ISweet Willy’s ta’en him o’er the faem, He’s woo’d a wife and brought her hame. IIHe’s woo’d her for her yellow hair, But his mither wrought her mickle care; IIIIVBut in her bower she sits wi’ pain, And Willy mourns o’er her in vain. VAnd to his mither he has gane; That vile rank witch of vilest kind. VIHe says: ‘My ladie has a cup Wi’ gowd and silver set about. VII‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain, And let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’— VIII‘Of her young bairn she’ll ne’er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter: IX‘But she shall die and turn to clay, And you shall wed another may.’— X‘Another may I’ll marry nane, Another may I’ll ne’er bring hame.’ XIBut sighing says his bonnie wife, ‘I wish this was an end o’ my life! XII‘Yet gae ye unto your mither again, That vile rank witch of vilest kind. XIII‘And say: My ladie has a steed, The like o’ him ’s no in the lands of Leed. XIVXV‘This goodlie gift shall be your ain, And let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’— XVI‘O’ her young bairn she’ll ne’er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter; XVII‘But she shall die and turn to clay, And ye shall wed another may.’— XVIII‘Another may I’ll marry nane, Another may I’ll ne’er bring hame.’ XIXBut sighing says his bonnie wife, ‘I wish this was an end o’ my life! XX‘Yet gae ye unto your mither again, That vile rank witch of vilest kind: XXI‘And say: My ladie has a girdle, It’s a’ red gowd unto the middle. XXII‘And ay at every silver hem Hangs fifty silver bells and ten. XXIII‘That goodlie gift shall be your ain, But let her be lighter o’ her young bairn.’— XXIV‘O’ her young bairn she’s ne’er be lighter, Nor in her bower to shine the brighter: XXV‘But she shall die and turn to clay, And you shall wed another may.’— XXVI‘Another may I’ll never wed nane, Another may I’ll never bring hame.’ XXVIIBut sighing says his bonnie wife, ‘I wish this was an end o’ my life!’ XXVIIIXXIX‘Ye doe ye to the market-place, And there buy ye a loaf o’ wax; XXX‘Ye shape it bairn and bairnly like, And in twa glasses e’en ye’ll pit XXXI‘And do ye to your mither then, And bid her come to your boy’s christ’nen, XXXII‘For dear’s the boy he’s been to you: Then notice weel what she shall do: XXXIII‘And do you stand a little away, And listen weel what she shall say.’ XXXIVHe did him to the market-place, And there he bought a loaf o’ wax. XXXVHe shaped it bairn and bairnly-like, And in ’t twa glasses e’en he pat XXXVIHe did him till his mither then, And bade her to his boy’s christ’nen. XXXVIIAnd he did stand a little forbye And noticed well what she did say.
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