Thus from the warres lord Howard came, Into Thames mouth he came againe. 145 150 "Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace, As never did fubject to a king. "Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee; A braver shipp was never none : Nowe hath your grace two fhipps of warre, 155 Before in England was but one." King Henryes grace with royall cheere That I myselfe may give the doome? 160 "The rover, he is fafe, my leige, Full many a fadom in the sea; If he were alive, as he is dead, I muft ha' left England many a day : These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt, Το 180 Howard shall be earl Surrye hight, As Howards erft have beene before. Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old, I will maintaine thee and thy sonne : For the good service they have done. They weend that hee were brought on fhore, But when they fee his dead'ye face, And eyes foe hollowe in his head, I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes, Yet for the manfull part he playd, 185 195 Which fought foe well with heart and hand, 195 His men fhall have twelvepence a day, Till they come to my brother kings high land. VOL. II. N XIII. LADY XIII. LADY BOTHWELL'S LAMENT, A SCOTTISH SONG, - refers, I prefume, to the affecting ftory of lady Jean Gordon, fifter to the earl of Huntley. This lady had been married but fix months to James Hepburn earl of Bothwell, when that nobleman conceived an ambitious defign of marrying his fovereign Mary queen of Scots: to accomplish which, among other violent meajures he fued out a divorce from his lawful bride, the lady Jean. This fuit was driven forward with juch indecent precipitation, that the process was begun and ended in four days, [in May 1567.] and his wife, who was a woman of merit, driven from his bed, upon moft trivial and fcandalous pretences. See Robertfon. History is filent as to this lady having a child by him, but that might be accounted for by juppofing it dyed. the After all, perhaps this story is misapplied here, and indeed is hardly confiftent with the laft ftanza. In the Editor's folio MS. whence this fong is printed, it is fimply intitled BALOWE: and in the copy given by Allan Ramsey in his Tea-table Mifcellany, (which contains many modern additions) it is called, Lady ANNE Bothwell's Lament. 66 B ALOW, my babe, ly stil and fleipe! It grieves me fair to fee thee weipe: Thy maining maks my heart ful fad. Balow, Balow, my boy, thy mithers joy, Balow, my babe, ly ftil and fleipe, Whan he began to court my luve, 195 5 10 Ly ftil, my darling, fleipe a while, And whan thou wakeft, fweitly fmile: neire Bot yett I feire, thou wilt gae 20 Balow, &c. I cannae chufe, but ever wil 25 Bot doe nat, doe nat, prettie mine, And nevir change hir for a new ; If gude or faire, of hir hae care, 30 For womens banning's wonderous fair. 35 Balow, &c. Bairne, fin thy cruel father is gane, He'll comfort me whan cares doe greive: My babe and I right faft will ly, And quite forgeit man's cruelty. Balow, &c. Fareweil, fareweil, thou falfeft youth, 45 I wish all maides be warnd by mee For if we doe bot chance to bow, Balow, my babe, ly ftil, and fleipe, 50 XIV. THE |