Lady Maisry
anonimo
| Bonny Susie Cleland | |
THE BURNING My father was the first good man Who tied me to the stake; My mother was the first good woman, She did the fire make. My brother was the second good man, He did the fire fetch; And my sister was the second good woman Who lighted it with a match. And they blew the fire, they kindled the fire Till it did reach my knee: “Oh mother, mother, quench the fire! For the smoke do smother me.” “Oh had I but my little foot-page, An errand he might run; I would send him away to London gay To bid my lord come home.” Well, by there stood by her sister’s child, Her own dear sister’s son: “It's many an errand I’ve run for thee And this one too I’ll run.” He ran, where the bridge it were broken down, He bent his bow and swam; He swam till he came to the good green land, There he jumped to his feet and ran. And he ran till he came to his uncle’s hall Where is uncle sat at meat: “Good meat, good meat, good uncle, I pray, If you knew what I have to say, How little you would eat!” “Oh is my castle broken down, Or is my tower won? Or is my lady brought to bed Of a daughter or a son?” “Your castle is not broken down, Nor is your tower won; Nor is your lady brought to bed Of a daughter or a son.” “But she has give me a gay gold ring With posies round the rim, And she swears if you bear any love for her, You will ride to her burning.” So he's called up his merry men By one, by two, by three; And he’s mounted upon his milk-white steed To ride to Margery. She's looked o'er her left shoulder, Saw her girdle hanging free: “Oh God bless them that gave me this! For no more they’ll give to me.” She's looked o'er her right shoulder, Saw her lord come riding home: “Oh mother, mother, quench the fire! For I am nearly gone.” But they blew the fire, they kindled the fire, Till it did reach her chin: “O mother, mother, quench the fire! For I am nearly gone.” He's mounted down from his milk-white steed And into the fire he's run; He was thinking to save his lady gay, But he had staid too long. | There lived a lady in Scotland Hey my love and ho my joy There lived a lady in Scotland Wha dearly lo’d me There lived a lady in Scotland She’s fa’n in love wi’ an Englishman And bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee. The faither tae the dochter cam’ “Will ye forsake yer Englishman?” And bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee. “If ye’ll no’ that Englishman forsake Then I maun burn ye at the stake” And bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee. “I’ll no’ that Englishman forsake Though ye may burn me at the stake” And bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee. “Oh whaur will I get a little wee boy Tae carry tidings tae my joy That bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee?” “Here am I a pretty wee boy An’ I’ll carry tidings tae yer joy That bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee.” “O gie tae him my right hand glove Tell him tae get another love For bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee.” “Gie tae him this gay gowd ring Tell him I’m gaun tae my burnin’ And bonnie Susie Cleland’s tae be burnt in Dundee.” Her faither he ca’d up the stake Her brither he the fire did make And bonnie Susie Cleland was burnt in Dundee. |
