241. The Baron O Leys
241a: The Baron O Leys
241a.1 The Laird of Leys is on to Edinbrugh,
To shaw a fit o his follie;
He drest himsel in the crimson-brown,
An he provd a rantin laddie.
241A.2 Ben came a weel-faird lass,
Says, Laddie, how do they ca ye?
They ca me this, an they ca me that,
Ye wudna ken fat they ca me;
But whan Im at home on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Rantin Laddie.
241A.3 They sought her up, they sought her down,
They sought her in the parlour;
She couldna be got but whar she was,
In the bed wi The Rantin Laddie.
241A.4 Tell me, tell me, Baron of Leys,
Ye tell me how they ca ye!
Your gentle blood moves in my side,
An I dinna ken how they ca ye.
241A.5 They ca me this, an they ca me that,
Ye couldna ken how they ca me;
But whan Im at home on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Rantin Laddie.
241A.6 Tell me, tell me, Baron of Leys,
Ye tell mo how they ca ye!
Your gentle blood moves in my side,
An I dinna ken how to ca ye.
241A.7 Baron of Leys, it is my stile,
Alexander Burnett they ca me;
Whan Im at hame on bonnie Deeside
My name is The Rantin Laddie.
241A.8 Gin your name be Alexander Burnett,
Alas that ever I saw ye!
For ye hae a wife and bairns at hame,
An alas for lyin sae near ye!
241A.9 But Ise gar ye be headit or hangt,
Or marry me the morn,
Or else pay down ten thousand crowns
For giein o me the scorn.
241a.10 For my head, I canna want;
I love my lady dearly;
But some o my lands I maun lose in the case,
Alas for lyin sae near ye!
241a.11 Word has gane to the Lady of Leys
That the laird he had a bairn;
The warst word she said to that was,
I wish I had it in my arms.
241a.12 For I will sell my jointure-lands
I am broken an Im sorry
An Ill sell a, to my silk gowns,
An get hame my rantin laddie.
241b: The Baron O Leys
241b.1 The Laird o Leys is to London gane;
He was baith full and gawdie;
For he shod his steed wi siller guid,
And hes playd the ranting laddie.
241B.2 He hadna been in fair London
A twalmonth and a quarter,
Till he met wi a weel-faurd may,
Wha wishd to know how they cad him.
241B.3 They ca me this, and they ca me that,
And theyre easy how theyve cad me;
But whan Im at hame on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Ranting Laddie.
241B.4 Awa wi your jesting, sir, she said,
I trow youre a ranting laddie;
But something swells atween my sides,
And I maun ken how they ca thee.
241B.5 They ca me this, and they ca me that,
And theyre easy how they ca me;
The Baron o Leys my title is,
And Sandy Burnet they ca me.
241B.6 Tell down, tell down ten thousand crowns,
Or ye maun marry me the morn;
Or headit of hangit ye sall be,
For ye sanna gie me the scorn.
241B.7 My heads the thing I canna weel want;
My lady she loves me dearlie;
Nor yet hae I means ye to maintain;
Alas for the lying sae near thee!
241B.8 But words gane doun to the Lady o Leys
That the Baron had got a babie:
The waurst o news! my lady she said,
I wish I had hame my laddie.
241B.9 But Ill sell aff my jointure-house,
Tho na mair I sud be a ladie;
Ill sell a to my silken goun,
And bring hame my rantin laddie.
241b.10 So she is on to London gane,
And she paid the money on the morn;
She paid it doun and brought him hame,
And gien them a the scorn.
241c: The Baron O Leys
241c.1 The Baron o Leys to France is gane,
The fashion and tongue to learn,
But hadna been there a month or twa
Till he gat a lady wi bairn.
241C.2 But it fell ance upon a day
The lady mournd fu sairlie;
Says, Whos the man has me betrayed?
It gars me wonder and fairlie.
241C.3 Then to the fields to him she went,
Saying, Tell me what they ca thee;
Or else Ill mourn and rue the day,
Crying, alas that ever I saw thee!
241C.4 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
I carena fat befa me;
For when Im at the schools o France
An awkward fellow they ca me.
241C.5 Waes me now, ye awkward fellow,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
Wi you Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat they ca thee.
