Ballad Book Part 2

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BALLADS OF SUPERSt.i.tION.

THE WEE WEE MAN.

As I was wa'king all alane, Between a water and a wa', There I spy'd a wee wee man, And he was the least that e'er I saw.

His legs were scant a shathmont's length, And sma' and limber was his thie, Between his e'en there was a span, And between his shoulders there was three.

'He took up a meikle stane, And he flang't as far as I could see; Though I had been a Wallace wight, I couldna liften't to my knee.

"O wee wee man, but thou be strang!

O tell me where thy dwelling be?"

"My dwelling's down at yon bonny bower; O will you go with me and see?"

On we lap, and awa' we rade, Till we cam' to yon bonny green; We lighted down for to bait our horse, And out there cam' a lady sheen.

Four and twenty at her back, And they were a' clad out in green, Though the King o' Scotland had been there, The warst o' them might hae been his Queen.

On we lap, and awa' we rade, Till we cam' to yon bonny ha', Where the roof was o' the beaten gowd, And the floor was o' the crystal a'.

When we cam' to the stair foot, Ladies were dancing, jimp and sma'; But in the twinkling of an e'e, My wee wee man was clean awa'.

TAMLANE.

"O I forbid ye, maidens a', That bind in snood your hair, To come or gae by Carterhaugh, For young Tamlane is there."

Fair Janet sat within her bower, Sewing her silken seam, And fain would be at Carterhaugh, Amang the leaves sae green.

She let the seam fa' to her foot, The needle to her tae, And she's awa' to Carterhaugh, As quickly as she may.

She's prink'd hersell, and preen'd hersell, By the ae light o' the moon, And she's awa to Carterhaugh, As fast as she could gang.

She hadna pu'd a red red rose, A rose but barely three, When up and starts the young Tamlane, Says, "Lady, let a-be!

"What gars ye pu' the rose, Janet?

What gars ye break the tree?

Or why come ye to Carterhaugh, Without the leave o' me?"

"O I will pu' the flowers," she said, "And I will break the tree; And I will come to Carterhaugh, And ask na leave of thee."

But when she cam' to her father's ha', She looked sae wan and pale, They thought the lady had gotten a fright, Or with sickness sair did ail.

Janet has kilted her green kirtle A little aboon her knee, And she has snooded her yellow hair A little aboon her bree, And she's awa to Carterhaugh, As fast as she can hie.

She hadna pu'd a rose, a rose, A rose but barely twae, When up there started young Tamlane, Says, "Lady, thou pu's nae mae."

"Now ye maun tell the truth," she said, A word ye maunna lie; O, were ye ever in haly chapel, Or sained in Christentie?"

"The truth I'll tell to thee, Janet, A word I winna lie; I was ta'en to the good church-door, And sained as well as thee.

"Randolph, Earl Murray, was my sire, Dunbar, Earl March, was thine; We loved when we were children small, Which yet you well may mind.

"When I was a boy just turned of nine, My uncle sent for me, To hunt, and hawk, and ride with him, And keep him companie.

"There came a wind out of the north, A sharp wind and a snell, And a dead sleep came over me, And frae my horse I fell; The Queen of Fairies she was there, And took me to hersell.

"And we, that live in Fairy-land, Nae sickness know nor pain; I quit my body when I will, And take to it again.

"I quit my body when I please, Or unto it repair; We can inhabit at our ease In either earth or air.

"Our shapes and size we can convert To either large or small; An old nut-sh.e.l.l's the same to us As is the lofty hall.

"We sleep in rose-buds soft and sweet, We revel in the stream; We wanton lightly on the wind, Or glide on a sunbeam.

"And never would I tire, Janet, In fairy-land to dwell; But aye, at every seven years, They pay the teind to h.e.l.l; And I'm sae fat and fair of flesh, I fear 'twill be mysell!

"The morn at e'en is Hallowe'en; Our fairy court will ride, Through England and through Scotland baith, And through the warld sae wide, And if that ye wad borrow me, At Miles Cross ye maun bide.

"And ye maun gae to the Miles Cross, Between twelve hours and one, Tak' haly water in your hand, And cast a compa.s.s roun'."

"But how shall I thee ken, Tamlane, And how shall I thee knaw, Amang the throng o' fairy folk, The like I never saw?"

"The first court that comes alang, Ye'll let them a' pa.s.s by; The neist court that comes alang Salute them reverently.

"The third court that comes alang Is clad in robes o' green, And it's the head court of them a', And in it rides the Queen.

"And I upon a milk-white steed, Wi' a gold star in my croun; Because I am a christen'd knight They give me that renoun.

'First let pa.s.s the black, Janet, And syne let pa.s.s the broun, But grip ye to the milk-white steed, And pu' the rider doun.

"My right hand will be glov'd, Janet, My left hand will be bare, And thae's the tokens I gie thee; Nae doubt I will be there.

"Ye'll seize upon me with a spring, And to the ground I'll fa', And then you'll hear an elrish cry That Tamlane is awa'.

"They'll turn me in your arms, Janet, An adder and a snake; But haud me fast, let me not pa.s.s, Gin ye would be my maik.

"They'll turn me in your arms, Janet, An adder and an aske; They'll turn me in your arms, Janet, A bale that burns fast.

"They'll shape me in your arms, Janet, A dove, but and a swan: And last they'll shape me in your arms A mother-naked man: Cast your green mantle over me-- And sae shall I be wan!"