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MINSTRELSY. 259
This white rose was steeped in my luve's blood,
And I'll aye ^vear it in my bosom.
When I came first by merrie Carlisle,
Was ne'er a town sae sweetly seeming ;
The white rose flaunted owre the wall,
The thristled banners far were streaming !
When I came next by merry Carlisle,
O sad sad seem'd the town, and eerie !
The auld auld men came out and wept,
" O maiden, come ye to seek your dearie ?'
There's ae drap o' blude atween my breasts,
And twa in my links o' hair sae yellow ;
The tane I'll ne'er wash, and the tither ne'er
kame,
But I'll sit and pray aneath the willow.
vVae, wae upon that cruel heart,
Wae, wae upon that hand sae bloodie,
Which feasts on our richest Scottish blude,
An' makes sae monie a dolefu' widow.
CALLUM-A-GLEN.
Was ever old warrior of suff 'ring so weary ?
Was ever the wild beast so bay'd in his den ?
The Southron blood-hounds lie in kennel so
near me, [Glen.
That death would be freedom to Callum-a-
* The Jacobite cause was, in every stage of its progress, the fruitful
source of misfortunes to individuals, of a character equally lamentable
to those bewailed in the pathetic ditty of Callum-a-Glen. Both the
S ong and the Air are from the Gaelic. The latter is to be found in
Captain Frazer's collection. This version of the words is from the pen