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CHILD NORYCE. |
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Child Noryce sits on yonder tree, «
He whistles and he sings : " 0 wae be to me," says Child Noryce,
" Yonder my mother comes ! "
Child Noryce he came off the tree,
His mother to take off the horse: so
" Och alace, alace," says Child Noryce,
" My mother was ne'er so gross."
Lord Barnard he had a little small sword, That hung low down by his knee f
He cut the head off Child Noryce, m
And put the body on a tree.
And when he came to his castel,
And to his lady's hall, He threw the head into her lap,
Saying, " Lady, there is a ball!" s>
She turned np the bloody head,
She kissed it frae cheek to chin : " Far better do I love this bloody head
Than all my royal kin.
" "When I was in my father's castell, 65
In my virginitie,' There came a lord into the North,
Gat Child Noryce with me." |
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