To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear, SIR WALTER SCOTT (1771-1832). 105 4. LAMENT FOR FLODDEN. (1513.) THIS lament is commonly known by the title 'The Flowers of the Forest.' I'VE heard them lilting at our ewe-milking, Lasses a-lilting before dawn o' day : But now they are moaning on ilka green loaning— The flowers of the Forest are a' wede away. At buchts, in the morning, nae blythe lads are scorning, 5 Nae daffin', nae gabbin', but sighing and sabbing, In ha'rst at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering, At fair, or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching— At e'en, in the gloaming, nae younkers are roaming, But ilk ane sits drearie, lamenting her dearie— 10 15 Dool and wae for the order sent our lads to the Border! We'll hear nae mair lilting at the ewe-milking, JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805.) 20 5. THE KING'S BALLAD. (circ. 1520.) HENRY VIII. was an elegant and learned writer, and it is almost certain that he wrote songs and composed the music to them. The following ballad is taken from a MS. in the British Museum, dating from Henry's own time. PASTIME with good company I love and shall until I die ; Grudge who lust but none deny So God be pleased thus live will I. For my pastance, Hunt, sing, and dance My heart is set. All goodly sport For my comfort, Who shall me let? Youth must have some dalliance, Of good or ill some pastance: Company methinks then best, All thoughts and fancies to digest: 5 10 For idleness Is chief mistress Of vices all : Then who can say Company with honesty, But every man hath his free will: The worst eschew, My mind shall be: Virtue to use, Vice to refuse, Thus shall I use me. HENRY VIII. (1491-1547). 30 6. WOLSEY'S FAREWELL. (1529.) IN 1529 Henry's wrath fell on Wolsey for his dilatoriness in the matter of the divorce of Catherine of Aragon. He was suddenly deprived of all his offices and exiled to his diocese of York. Wol. So, farewell to the little good you bear me. And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace 10 15 20 25 To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not. 30 Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr. Serve the King ; And, prithee, lead me in: There take an inventory of all I have, 35 To the last penny; 'tis the King's: my robe, I dare now call my own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! 40 WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE (1564-1616.) 7. EARL BOTHWELL. (1568.) THIS ballad seems to have been written by some supporter of Darnley, soon after Mary's escape into England. There is no foundation for the statement that Mary sent for Darnley to come to Scotland to marry her. WOE worth thee, woe worth thee, false Scotland! For the worthiest prince that ever was born The Queen of France a letter wrote, And sealed it with heart and ring, And bade him come Scotland within, And she would marry him and crown him king. To be a king, it is a pleasant thing, To be a prince unto a peer; But you have heard, and so have I too, There was an Italian in that place Was as well beloved as ever was he; Lord David was his name, Chamberlain to the queen was he. If the king had risen forth of his place, He would have sit him down in the chair, And tho' it beseemed him not so well, Some lords in Scotland waxed wroth, And quarrell'd with him for the nonce; I shall you tell how it befell; Twelve daggers were in him all at once. |