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VIII. Wha wald the rage of youthhood daunt, Let them the court of lovers haunt, And then as Venus subjects grant,

And keep her tryme : Perchance they shall find friendship scant, And able their reward to want,

As I did mine.

IV. When thou was weel at ease, and subject

to no wight,7 Thou her for love did cheise 8 whilk sets

thy love at light; And though thou knew her slight 9 yet

would thou not refrain, Therefore it is but right that thou indure

the pain.

1

Oppress (?).

4 Suffer, endure. 5 Hence. 6 To prepare I make ready.

* Enveloped without

remedy.
2 Endure.
3 Without.
4 Learning.

5 Moan.
6 Waste, suffer.
7 Other person.
8 Chosen.
9 Skill.

2 Goes.
3 Attach.

V.
But yet my corpse, alas ! is wrongously

TO LOVE UNLOVED. opprest, By thee into is case, and brought to great Quod Scott when his wife left him.

wanrest, Why should it so be drest by thee and

I. daily pynd,

To love unloved is ane pain ; Whilk still it aye detest thy wanton For she that is my sovereign foolish mind.

Some wanton man so high has set her,
That I can get no love again,
But break my heart and nought the

better.
The blinking of an ee aye gart thee goif
and glaik, 3

II. My body bad let be, and of thy sighing When that I went with that sweet May, slaik,

To sing, to dance, to sport and play, Thou would not rest but raik and lair 4 thee And oft-times in my armis plet her ; in the mire,

I do now mourn both night and day, Yet failed thou to faik, 5 that thou did And break my heart, and nought the maist desire.

better.

VI.

III.
VII.

Where I was wont to see her go, Though thou do murn and weep with Right trimly passand to and fro, inward spreit opprest,

With comely smiles when that I met her, When other men take sleep, thou wants And now I live in pain and woe, the nightis rest :

And break my heart, and nought the She whom thou lovis best of thee takes better. little thought,

IV. Thy woe, and great wanrest, and care,

What an ane glaikéd a fool am I, she countis nought.

To slay myself with melancholy !

Sen weel I ken I may not get her,
VIII.

Or what should be the cause, and why, Therefore go hence in haste my languor To break my heart and nought the to lament,

better. Do not my body waste, whilk never did

V. consent, And though thou would repent, that thou My heart, sen thou may not her please, her has pursuéd,

Adieu ! as good love comes as gaes, Yet maun thou stand content, and drink Go choose ane other and forget her : that thou has brewed.

God give him dolour and disease,
That breaks his heart, and nought the

better.
· Discomfort. 4 Lower, lie down.
? Pained.

5 Grasp, retain. 3 Stare idly. 6 Must.

· Lady.

1

? Silly.

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ANONYMOUS POETRY.

VIII.

a

THE ELFIN KNIGHT.

VI.

She had no sooner these words said [This is an early specimen of a class Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba, ba, of ballads in which the superstitious Than the elfin knight stood by her sideelement is not always so lightly mingled

The wind hath blawn my plaid awa. with the poetic, nor so harmlessly got

VII. rid of. From its having been orally

You are too young a May,"I quoth hetransmitted in different parts of the

“ Blaw, blaw, blaw, ye cauld winds country, it appears to have been

blaw ; popular ; yet a version of it in black Married with me, you ill wou'd beletter, printed about 1670, is preserved The wind hath blawn my plaid awa." in the Pepsyan Library. The first refrain, and the simplicity of the piece, suggest “I have a sister, a younger Mayits having been used as a lullaby.]

Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba, ba,

And she was married yesterday-
I.
The elfin knight stands on yon hill-

The wind hath blawn my plaid awa."
Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba, ba ;
He blaws his horn baith loud and shrill —

IX. The wind hath blawn my plaid awa.

Married with me, if you wou'd be

Blaw, blaw, blaw, ye cauld winds, blaw, II.

A courtesie you must do me-He blaws it east, he blaws it west

The wind hath blawn my plaid awa. O'er the hills and far awa ; He blaws it where he liketh best

X. The wind hath blawn my plaid awa.

You must make me a Holland sark 2

Ba, ba, ba, lillie ba, ba,
III.

Without any cutting or needle wark-
Fair Is'bel sits in her bow'r sewing-

The wind hath blawn my plaid awa. Blaw, blaw, blaw, ye cauld winds, blaw, And hears the elf knight his horn blowingThe wind hath blawn my plaid awa. * And you must wash it in yonder well

O'er the hills and far awa, IV. If I had the horn that I hear blaw

Where dew never wet, nor rain ever fellBa, ba, ba, lillie ba, ba,

The wind hath blawn my plaid awa. And had the knight here, in my arms twa

XII. The wind hath blawn my plaid awa.

“And you must dry it on yon hawthornV.

Blaw, blaw, blaw, ye cauld winds, blaw, " I wou'd lock the horn up in my chest, That never budded since man was born

Blaw, blaw, blaw, ye cauld winds, blaw, The wind hath blawn my plaid awa." And the knight wou'd lock me to his breast:

The wind hath blawn my plaid awa.

XI.

1 Lady.

2 Shirt.

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