PROUD LADY MARGARET. VARIOUS versions of this ballad are extant under different names. Mr Buchan's is entitled "The Courteous Knight," and Mr Dixon has printed a copy which he calls "The Bonny Hind Squire." It first appeared in the Border Minstrelsy, in an imperfect form, bearing the name which I have retained; and it was more recently supplemented by Mr Motherwell, who recovered the conclusion. I am unable to give any explanation of the mysterious allusion to "Pirie's Chair." TWA WAS on a night, an evening bright, Lady Margaret was walking up and doun, She lookit east, she lookit west, To see what she could spy, When a gallant knight cam' in her sight, And to the gate drew nigh. "God make you safe and free, fair maid, "It's I am come to this castle, To seek the love of thee; 66 And if you grant me not your love, If you should die for me, young man, For mony a better has died for me, "O winna ye pity me, fair maid, Hae pity for a courteous knight, "Ye say ye are a courteous knight, I think you're but a miller lad, "But ye maun read my riddle," she said, "And answer me questions three; And but ye read them richt," she said, "Gae stretch you out and die. "What is the fairest flower, tell me, And what is the finest thing," she says, “That king or queen can wale ?” "The primrose is the first flower, And yellow gowd's the finest thing, "But what is the little coin," she said, "Wad buy my castle bound? And what's the little boat," she said, 66 66 Can sail the world all round?" O hey, how mony small pennies "Swim a' the salt sea round ?" "I think ye are my match," she said, "My match, and something mair; You are the first ere got the grant Of love frae my father's heir. "My father was lord o' nine castles, My father was lord o' nine castles, "If your father's lord o' nine castles, "If ye be my brother Willie," she said, "As I doubt sair ye be, This nicht I'll neither eat nor drink, "Ye've owre ill-washen feet, Margaret, And owre coarse robes on your body, "The worms they are my bedfellows, And the cauld clay my sheet, And the higher that the wind does blaw, The sounder do I sleep. "My body's buried in Dunfermline, Sae far ayont the sea; But day nor night nae rest can I get, A' for the pride of thee. "Leave aff your pride, Margaret," he says; “Use it not ony mair, Or, when ye come where I hae been, "Cast off, cast off, sister," he says, "The gowd band frae your croun ; For if you gang where I hae been, You'll wear it laigher doun. "When you are in the gude kirk set, The gowd pins in your hair, Ye tak mair delight in your feckless dress, Than in your morning prayer. "And when ye walk in the kirkyard, But wishes your grave were green. "You're straight and tall, handsome withal, "In Pirie's chair you'll sit, I say, If you do not mend your ways, Wi' that he vanished frae her sight, But the gloomy clouds and sky. |