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231. The Earl Of Errol

231a: The Earl Of Errol

231a.1 There
was a jury sat at Perth,
In the merry month of May,
Betwixt the noble Duke of Perth
But and Sir Gilbert Hay.
231A.2 My lord Kingside has two daughters,
They are proper, straight and tall;
But my lord Carnegie he has two
That far excells them all.
231A.3 Then Errol he has dressd him,
As very well he could;
Im sure there was not one cloth-yard
But what was trimmed with gold.
231A.4 Ane asking, ane asking, my lord Carnegie,
Ane asking Ive to thee;
Im come to court your daughter Jean,
My wedded wife to be.
231A.5 My daughter Jean was wed yestreen,
To one of high degree,
But where Jean got one guinea of gold
With Kate Ill give thee three.
231A.6 Full fifteen hundred pounds
Had Jean Carnegie,
But three fifteen hundred pounds
With Kate Ill gie to thee.
231A.7 Then Errol he has wed her,
And fairly brought her hame;
There was nae peace between them twa
Till they sundered oer again.
231A.8 When bells were rung, and mess was sung,
And a man bound to bed,
The Earl of Errol and his countess
In one chamber was laid.
231A.9 Early in the morning
My lord Carnegie rose,
The Earl of Errol and his countess,
And theyve put on their clothes.
231a.10
Up spake my lord Carnegie;
Kate, is your toucher won?
Ye may ask the Earl of Errol,
If he be your good-son.
231a.11
What need I wash my petticoat
And hing it on a pin?
For I am as leal a maid yet
As yestreen when I lay down.
231a.12
What need I wash my apron
And hing it on the door?
Its baith side and wide enough,
Hangs even down before.
231a.13
Up spake my lord Carnegie;
O Kate, what do ye think?
Well beguile the Earl of Errol
As lang as hes in drink.
231a.14 O
what will ye beguile him wi?
Or what will ye do than?
Ill swear before a justice-court
That hes no a sufficient man.
231a.15
Then Errol he cam down the stair,
As bold as oney rae:
Go saddle to me my Irish coach,
To Edinbro Ill go.
231a.16
When he came to Edinbro,
He lighted on the green;
There were four-and-twenty maidens
A dancing in a ring.
231a.17
There were four-and-twenty maidens
A dancing in a row;
The fatest and the fairest
To bed wi him must go.
231a.18
Hes taen his Peggy by the hand,
And he led her thro the green,
And twenty times he kissd her there,
Before his ain wifes een.
231a.19
Hes taen his Peggy by the hand,
And hes led her thro the hall,
And twenty times hes kissd her there,
Before his nobles all.
231a.20
Look up, look up, my Peggy lass,
Look up, and think nae shame;
Ten hundred pounds Ill gie to you
To bear to me a son.
231a.21
Hes keepit his Peggy in his room
Three quarter of a year,
And just at the nine months end
She a son to him did bear.
231a.22
Now if ye be Kate Carnegie,
And I Sir Gilbert Hay,
Ill make your father sell his lands
Your toucher for to pay.
231a.23
To make my father sell his lands,
It wad be a great sin,
To toucher oney John Sheephead
That canna toucher win.
231a.24
Now hold your tongue, ye whorish bitch,
Sae loud as I hear ye lie!
For yonder sits Lord Errols son,
Upon his mothers knee;
For yonder sits Lord Errols son,
Altho hes no by thee.
231a.25
You may take hame your daughter Kate,
And set her on the glen;
For Errol canna please her,
Nor nane o Errols men;
For Errol canna please her,
Nor twenty of his men.
231a.26
The ranting and the roving,
The thing we a do ken,
The lady lost her right that night,
The first night she lay down;
And the thing we ca the ranting o t,
The lady lies her lane.

