James Harris, (The Daemon Lover)
No: 243; variant: 243C
- ‘O ARE ye my father? Or are ye my mother?
Or are ye my brother John?
Or are ye James Herries, my first true-love,
Come back to Scotland again?’
- ‘I am not your father, I am not your mother,
Nor am I your brother John;
But I’m James Herries, your first true-love,
Come back to Scotland again.’
- ‘Awa, awa, ye former lovers,
Had far awa frae me!
For now I am another man’s wife
Ye’ll neer see joy o me.’
- ‘Had I kent that ere I came here,
I neer had come to thee;
For I might hae married the king’s daughter,
Sae fain she woud had me.
- ‘I despised the crown o gold,
The yellow silk also,
And I am come to my true-love,
But with me she’ll not go.’
- ‘My husband he is a carpenter,
Makes his bread on dry land,
And I hae born him a young son;
Wi you I will not gang.’
- ‘You must forsake your dear husband,
Your little young son also,
Wi me to sail the raging seas,
Where the stormy winds do blow.’
- ‘O what hae you to keep me wi,
If I should with you go,
If I’d forsake my dear husband,
My little young son also?’
- ‘See ye not yon seven pretty ships?
The eighth brought me to land,
With merchandize and mariners,
And wealth in every hand.’
- She turnd her round upon the shore
Her love’s ships to behold;
Their topmasts and their mainyards
Were coverd oer wi gold.
- Then she’s gane to her little young son,
And kissd him cheek and chin;
Sae has she to her sleeping husband,
And dune the same to him.
- ‘O sleep ye, wake ye, my husband?
I wish ye wake in time!
I woudna for ten thousand pounds
This night ye knew my mind.’
- She’s drawn the slippers on her feet,
Were coverd oer wi gold,
Well lined within wi velvet fine,
To had her frae the cold.
- She hadna sailed upon the sea
A league but barely three
Till she minded on her dear husband,
Her little young son tee.
- ‘O gin I were at land again,
At land where I woud be,
The woman neer shoud bear the son
Shoud gar me sail the sea.’
- ‘O hold your tongue, my sprightly flower,
Let a’ your mourning be;
I’ll show you how the liles grow
On the banks o Italy.’
- She hadna sailed on the sea
A day but barely ane
Till the thoughts o grief came in her mind,
And she langd for to be hame.
- ‘O gentle death, come cut my breath,
I may be dead ere morn!
I may be buried in Scottish ground,
Where I was bred and born!’
- ‘O hold your tongue, my lily leesome thing,
Let a’ your mourning be;
But for a while we’ll stay at Rose Isle,
Then see a far countrie.
- Ye’se neer be buried in Scottish ground,
Nor land ye’s nae mair see;
I brought you away to punish you
For the breaking your vows to me.
- ‘I said ye shoud see the lilies grow
On the banks o Italy;
But I’ll let you see the fishes swim,
In the bottom o the sea.’
- He reached his hand to the topmast,
Made a’ the sails gae down,
And in the twinkling o an ee
Baith ship and crew did drown.
- The fatal flight o this wretched maid
Did reach her ain countrie;
Her husband then distracted ran,
And this lament made he:
- ‘O wae be to the ship, the ship,
And wae be to the sea,
And wae be to the mariners
Took Jeanie Douglas frae me!
- ‘O bonny, bonny was my love,
A pleasure to behold;
The very hair o my love’s head
Was like the threads o gold.
- ‘O bonny was her cheek, her cheek,
And bonny was her chin,
And bonny was the bride she was,
The day she was made mine!’