of the Tales She sends you the heart within her breast; Olden She bids you wait for her there." "Come hither, all my merry young men! For we must on towards fair England The funeral came into fair Scotland, And when it came to the third kirk, At the fourth kirk in fair Scotland And up and started her ain true love, "Set down, set down the bier," he says, The last time that I saw her face, Its color was warm and red." He stripped the sheet from aff her face A little below the chin; The lady then she open'd her eyes, And looked full on him. "O give me a shive o' your bread, love, O give me a cup o' your wine! Long have I fasted for your sake, And now I fain would dine. "Gae hame, gae hame, my seven brothers, And ye may say that ye sought my skaith, "I cam' na here to bonny Scotland "I cam' na here to bonny Scotland But I cam' here to bonny Scotland OLD BALLAD. Tales of the Olden Time Tales of the Olden Time Earl Mar's Daughter It was intill a pleasant time, Upon a simmer's day, The noble Earl of Mar's daughter And as she played and sported 66 "O Coo-my-doo, my love sae true, If ye'll come doun to me, "I'll tak' ye hame and pet ye weel, Within my bower and ha'; As ony o' them a'!” And she had nae these words weel spoke, And lighted on her head. Then she has brought this pretty bird Hame to her bower and ha', And made him shine as fair a bird As ony o' them a’. When day was gane, and night was come, About the evening-tide, This lady spied a bonny youth Stand straight up by her side. "Now whence come ye, young man,” she said, "To put me into fear? My door was bolted right secure, 66 And what way cam' ye here?" "O haud your tongue, my lady fair, Lat a' your folly be; Mind ye not o' your turtle-doo Ye coax'd from aff the tree? "O wha are ye, young man?" she said, "My mither is a queen," he says, Likewise of magic skill; "Twas she that turned me in a doo, To fly where'er I will. "And it was but this verra day That I cam' ower the sea: I loved you at a single look; Tales of the Olden Time Tales of the Olden Time "O Coo-my-doo, my love sae true, There he has lived in bower wi' her, Till sax young sons to him she bare, But aye, as soon's a child was born, And brought them to his mither's care, Thus he has stay'd in bower wi' her But still his proffer she refused, Wi' my bird Coo-my-doo!" Her father sware an angry oath, |