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e 60: Ornamented with pearl-shaped beads of a metal resembling brass.] [Footnote 61: Think.] [Footnote 62: Puppet.] [Footnote 63: Such.] [Footnote 64: Brisk.] [Footnote 65: A sweet drink of ale, honey, and spice.] [Footnote 66: Mead.] [Footnote 67: Skittish.] [Footnote 68: Buckler.] [Footnote 69: Primrose.] [Footnote 70: Pansy.] [Footnote 71: Lie.] [Footnote 72: Yeoman.] * * * * * ANONYMOUS BALLADS OF THE SIXTEENTH AND SEVENTEENTH CENTURIES. WALY, WALY BUT LOVE BE BONNY. O waly,[73] waly up the bank, And waly, waly down the brae,[74] And waly, waly yon burn[75] side, Where I and my love wont to gae. I lean'd my back unto an aik,[76] I thought it was a trusty tree; But first it bow'd and syne[77] it brak, Sae my true love did lightly me. O waly, waly but love be bonny, A little time while it is new; But when 'tis auld it waxeth cauld, And fades away like the morning dew. O wherefore should I busk[78] my head? Or wherefore should I kame[79] my hair? For my true love has me forsook, And says he'll never love me mair. Now Arthur-Seat shall be my bed, The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by me; Saint Anton's well[80] shall be my drink, Sinn my true love has forsaken me. Martinmas' wind, when wilt thou blaw And shake the green leaves off the tree? O gentle death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I'm aweary. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snow's inclemency; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see; My love was clad in the black velvet, And I myself in cramasie.[81] But had I wist, before I kissed, That love had been sae ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold, And pin'd it with a silver pin. Oh, oh, if my young babe were born, And set upon the nurse's knee, And I myself were dead and gane, And the green grass growing over me! [Footnote 73: An exclamation of sorrow, woe! alas!] [Footnote 74: Hillside.] [Footnote 75: Brook.] [Footnote 76: Oak.] [Footnote 77: Then.] [Footnote 78: Adorn.] [Footnote 79: Comb.] [Footnote 80: At the foot of Arthur's-Seat, a cliff near Edinburgh.] [Footnote 81: Crimson.] THE TWO CORBIES.[82] As I was walking all alane I heard twa corbies making a man
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