But Sir Cawline he shook a spear, The King was bold and abode, And the timber those two Children bore For they took and two good swords, The Eldridge King was mickle of might, But Sir Cawline with an awkward stroke And his lady stood a little thereby, 66 Fast wringing her hands; [and " O] For the maiden's love that you have most meed, "And he'll never come upon Eldridge [Hill] But he then up, and that Eldridge King And that Eldridge King and his lady To their castle are they gane. And he took then up that Eldridge sword As hard as any flint, And so he did [the hand and] those ringès five, Harder than fire, and brent. First he presented to the king's daughter The hand and then the sword. [Here without any break in the manuscript follow some disconnected lines, and anon the ballad-singer is recording a new adventure.] And a Giant that was both stiff [and stark] He leap'd now them among : And upon his swire five heads he bare,— And he drank then of the King's wine, "I'll tell thee mine errand, King!" he says,— "Mine errand what I do here: For I will burn thy temples high, The King he turn'd him round about (Lord! in heart he was woe), Says "Is there no knight of the Round Table This matter will undergo? "Ay! and he shall have my broad lands And keep them well his life; Ay! and so he shall my daughter dear, And then stood up Sir Cawline, His own errand for to say: "I would to God, Sir!" said Sir Cawline,"That Soldan I will essay. "Go fetch me down my Eldridge sword! For I won it at fray." "But away! away " said the hend Soldan,— "Thou tarriest me here all day." The hend Soldan and Sir Cawline, Now has he slain that hend Soldan, And the king has betaken him his broad lands [Again something missing.] "But take you to your lands [so] broad, For you promised me your daughter dear "Now by my faith," then says our King,— For thou shalt have my daughter dear The other morning Sir Cawline rose And that bespied a false steward,- And he let a lion out of a band, Sir Cawline for to tear; And he had no weapon him upon, Nor no weapon did wear. But he took then his mantle of green, He held the lion so sore to the wall And the watchmen cried upon the walls peace, my Lady!" says Sir Cawline,— O peace, my Lady!" says Sir Cawline,"Peace, Lady! for I am here." Then he did marry this King's daughter, And fifteen sons this lady bare THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER. It was intill a pleasant time, Upon a simmer's day, The noble Earl of Mar's daughter And as she play'd and sported "O Coo-my-doo! my Love sae true! "I'll tak' ye hame and pet ye well And she hadna these words well spoke, Till Coo-my-doo flew frae the branch Then she has brought this pretty bird And made him shine as fair a bird When day was gane and night was come, This lady spied a bonny youth Stand straight up by her side. "O whence came ye? young man!" she said,"To put me into fear. My door was bolted right secure : "O haud your tongue, ye lady fair! Mind ye not on your turtle-doo Ye coax'd from aff the tree?" O, wha are ye? young man!" she said,— "I flew across the sea," he said, 66 “'Twas but this verra day. My mither is a Queen," he says,— "And it was but this verra day "O Coo-my-doo! my Love sae true! There he has lived in bower wi' her Till sax young sons to him she bare, And the seventh she's brought hame. |