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WILLIE'S DROWNED IN GAMERY. |
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From Buchan's Ballads of the North of Scotland, i. 245. A fragment, exhibiting some differences, is among those ballads of Buchan which are published in the Percy Society's volumes, xvii. 66. Four stanzas, of a superior cast, upon the same story, are printed in the Tea-Table Miscellany, (ii. 141.)
Rare Witty droum'd in Yarrmo.
" Willy's rare, and Willy's fair,
And Willy's wond'rous bonny; And Willy heght to marry me,
Gin e'er he married ony.
" Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid,
This night I'll make it narrow; For a' the livelang winter night
I ly twin'd of my marrow.
" 0 came you by yon water-side ?
Pou'd you the rose or lilly ? Or came you by yon meadow green ?
Or saw you my sweet Willy ? " |
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