241C.6 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
What name does best befa me;
For when I walk in Edinburgh streets
The Curling Buckle they ca me.
241c.7 O waes me now, O Curling Buckle,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat they ca thee.
241C.8 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
Whatever name best befas me;
But when Im in Scotlands kings high court
Clatter the Speens they ca me.
241c.9 O waes me now, O Clatter the Speens,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat to ca thee.
241c.10 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
I carena what they ca me;
But when wi the Earl o Murray I ride
Its Scour the Brass they ca me.
241c.11 O waes me now, O Scour the Brass,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
Amd I kenna well fat to ca thee.
241c.12 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
Whatever name best befas me;
But when I walk thro Saint Johnstones town
George Burnett they ca me.
241c.13 O waes me, O waes me, George Burnett,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat to ca thee.
241c.14 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
Whatever name best befas me;
But when I am on bonny Dee side
The Baron o Leys they ca me.
241c.15 O weal is me now, O Baron o Leys,
This day that ever I saw thee!
Theres gentle blood within my sides,
And now [I] ken fat they ca thee.
241c.16 But yell pay down ten thousand crowns,
Or marry me the morn;
Else Ill cause you be headed or hangd
For gieing me the scorn.
241c.17 My head is a thing I cannot well want;
My lady loves me sae dearly;
But Ill deal the gold right liberally
For lying ae night sae near thee.
241c.18 When word had gane to the Lady o Leys
The baron had gotten a bairn,
She clapped her hands, and this did say,
I wish he were in my arms!
241c.19 O weal is me now, O Baron o Leys,
For ye hae pleased me sairly;
Frae our house is banishd the vile reproach
That disturbed us late and early.
241c.20 When she looked ower her castle-wa,
To view the woods sae rarely,
There she spied the Baron o Leys
Ride on his steed sae rarely.
241c.21 Then forth she went her baron to meet,
Says, Yere welcome to me, fairly!
Yese hae spice-cakes, and seed-cakes sweet,
And claret to drink sae rarely.
241a.1 The Laird of Leys is on to Edinbrugh,
To shaw a fit o his follie;
He drest himsel in the crimson-brown,
An he provd a rantin laddie.
241A.2 Ben came a weel-faird lass,
Says, Laddie, how do they ca ye?
They ca me this, an they ca me that,
Ye wudna ken fat they ca me;
But whan Im at home on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Rantin Laddie.
241A.3 They sought her up, they sought her down,
They sought her in the parlour;
She couldna be got but whar she was,
In the bed wi The Rantin Laddie.
241A.4 Tell me, tell me, Baron of Leys,
Ye tell me how they ca ye!
Your gentle blood moves in my side,
An I dinna ken how they ca ye.
241A.5 They ca me this, an they ca me that,
Ye couldna ken how they ca me;
But whan Im at home on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Rantin Laddie.
241A.6 Tell me, tell me, Baron of Leys,
Ye tell mo how they ca ye!
Your gentle blood moves in my side,
An I dinna ken how to ca ye.
241A.7 Baron of Leys, it is my stile,
Alexander Burnett they ca me;
Whan Im at hame on bonnie Deeside
My name is The Rantin Laddie.
241A.8 Gin your name be Alexander Burnett,
Alas that ever I saw ye!
For ye hae a wife and bairns at hame,
An alas for lyin sae near ye!
241A.9 But Ise gar ye be headit or hangt,
Or marry me the morn,
Or else pay down ten thousand crowns
For giein o me the scorn.
241a.10 For my head, I canna want;
I love my lady dearly;
But some o my lands I maun lose in the case,
Alas for lyin sae near ye!
241a.11 Word has gane to the Lady of Leys
That the laird he had a bairn;
The warst word she said to that was,
I wish I had it in my arms.
241a.12 For I will sell my jointure-lands
I am broken an Im sorry
An Ill sell a, to my silk gowns,
An get hame my rantin laddie.
241b: The Baron O Leys
241b.1 The Laird o Leys is to London gane;
He was baith full and gawdie;
For he shod his steed wi siller guid,
And hes playd the ranting laddie.
