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"elas! soe well you know, Sir Knight, I cannott bee your peere."
"ffor some deeds of armes ffaine wold I doe to be your Bacheeleere."
"vpon Eldridge hill there growes a thorne
& wold you, Sir Knight, wake there all night
"ffor the Eldrige King that is mickle of Might will examine you beforne;
& there was neuer man that bare his liffe away since the day that I was borne."
"but I will ffor your sake, ffaire Ladye,
but this Ladye is gone to her Chamber,
vnto midnight they Moone did rise, he walked vp and downe,
& a lightsome bugle then heard he blow
ouer the bents soe browne.
saies hee, "and if cryance come vntill my hart, I am ffarr ffrom any good towne;"
& he spyed ene a litle him by,
a ffuryous King and a ffell,
& soe fast hee called vpon Sir Cawline,
he sayes, "[no] cryance comes to my hart, nor ifaith I ffeare not thee;
ffor because thou minged not christ before, Thee lesse me dreadeth thee."
but Sir Cawline he shooke a speare,
I, & fflying ouer his head soe hye,
& his lady stood a litle thereby, ffast ringing her hands:
"for they maydens loue that you haue most meed, smyte you my Lord no more,
& heest neuer come vpon Eldrige [hill] him to sport, gamon, or play,
& to meete noe man of middle earth, & that liues on christs his lay.
but he then vp, and that Eldryge King sett him in his sadle againe,
& that Eldryge King & his Ladye
to their castle are they gone.
& hee tooke then vp & that Eldryge sword as hard as any fflynt,
& soe he did those ringes 5,
harder than ffyer, and brent.
ffirst he presented to the King's daughter
"but a serrett buffett you haue him giuen,
comen beside the rood."
& a Gyant that was both stiffe [&] strong,
& he dranke then on the Kings wine,
ffor feare he shold them greeffe.
"Ile tell thee mine Arrand, King," he sayes,
or Ile haue thy daughter deere ;
the King he turned him round about,
"I, & hee shall haue my broad Lands, & keepe them well his liue;
I, and soe hee shall my daughter deere, to be his weded wiffe."
& then stood vp Sir Cawline
his owne errand ffor to say.
"ifaith, I wold to god, Sir," sayd Sir Cawline, “that Soldan I will assay.
goe, ffeitch me downe my Eldrige sword, ffor I woone itt att [a] ffray." "but away, away!" sayd the hend Soldan, "thou tarryest mee here all day!"
but the hend Soldan and Sir Cawline
& the King has betaken him his broade lando & all his venison.
"but take you too & your Lands [soe] broad, & brooke them well your liffe,
ffor you promised mee your daughter deere to be my weded wiffe."
A SCOTTISH BALLAD.
From a MS. copy transmitted from Scotland.
HE affectedly antique orthography of this ballad has
caused some to suppose that it was a modern invention, probably by Lady Wardlaw, the author of Hardyknute, but Motherwell obtained another version from
the recitation of an old woman, which he printed in his Minstrelsy under the title of "Son Davie, son Davie." He there says that there is reason to believe that Lord Hailes "made a few slight verbal improvements in the copy he transmitted, and altered the hero's name to Edward, a name which, by the bye, never occurs in a Scottish ballad except where allusion is made to an English king."
There is a Swedish ballad of the same character entitled The Fratricide's Lament and Dialogue with his Mother before he wanders away from home for ever.
The form of a dialogue between a mother and her son is a favourite one in the old ballads, and "Lord Donald" in Kinloch's Scottish Ballads and "Lord Randal" in Scott's Minstrelsy bear some likeness to the ballad of "Edward." The hero is supposed to have been poisoned by eating toads prepared as a dish of fishes, nd the last stanza of Kinloch's ballad is as follows:
"What will ye leave to your true love, Lord Donald,
What will ye leave to your true love,