Now marke what fortune did provide ; Sweet William must at home remaine. Thus being left alone behind, My former state came in my mind: I wept to see my mans array : And meeting with a ladyes vest, And taking up a lute straitwaye, As made both hall and chamber ring. 66 'My father was as brave a lord, As ever Europe might afford; My mother was a lady bright; "And I myself a ladye gay, VOL. III. K "I had my musicke every day Harmonious lessons for to play ; I had my virgins fair and free Continually to wait on mee. "But now, alas! my husband's dead, And all my friends are from me fled, And fetching many a tender sigh, The king, who had a huntinge gone, 100 Turn'd on the sudden home againe : And when he reach'd his statelye tower, 105 Hearing one sing within his bower, He stopt to listen, and to see Who sung there so melodiouslìe. Thus heard he everye word I sed, 110 Then stepping in, Faire ladye, rise, And dry, said he, those lovelye eyes, The which shall turne to thy availe. A crimson dye my face orespred, I blusht for shame, and hung my head, When as I thought I was alone. But to be briefe, his royall grace Ah! no, my liege, I firmlye sayd, And though your grace hath won my heart, I ne'er will act soe base a part. Faire ladye, pardon me, sayd hee, Thy virtue shall rewarded bee, And since it is soe fairly tryde Then strait to end his amorous strife, He tooke sweet William to his wife. The like before was never seene, A serving-man became a queene. 115 120 125 130 135 XVIII. Gil Morrice. A SCOTTISH BALLAD. THE following piece hath run through two editions in Scotland: the second was printed at Glasgow in 1755, 8vo. Prefixed to them both is an advertisement, setting forth that the preservation of this poem was owing to " a lady, who favoured the printers with a copy, as it was carefully collected from the mouths of old women and nurses ;" and "any reader that can render it more correct or complete," is desired to oblige the public with such improvements. In consequence of this advertisement, sixteen additional verses have been produced and handed about in manuscript, which are here inserted in their proper places : (these are from ver. 109 to ver. 121, and from ver. 124 to ver. 129, but are, perhaps, after all, only an ingenious interpolation). As this poem lays claim to a pretty high antiquity, we have assigned it a place among our early pieces: though, after all, there is reason to believe it has received very considerable modern improvements: for in the Editor's ancient MS. collection is a very old imperfect copy of the same ballad: wherein, though the leading features of the story are the same, yet the colouring here is so much improved and heightened, and so many additional strokes are thrown in, that it is evident the whole has undergone a revisal. N.B. The Editor's MS. instead of lord Barnard, has John Stewart; and instead of Gil Morrice, Child Maurice, which last is probably the original title. See above, p. 94. 5 GIL MORRICE was an erlès son, Nor zet his mickle pride; That livd on Carron side. Quhair sall I get a bonny boy, And ze maun rin my errand, Willie; And ze may rin wi' pride; Quhen other boys gae on their foot, On horse-back ze sall ride. O no! Oh no! my master dear! I dare nae for life; my I'll no gae to the bauld barons, For to triest furth his wife. My bird Willie, my boy Willie ; Ver. 11, something seems wanting here. |