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Perhaps I should revile ; but as I am, Whom dost thou think me?

I have no tongue to rail. The humble Glenalvon.

Norval Norval.

Is of a race who strive not but with Douglas.

deeds. So I am-

Did I not fear to freeze thy shallow valour, And who is Norval in Glenalvon's eyes?

And make thee sink too soon beneath my

sword, Glenalvon.

I'd tell thee-what thou art. I know thee A peasant's son, a wandering beggar

well. boy ; At best no more ; even if he speaks the

Glenalvon. truth.

Dost thou not know Glenalvon, born to Douglas.

command False as thou art, dost thou suspect my Ten thousand slaves like thee?-truth? Glenalvon.

Douglas. Thy truth ! thou'rt all a lie ; and false Villain, no more ! as hell

Draw, and defend thy life. I did design Is the vain-glorious tale thou told'st to To have defied thee in another cause ; Randolph.

But Heaven accelerates its vengeance on Douglas.

thee. If I were chain'd, unarm'd, and bed-rid Now for my own and Lady Randolph's old,




be placed on the traditions of that part

of the country where the scene of the [The origin of this very popular ballad ballad is laid, we shall be enforced to is involved in mystery. It first ap- believe that it is founded on facts which peared in print about the time (1756) occurred at some remote period of Scotthat Home's tragedy of Douglas, of tish history. The "greenwood” of the which it forms the germ, was first acted ballad was the ancient forest of Dundaff, in an Edinburgh theatre; and the fact in Stirlingshire; and Lord Barnard's of its relation to Douglas was stated in castle is said to have occupied a precithe title of the copy then hawked about pitous cliff overhanging the water of the country. The heroine, Lady Bar- Carron, on the lands of Halbertshire." nard, was the original name of Home's Whether the ballad ever had any tradiLady Randolph.

tional kernel or not, none of the authoMotherwell, who has gone at some rities consider its present form to be length into the question of its produc- much older than Douglas. It has a tion, says that, “If any reliance is to strong family likeness to Hardvknute.]

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“Oh no, oh no, my master dear !

I darena, for my life ;
I'll no gae to the bauld baron's,
For to tryst forth his wife."

"My bird, Willie, my boy, Willie,

My dear Willie," he said ; “How can ye strive against the stream ? For I shall be obey'd."

VIII. “But oh, my master dear," he cried,

"In greenwood ye're your lane; Gie o'er sic thochts, I wou'd ye rede, 4

For fear ye shou'd be ta'en."

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He wou'dna tell the man his errand,

Though he stood at the gate ;
But straight into the hall he came,
Where they were sat at meat.

XVIII. “Hail ! hail ! my gentle sire and dame!

My message winna' wait ; Dame, ye maun to the gude greenwood, Before that it be late.

XIX. “Ye're bidden take this gay mantle

'Tis all gowd but the hem ; You maun gae to the gude greenwood, E'en by yoursel' alane.

XX. “And there it is, a silken sark ;

Your ain hand sew'd the sleeve ;
Ye maun gae speak to Gil Morice,
Speir nae bauld baron's leave."

The ladye stampit with her foot,

And winkit with her e'e ;
But all that she cou'd say or do,
Forbidden he wou'dna be.

“ It's surely to my bow'r-woman;

It ne'er cou'd be to me."
I brought it to Lord Barnard's ladye ;
I trow that ye be she."

Then up and spake the wylie nurse,

(The bairn upon her knee),
“If it be come frae Gil Morice,
It's dear welcome to me."

XXIV. “Ye lee, ye lee, ye filthy nurse,

Sae loud I heard ye lee;
I brought it to Lord Barnard's ladye ;
I trow ye be na she."

Then up and spake the bauld baron,

An angry man was he :
He's ta'en the table with his foot,

Sae has he with his knee,

Till siller cup and mazer' dish
In flinders he gar'd flee.

“Gae, bring a robe of your cleiding, 2

That hings upon the pin ;
And I'll gae to the gude greenwood,
And speak with your leman."3

Oh, bide at hame now, Lord Barnard,

I rede ye bide at hame ;
Ne'er wyte 4 a man for violence,
That ne'er wyte ye with nane."

Gil Morice sat in gude greenwood,
He whistled and he

Sang : “Oh, what mean all the folk coming ? My mother tarries lang.”

His hair was like the threads of gold,

Drawn frae Minerva's loom ;
His lips like roses drapping dew,

His breath was all perfume.

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* A large drinking dish. 2 Clothing.

3 Lover.

4 Blame.
5 Combing.

XXXIV. “Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gil Morice,

My ladye lo'ed thee weel ; The fairest part of my body Is blacker than thy heel.

“ Yet, ne'ertheless, now, Gil Morice,

For all thy great beautie,
Ye's rue the day ye e'er was born-

That head shall gae with me."

XXXVI. Now he has drawn his trusty brand,

And slait it on the strae,' And through Gil Morice's fair body

He's gar'd cauld iron gae.

And he has ta'en Gil Morice's head,

And set it on a spear ;
The meanest man in all his train

Has gotten that head to bear.

And he has ta'en Gil Morice up,

Laid him across his steed,
And brought him to his painted bow'r,

And laid him on a bed.

XLII. “I got ye in my father's house,

With meikle grief and pain ; I brought thee up in gude greenwood, Under the heavy rain.

XLIII. “Oft have I by thy cradle sat,

And fondly seen thee sleep; But now I gae about thy grave, The saut' tears for to weep."

"Away, away, ye ill woman,

And an ill death may ye dee :
If I had kenn'd he'd been your son,
He'd ne'er been slain for me.

“Upbraid me not, my Lord Barnard !

Upbraid me not, for shame! With that same spear, oh, pierce my heart, And put me out of pain !

"Since nothing but Gil Morice's head

Thy jealous rage cou'd quell,
Let that same hand now take her life
That ne'er to thee did ill.

“ To me nae after-days nor nights

Will e'er be saft and kind ; I'll fill the air with heavy sighs, And greet 2 till I am blind."

XLVIII. “Enough of blood by me's been spilt ;

Seek not your death frae me; I'd lever lourd 3 it had been mysel' Than either him or thee.

XLIX. “ With waeful heart I hear your plaint ;

Sair, sair, I rue the deed,
That e'er this cursed hand of mine
Had gar'd his body bleed.

L. · Dry up your tears, my winsome dame, Ye ne'er can heel his wound;


The ladye sat on castle wall,

Beheld baith dale and down ;
And there she saw Gil Morice's head

Come trailing to the town.

XL. “ Far better I lo'e that bluidy head,

Both and that yellow hair,
Than Lord Bernard and all his lands,
As they lig 2 here and there!'

And she has ta'en her Gil Morice,

And kiss'd baith mouth and chin : “Oh, better I lo'e my Gil Morice

Than all my kith and kin !

Meaning obscure.

3 Rather prefer.

2 Lie, extend.

i Salt.

2 Weep.

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But had I wist, before I kiss'd,

That love had been sae ill to win, I'd lock'd my heart in a case of gold,

And pinn'd it wi' a siller pin. Oh, oh, if my young babe were born,

And set upon the nurse's knee, And I mysel' were dead and gane,

For a maid again I never shall be !

1 Rock.

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