231b: The Earl Of Errol

231b.1 Earell
is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
The greatest faut about the place
Earells no a man.
What ye ca the danting o t,
According as ye ken,
For the pearting...
Lady Earell lyes her lane.
231B.2 Earell is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
The roses they graw red an white,
An apples they graw green.
231B.3 What need I my apron wash
An hing upon yon pin?
For lang will I gae out an in
Or I hear my bairnies din.
231B.4 What need I my apron wash
An hing upo yon door?
For side and wide is my petticoat,
An even down afore.
231B.5 But I will lace my stays again,
My middle jimp an sma;
Il gae a my days a maiden,
[Awa], Earell, awa!
231B.6 It fell ance upon a day Lord Earell
Went to hunt him lane,
....
...
231b.7
He was na a mile fra the town,
Nor yet sae far awa,
Till his lady is on to Edinburgh,
To try hir all the law.
231B.8 Little did Lord Earell think,
Whan he sat down to dine,
That his lady was on to Edinburgh,
Nor what was in her mind.
231B.9 Till his best servant came
For to lat him ken
....
...
231b.10
She was na in at the toun-end,
Nor yet sae far awa,
Till Earell was at her back,
His gaudy locks to sha.
231b.11
She was na in at the loan-head,
Nor just at the end,
Till Earell he was at her back,
Her errand for to ken.
231b.12
As lang as they ca ye Kate Carnegie,
An me Sir Gilbert Hay,
Is gar yer father sell Kinaird,
Yer tocher for to pay.
231b.13
For to gar my father sell Kinnaird,
It wad be a sin,
To gee it to ony naughty knight
That a tocher canna win.
231b.14
Out spak the first lord,
The best amang them a;
I never seed a lady come
Wi sick matters to the law.
231b.15
Out spak the neest lord,
The best o the town;
Ye get fifteen well-fared maids,
An put them in a roun,
An Earell in the midst o them,
An lat him chuse out ane.
231b.16
They ha gotten fifteen well-fared maids,
An pit them in a roun,
An Earell in the mids o them,
An bad him chuse out ane.
231b.17
He viewed them a intill a raw,
Even up and down,
An he has chosen a well-fared may,
An meggie was her name.
231b.18
He took her by the hand,
Afore the nobles a,
An twenty times he kissed her mou,
An led her thro the ha.
231b.19
Look up, Megie, look up, Megie,
[Look up,] an think na shame;
As lang as ye see my gaudy locks,
Lady Earells be yer name.
231b.20
There were fifteen noblemen,
An as mony laides gay,
To see Earell proven a man
....
231b.21
Ye tak this well-fared may,
And keep her three roun raiths o a year,
An even at the three raiths end
I sall draw near.
231b.22
They hae taen that well-fared may,
An keepd her three roun raiths o a year,
And even at the three raiths end
Earells son she bare.
231b.23
The gentlemen they ga a shout,
The ladies ga a caa,
Fair mat fa him Earell!
But ran to his lady.
231b.24
He was na in at the town-head,
Nor just at the end,
Till the letters they were waiting him
That Earell had a son.
231b.25
Look up, Meggie, look up, Meggie,
[Look up,] an think na shame;
As lang as ye see my bra black hat,
Lady Earells be yer name.
231b.26 I
will gie my Meggie a mill,
But an a piece o land,
....
To foster my young son.
231b.27
Faur is a my merry men a,
That I pay meat an gaire,
To convey my Meggy hame,
... ?
231b.28...
...
Even in Lord Earells coach
They conveyed the lassie hame.
231b.29
Take hame yer daughter, Lord Kinnaird,
An take her to the glen,
For Earell canna pleas her,
Earell nor a his men.
231b.30
Had I ben Lady Earell,
Of sic a bonny place,
I wad na gaen to Edinburgh
My husband to disgrace.

231c: The Earl Of Errol

231c.1 Erroll
its a bonny place,
It stands upon a plain;
A bad report this ladies raisd,
That Erroll is nae a man.
231C.2 But it fell ance upon a day
Lord Erroll went frae hame,
And he is on to the hunting gane,
Single man alane.
231C.3 But he hadna been frae the town
A mile but barely twa,
Till his lady is on to Edinburgh,
To gain him at the law.
231c.4 O
Erroll he kent little o that
Till he sat down to dine,
And as he was at dinner set
His servant loot him ken.
231C.5 Now saddle to me the black, the black,
Go saddle to me the brown,
And I will on to Edinburgh,
Her errands there to ken.
231C.6 She wasna well thro Aberdeen,
Nor passd the well o Spa,
Till Erroll he was after her,
The verity to shaw.
231C.7 She wasna well in edinburgh,
Nor even thro the town,
Till Erroll he was after her,
Her errands there to ken.
231C.8 When he came to the court-house,
And lighted on the green,
This lord was there in time enough
To hear her thus compleen:
231C.9 What needs me wash my apron,
Or drie t upon a door?
What needs I eek my petticoat,
Hings even down afore?
231c.10
What needs me wash my apron,
Or hing it upon a pin?
For lang will gang but and ben
Or I hear my young sons din.
231c.11
They ca you Kate Carnegie, he says,
And my names Gilbert Hay;
Ill gar your father sell his land,
Your tocher down to pay.
231c.12
To gar my father sell his land
For that would be a sin,
To such a noughtless heir as you,
That canno get a son.
231c.13
Then out it speaks him Lord Brechen,
The best an lord ava;
I never saw a lady come
Wi sic matters to the law.
231c.14
Then out it speaks another lord,
The best in a the town;
Yell wyle out fifeteen maidens bright
Before Lord Erroll come:
And he has chosen a tapster lass,
And Meggie was her name.
231c.15
They kept up this fair maiden
Three quarters of a year,
And then at that three quarters end
A young son she did bear.
231c.16
They hae gien to Meggie then
Five ploughs but and a mill,
And they hae gien her five hundred pounds,
For to bring up her chill.
231c.17
There was no lord in Edinburgh
But to Meggie gae a ring;
And there was na a boy in a the town
But on Katie had a sang.
231c.18
Kinnaird, take hame your daughter,
And set her to the glen,
For Erroll canna pleasure her,
Nor nane o Errolls men.
231c.19
Seven years on Errolls table
There stand clean dish and speen,
And every day the bell is rung,
Cries, Lady, come and dine.

