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GIL MORICE.
Old Ballad.
il Morice was an carls son, His name it waxed wide; It was nac for his
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"Where will I get a bonny hoy,
That will win hose and shoon;
That will "gae to Lord Barnard's ha',
And hid his lady com.'
Ye maun rin this, errand, Willie;
Antl ye maun rin wi' speed;'
When other hoys gae on their feet.
On horsehaek ye sail ride. 1 '
'Oh no! Oh n«! my master dear!
I dare nae for my life;
I 11 nae gae to the bauld haron's,
For to tryst furth his wife?
"My bird,Willic, my boy,Willie;
My dear Willie}' he said,
"How can ye strive against the stream?
For I sail he obcy'd."
'But, Oh my master dear!' he cry'd,
'In greenwood yeVe your lain;
Gie o?er sic thoughts, I wou'd ye red,
For fear ye shou'd he ta'en'.
"â– Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha',
Bid her come here wi' speed:
II ye refuse my high command,
I'll gar thy body bleed.
"Gae hid her tak this gay mantel,
'Tis a' goud but the hem;
Bid her cum to the good green wood,
And bring' nane but her lain :
And there it is, a silken sark ,
Her ain hand scwd the sleeve;
/And bid her cum to Gil Morice,
Speer nac bauld barons leave'.
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'Yes; I will gae your black errand,
Tho' it be to thy cost;
Sen ye by me will nae be warnd,
In it ye sail find frost .
The baron he's a man of might.
He ne'er could 'bide a taunt,
As ye will see before it's nighty .
How sma' ye'll hac to vaunt.
'Now, sen I maun your errand rin,
Sae sair against my will,
Is inak a vow, and keep it trucj
It sal be done for ill'.
And when he came to broken brigg,
He bent his bow and swam;
And when he came to grass growing-,
Set down his feet and ran.
And when he came to Bernard's ha 1 ,
Wau'd neither chap nor ca';
Bot set his bent bow 'to his breast,
And lightly lap the wa'.
He wau'd tell nae man his errand,
Tho' twa stood at the gate;
Bot straight into the ha' he cam,
Whair. grit folks sat at meat.
'Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame.
My message winna wait;
Dame, ye maun to the green wood gang,
Before that it be late;
Ye're bidden tak this gay mantel,
'Tis a' groud but the hem;
Y.>u maun gae to the gudc green wood
Ev'n by your sell alane.
GIL MORICE.
Old Ballad.
il Morice was an carls son, His name it waxed wide; It was nac for his
w
^t-rn
r^OTrr
i
£
m
i
a
w
« — »
*~T
Bui it -was for a la_dy g"ay, That
great rich_es, Nor yet his mcikle pride;
ff^Ur ii '-ij L ^
H
Hill
m
I
livd on Carron side; But it was for a la_dy gay That liv'd on Car_ron side
J-
\-$x\ r \\ cji^f m f c-j-ur
"Where will I get a bonny hoy,
That will win hose and shoon;
That will "gae to Lord Barnard's ha',
And hid his lady com.'
Ye maun rin this, errand, Willie;
Antl ye maun rin wi' speed;'
When other hoys gae on their feet.
On horsehaek ye sail ride. 1 '
'Oh no! Oh n«! my master dear!
I dare nae for my life;
I 11 nae gae to the bauld haron's,
For to tryst furth his wife?
"My bird,Willic, my boy,Willie;
My dear Willie}' he said,
"How can ye strive against the stream?
For I sail he obcy'd."
'But, Oh my master dear!' he cry'd,
'In greenwood yeVe your lain;
Gie o?er sic thoughts, I wou'd ye red,
For fear ye shou'd he ta'en'.
"â– Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha',
Bid her come here wi' speed:
II ye refuse my high command,
I'll gar thy body bleed.
"Gae hid her tak this gay mantel,
'Tis a' goud but the hem;
Bid her cum to the good green wood,
And bring' nane but her lain :
And there it is, a silken sark ,
Her ain hand scwd the sleeve;
/And bid her cum to Gil Morice,
Speer nac bauld barons leave'.
c
'Yes; I will gae your black errand,
Tho' it be to thy cost;
Sen ye by me will nae be warnd,
In it ye sail find frost .
The baron he's a man of might.
He ne'er could 'bide a taunt,
As ye will see before it's nighty .
How sma' ye'll hac to vaunt.
'Now, sen I maun your errand rin,
Sae sair against my will,
Is inak a vow, and keep it trucj
It sal be done for ill'.
And when he came to broken brigg,
He bent his bow and swam;
And when he came to grass growing-,
Set down his feet and ran.
And when he came to Bernard's ha 1 ,
Wau'd neither chap nor ca';
Bot set his bent bow 'to his breast,
And lightly lap the wa'.
He wau'd tell nae man his errand,
Tho' twa stood at the gate;
Bot straight into the ha' he cam,
Whair. grit folks sat at meat.
'Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame.
My message winna wait;
Dame, ye maun to the green wood gang,
Before that it be late;
Ye're bidden tak this gay mantel,
'Tis a' groud but the hem;
Y.>u maun gae to the gudc green wood
Ev'n by your sell alane.
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Description | Scottish songs and music of the 18th and early 19th centuries, including music for the Highland bagpipe. These are selected items from the collection of John Glen (1833 to 1904). Also includes a few manuscripts, some treatises, and other books on the subject. |
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Description | The Glen Collection and the Inglis Collection represent mainly 18th and 19th century Scottish music, including Scottish songs. The collections of Berlioz and Verdi collected by bibliographer Cecil Hopkinson contain contemporary and later editions of the works of the two composers Berlioz and Verdi. |
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