And meeting with a ladye's vest, And taking up a lute straitwaye, 66 'My father was as brave a lord, "As ever Europe might afford; 66 66 My mother was a lady bright; "And I myself a ladye gay, "I had my musicke every day 66 Continually to wait on mee. "But now, alas! my husband's dead, "And all my friends are from me fled; My former days are past and gone, "And I am now a serving-man.' 66 And fetching many a tender sigh, And when he reach'd his statelye tower, Thus heard he everye word I sed, Then stepping in, Faire ladye, rise, A crimson dye my face orespred, But to be briefe, his royall grace Ah! no, my liege, I firmlye sayd, And though your grace hath won my heart, Faire ladye, pardon me, sayd hee, Then strait to end his amorous strife, GIL MORRICE is one of the most popular ballads preserved among the Scottish peasantry. Tradition refers it to some remote period, and points out the scene of the story. From Mr. Motherwell we learn that the " green wood" of the ballad was the ancient forest of Dundaff, in Stirlingshire, while "Lord Bernard's castle is said to have occupied a precipitous cliff overhanging the water of Carron, on the lands of Halbertshire. A small burn which joins the Carron, about five miles above these lands, is called the Earls-burn, and the hill, near the source of that stream, is called the Earls-hill; both deriving their appellations from the unfortunate Erle's-son,' who is the hero of the Ballad." According to the same tradition, he was remarkable for the length and beauty of his yellow hair. "Gil Morrice" has been fruitful in offspring, having suggested the tragedy of " Douglas" to Home, and "Owen of Carron" to Langhorn. Burns regarded the Ballad as a modern composition, and classed it with "Hardyknute." Mr. Jamieson [" Popular Ballads and Songs," i. 8] has reprinted, from the folio MS. the "very old and imperfect copy" which Percy mentions. GIL MORRICE' was an Erlè's son; His name it waxed wide; Bot it was for a lady gay, That livd on Carron side. Quhair sall I get a bonny boy, And ze maun rin my errand, Willie ;2 O no! Oh no! my master dear! I'll no gae to the bauld baròn's, For to triest furth his wife. My bird Willie, my boy Willie ; My dear Willie, he sayd: How can ze strive against the stream? 1 Mr. Motherwell sees in "Morrice" an evident corruption of "Norice," a uurscling or foster. 2 Something seems wanting here. Bot, O my master dear! he cryd, Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha', Gae bid hir take this gay mantèl, Hir ain hand sewd the sleive; Yes, I will gae zour black errand, The baron he is a man of might, He neir could bide to taunt, And sen I maun zour errand rin I'se mak a vow, and keip it trow, And quhen he came to broken brigue, And quhen he came to grass growing, And quhen he came to Barnard's ha', 1 Zour lain, your lane-alone by yourself. A' gowd bot, &c.-ull gold about the hem. 4 Speir-ask. He wauld nae tell the man his errand, Quhair they were set at meit. Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame! Dame, ze maun to the gude grene wod Ze're bidden tak this gay mantèl, Zou maun gae to the gude grene wode, And there it is, a silken sarke, It's surely to my bow'r-womàn ; I brocht it to lord Barnard's lady; Then up and spack the wylie nurse, If it be cum frae Gill Morìce, Ze leid, ze leid, ze filthy nurse, I brocht it to lord Barnard's lady; Then up and spack the bauld baròn, He's tain the table wi' his foot, 1 Perhaps, loud say I heire. Flinders-splinters. 4 Gard-made. TF |