Читать книгу English and Scottish Ballads (Vol. 1-8) - Various Authors - Страница 118

His lady sat on her castle wa',

Beholding dale and doun;

And there she saw her ain gude lord

Come walking to the toun.

"Ye're welcome, ye're welcome, my ain gude lord,5

Ye're welcome hame to me;

But where-away are my twa sons?

Ye suld hae brought them wi' ye."

"O they are putten to a deeper lear,

And to a higher scule:10

Your ain twa sons will no be hame

Till the hallow days o' Yule."

"O sorrow, sorrow, come mak my bed;

And, dule, come lay me doun;

For I will neither eat nor drink,15

Nor set a fit on groun'!"

The hallow days o' Yule were come,

And the nights were lang and mirk,

When in and cam her ain twa sons,

And their hats made o' the birk.20

It neither grew in syke nor ditch,

Nor yet in ony sheuch;

But at the gates o' Paradise

That birk grew fair eneuch.

"Blow up the fire, now, maidens mine,25

Bring water from the well;

For a' my house shall feast this night,

Since my twa sons are well.

"O eat and drink, my merry-men a',

The better shall ye fare;30

For my two sons they are come hame

To me for evermair."

And she has gane and made their bed,

She's made it saft and fine;

And she's happit them wi' her gay mantil,35

Because they were her ain.

But the young cock crew in the merry Linkum,

And the wild fowl chirped for day;

And the aulder to the younger said,

"Brother, we maun away.40

"The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,

The channerin worm doth chide;

Gin we be missed out o' our place,

A sair pain we maun bide."

"Lie still, lie still a little wee while,45

Lie still but if we may;

Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,

She'll gae mad ere it be day."

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O it's they've taen up their mother's mantil,

And they've hung it on a pin:50

"O lang may ye hing, my mother's mantil,

Ere ye hap us again."