I must not come, I dare not come,
I cannot come at all,
For if my mother should call for me,
I cannot hear her call.
5^4. To entice this.
_After_ 5 (_compare Miss Perine’s own version_, #H# 6):
She put him in a little chair,
She pinned him with a pin,
And then she called for a wash-basin,
To spill his heart’s blood in.
6^3. dressing.
7^2. And the.
8 _comes before_ 6.
8^3. they threw: deep dark well.
8^4. Was fifty fathoms.
9 _wanting._
#J.# #a.#
6^4. Whereer.
#b.#
1^2. It rains both great.
2^2. And yet it.
3^3. thou young.
4^1. I dare not come, I dare not come.
4^2. Unless my.
4^3. And I shall be flogged when I get.
5^3. She laid him on the.
6^1. The thickest of blood did first come out.
6^3. The third that came was his dear heart’s blood.
6^4. Where all his.
7–13 _wanting._
#K.#
_There are slight changes in the second copy._
4^2. all _wanting_.
5^{1,3}. _The first_ as _wanting_.
#L. a.#
“After nearly sixty years my memory is not altogether trustworthy,
and I am not altogether sure how far I have mixed up my childish
recollections with later forms of the ballad which I have read.”
_The singer tagged on to this fragment version #c# of_ The Maid
freed from the Gallows, _given at_ II, 352.
#b.#
1^3. For all.
3^1. it _wanting_.
4^1. him in.
4^4. And wiled the young thing in.
5. _wanting._
6^1. him in through one dark door.
6^2. she has.
6^{3,4}. _wanting._
6^5. She’s laid him.
_After_ 7:
She’s rolled him in a cake of lead,
Bade him lie still and sleep,
And thrown him in St Mary’s well,
’Twas fifty fathoms deep.
When bells were rung, and mass was sung,
And all the boys came home,
Then every mother had her own son,
But Lady Maisy had none.
#N.#
“The writer was not a little surprised to hear from a group of
colored children, in the streets of New York city (though in a
more incoherent form), the following ballad. He traced the song
to a little girl living in one of the cabins near Central Park,
from whom he obtained this version.... The mother of the family
had herself been born in New York, of Irish parentage, but had
learned from her own mother, and handed down to her children,
such legends of the past as the ballad we cite.” _Communicated
to me by Mr. Newell some considerable time before publication._
#O.#
3. “One of the Jew’s daughters, ‘a-dressed all in green,’ issues
from the garden and says, Come in, etc.”
THE
ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH
POPULAR BALLADS
EDITED BY
FRANCIS JAMES CHILD
PART VI
156
QUEEN ELEANOR’S CONFESSION
#A. a.# ‘Queen Eleanor’s Confession,’ a broadside, London, Printed for
C. Bates, at the Sun and Bible in Gilt-spur-street, near Pye-corner,
Bagford Ballads, II, No 26, British Museum (1685?). #b.# Another
broadside, Printed for C. Bates in Pye-corner, Bagford Ballads, I,
No 33 (1685?). #c.# Another copy, Printed for C. Bates, in
Pye-corner, reprinted in Utterson’s Little Book of Ballads, p. 22.
#d.# A Collection of Old Ballads, 1723, I, 18.
#B.# Skene MS., p. 39.
#C.# ‘Queen Eleanor’s Confession,’ Buchan’s Gleanings, p. 77.
#D.# ‘The Queen of England,’ Aytoun, Ballads of Scotland, 1859, I,
196.
#E.# ‘Queen Eleanor’s Confession,’ Kinloch’s Ancient Scottish Ballads,
p. 247.
#F.# ‘Earl Marshall,’ Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. 1.
Given in Percy’s Reliques, 1765, II, 145, “from an old printed copy,”
with some changes by the editor, of which the more important are in
stanzas 2–4. #F#, “recovered from recitation” by Motherwell, repeats
Percy’s changes in 2, 3, 10^4, and there is reason to question whether
this and the other recited versions are anything more than traditional
variations of printed copies. The ballad seems first to have got into
print in the latter part of the seventeenth century, but was no doubt
circulating orally some time before that, for it is in the truly popular
tone. The fact that _two_ friars hear the confession would militate
against a much earlier date. In #E# there might appear to be some
consciousness of this irregularity; for the Queen sends for a single
friar, and the King says he will be “a prelate old” and sit in a dark
corner; but none the less does the King take an active part in the
shrift.[143]
There is a Newcastle copy, “Printed and sold by Robert Marchbank, in the
Customhouse-Entry,” among the Douce ballads in the Bodleian Library, 3,
fol. 80, and in the Roxburghe collection, British Museum, III, 634. This
is dated in the Museum catalogue 1720?
