Whan night was flown, an day was come, Nae ane that did her see But thought she was as surely dead As ony lady coud be. Her father an her brothers dear Her mither an her sisters fair The firstin kirk that they came till, The thirdin kirk that they came till, "Lay down, lay down the bigly bier. Lat me the dead look on;' 99 Wi cheery cheeks and ruby lips She lay an smil'd on him. "O ae sheave1o your bread, true-love, An ae glass o your wine, For I hae fasted for your sake These fully days is nine. "Gang hame, gang hame, my seven bold brothers, 'An Gang hame and sound your horn; ye may boast in southin lans Your sister's playd you scorn." 12 Caused. 13 One. 14 Other. 15 Slice. The king has written a braid letter, The first line that Sir Patrick red, "O wha is this has don this deid, To send me out this time o' the yeir, "Mak hast, mak haste, my mirry men all, 66 Our guid schip sails the morne: "O say na sae, my master deir, For I feir a deadlie storme. "Late late yestreen I saw the new moone, O our Scots nobles wer richt laith O lang, lang may their ladies sit, O lang, lang may the ladies stand, 2 Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour, It's fiftie fadom deip, 'And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence, 75 THOMAS RYMER AND THE QUEEN TRUE THOMAS lay oer yond grassy bank, 'A ladie that was brisk and bold, Her skirt was of the grass-green silk, True Thomas he took off his hat, And bowed him low down till his knee: "All hail, thou mighty Queen of Heaven! For your peer on earth I never did see." "O no, O no, True Thomas," she says, 66 But ye maun go wi me now, Thomas, For ye maun3 serve me seven years, Thro weel or wae as may chance to be." She turned about her milk-white steed, "Over. 1 Brow (of a hill). 2 Lock. • Must. For forty days and forty nights O they rade on, and further on, Until they came to a garden green: "Light down, light down, ye ladie free, Some of that fruit let me pull to thee." “Ono, O no, True Thomas," she says, For a' the plagues that are in hell But I have a loaf here in my lap, Likewise a bottle of claret wine, And now ere we go farther on, We'll rest a while, and ye may dine." When he had eaten and drunk his fill, O see not ye yon narrow road, And see not ye that braid braid road, That is the path of wickedness, Tho some call it the road to heaven. And see not ye that bonnie road, Which winds about the fernie brae? That is the road to fair Elfland, Whe[re] you and I this night maun gae. "But Thomas, ye maun hold your tongue, For gin ae word you should chance to speak, He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, 16 SWEET WILLIAM'S GHOST WHAN bells war rung, an mass was sung, 66 Are ye sleeping, Margret," he says, "Your faith and trouth ye's3 never get, "My mouth it is full cold, Margret, "Cocks are crowing a merry mid-larf, |