The Baron cam' to the greenwood, And there he spied brave Gil Morrice His hair was like the threads o' gold His brow was like the mountain snaw The boy was clad in robes o' green, "Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gil Morrice, My lady lo'ed thee weel, The fairest part of my body Is blacker than thy heel. "Yet ne'ertheless, now, Gil Morrice. For a' thy great beautie, Ye'se rue the day that ye was born, Thy head sall gae with me. Now he has drawn his trusty brand, And through Gil Morrice' fair body He's gar'd cauld iron gae. And he has ta'en Gil Morrice' head, And set it on a spear; The meanest man in a' his train Has got the head to bear. And he has ta'en Gil Morrice up, Laid him across his steed, And brought him to his painted bower, The lady sat on the castle wa', Beheld baith dale and down, And there she saw Gil Morrice' head "Far mair I lo'e that bloody head, And she has ta'en Gil Morrice' head, "I ance was fu' of Gil Morrice, "I got thee in my father's house Wi' muckle grief and shame, And brought thee up in good green wood, Under the heavy rain. Oft have I by thy cradle sat, And syne she kissed his bloody cheek, 66 Away, away ye ill woman, An ill death may you dee, Gin I had kenn'd he'd been your son, He'd ne'er been slain by me. "Upraid me not, Lord Barnard, Upraid me not for shame, Wi' that same spear, oh pierce my heart, And put me out of pain. "Since nothing but Gil Morrice' head Let that same hand now take her life, "To me nae after days nor nights "Enough of blood by me's been spilt, Than either him or thee. "With heart so wae I hear your plaint, Sair, sair I rue the deed, That e'er this cursèd hand o' mine "Dry up your tears, my winsome dame, Ye ne'er can heal the wound, You see his head upon my spear, "I curse the hand that did the deed, "I'll aye lament for Gil Morrice As gin he were my ain; On which the youth was slain." The Bonnie Banks o' Fordie. This old ballad was long a popular favourite in the southern parishes of Perthshire; and, I believe, is still occasionally heard by the cottage and bothy inglesides of that ilk. Its historical bearing (if any) and exact locality have never been clearly defined. Sometimes it is found under the title of " Baby-Lon," sometimes "The Duke of Perth's Three Daughters." But there is no tradition in the Perth ducal family corresponding with the story. There is, of course, the burn of Ordie in Perthshire-about equi-distant between Perth and Dunkeld-and no stream in Scotland of the name of Fordie, so far as I know; and since editors generally name Perthshire as the native locality of the ballad, may the original phraseology of the oft repeated title not have been "The bonnie banks of Ordie"? From that to "The bonnie banks o' Fordie" would be a simple and likely transition-probably is a clerical error. The name of the hero, "Baby-Lon," is evidently a corruption by the reciters of "Burd-alane,” signifying “The Solitary.' THERE were three ladies lived in a bower, An' they went forth to pu' a flower On the bonnie banks o' Fordie. They hadna pu'd a flower but ane, When up there started a banish'd man He's taen the first sister by the hand, An' he's turned her round and made her stand "Now, whether will ye be a rank robber's wife," Ech, wow, bonnie! "Or will ye dee by my wee penknife On the bonnie banks o' Fordie?" "It's I'll no' be a rank robber's wife," Ech, wow, bonnie! "But I'll rather dee by your wee penknife On the bonnie banks o' Fordie." He's killed this May, an' he's laid her by, For to bear the red rose companie On the bonnie banks o' Fordie. He has ta'en the second ane by the hand, An' he's turned her round and made her stand "It's whether will ye be a rank robber's wife," Ech, wow, bonnie! "Or will ye dee by my wee penknife On the bonnie banks o' Fordie?" "It's I'll no' be a rank robber's wife," Ech, wow, bonnie! "But I'll rather dee by your wee penknife On the bonnie banks o' Fordie." He's killed this May, an' he's laid her by, For to bear the red rose companie On the bonnie banks o' Fordie. Then he's ta'en the youngest by the hand, An' he's turned her round and made her stand On the bonnie banks o' Fordie. |