Eleanor of Aquitaine was married to Henry II of England in 1152, a few
weeks after her divorce from Louis VII of France, she being then about
thirty and Henry nineteen years of age. “It is needless to observe,”
says Percy, “that the following ballad is altogether fabulous; whatever
gallantries Eleanor encouraged in the time of her first husband, none
are imputed to her in that of her second.”
In Peele’s play of Edward I, 1593, the story of this ballad is
transferred from Henry II and Eleanor of Aquitaine to Edward Longshanks
and that model of women and wives, Eleanor of Castile, together with
other slanders which might less ridiculously have been invented of Henry
II’s Eleanor.[144] Edward’s brother Edmund plays the part of the Earl
Marshall. The Queen dies; the King bewails his loss in terms of imbecile
affection, and orders crosses to be reared at all the stages of the
funeral convoy. Peele’s Works, ed. Dyce, I, 184 ff.
There are several sets of tales in which a husband takes a
shrift-father’s place and hears his wife’s confession. 1. A fabliau “Du
chevalier qui fist sa fame confesse,” Barbazan et Méon, III, 229;
Montaiglon, Recueil Général, I, 178, No 16; Legrand, Fabliaux, etc.,
1829, IV, 132, with circumstances added by Legrand. 2. Les Cent
Nouvelles Nouvelles, 1432, No 78; Scala Celi, 1480, fol. 49;[145] Mensa
Philosophica, cited by Manni, Istoria del Decamerone, p. 476; Doni,
Novelle, Lucca, 1852, Nov. xiii; Malespini, Ducento Novelle, No 92,
Venice, 1609, I, 248; Kirchhof, Wendunmuth, No 245, Oesterley, II, 535;
La Fontaine, “Le Mari Confesseur,” Contes, I, No 4. 3. Boccaccio, VII,
5.
In 1, 2, the husband discovers himself after the confession; in 3 he is
recognized by the wife before she begins her shrift, which she frames to
suit her purposes. In all these, the wife, on being reproached with the
infidelity which she had revealed, tells the husband that she knew all
the while that he was the confessor, and gives an ingenious turn to her
apparently compromising disclosures which satisfies him of her
innocence. All these tales have the cynical Oriental character, and, to
a healthy taste, are far surpassed by the innocuous humor of the English
ballad.
Oesterley, in his notes to Kirchhof, V, 103, cites a number of German
story-books in which the tale may, in some form, be found; also Hans
Sachs, 4, 3, 7b.[146] In Bandello, Parte Prima, No 9, a husband, not
disguising himself, prevails upon a priest to let him overhear his
wife’s confession, and afterwards kills her.
Svend Grundtvig informed me that he had six copies of an evidently
recent (and very bad) translation of Percy’s ballad, taken down from
recitation in different parts of Denmark. In one of these Queen Eleanor
is exchanged for a Queen of Norway. Percy’s ballad is also translated by
Bodmer, II, 40; Ursinus, p. 59; Talvj, Charakteristik, p. 513; Döring,
p. 373; Knortz, L. u. R. Alt-Englands, No 51.
A
#a.# A broadside, London, Printed for C. Bates, at the Sun & Bible
in Gilt-spur-street, near Pye-corner, Bagford Ballads, II, No 26,
1685? #b.# A broadside, Printed for C. Bates, in Pye-corner, Bagford
Ballads, I, No 33, 1685? #c.# Another copy of b, reprinted in
Utterson’s Little Book of Ballads, p. 22. #d.# A Collection of Old
Ballads, 1723, I, 18.
1
Queen Elenor was a sick woman,
And afraid that she should dye;
Then she sent for two fryars of France,
For to speak with them speedily.
2
The King calld down his nobles all,
By one, by two, and by three,
And sent away for Earl Martial,
For to speak with him speedily.
3
When that he came before the King,
He fell on his bended knee;
‘A boon, a boon! our gracious king,
That you sent so hastily.’
4
‘I’ll pawn my living and my lands,
My septer and my crown,
That whatever Queen Elenor says,
I will not write it down.
5
‘Do you put on one fryar’s coat,
And I’ll put on another,
And we will to Queen Elenor go,
One fryar like another.’
6
Thus both attired then they go;
When they came to Whitehall,
The bells they did ring, and the quiristers sing,
And the torches did light them all.
