Sir Patrick Spens Thou art but yong; the kyng replyed: The first man, that Lord Howard chose, To bring home a traytor live or dead: 40 45 20 Now by the roode, three yeares and more With that the pinnace itt shott off, Full well Lord Howard might it ken; 25 Looke that thy word be true, thou said; 30 For at my maine-mast thou shall hang, If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread. Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold, And when he saw his pinnace sunke, 35 40 Lord, how his heart with rage did swell! "Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon; Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell." When my Lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose, 45 Within his heart hee was full faine: "Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes, Sound all your trumpetts out amaine.” Fight on, my men, Sir Andrewe sais, Itt is my lord admirall of Englànd, Is come to seeke mee on the sea. In att his decke he gave a shott, Killed threescore of his men of warre. 55 60 XIII. Lady Anne, Bothwell's Lament. A SCOTTISH SONG. THE subject of this pathetic ballad the Editor once thought might possibly relate to the Earl of Bothwell, and his desertion of his wife Lady Jean Gordon, to make room for his marriage with the Queen of Scots. But this opinion he now believes to be groundless; indeed Earl Bothwell's age, who was upwards of sixty at the time of that marriage, renders it unlikely that he should be the object of so warm a passion as this elegy supposes. He has been since informed, that it entirely refers to a private story. A young lady of the name of Bothwell, or rather Boswell, having been, together with her child, deserted by her husband or lover, composed these affecting lines herself; which here are given from a copy in the Editor's folio MS., corrected by another in Allan Ramsay's Miscellany. BALOW, my babe, lye still and sleipe! Balow, my babe, ly stil and sleipe, Whan he began to court my luve, 15 *When sugar was first imported into Europe, it was a very great dainty; and therefore the epithet sugred is used by all our old writers metaphorically to express extreme and delicate sweetness. (See above, No. XI. v. 10.) Sugar at present is cheap and common; and therefore suggests now a coarse and vulgar idea. |