-Is given (with corrections) from the editor's ancient folio MS., collated with two printed copies in black-letter; one in the British Museum, the other in the Pepys Collection. Its old title is, "A lamentable ballad of the Lady's fall." To the tune of "In Pescod Time, &c."-The ballad here referred to is preserved in the "Muses Library," 8vo., p. 281. It is an allegory or vision, entitled "The Shepherd's Slumber," and opens with some pretty rural images, viz.: "In pescod time when hound to horn Gives eare till buck be kil'd, "I went to gather strawberries By woods and groves full fair, &c." MARKE well my heavy dolefull tale, You loyall lovers all, And heedfully beare in your breast Fall, A gallant ladyes fall. Long was she wooed, ere shee was wonne, 5 Think on thy former promises, To lead a wedded life, But folly wrought her overthrowe XI. Waly, Waly, Love be Bonny. A SCOTTISH SONG. THIS is a very ancient song, but we could O wherfore shuld I busk my head? only give it from a modern copy. Some editions instead of the four last lines in the second stanza have these, which have too much merit to be wholly suppressed: "Whan cockle shells turn siller bells, And muscles grow on every tree, Arthur's-seat, mentioned in ver. 17, is a hill near Edinburgh; at the bottom of which is St. Anthony's well. O WALY waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, Or wherfore shuld I kame my hair? Tis not the frost, that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaws inclemencìe; We were a comely sight to see, 15 20 25 30 And waly waly yon burn side, Where I and my love wer wont to gae. My love was cled in black velvet, But had I wist, before I kisst, That love had been sae ill to win; 10 |