7
When that they came before the Queen,
They fell on their bended knee:
‘A boon, a boon! our gracious queen,
That you sent so hastily.’
8
‘Are you two fryars of France?’ she said,
‘Which I suppose you be;
But if you are two English fryars,
Then hanged shall you be.’
9
‘We are two fryars of France,’ they said,
‘As you suppose we be;
We have not been at any mass
Since we came from the sea.’
10
‘The first vile thing that ere I did
I will to you unfold;
Earl Martial had my maidenhead,
Underneath this cloath of gold.’
11
‘That is a vile sin,’ then said the king,
‘God may forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth Earl Martial,
With a heavy heart then spoke he.
12
‘The next vile thing that ere I did
To you I’ll not deny;
I made a box of poyson strong,
To poyson King Henry.’
13
‘That is a vile sin,’ then said the King,
‘God may forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth Earl Martial,
‘And I wish it so may be.’
14
‘The next vile thing that ere I did
To you I will discover;
I poysoned Fair Rosamond,
All in fair Woodstock bower.’
15
‘That is a vile sin,’ then said the King,
‘God may forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth Earl Martial,
‘And I wish it so may be.’
16
‘Do you see yonders little boy,
A tossing of that ball?
That is Earl Martialś eldest son,
And I love him the best of all.
17
‘Do you see yonders little boy,
A catching of the ball?
That is King Henry’s son,’ she said,
‘And I love him the worst of all.
18
‘His head is like unto a bull,
His nose is like a boar;’
‘No matter for that,’ King Henry said,
‘I love him the better therefore.’
19
The King pulld of his fryar’s coat,
And appeard all in red;
She shriekd and she cry’d, she wrong her hands,
And said she was betrayd.
20
The King lookd over his left shoulder,
And a grim look looked he,
And said, Earl Martial, but for my oath,
Then hanged shouldst thou be.
B
Skene MS., p. 39.
1
Our queen’s sick, an very sick,
She’s sick an like to die;
She has sent for the friars of France,
To speak wi her speedilie.
2
‘I’ll put on a friar’s robe,
An ye’ll put on anither,
An we’ll go to Madam the Queen,
Like friars bath thegither.’
3
‘God forbid,’ said Earl Marishall,
‘That ever the like shud be,
That I beguile Madam the Queen!
I wad be hangit hie.’
4
The King pat on a friar’s robe,
Earl Marishall on anither;
They’re on to the Queen,
Like friars baith thegither.
5
‘Gin ye be the friars of France,
As I trust well ye be—
But an ye be ony ither men,
Ye sall be hangit hie.’
6
The King he turnd him roun,
An by his troth sware he,
We hae na sung messe
Sin we came frae the sea.
7
‘The first sin ever I did,
An a very great sin ’twas tee,
I gae my maidenhead to Earl Marishall,
Under the greenwood tree.’
8
‘That was a sin, an a very great sin,
But pardond it may be;’
‘Wi mendiment,’ said Earl Marishall,
But a heavy heart had he.
9
‘The next sin ever I did,
An a very great sin ’twas tee,
I poisened Lady Rosamond,
An the King’s darling was she.’
10
‘That was a sin, an a very great sin,
But pardond it may be;’
‘Wi mendiment,’ said King Henry,
But a heavy heart had he.
11
‘The next sin ever I did,
An a very great sin ’twas tee,
I keepit poison in my bosom seven years,
To poison him King Henrie.’
12
‘That was a sin, an a very great sin,
But pardond it may be;’
‘Wi mendiment,’ said King Henry,
But a heavy heart had he.
13
‘O see na ye yon bonny boys,
As they play at the ba?
An see na ye Lord Marishal’s son?
I lee him best of a’.
14
‘But see na ye King Henry’s son?
He’s headit like a bull, and backit like a boar,
I like him warst awa:’
‘And by my sooth,’ says him King Henry,
‘I like him best o the twa.’
15
The King he turned him roun,
Pat on the coat o goud,
. . . . . . .
The Queen turnd the King to behold.
16
. . . . . . .
. . . . . . .
‘Gin I hadna sworn by the crown and sceptre roun,
Earl Marishal sud been gart die.’
C
Buchan’s Gleanings, p. 77.
1
The Queen’s faen sick, and very, very sick,
Sick, and going to die,
And she’s sent for twa friars of France,
To speak with her speedilie.
2
The King he said to the Earl Marischal,
To the Earl Marischal said he,
The Queen she wants twa friars frae France,
To speak with her presentlie.
