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, The knighte he leapt upon his feete, Quoth hee, But heaven be now my speede, Or else I shall be slaine. 150 155 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, Whan they sawe the soldan falle: The ladye wept, and thanked Christ, That had reskewed her from thrall. 160 165 And nowe the kinge with all his barons And downe he stepped intò the listes, But he for payne and lacke of bloude Was fallen intò a swounde, And there all walteringe in his gore, Lay lifelesse on the grounde. 170 Come downe, come downe, my daughter deare, Farre lever had I lose halfe my landes, Downe then steppeth that fayre ladyè, But when she did his beavere raise, And shriekte and swound awaye. 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, 176 180 185 Ere Christabelle, that ladye milde, 199 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 fayntinge in a deadlye swoune, And with a deepe-fette sighe, That burst her gentle hearte in twayne, Fayre Christabelle did dye. 195 200 V. 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? O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid, Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid: 5 Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, Edward, Edward. 10 Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid, My deir son I tell thee, O. Mither, Mither: O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid, O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid, Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, That erst was sae fair and free, O. 15 O, I hae killed my fadir deir, Edward, Edward: Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, Sum other dule ze drie, O. Mither, mither: 20 O, I hae killed my fadir deir, Alas! and wae is mee, O! And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that, 25 Edward, Edward? And quhatten penance will ze drie for that? My deir son, now tell me, O. Ile set my feit in zonder boat, Mither, mither: 30 Ile set my feit in zonder boat, And Ile fare ovir the sea, O. And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha’, Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha', That were sae fair to see, O? VOL. I. 23 36 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. 40 And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O? The warldis room, let thame beg throw life, The warldis room, let thame beg throw life, And quhat 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, 45 50 Mither, mither: 55 The curse of hell frae me sall ze beir, Sic counseils ze gave to me, 0. This curious Song was transmitted to the Editor by Sir David Dalrymple, Bart. late Lord Hailes. |