241B.2 He hadna been in fair London
A twalmonth and a quarter,
Till he met wi a weel-faurd may,
Wha wishd to know how they cad him.
241B.3 They ca me this, and they ca me that,
And theyre easy how theyve cad me;
But whan Im at hame on bonnie Deeside
They ca me The Ranting Laddie.
241B.4 Awa wi your jesting, sir, she said,
I trow youre a ranting laddie;
But something swells atween my sides,
And I maun ken how they ca thee.
241B.5 They ca me this, and they ca me that,
And theyre easy how they ca me;
The Baron o Leys my title is,
And Sandy Burnet they ca me.
241B.6 Tell down, tell down ten thousand crowns,
Or ye maun marry me the morn;
Or headit of hangit ye sall be,
For ye sanna gie me the scorn.
241B.7 My heads the thing I canna weel want;
My lady she loves me dearlie;
Nor yet hae I means ye to maintain;
Alas for the lying sae near thee!
241B.8 But words gane doun to the Lady o Leys
That the Baron had got a babie:
The waurst o news! my lady she said,
I wish I had hame my laddie.
241B.9 But Ill sell aff my jointure-house,
Tho na mair I sud be a ladie;
Ill sell a to my silken goun,
And bring hame my rantin laddie.
241b.10 So she is on to London gane,
And she paid the money on the morn;
She paid it doun and brought him hame,
And gien them a the scorn.
241c: The Baron O Leys
241c.1 The Baron o Leys to France is gane,
The fashion and tongue to learn,
But hadna been there a month or twa
Till he gat a lady wi bairn.
241C.2 But it fell ance upon a day
The lady mournd fu sairlie;
Says, Whos the man has me betrayed?
It gars me wonder and fairlie.
241C.3 Then to the fields to him she went,
Saying, Tell me what they ca thee;
Or else Ill mourn and rue the day,
Crying, alas that ever I saw thee!
241C.4 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
I carena fat befa me;
For when Im at the schools o France
An awkward fellow they ca me.
241C.5 Waes me now, ye awkward fellow,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
Wi you Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat they ca thee.
241C.6 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
What name does best befa me;
For when I walk in Edinburgh streets
The Curling Buckle they ca me.
241c.7 O waes me now, O Curling Buckle,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat they ca thee.
241C.8 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
Whatever name best befas me;
But when Im in Scotlands kings high court
Clatter the Speens they ca me.
241c.9 O waes me now, O Clatter the Speens,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat to ca thee.
241c.10 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
I carena what they ca me;
But when wi the Earl o Murray I ride
Its Scour the Brass they ca me.
241c.11 O waes me now, O Scour the Brass,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
Amd I kenna well fat to ca thee.
241c.12 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
Whatever name best befas me;
But when I walk thro Saint Johnstones town
George Burnett they ca me.
241c.13 O waes me, O waes me, George Burnett,
And alas that ever I saw thee!
For Im in love, sick, sick in love,
And I kenna well fat to ca thee.
241c.14 Some cas me this, some cas me that,
Whatever name best befas me;
But when I am on bonny Dee side
The Baron o Leys they ca me.
241c.15 O weal is me now, O Baron o Leys,
This day that ever I saw thee!
Theres gentle blood within my sides,
And now [I] ken fat they ca thee.
241c.16 But yell pay down ten thousand crowns,
Or marry me the morn;
Else Ill cause you be headed or hangd
For gieing me the scorn.
241c.17 My head is a thing I cannot well want;
My lady loves me sae dearly;
But Ill deal the gold right liberally
For lying ae night sae near thee.
241c.18 When word had gane to the Lady o Leys
The baron had gotten a bairn,
She clapped her hands, and this did say,
I wish he were in my arms!
241c.19 O weal is me now, O Baron o Leys,
For ye hae pleased me sairly;
Frae our house is banishd the vile reproach
That disturbed us late and early.
241c.20 When she looked ower her castle-wa,
To view the woods sae rarely,
There she spied the Baron o Leys
Ride on his steed sae rarely.
241c.21 Then forth she went her baron to meet,
Says, Yere welcome to me, fairly!
Yese hae spice-cakes, and seed-cakes sweet,
And claret to drink sae rarely.
