIAL HUNTER belongs to either Worcestershire or Warwickshire is rather questionable. The probability is that it is a north country ballad connected with the family of Bolton, of Bolton, in Wensleydale. A tomb, said to be that of Sir Ryalas Bolton, the JOVIAL HUNTER, is shown in Bromsgrove church, Worcestershire; but there is no evidence beyond tradition to connect it with the name or deeds of any 'Bolton;' indeed it is well known that the tomb belongs to a family of another name. In the following version are preserved some of the peculiarities of the Worcestershire dialect.]
OLD Sir Robert Bolton had three sons, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; And one of them was Sir Ryalas, For he was a jovial hunter.
He ranged all round down by the wood side, Wind well thy horn, good hunter, Till in a tree-top a gay lady he spied, For he was a jovial hunter.
'Oh, what dost thee
'My own lady fair, I'll not do that, I'll pay him his fee . . . . . . ' 'O, where have ye ridden this lee lang day, And where have ye stown this fair lady away?'
'I have not ridden this lee lang day, Nor yet have I stown this lady away; 'For she is, I trow, my sick sister, Whom I have been bringing fra' Winchester.'
'If she's been sick, and nigh to dead, What makes her wear the ribbon so red? 'If she's been sick, and like to die, What makes her wear the gold sae high?'
When came the Carl to the lady's yett, He rudely, rudely rapped thereat. 'Now where is the lady of this hall?' 'She's out with her maids a playing at the ball.'
'Ha, ha, ha! ye are all mista'en, Ye may count your maidens owre again. 'I met her far beyond the lea With the young Earl Brand his leman to be.'
Her father of his best men armed fifteen, And they're ridden after them bidene. The lady looked owre her left shoulder then, Says, 'O Earl Brand we are both of us ta'en.'
'If they come on me one by one, You may stand by till the fights be done; 'But if they come on me one and all, You may stand by and see me fall.'
They came upon him one by one, Till fourteen battles he has won; And fourteen men he has them slain, Each after each upon the plain.
But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And dealt him a deep and a deadly wound. Though he was wounded to the deid, He set his lady on her steed.
They rode till they came to the river Doune, And there they lighted to wash his wound. 'O, Earl Brand, I see your heart's blood!' 'It's nothing but the glent and my scarlet hood.'
They rode till they came to his mother's yett, So faint and feebly he rapped thereat. 'O, my son's slain, he is falling to swoon, And it's all for the sake of an English loon.'
'O, say not so, my dearest mother, But marry her to my youngest brother - 'To a maiden true he'll give his hand, Hey lillie, ho lillie lallie.
To the king's daughter o' fair England, To a prize that was won by a slain brother's brand, I' the brave nights so early!'
Ballad: THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE; OR, THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS. (TRADITIONAL.)
[THE following ballad has long been popular in Worcestershire and some of the adjoining counties. It was printed for the first time by Mr. Allies of Worcester, under the title of THE JOVIAL HUNTER OF BROMSGROVE; but amongst the peasantry of that county, and the adjoining county of Warwick, it has always been called THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS - the name given to a fragment of the ballad still used as a nursery song in the north of England, the chorus of which slightly varies from that of the ballad. See post, p. 250. The title of THE OLD MAN AND HIS THREE SONS is derived from the usage of calling a ballad after the first line - a practice that has descended to the present day. In Shakspeare's comedy of AS YOU LIKE IT there appears to be an allusion to this ballad. Le Beau says, -
There comes an old man and his three sons,
to which Celia replies,
I could match this beginning with an old tale. - i. 2.
Whether THE JOVIAL HUNTER belongs to either Worcestershire or Warwickshire is rather questionable. The probability is that it is a north country ballad connected with the family of Bolton, of Bolton, in Wensleydale. A tomb, said to be that of Sir Ryalas Bolton, the JOVIAL HUNTER, is shown in Bromsgrove church, Worcestershire; but there is no evidence beyond tradition to connect it with the name or deeds of any 'Bolton;' indeed it is well known that the tomb belongs to a family of another name. In the following version are preserved some of the peculiarities of the Worcestershire dialect.]
OLD Sir Robert Bolton had three sons, Wind well thy horn, good hunter; And one of them was Sir Ryalas, For he was a jovial hunter.
He ranged all round down by the wood side, Wind well thy horn, good hunter, Till in a tree-top a gay lady he spied, For he was a jovial hunter.
'Oh, what dost thee