3
Will ye put on a friar’s coat,
And I’ll put on another,
And we’ll go in before the Queen,
Like friars both together.
4
‘But O forbid,’ said the Earl Marischal,
‘That I this deed should dee!
For if I beguile Eleanor our queen,
She will gar hang me hie.’
5
The King he turned him round about,
An angry man was he;
He’s sworn by his sceptre and his sword
Earl Marischal should not die.
6
The King has put on a friar’s coat,
Earl Marischal on another,
And they went in before the Queen,
Like friars both together.
7
‘O, if ye be twa friars of France,
Ye’re dearly welcome to me;
But if ye be twa London friars,
I will gar hang you hie.’
8
‘Twa friars of France, twa friars of France,
Twa friars of France are we,
And we vow we never spoke to a man
Till we spake to Your Majesty.’
9
‘The first great sin that eer I did,
And I’ll tell you it presentlie,
Earl Marischal got my maidenhead,
When coming oer the sea.’
10
‘That was a sin, and a very great sin,
But pardoned it may be;’
‘All that with amendment,’ said Earl Marischal,
But a quacking heart had he.
11
‘The next great sin that eer I did,
I’ll tell you it presentlie;
I carried a box seven years in my breast,
To poison King Henrie.’
12
‘O that was a sin, and a very great sin,
But pardoned it may be;’
‘All that with amendment,’ said Earl Marischal,
But a quacking heart had he.
13
‘The next great sin that eer I did,
I’ll tell you it presentlie;
I poisoned the Lady Rosamond,
And a very good woman was she.
14
‘See ye not yon twa bonny boys,
As they play at the ba?
The eldest of them is Marischal’s son,
And I love him best of a’;
The youngest of them is Henrie’s son,
And I love him none at a’
15
‘For he is headed like a bull, a bull,
He is backed like a boar;’
‘Then by my sooth,’ King Henrie said,
‘I love him the better therefor.’
16
The King has cast off his friar’s coat,
Put on a coat of gold;
The Queen she’s turned her face about,
She could not ’s face behold.
17
The King then said to Earl Marischal,
To the Earl Marischal said he,
Were it not for my sceptre and sword,
Earl Marischall, ye should die.
D
Aytoun’s Ballads of Scotland, 2d edition, I, 196, from the
recitation of a lady residing in Kirkcaldy; learned of her mother.
1
The queen of England she has fallen sick,
Sore sick, and like to die;
And she has sent for twa French priests,
To bear her companie.
2
The King he has got word o this,
And an angry man was he;
And he is on to the Earl-a-Marshall,
As fast as he can gae.
3
‘Now you’ll put on a priest’s robe,
And I’ll put on anither,
And we will on unto the Queen,
Like twa French priests thegither.’
4
‘No indeed!’ said the Earl-a-Marshall,
‘That winna I do for thee,
Except ye swear by your sceptre and crown
Ye’ll do me nae injurie.’
5
The King has sworn by his sceptre and crown
He’ll do him nae injurie,
And they are on unto the Queen,
As fast as they can gae.
6
‘O, if that ye be twa French priests,
Ye’re welcome unto me;
But if ye be twa Scottish lords,
High hanged ye shall be.
7
‘The first sin that I did sin,
And that to you I’ll tell,
I sleeped wi the Earl-a-Marshall,
Beneath a silken bell.
8
‘And wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?
And I pray ye pardon me;’
‘Amen, and amen!’ said the Earl-a-Marshall,
And a wearied man was he.
9
‘The neist sin that I did sin,
And that to you I’ll tell,
I keeped the poison seven years in my bosom,
To poison the King himsel.
10
‘And wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?
And I pray ye pardon me;’
‘Amen, and amen!’ said the Earl-a-Marshall,
And a wearied man was he.
11
‘O see ye there my seven sons,
A’playing at the ba?
There’s but ane o them the King’s himsel,
And I like him warst of a’.
12
‘He’s high-backed, and low-breasted,
And he is bald withal;’
‘And by my deed,’ and says the King,
‘I like him best mysel!
13
‘O wae betide ye, Earl-a-Marshall,
And an ill death may ye die!
For if I hadna sworn by my sceptre and crown,
High hanged ye should be.’
E
Kinloch’s Ancient Scottish Ballads, p. 247.
1
The Queen fell sick, and very, very sick,
She was sick, and like to dee,
And she sent for a friar oure frae France,
Her confessour to be.
2
King Henry, when he heard o that,
An angry man was he,
And he sent to the Earl Marshall,
Attendance for to gie.
