"Now yield thee, Graeme, and give me back To thy light love o'er the water." "My sword is steel, Sir Richard, like thine, And thy head's as loose on thy neck as mine." And again their dark eyes flash'd, and again The ringdoves sprung from their roosts, for the blows Sir Richard was stark, and Sir Roland was strong; There's blood upon young Roland's blade, There's blood shower'd o'er their weeds of steel, But blood to a warrior's like dew to the flower, A dash was heard in the moonlit Eske, And up its banks of green Fair Edith Selby came with a shriek, And knelt the knights between: "Oh, spare him, Sir Richard!"--she held her white hands All spotted with blood 'neath the merciless brands. Young Roland look'd down on his true love and smiled, "Curse on them that true love would sunder!"-he sheath'd 216 THE CLERK'S TWA SONS O'OWSENFORD. Part the First. O I WILL sing to you a sang, Will grieve your heart full sair; They hadna been in fair Parish,' Till the Clerk's twa sons fell deep in love, And aye as the twa clerks sat and wrote, There was mair mirth in that chamber, But word's gane to the michty Mayor, As he sailed on the sea, That the Clerk's twa sons made licht lemans O' his fair dauchters twae. "If they ha'e wranged my twa dauchters, Janet and Marjorie, The morn, ere I taste meat or drink, Hie hangit they shall be.” And word's gane to the Clerk himself, That his twa sons at fair Parish Then up and spak' the Clerk's ladye, Or even tak' ye three; And if ye canna get William, (1) Paris. O sweetly sang the nightingale, As she sat on the wand; But sair, sair mourned Owsenford, When he came to their prison strang, "O lie ye there, my sons," he said, Or what is it that ye lie for, Sae sair bound as ye lie?"— "We lie not here for owsen, father; Nor yet do we for kye; But it's for a little o' dear-boucht love, Sae sair bound as we lie. "Oh, borrow us, borrow us, father," they said, "For the luve we bear to thee!" "O never fear, my pretty sons, Then he's gane to the michty Mayor, Or will ye be sae gude a man, As grant them baith to me?" "I'll no grant ye your twa sons' lives, Neither for gold nor fee; Nor will I be sae gude a man, As gi'e them baith to thee; Ye'll see them hangit hie!" Ben it came the Mayor's dauchters, Their eyes did sparkle like the gold, (1) i. e. for stealing oxen or cows. “Will ye gi'e us our loves, father? Or will ye take our own sweet lives, He's ta'en a whip into his hand, Then out it speaks auld Owsenford, 66 Gang to your bouirs, ye lilye flouirs; For a' this maunna be." Then out it speaks him Hynde Henry : "Ye sall ha'e your faith and troth, And twenty times she kissed his mouth, Her father looking on. Then out it speaks him gay William: "Yes, ye sall ha'e your faith and troth, Wi' God's blessing and mine." And twenty times she kissed his mouth, Her father looking on. "O ye'll tak' aff your twa black hats, Lay them down on a stone, That nane may ken that ye are clerks, Till ye are putten doun." The bonnie clerks they died that morn ; And the waefu' Clerk o' Owsenford Part the Second. His lady sat on her castle wa', And there she saw her ain gude lord "Ye're welcome hame, my ain gude lord, Ye're welcome hame to me; But whereaway are my twa sons? "O they are putten to a deeper lear, Your ain twa sons will no be hame "O sorrow, sorrow, come mak' my bed; The hallow days o' Yule were come, It neither grew in syke nor ditch, But at the gates o' Paradise That birk grew fair eneuch. "Blow up the fire, now, maidens mine, Bring water from the well; For a' my house shall feast this night, "O eat and drink, my merry-men a', For my twa sons they are come hame U |