He was a braw gallant,
And he rid at the ring;

And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh he might have been a King!

He was a braw gallant,
And he playd at the ba;

And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Was the flower amang them a'.

He was a braw gallant,
And he playd at the glove;

And the bonny Earl of Murray,
Oh he was the Queen's love!

Oh lang will his lady
Look oer the castle Down,

Eer she see the Earl of Murray
Come sounding thro the town!

Eer she, etc.
B.

"Open the gates
and let him come in;

He is my brother Huntly,
he'll do him nae harm."

The gates they were opent,
they let him come in,

But fause traitor Huntly,
he did him great harm.

He's ben and ben,
and ben to his bed,

And with a sharp rapier
he stabbed him dead.

The lady came down the stair,
wringing her hands:

"He has slain the Earl o Murray,
the flower o Scotland."

But Huntly lap on his horse,
rade to the King:

"Ye're welcome hame, Huntly,
and whare hae ye been?

"Where hae ye been?
and how hae ye sped?"

"I've killed the Earl o Murray
dead in his bed."

"Foul fa you, Huntly!
and why did ye so?

You might have taen the Earl o Murray,
and saved his life too."

"Her bread it's to bake,
her yill is to brew;

My sister's a widow,
and sair do I rue.

"Her corn grows ripe,
her meadows grow green,

But in bonnie Dinnibristle
I darena be seen."

Ballad: Clerk Saunders
(Child, vol. iii.)

Clerk Saunders and may Margaret
Walked ower yon garden green;

And sad and heavy was the love
That fell thir twa between.

"A bed, a bed," Clerk Saunders said,
"A bed for you and me!"

"Fye na, fye na," said may Margaret,
"'Till anes we married be.

"For in may come my seven bauld brothers,
Wi' torches burning bright;

They'll say, - 'We hae but ae sister,
And behold she's wi a knight!'"

"Then take the sword frae my scabbard,
And slowly lift the pin;

And you may swear, and save your aith.
Ye never let Clerk Saunders in.

"And take a napkin in your hand,
And tie up baith your bonny e'en,

And you may swear, and save your aith,
Ye saw me na since late yestreen."

It was about the midnight hour,
When they asleep were laid,

When in and came her seven brothers,
Wi' torches burning red.

When in and came her seven brothers,
Wi' torches burning bright:

They said, "We hae but ae sister,
And behold her lying with a knight!"

Then out and spake the first o' them,
"I bear the sword shall gar him die!"

And out and spake the second o' them,
"His father has nae mair than he!"

And out and spake the third o' them,
"I wot that they are lovers dear!"

And out and spake the fourth o' them,
"They hae been in love this mony a year!"

Then out and spake the fifth o' them,
"It were great sin true love to twain!"

And out and spake the sixth o' them,
"It were shame to slay a sleeping man!"

Then up and gat the seventh o' them,
And never a word spake he;

But he has striped his bright brown brand
Out through Clerk Saunders' fair bodye.

Clerk Saunders he started, and Margaret she turned
Into his arms as asleep she lay;

And sad and silent was the night
That was atween thir twae.

And they lay still and sleeped sound
Until the day began to daw;

And kindly to him she did say,
"It is time, true love, you were awa'."

But he lay still, and sleeped sound,
Albeit the sun began to sheen;

She looked atween her and the wa',
And dull and drowsie were his e'en.

Then in and came her father dear;
Said, - "Let a' your mourning be:

I'll carry the dead corpse to the clay,
And I'll come back and comfort thee."

"Comfort weel your seven sons;
For comforted will I never be:

I ween 'twas neither knave nor loon
Was in the bower last night wi' me."

The clinking bell gaed through the town,
To carry the dead corse to the clay;

And Clerk Saunders stood at may Margaret's window,
I wot, an hour before the day.

"Are ye sleeping, Margaret?" he says,
"Or are ye waking presentlie?

Give me my faith and troth again,
I wot, true love, I gied to thee."

"Your faith and troth ye sall never get,
Nor our true love sall never twin,

Until ye come within my bower,
And kiss me cheik and chin."

"My mouth it is full cold, Margaret,
It has the smell, now, of the ground;

And if I kiss thy comely mouth,
Thy days of life will not be lang.

"O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight,
I wot the wild fowls are boding day;

Give me my faith and troth again,
And let me fare me on my way."

"Thy faith and troth thou sall na get,
And our true love sall never twin,

Until ye tell what comes of women,
I wot, who die in strong traivelling?

"Their beds are made in the heavens high,
Down at the foot of our good lord's knee,

Weel set about wi' gillyflowers;
I wot, sweet company for to see.

"O, cocks are crowing a merry midnight,
I wot the wild fowl are boding day;

The psalms of heaven will soon be sung,
And I, ere now, will be missed away."

Then she has ta'en a crystal wand,
And she has stroken her troth thereon;

She has given it him out at the shot-window,
Wi' mony a sad sigh, and heavy groan.

"I thank ye, Marg'ret, I thank ye, Marg'ret;
And aye I thank ye heartilie;

Gin ever the dead come for the quick,
Be sure, Mag'ret, I'll come for thee."

It's hosen and shoon, and gown alone,
She climb'd the wall, and followed him,

Until she came to the green forest,
And there she lost the sight o' him.

"Is there ony room at your head, Saunders?
Is there ony room at your feet?

Is there ony room at your side, Saunders,
Where fain, fain I wad sleep?"

"There's nae room at my head, Marg'ret,
There's nae room at my feet;

My bed it is full lowly now,
Amang the hungry worms I sleep.

"Cauld mould is my covering now,
But and my winding-sheet;

The dew it falls nae sooner down
Than my resting-place is weet.

"But plait a wand o' bonnie birk,
And lay it on my breast;

And shed a tear upon my grave,
And wish my saul gude rest.

"And fair Marg'ret, and rare Marg'ret,
And Marg'ret, o' veritie,

Gin ere ye love another man,
Ne'er love him as ye did me."

Then up and crew the milk-white cock,
And up and crew the gray;

Her lover vanish'd in the air,
And she gaed weeping away.

Ballad: Waly, Waly
(Mackay.)

O waly, waly, up the bank,
O waly, waly, down the brae.

And waly, waly, yon burn side,
Where I and my love wont to gae.

I leaned my back unto an aik,
An' thocht it was a trustie tree,

But first it bow'd and syne it brak,
Sae my true love did lichtly me.

O waly, waly, but love is bonnie
A little time while it is new,

But when it's auld it waxes cauld,

• traitor [´treitə] n.叛徒，卖国贼 (初中英语单词)
• welcome [´welkəm] a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词)
• midnight [´midnait] n.午夜；漆黑 (初中英语单词)
• sleeping [´sli:piŋ] n.&a.睡着(的) (初中英语单词)
• mourning [´mɔ:niŋ] n.悲伤；治丧；戴孝 (初中英语单词)
• crystal [´kristəl] n.水晶 a.水晶的 (初中英语单词)
• napkin [´næpkin] n.餐巾；手帕；尿布 (高中英语单词)
• striped [´straipt] a.有条纹的 (英语四级单词)
• corpse [kɔ:ps] n.尸体 (英语四级单词)
• comely [´kʌmli] a.秀丽的；文雅的 (英语四级单词)
• weeping [´wi:piŋ] a.&n.哭泣(的) (英语六级单词)