3
‘The Queen is sick,’ King Henry cried,
‘And wants to be beshriven;
She has sent for a friar oure frae France;
By the rude, he were better in heaven!
4
‘But tak you now a friar’s guise,
The voice and gesture feign,
And when she has the pardon crav’d,
Respond to her, Amen!
5
‘And I will be a prelate old,
And sit in a corner dark,
To hear the adventures of my spouse,
My spouse, and her haly spark.’
6
‘My liege, my liege, how can I betray
My mistress and my queen?
O swear by the rude that no damage
From this shall be gotten or gien!’
7
‘I swear by the rude,’ quoth King Henry,
‘No damage shall be gotten or gien;
Come, let us spare no cure nor care
For the conscience o the Queen.’
* * * * *
8
‘O fathers, O fathers, I’m very, very sick,
I’m sick, and like to dee;
Some ghostly comfort to my poor soul
O tell if ye can gie!’
9
‘Confess, confess,’ Earl Marshall cried,
‘And you shall pardoned be;’
‘Confess, confess,’ the King replied,
‘And we shall comfort gie.’
10
‘Oh, how shall I tell the sorry, sorry tale!
How can the tale be told!
I playd the harlot wi the Earl Marshall,
Beneath yon cloth of gold.
11
‘Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?
But I hope it will pardoned be;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth the Earl Marshall,
And a very feart heart had he.
12
‘O down i the forest, in a bower,
Beyond yon dark oak-tree,
I drew a penknife frae my pocket
To kill King Henerie.
13
‘Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?
But I hope it will pardoned be;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth the Earl Marshall,
And a very feart heart had he.
14
‘O do you see yon pretty little boy,
That’s playing at the ba?
He is the Earl Marshall’s only son,
And I loved him best of a’.
15
‘Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?
But I hope it will pardoned be;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth the Earl Marshall,
And a very feart heart had he.
16
‘And do you see yon pretty little girl,
That’s a’beclad in green?
She’s a friar’s daughter, oure in France,
And I hoped to see her a queen.
17
‘Oh, wasna that a sin, and a very great sin?
But I hope it will pardoned be;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ quoth the Earl Marshall,
And a feart heart still had he.
18
‘O do you see yon other little boy,
That’s playing at the ba?
He is King Henry’s only son,
And I like him warst of a’.
19
‘He’s headed like a buck,’ she said,
‘And backed like a bear;’
‘Amen!’ quoth the King, in the King’s ain voice,
‘He shall be my only heir.’
20
The King lookd over his left shoulder,
An angry man was he:
‘An it werna for the oath I sware,
Earl Marshall, thou shouldst dee.’
F
Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. 1; from recitation.
1
Queene Eleanor was a sick woman,
And sick just like to die,
And she has sent for two fryars of France,
To come to her speedilie.
And she has sent, etc.
2
The King called downe his nobles all,
By one, by two, by three:
‘Earl Marshall, I’ll go shrive the Queene,
And thou shalt wend with mee.’
3
‘A boone, a boone!’ quoth Earl Marshall,
And fell on his bended knee,
‘That whatsoever the Queene may say,
No harm thereof may bee.’
4
‘O you’ll put on a gray-friar’s gowne,
And I’ll put on another,
And we will away to fair London town,
Like friars both together.’
5
‘O no, O no, my liege, my king,
Such things can never bee;
For if the Queene hears word of this,
Hanged she’ll cause me to bee.’
6
‘I swear by the sun, I swear by the moon,
And by the stars so hie,
And by my sceptre and my crowne,
The Earl Marshall shall not die.’
7
The King’s put on a gray-friar’s gowne,
The Earl Marshall’s put on another,
And they are away to fair London towne,
Like fryars both together.
8
When that they came to fair London towne,
And came into Whitehall,
The bells did ring, and the quiristers sing,
And the torches did light them all.
9
And when they came before the Queene,
They kneeled down on their knee:
‘What matter, what matter, our gracious queene,
You’ve sent so speedilie?’
10
‘O, if you are two fryars of France,
It’s you that I wished to see;
But if you are two English lords,
You shall hang on the gallowes-tree.’
11
‘O we are not two English lords,
But two fryars of France we bee,
And we sang the Song of Solomon,
As we came over the sea.’
12
‘Oh, the first vile sin I did commit
Tell it I will to thee;
I fell in love with the Earl Marshall,
As he brought me over the sea.’
13
‘Oh, that was a great sin,’ quoth the King,
‘But pardond it must bee;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ said the Earl Marshall,
With a heavie heart spake hee.
