16A: Sheath and Knife

16A.1 IT is talked the warld all over,

Refrain: The brume blooms bonnie and says it is fair That the king’s dochter gaes wi child to her brither.

Refrain: And we’ll never gang doun to the brume onie mair 16A.2 He’s taen his sister doun to her father’s deer park, Wi his yew-tree bow and arrows fast slung to his back. 16A.3 ‘Now when that ye hear me gie a loud cry, Shoot frae thy bow an arrow and there let me lye. 16A.4 ‘And when that ye see I am lying dead, Then ye’ll put me in a grave, wi a turf at my head.’ 16A.5 Now when he heard her gie a loud cry, His silver arrow frae his bow he suddenly let fly.

Refrain: Now they’ll never, etc. 16A.6 He has made a grave that was lang and was deep, And he has buried his sister, wi her babe at her feet.

Refrain: And they’ll never, etc. 16A.7 And when he came to his father’s court hall, There was music and minstrels and dancing and all.

Refrain: But they’ll never, etc. 16A.8 ‘O Willie, O Willie, what makes thee in pain?’ ‘I have lost a sheath and knife that I’ll never see again.’

Refrain: For we’ll never, etc. 16A.9 ‘There is ships o your father’s sailing on the sea That will bring as good a sheath and a knife unto thee.’ 16A.10 ‘There is ships o my father’s sailing on the sea, But sic a sheath and a knife they can never bring to me.’ 16A.10r Now we’ll never, etc.

16B: Sheath and Knife

16B.1 AE lady has whispered the other,

Refrain: The broom grows bonnie, the broom grows fair Lady Margaret’s wi bairn to Sir Richard, her brother.

Refrain: And we daur na gae doun to the broom nae mair * * * * * 16B.2 ‘And when ye hear me loud, loud cry, O bend your bow, let your arrow fly.

Refrain: And I daur na, etc. 16B.3 ‘But when ye see me lying still, O then you may come and greet your fill.’ * * * * * 16B.4 ‘It’s I hae broken my little pen-knife That I loed dearer than my life.’

Refrain: And I daur na, etc. * * * * * 16B.5 ‘It’s no for the knife that my tears doun run, But it’s a’ for the case that my knife was kept in.’

16C: Sheath and Knife

16C.1 IT’S whispered in parlour, it’s whispered in ha,

Refrain: The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair Lady Marget’s wi child amang our ladies a’.

Refrain: And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair 16C.2 One day whisperd unto another Lady Marget’s wi child to Sir Richard, her brother. * * * * * 16C.3 ‘O when that you hear my loud loud cry, Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly.

Refrain: For I dare na,’ etc.

16D: Sheath and Knife

16D.1 AE king’s dochter said to anither,

Refrain: Broom blooms bonnie an grows sae fair We’ll gae ride like sister and brither.

Refrain: But we’ll never gae down to the broom nae mair

16[E]: Sheath and Knife

16[E].1 One king’s daughter said to anither,

Refrain: Brume blumes bonnie and grows sae fair 16[E.1] ‘We’ll gae ride like sister and brither.’

Refrain: And we’ll neer gae down to the brume nae mair 16[E.2] ‘We’ll ride doun into yonder valley, Whare the greene green trees are budding sae gaily. 16[E.3] ‘Wi hawke and hounde we will hunt sae rarely, And we’ll come back in the morning early.’ 16[E.4] They rade on like sister and brither, And they hunted and hawket in the valley the-gether. 16[E.5] ‘Now, lady, hauld my horse and my hawk, For I maun na ride, and I downa walk. 16[E.6] ‘But set me doun be the rute o this tree, For there hae I dreamt that my bed sall be.’ 16[E.7] The ae king’s dochter did lift doun the ither, And she was licht in her armis like ony fether. 16[E.8] Bonnie Lady Ann sat doun be the tree, And a wide grave was houkit whare nane suld be. 16[E.9] The hawk had nae lure, and the horse had nae master, And the faithless hounds thro the woods ran faster. 16[E.10] The one king’s dochter has ridden awa, But bonnie Lady Ann lay in the deed-thraw.

16[F]: Sheath and Knife

16[F].1 ‘There is a feast in your father’s house,

Refrain: The broom blooms bonnie, and so is it fair 16[F.1] It becomes you and me to be very douce.’

Refrain: And we’ll never gang up to the broom nae mair 16[F.2] ‘Will you to to yon hill so hie, Take your bow and your arrow wi thee.’ 16[F.3] He’s tane his lady on his back, And his auld son in his coat-lap. 16[F.4] ‘When ye hear me give a cry, Ye’ll shoot your bow and let me ly. 16[F.5] ‘When ye see me lying still, Throw awa your bow and come running me till.’ 16[F.6] When he heard her gie a cry, He shot his bow and he let her lye. 16[F.7] When he saw she was lying still, He threw awa his bow and came running her till. 16[F.8] It was nae wonder his heart was sad, When he shot his auld son at her head. 16[F.9] He howkit a grave lang, large and wide, He buried his auld son down by her side. 16[F.10] It was nae wonder his heart was sair, When he shooled the mools on her yellow hair. 16[F.11] ‘Oh,’ said his father, ’Son, but thou’rt sad, At our braw meeting you micht be glad.’ 16[F.12] ‘Oh,’ said he, ’Father, I’ve lost my knife, I loved as dear almost as my own life. 16[F.13] ‘But I have lost a far better thing, I lost the sheathe that the knife was in.’ 16[F.14] ‘Hold thy tongue and mak nae din, I’ll buy thee a sheath and a knife therein.’ 16[F.15] ‘A’ the ships ere sailed the sea Neer’ll bring such a sheathe and knife to me. 16[F.16] ‘A’ the smiths that lives on land Will neer bring such a sheath and knife to my hand.’