* Yet gae ye to the market-place, "And there buy ye a loaf of wace, "Shape it bairnly-like, to view, "Stick in't twa glaffy een of blue, "Then bid the witch the chriftening to, "And notice well what the fhall do." Then Willy has bought a loaf of wace, When this fhe heard, what say might fhe. "Owho has the nine witch knots unty'd, "That were among the locks of your bride e; "Or who has ta'en out the comb of care, "Which faften'd that ladye's yellow hair? "And who has ta'en down the bush of woodbine, "That hung between her bour and mine? "And who has kill'd the master-kid, "That ran below that ladye's bed? "And who has her left fhoe-ftring undone, "And let that lady be light of her fon ?"— Then Willy the nine witch knots unty'd, And And he has ta'en out the comb of care, And he has ta'en down the woodbine flowers, Which ran below that ladye's bed; No. LVIII. COURTEOUS KING JAMIE. COURTEOUS King Jamie is gone to the wood, He chafed the deer, and he chafed the roe, He hunted over mofs and moor, Till he came to a ruined hunting hall He entered up the hunting hall, For of all the herds in the good green wood, He fat him down, with food and reft When a rifing wind was heard to figh, And an earthquake rock'd the floor. And And darkness cover'd the hunting-hall, The grey dogs howling left their food, And louder howl'd the rifing ftorm, Her head touch'd the roof-tree of the house, I wot, the look of her hollow eye Would have scared the braveft man. Her locks were like snakes, and her teeth like stakes, I nothing know that fhe feem'd to be, "Some meat! fome meat! King Jamie, "Some meat now give to me ;" "And to what meat in this house, lady, "Oh! ye muft kill your berry-brown steed, "And serve him up to me!" King Jamie has kill'd his berry-brown fleed, And left nothing but hoofs and hair. "More "More meat! more meat! King Jamie, "More meat now give to me ;" -- -"And to what meat in this house lady, "Shall ye not welcome be ?"— "Oh! ye muft kill your good grey-houuds, "They'll taste most daintily.” King Jamie has kill'd his good grey-hounds, -"A beda bed! King Jamie, "Now make a bed for me !" And to what bed in this house, lady, "Shall ye not welcome be ?". "Oh! ye muft pull the heather fo green, "And make a foft bed for me.". King Jamie has pull'd the heather fo green, "Now fwear, now fwear! King Jamie, "To take me for your bride ;"----"Now heaven forbid !"-King Jamie faid, "That ever the like betide, "That the Devil fo foul, juft come from Hell, "Should firetch him by my fide." -"Now |