14
‘Oh, the next sin that I did commit
I will to you unfolde;
Earl Marshall had my virgin dower,
Beneath this cloth of golde.’
15
‘Oh, that was a vile sin,’ said the King,
‘May God forgive it thee!’
‘Amen! Amen!’ groaned the Earl Marshall,
And a very frightened man was hee.
16
‘Oh, the next sin that I did commit
Tell it I will to thee;
I poisoned a lady of noble blood,
For the sake of King Henrie.’
17
‘Oh, that was a great sin,’ said the King,
‘But pardoned it shall bee;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ said the Earl Marshall,
And still a frightened man was he.
18
‘Oh, the next sin that ever I did
Tell it I will to thee;
I have kept strong poison this seven long years,
To poison King Henrie.’
19
‘Oh, that was a great sin,’ said the King,
‘But pardoned it must bee;’
‘Amen! Amen!’ said the Earl Marshall,
And still a frightened man was hee.
20
‘O don’t you see two little boys,
Playing at the football?
O yonder is the Earl Marshall’s son,
And I like him best of all.
21
‘O don’t you see yon other little boy,
Playing at the football?
O that one is King Henrie’s son,
And I like him worst of all.
22
‘His head is like a black bull’s head,
His feet are like a bear;’
‘What matter! what matter!’ cried the King,
‘He’s my son, and my only heir.’
23
The King plucked off his fryar’s gowne,
And stood in his scarlet so red;
The Queen she turned herself in bed,
And cryed that she was betrayde.
24
The King lookt oer his left shoulder,
And a grim look looked he;
‘Earl Marshall,’ he said, ‘but for my oath,
Thou hadst swung on the gallowes-tree.’
* * * * *
#A. a.#
Queen Eleanor’s Confession: Shewing how King Henry, with the Earl
Martial, in Fryars Habits, came to her, instead of two Fryars
from France, which she sent for. To a pleasant New Tune. _Both
#a# and #b# are dated in the Museum Catalogue 1670?_ “C. Bates,
at Sun & Bible, near St. Sepulchre’s Church, in Pye Corner,
1685.” _Chappell._
10^1. thta ere.
14^2. disdover.
17^1. younders.
#b.#
_Title the same, except_ came to see her.
16^3. Martial’s.
17^1. see then yonders.
20^1. his let.
#c.#
_Title as in #a#._
4^3. whatsoever.
8^4. you shall.
16^2. catching of the.
16^3. Marshal’s.
17^1. see then yonders.
#d.#
Queen Eleanor’s Confession to the Two supposed Fryars of France.
1^4. To speak with her.
2^2. and _wanting_.
2^4. For _wanting_.
4^1. I’ll pawn my lands the King then cry’d.
4^3. whatsoere.
5^1. on a.
5^4. Like fryar and his brother.
6^3. they _wanting_.
7^4. you.
8^2. As I.
10^4. Beneath this.
11^1, 13^1, 15^1. That’s.
11^4. then _wanting_.
16^2. of the.
16^3. Marshal’s.
16^4, 17^4. And _wanting_.
18^3. Henry cry’d.
19^3. shriekd, she cry’d, and wrung.
20^4. Or hanged.
#E.#
14^4. loved; love _in Kinloch’s annotated copy_.
#F.#
10^1, 11^1, 20^{1,3}, 21^{1,3}. Oh.
157
GUDE WALLACE
#A.# ‘On an honourable Achievement of Sir William Wallace, near
Falkirk,’ a chap-book of Four New Songs and a Prophecy, 1745?
Johnson’s Museum, ed. 1853, D. Laing’s additions, IV, 458 *;
Maidment’s Scotish Ballads and Songs, 1859, p. 83.
#B.# ‘Sir William Wallace,’ communicated to Percy by Robert Lambe, of
Norham, probably in 1768.
#C.# ‘Gude Wallace,’ Johnson’s Museum, p. 498, No 484, communicated by
Robert Burns.
#D.# ‘Gude Wallace,’ communicated to Robert Chambers by Elliot
Anderson, 1827.
#E.# ‘Willie Wallace,’communicated to James Telfer by A. Fisher.
#F.# ‘Willie Wallace,’ Buchan’s Gleanings, p. 114.
#G.# ‘Sir William Wallace,’ Alexander Laing’s Thistle of Scotland, p.
100; Motherwell’s MS., p. 487.
#H.# ‘Wallace and his Leman,’ Buchan’s Ballads of the North of
Scotland, II, 226.