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Five
(Robert Burns)
There was five in the South,
They fell a scheme,
To a lad to London town,
To them tidings hame.
Not only bring tidings hame,
But do their there;
And aiblins gowd and honor
Might be laddie's share.
was Maggie by the banks o Nith,
A dame wi eneugh;
And Marjorie o' the Lochs,
A auld and teugh.
And Bess of Annandale,
dwelt near Solway-side;
And Jean, that took her gill,
In sae wide.
And Joan, frae Crichton-Peel,
0' gipsy kith an
Five wighter were na found
The South within.
To send a lad to town,
They met a day;
And a knight, and monie a laird,
errand fain wad gae.
0, a knight, and monie a laird,
errand ain wad gae;
But nae ane could fancy please,
0, a ane but tway!
The first ane was a Knight,
of a Border band;
And he wad gae to Town,
nae man him withstand.
And he wad do their weel,
And he wad say;
And ilka ane at London
Wad bid to him Guid-day.
The cam in a Soger youth
And spak wi' modest
And he wad to London Town,
If sae pleasure was
He wad na hecht them gifts,
Nor meikle speech
But he wad hecht an heart
Wad ne'er his friend.-
Now wham to chuse, and refuse,
At strife thir fell;
For had Gentle Folk to please,
And some wad themsel.-
up spak mim-mou'd Meg o'Nith,
And she up wi'pride,
And she wad the Sodger-lad
might betide.-
For the Gudeman o'London Court,
She didna care a
But she wad the Sodger-lad,
To greet his son.-
Then Bess of Annandale,
A deadly aith taen,
That she wad the Border-knight,
Tho' she should her lane.-
'For fowls hae feathers fair,
'And fools o' are fain;
'But I hae this Border-knight,
try him yet again.
Says black Jan Crighton-peel,
A stoor and grim;
"The Gudeman, or the Young Gudeman,
For me may or swim."
"For will prate o' Right and Wrang,
While knaves laugh to scorn;
But the Solder's hae blawn the best,
So he bear the horn."
Then Brandy Jean o'er her drink,
Ye ken, kimmers a',
The Auld o'. London Court,
His back's been at the
And mony a friend that his caup,
Is now a wight;
But it's ne'er be sae wi' Jean,
We'll the Border-knight.'
Then slaw rase o' the lochs,
And wrinkled was her
Her ancient was russet-grey,
Her auld heart was true.-
There's some Great set light by me,
I set as light by
But I send to London town
Whom I lo'e at hame.'-
So how this plea may end,
Nae mortal wight can
God the king, and ilka man,
May look to themsel.-
Chevy Chase (269)
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