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Lizie Wan

Variant 51A

1
LIZIE WAN sits at her father's bower-door,
Weeping and making a mane,
And by there came her father dear:
`What ails thee, Lizie Wan?'
2
`I ail, and I ail, dear father,' she said,
`And I'll tell you a reason for why;
There is a child between my twa sides,
Between my dear billy and I.'
3
Now Lizie Wan sits at her father's bower-door,
Sighing and making a mane,
And by there came her brother dear:
`What ails thee, Lizie Wan?'
4
`I ail, I ail, dear brither,' she said,
`And I'll tell you a reason for why;
There is a child bewteen my twa sides,
Between you, dear billy, and I.'
5
`And hast thou tald father and mother o that?
And hast thou tald sae o me?'
And he has drawn his gude braid sword,
That hung down by his knee.
6
And he has cutted aff Lizie Wan's head,
And her fair body in three,
And he's awa to his mothers bower,
And sair aghast was he.
7
`What ails thee, what ails thee, Geordy Wan?
What ails thee sae fast to rin?
For I see by thy ill colour
Some fallow's deed thou hast done.'
8
`Some fallow's deed I have done, mother,
And I pray you pardon me;
For I've cutted aff my greyhound's head;
He wadna rin for me.'
9
`Thy greyhound's bluid was never sae red,
O my son Geordy Wan!
For I see by thy ill colour
Some fallow's deed thou hast done.'
10
`Some fallow's deed I hae done, mother,
And I pray you pardon me;
For I hae cutted aff Lizie Wan's head
And her fair body in three.'
11
`O what wilt thou do when thy father comes hame,
O my son Geordy Wan?'
`I'll set my foot in a bottomless boat,
And swim to the sea-ground.'
12
`And when will thou come hame again,
O my son Geordy Wan?'
`The sun and the moon shall dance on the green
That night when I come hame.'

Lizie Wan

Variant 51B

1
ROSIE she sat in her simmer bower,
Greitin and making grit mane,
When down by cam her father, saying,
What ails thee Rosie Ann?
2
`A deal, a deal, dear father,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.'
3
Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Weeping and making great mane,
And wha cam doun but her mither dear,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
4
`A deal, a deal, dear mither,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.'
5
Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Greiting and making great mane,
And wha came doun but her sister dear,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
6
`A deal, a deal, dear sister,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.'
7
Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Weeping and making great mane,
And wha cam doun but her fause, fause brither,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
8
`A deal, a deal, dear brither,' she said,
`Great reason hae I to cry,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between yoursell and I.'
9
`Weel ye hae tauld father, and ye hae tauld mither,
And ye hae tauld sister, a' three;'
Syne he pulled out his wee penknife,
And he cut her fair bodie in three.
10
`O what blude is that on the point o your knife,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`It is my horse's, that I did kill,
Dear mother and fair ladie.'
11
`The blude o your horse was neer sae red,
Dear son, come tell to me:'
`It is my grandfather's, that I hae killed,
Dear mother and fair ladie.'
12
`The blude o your grandfather was neer sae fresh,
Dear son, come tell to me:'
`It is my sister's, that I did kill,
Dear mother and fair ladie.'
13
`What will ye do when your father comes hame,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I'll set my foot on yon shipboard,
And I hope she'll sail wi me.'
14
`What will ye do wi your bonny bonny young wife,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I'll set her foot on some other ship,
And I hope she'll follow me.'
15
`And what will ye do wi your wee son,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I'll leave him wi you, my dear mother,
To keep in remembrance of me.'
16
`What will ye do wi your houses and lands,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`I'll leave them wi you, my dear mother,
To keep my own babie.'
17
`And whan will you return again,
Dear son, come tell to me?'
`When the sun and the mune meet on yon hill,
And I hope that'll neer be.'

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