No: 15; variant: 15A
- MY boy was scarcely ten years auld,
Whan he went to an unco land,
Where wind never blew, nor cocks ever crew,
Ohon for my son, Leesome Brand!
- Awa to that king’s court he went,
It was to serve for meat an fee;
Gude red gowd it was his hire,
And lang in that king’s court stayd he.
- He hadna been in that unco land
But only twallmonths twa or three,
Till by the glancing o his ee,
He gaind the love o a gay ladye.
- This ladye was scarce eleven years auld,
When on her love she was right bauld;
She was scarce up to my right knee,
When oft in bed wi men I’m tauld.
- But when nine months were come and gane,
This ladye’s face turnd pale and wane.
- To Leesome Brand she then did say,
‘In this place I can nae mair stay.
- ‘Ye do you to my father’s stable,
Where steeds do stand baith wight and able.
- ‘Strike ane o them upo the back,
The swiftest will gie his head a wap.
- ‘Ye take him out upo the green,
And get him saddled and bridled seen.
- ‘Get ane for you, anither for me,
And lat us ride out ower the lee.
- ‘Ye do you to my mother’s coffer,
And out of it ye’ll take my tocher.
- ‘Therein are sixty thousand pounds,
Which all to me by right belongs.’
- He’s done him to her father’s stable,
Where steeds stood baith wicht and able.
- Then he strake ane upon the back,
The swiftest gae his head a wap.
- He’s taen him out upo the green,
And got him saddled and bridled seen.
- Ane for him, and another for her,
To carry them baith wi might and virr.
- He’s done him to her mother’s coffer,
And there he’s taen his love’s tocher;
- Wherein were sixty thousand pound,
Which all to her by right belongd.
- When they had ridden about six mile,
His true love then began to fail.
- ‘O wae’s me,’ said that gay ladye,
‘I fear my back will gang in three!
- ‘O gin I had but a gude midwife,
Here this day to save my life,
- ‘And ease me o my misery,
O dear, how happy I would be!’
- ‘My love, we’re far frae ony town,
There is nae midwife to be foun.
- ‘But if ye’ll be content wi me,
I’ll do for you what man can dee.’
- ‘For no, for no, this maunna be,’
Wi a sigh, replied this gay ladye.
- ‘When I endure my grief and pain,
My companie ye maun refrain.
- ‘Ye’ll take your arrow and your bow,
And ye will hunt the deer and roe.
- ‘Be sure ye touch not the white hynde,
For she is o the woman kind.’
- He took sic pleasure in deer and roe,
Till he forgot his gay ladye.
- Till by it came that milk-white hynde,
And then he mind on his ladye syne.
- He hasted him to yon greenwood tree,
For to relieve his gay ladye;
- But found his ladye lying dead,
Likeways her young son at her head.
- His mother lay ower her castle wa,
And she beheld baith dale and down;
And she beheld young Leesome Brand,
As he came riding to the town.
- ‘Get minstrels for to play,’ she said,
‘And dancers to dance in my room;
For here comes my son, Leesome Brand,
And he comes merrilie to the town.’
- ‘Seek nae minstrels to play, mother,
Nor dancers to dance in your room;
But tho your son comes, Leesome Brand,
Yet he comes sorry to the town.
- ‘O I hae lost my gowden knife;
I rather had lost my ain sweet life!
- ‘And I hae lost a better thing,
The gilded sheath that it was in.’
- ‘Are there nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make to you anither knife?
- ‘Are there nae sheath-makers in the land,
Can make a sheath to Leesome Brand?’
- ‘There are nae gowdsmiths here in Fife,
Can make me sic a gowden knife;
- ‘Nor nae sheath-makers in the land,
Can make to me a sheath again.
- ‘There ne’er was man in Scotland born,
Ordaind to be so much forlorn.
- ‘I’ve lost my ladye I lovd sae dear,
Likeways the son she did me bear.’
- ‘Put in your hand at my bed head,
There ye’ll find a gude grey horn;
In it three draps o’ Saint Paul’s ain blude,
That hae been there sin he was born.
- ‘Drap twa o them o your ladye,
And ane upo your little young son;
Then as lively they will be
As the first night ye brought them hame.’
- He put his hand at her bed head,
And there he found a gude grey horn,
Wi three draps o’ Saint Paul’s ain blude,
That had been there sin he was born.
- Then he drappd twa on his ladye,
And ane o them on his young son,
And now they do as lively be,
As the first day he brought them hame.