Francis James Child

“ In the north of Scottland to-morrow there's a shooting,
And thither thou'st goe, my Lord Percye.
'The buttes are sett, and the shooting is made,
And there is like to be great royaltye,
And I am sworne into my bill
Thither to bring my Lord Pearcy.'
'I'le giue thee my hand, Douglas,' he sayes,
'And be the faith in my bodye,
If that thou wilt ryde to the worlds end,
I'le ryde in thy companye.'
And then bespake the good ladye,
Marry a Douglas was her name:
'You shall byde here, good English lord;
My brother is a traiterous man. ”

“ And euen to tell him the veretye.
'Now hast thou beene with Marry, Iamy,' he sayd,
'Euen as thy tounge will tell to mee;
But if thou trust in any womans words,
Thou must refraine good companye.'
'It is noe words, my lord,' he sayes;
'Yonder the men shee letts me see,
How many English lords there is
Is wayting there for you and mee. ”

“ And see how thow wold take with death trulye.'
When they had sayled other fifty mile,
Other fifty mile vpon the sea,
Lord Peercy called to him, himselfe,
And sayd, Douglas, what wilt thou doe with mee?
'Looke that your brydle be wight, my lord,
Thatyou may goe as a shipp att sea;
Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe,
Thatyou may pricke her while shee'le awaye.'
'What needeth this, Douglas,' he sayth,
'That thou needest to floute mee? ”