George Wharton Edwards

"Annan Water's wading deep, And my love Annie's wondrous bonny; I will keep my tryst to-night,

All in the merry month of May, When green buds they were swelling, Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay

God prosper long our noble king, Our liffes and safetyes all; A woefull hunting once there did

As it fell out on a long summer's day, Two lovers they sat on a hill; They sat together that long summer's day,

When as King Henry rulde this land, The second of that name, Besides the queene, he dearly lovde

King Jamie hath made a vow, Keepe it well if he may: That he will be at lovely London

I wad I were where Helen lies; Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies,

SHOWING THE CRUELTY OF A JEW'S DAUGHTER Four and twenty bonny boys Were playing at the ba',

I read that once in Affrica A princely wight did raine, Who had to name Cophetua,

King Leir once ruled in this land With princely power and peace, And had all things with hearts content,

In the merrie moneth of Maye, In a morne by break of daye, With a troope of damselles playing

When shaws beene sheene, and shradds full fayre, And leaves both large and longe, Itt is merrye walkyng in the fayre forrest

Come listen to me, you gallants so free, All you that love mirth for to hear, And I will tell you of a bold outlaw,

When Robin Hood and Little John Down a down, a down, a down, Went o'er yon bank of broom,

The king sits in Dunfermline town, Drinking the blude-red wine; "O whare will I get a skeely skipper,

There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe, And he was a squire's son; He loved the bayliffe's daughter deare,

Late at e'en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between,

THE FIRST FYTTE It fell about the Lammas tide, When husbands winn their hay,

"Rise up, rise up, now, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armour so bright; Sweet William will hae Lady Margaret awi'

A fair maid sat in her bower door, Wringing her lily hands; And by it came a sprightly youth,

My love he built me a bonny bower, And clad it a' wi' a lilye flower, A brawer bower ye ne'er did see,

To yon fause stream that, near the sea, Hides mony an elf and plum, And rives wi' fearful din the stanes,

Be it right, or wrong, these men among On women do complain; Affirming this, how that it is

As I was walking all alane, I heard twa corbies making a maen: The tane unto the t'ither did say,

O waly, waly up the bank, And waly, waly down the brae, And waly, waly yon burn side,

About Yule, when the wind blew cool; And the round tables began, A' there is come to our king's court