Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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	164	Willie's ladte.
	" Another may I'll never wed, Another may I'll never bring hame : "— a> But, sighing, said that weary wight— " I wish my life were at an end ! " Yet gae ye to your mother again, That vile rank witch, o' vilest kind! And say, your ladye has a steed,                        25 The like o' him's no in the land o' Leed. " For he is silver shod before, And he is gowden shod behind ; At every tuft of that horse mane, There's a golden chess, and a bell to ring. so This gudely gift sail be her ain, And let me be lighter o' my young bairn."— " Of her young bairn she's ne'er be lighter, Nor in her bour to shine the brighter ; But she sail die, and turn to clay,                         »> And ye sail wed another may."— " Another may I'll never wed, Another may Til never bring hame:"— But, sighing, said that weary wight— " I wish my life were at an end!—                      *> " Yet gae ye to your mother again, That vile rank witch, 0' rankest kind ! And say your ladye has a girdle, It's a' red gowd to the middle ;