Then he's rode on frae his lady fair, "Wash on! Wafh on! my bonnie may! your "Whose skin is whiter far than milk !" He has ta'en her by the lilly hand, He has ta'en her by the grafs-green sleeve, Soon as his mouth her lip had press'd, His heart was filled with doubt and dread; 5 "Sir Knight, now take your little penknife, 6 "And o' the pain ye'll feel na mair.” 7 Syne out has he ta'en his little penknife, He row'd in around his face so pale, But the pain increased still mair and mair. Then out, and spake the knight again, And merrily did the mermaid laugh, 2 till He has drawn out his trufty blade, ye be dead!" All for to kill her where the ftood, He has mounted on his berry-brown fteed, Till he has reach'd Dunallan's towers, "Oh! mother, mother, make my bed, * Syne, then. 2 Be wae, be painful. 3 Dorie, swiftly. His mother, fhe has made his bed, She has laid him down, his fair la-dye; His brother has unbent his bow, And death has closed Clerk Colvin's eë! 1 1 1 Eë, eye. There is a great refemblance between this old Scotch Ballad, and the Danish tradition of "the Eri King's Daughter.”. VOL. II. No. LVII. WILLY'S LADY. WILLY's gone over the falt fea foam, He has married a wife, and brought her home; But his mither wrought her mickle çare ; For lighter fhe can never be ; Then to his mither he speaks his mind, And all fet round wi' fparkling stones; "This gudely gift she'll give to thee, *. e. Brought to bed. ." Of "Of her young bairn fhall fhe never be lighter, "Nor in her bour to fhine the brighter, "But fhe fhall die, and turn to clay, "And you fhall wed another may.' "Another may I'll never wed, "Another may I'll never bed !"Then forely did that lady figh, "I wish my hour of death were nigh! Yet fpeak ye again to your mither your mind, "That foul rank witch of cruel kind, "And fay your lady has a steed, "The like of him 's not in the land of Leed: "If of my young bairn I may lighter be." "Of her young bairn fhall fhe never be lighter, "Nor in her bour to fhine the brighter; "But fhe fhall die and turn to clay, "And fhall wed another may." you -"Another may I'll never wed, With that arofe the Billy Blynde, † 02 -"Yet *May, maiden. A familiar fpirit, or good genius. |