231d: The Earl Of Errol

231d.1 O
ERROLRRrrS place is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
The flowers on it grow red and white,
The apples red and green.
The ranting o t and the danting o t,
According as ye ken,
The thing they ca the danting o t,
Lady Errol lies her lane.
231d.2 O
Errols place is a bonny place,
It stands upon yon plain;
But whats the use of Errols place?
Hes no like other men.
231D.3 As I cam in by yon canal,
And by yon bowling-green,
I might hae pleased the best Carnegy
That ever bore that name.
231D.4 As sure s your name is Kate Carnegy,
And mine is Gibbie Hay,
Ill gar your father sell his land,
Your tocher for to pay.
231D.5 To gar my father sell his land,
Would it not be a sin,
To give it to a naughtless lord
That couldna get a son?
231D.6 Now she is on to Edinburgh,
For to try the law,
And Errol he has followed her,
His manhood for to shaw.
231D.7 Then out it spake her sister,
Whose name was Lady Jane;
Had I been Lady Errol, she says,
Or come of sic a clan,
I would not in the public way
Have shamd my own gudeman.
231D.8 But Errol got it in his will
To choice a maid himsel,
And he has taen a country-girl,
Came in her milk to sell.
231D.9 He took her by the milk-white hand,
And led her up the green,
And twenty times he kissd her there,
Before his ladys een.
231d.10
He took her by the milk-white hand,
And led her up the stair;
Says, Thrice three hundred pounds Ill gie
To you to bear an heir.
231d.11
He kept her there into a room
Three quarters of a year,
And when the three quarters were out
A braw young son she bear.
231d.12
Tak hame your daughter, Carnegy,
And put her till a man,
For Errol he cannot please her,
Nor any of his men.

231e: The Earl Of Errol

231e.1 O Errol
its a bonny place,
It stands in yonder glen;
The lady lost the rights of it
The first night she gaed hame.
A waly and a waly!
According as ye ken,
The thing we ca the ranting o t,
Our lady lies her lane, O.
231e.2
What need I wash my apron,
Or hing it on yon door?
What need I truce my petticoat?
It hangs even down before.
231E.3 Errols up to Edinburgh gaen,
That bonny burrows-town;
He has chusit the barbers daughter,
The top of a that town.
231E.4 He has taen her by the milk-white hand,
He has led her through the room,
And twenty times hes kisst her,
Before his ladys een.
231E.5 Look up, look up now, Peggy,
Look up, and think nae shame,
For Ill gie thee five hundred pound,
To buy to thee a gown.
231E.6 Look up, look up, now, Peggy,
Look up, and think nae shame,
For Ill gie thee five hundred pound
To bear to me a son.
231E.7 As thou was Kate Carnegie,
And I Sir Gilbert Hay,
Ill gar your father sell his lands,
Your tocher-gude to pay.
231E.8 Now he may take her back again,
Do wi her what he can,
For Errol canna please her,
Nor ane o a his men.
231E.9 Go fetch to me a pint of wine,
Go fill it to the brim,
That I may drink my gude lords health,
Tho Errol be his name.
231e.10
She has taen the glass into her hand,
She has putten poison in,
She has signd it to her dorty lips,
But neer a drop went in.
231e.11
Up then spake a little page,
He was o Errols kin;
Now fie upon ye, lady gay,
Theres poison there within.
231e.12
Its hold your hand now, Kate, she says,
Hold it back again,
For Errol winna drink on t,
Nor none o a his men.
231e.13
She has taen the sheets into her arms,
She has thrown them oer the wa:
Since I maun gae maiden hame again,
Awa, Errol, awa!
231e.14
Shes down the back o the garden,
And O as she did murne!
How can a workman crave his wage,
When he never wrought a turn?

231f: The Earl Of Errol

231f.1 O Erroll
is a bonny place,
And stands upon yon plane,
But the lady lost the rights o it
Yestreen or she came hame.
231f.2 O
Erroll is a bonny place,
And lyes forenent the sun,
And the apples they grow red and white,
And peers o bonny green.
231f.3 I
nedna wash my apron,
Nor hing it on the door;
But I may tuck my petticoat,
Hangs even down before.
231F.4 Oh, Erroll, Erroll,
Oh, Erroll if ye ken,
Why should I love Erroll,
Or any of his men?
231F.5 Shes turned her right and round about,
Poured out a glass o wine;
Says, I will drink to my true love,
Hell drink to me again.
231f.6 O
Erroll stud into the fleer,
He was an angry man:
See here it is a good gray-hun,
Well try what is the run.
231F.7 Then Erroll stud into the fleer,
Steered neither ee nor bree,
Till that he saw his good gray-hun
Was burst and going free.
231F.8 But ye are Kate Carnegie, he said,
And I am Sir Gilbert Hay;
Ise gar your father sell Kinnaird,
Your tocher-good to pay.
231F.9 Now she is on to Edinburgh,
A for to use the law,
And brave Erroll has followed her,
His yellow locks to sheu.
231f.10
Out and spak her sister Jean,
And an angry woman was she;
If I were lady of Erroll,
And hed as fair a face,
I would no go to Edinburgh,
My good lord to disgrace.
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