Sidor som bilder

O waly, waly, gin love be bonny,
A little time while it is new;
But when its auld, it waxeth cauld,
And fades awa' like morning dew.
O wherfore shuld I busk my head?
Or wherfore shuld I kame my hair?
For my true love has me forsook,
says he'll never loe me mair.

Now Arthur-Seat sall be my bed,

The sheets shall neir be fyl'd by me:



Saint Anton's well sall be my drink,

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I had lockt my heart in a case of gowd,
And pinnd it with a siller pin.


And, oh! if my young babe were born,
And set upon the nurses knee,

And I my sell were dead and gane!

For a maid again Ise never be.



The Wanton Wife of Bath.1

From an ancient copy in black-print, in the Pepys Collection. Mr. Addison has pronounced this an excellent ballad. See the Spectator, No. 248.

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"Thou art a sinner," Adam sayd,
"And here no place shalt have;
"And so art thou, I trowe," quoth shee,
"And eke a' doting knave."

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"I will come in in spight," she sayd,

Our paine and misery;


"Of all such churles as thee;

Thou wert the causer of our woe,

"And first broke God's commandiments,

"In pleasure of thy wife:"

When Adam heard her tell this tale,

He ranne away for life.

Ver. 16. Now gip you. P.

'This ballad was admitted by Percy into the earlier editions of the Reliques, though excluded from the revised edition of 1794.-Editor.

Then downe came Jacob at the gate,

And bids her packe to hell:

"Thou false deceiving knave," quoth she,


"Thou mayst be there as well.

For thou deceiv'dst thy father deare,

And thine own brother too :"


Away 'slunk' Jacob presently,

And made no more adoo.

She knockes again with might and maine,
And Lot he chides her straite:

"How now," quoth she, "thou drunken ass,
Who bade thee here to prate?

"With thy two daughters thou didst lye, On them two bastardes got:

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And thus most tauntingly she chaft
Against poor silly Lot.

"Who calleth there," quoth Judith then,
"With such shrill sounding notes ?"

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"This fine minkes surely came not here," Quoth she, "for cutting throats!"

Good Lord, how Judith blush'd for shame,
When she heard her say soe!


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Quoth David, "Who knockes there so loud,

And maketh all this strife?"


"You were more kinde, good sir," she sayd, "Unto Uriah's wife.

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"Thou hadst seven hundred wives at once,
For whom thou didst provide,

And yet, God wot, three hundred whores
Thou must maintain beside.

"And they made thee forsake thy God,

And worship stockes and stones; Besides the charge they put thee to In breeding of young bones.

"Hadst thou not bin beside thy wits,


Thou wouldst not thus have ventur'd;


And therefore I do marvel much

How thou this place hast enter'd.”

"I never heard," quoth Jonas then,


So vile a scold as this;"

"Thou whore-son, run-away," quoth she, "Thou diddest more amiss."




"They say,"" quoth Thomas, " womens tongues

Of aspen-leaves are made;"

"Thou unbelieving wretch," quoth she,

"All is not true that's sayd."

When Mary Magdalen heard her then,

She came unto the gate;

Quoth she, "Good woman, you must think
Upon your former state.

"No sinner enters in this place,"

Quoth Mary Magdalene. "Then

"Twere ill for you, fair mistress mine," She answered her agen.

"You for your honestye," quoth she, "Had once been ston'd to death, Had not our Saviour Christ come by, And written on the earth.

"It was not by your occupation
You are become divine;

I hope my soul, in Christ his passion,
Shall be as safe as thine."

Ver. 77. I think. P.

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"Fond fool," quoth he, "knock not so fast,

Thou weariest Christ with cries."

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