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This ballad exemplifies a superstition deeply rooted in the belief of all the northern nations—the desire of the Elves and Water-spirits for the love of Christians, and the danger of being exposed to their fascination. The object of their fatal passion is generally a bridegroom, or a bride, on the eve of marriage. See, in the Appendix, Sir Oluf and the Elf-King's Daughter, for further illustrations; also the two succeeding pieces.

Clerk Colvill was first printed in Herd's Scottish Songs, (i. 217,) and was inserted, in an altered shape, in Lewis's Tales of Wonder, (No. 56.)

Clerk Colvill and his lusty dame

Were walking in the garden green;

The belt around her stately waist

Cost Clerk Colvill of pounds fifteen.

5 "O promise me now, Clerk Colvill,

Or it will cost ye muckle strife,

Ride never by the wells of Slane,

If ye wad live and brook your life."

"Now speak nae mair, my lusty dame,

10 Now speak nae mair of that to me:

Did I ne'er see a fair woman,

But I wad sin with her fair body?"

He's ta'en leave o' his gay lady,

Nought minding what his lady said,

15 And he's rode by the wells of Slane,

Where washing was a bonny maid.

"Wash on, wash on, my bonny maid,

That wash sae clean your sark of silk;"

"And weel fa' you, fair gentleman,

20 Your body's whiter than the milk."

Then loud, loud cry'd the Clerk Colvill,

"O my head it pains me sair;"

"Then take, then take," the maiden said,

25 "And frae my sark you'll cut a gare."

Then she's gi'ed him a little bane-knife,

And frae her sark he cut a share; She's ty'd it round his whey-white face, But ay his head it aked mair.

30 Then louder cry'd the Clerk Colvill,

"O sairer, sairer akes my head;"

"And sairer, sairer ever will,"

The maiden crys, "till you be dead."

Out then he drew his shining blade,

35 Thinking to stick her where she stood;

But she was vanish'd to a fish,

And swam far off, a fair mermaid.

"O mother, mother, braid my hair;

My lusty lady, make my bed;

40 O brother, take my sword and spear,

For I have seen the false mermaid."

27, his sark.