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51. Lizie Wan

51a: Lizie Wan

51a.1 Lizie Wan
sits at her fathers bower-door,
Weeping and making a mane,
And by there came her father dear:
What ails thee, Lizie Wan?
51a.2 I
ail, and I ail, dear father, she said,
And Ill tell you a reason for why;
There is a child between my twa sides,
Between my dear billy and I.
51a.3
Now Lizie Wan sits at her fathers bower-door,
Sighing and making a mane,
And by there came her brother dear:
What ails thee, Lizie Wan?
51a.4 I
ail, I ail, dear brither, she said,
And Ill tell you a reason for why;
There is a child bewteen my twa sides,
Between you, dear billy, and I.
51a.5
And hast thou tald father and mother o that?
And hast thou tald sae o me?
And he has drawn his gude braid sword,
That hung down by his knee.

51a.6
And he has cutted aff Lizie Wans head,
And her fair body in three,
And hes awa to his mothers bower,
And sair aghast was he.
51A.7 What ails thee, what ails thee, Geordy Wan?
What ails thee sae fast to rin?
For I see by thy ill colour
Some fallows deed thou hast done.
51A.8 Some fallows deed I have done, mother,
And I pray you pardon me;
For Ive cutted aff my greyhounds head;
He wadna rin for me.
51A.9 Thy greyhounds bluid was never sae red,
O my son Geordy Wan!
For I see by thy ill colour
Some fallows deed thou hast done.
51A.10 Some fallows deed I hae done, mother,
And I pray you pardon me;
For I hae cutted aff Lizie Wans head
And her fair body in three.
51a.11 O
what wilt thou do when thy father comes hame,
O my son Geordy Wan?
Ill set my foot in a bottomless boat,
And swim to the sea-ground.
51A.12 And when will thou come hame again,
O my son Geordy Wan?
The sun and the moon shall dance on the green
That night when I come hame.

51b: Lizie Wan

51b.1 Rosie
she sat in her simmer bower,
Greitin and making grit mane,
When down by cam her father, saying,
What ails thee Rosie Ann?
51b.2 A
deal, a deal, dear father, she said,
Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.
51B.3 Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Weeping and making great mane,
And wha cam doun but her mither dear,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
51b.4 A
deal, a deal, dear mither, she said,
Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.
51B.5 Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Greiting and making great mane,
And wha came doun but her sister dear,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?

51b.6 A
deal, a deal, dear sister, she said,
Great reason hae I to mane,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between me and my brither John.
51B.7 Rosie she sat in her simmer bower,
Weeping and making great mane,
And wha cam doun but her fause, fause brither,
Saying, What ails thee, Rosie Ann?
51b.8 A
deal, a deal, dear brither, she said,
Great reason hae I to cry,
For there lyes a little babe in my side,
Between yoursell and I.
51b.9
Weel ye hae tauld father, and ye hae tauld mither,
And ye hae tauld sister, a three;
Syne he pulled out his wee penknife,
And he cut her fair bodie in three.
51b.10 O
what blude is that on the point o your knife,
Dear son, come tell to me?
It is my horses, that I did kill,
Dear mother and fair ladie.
51B.11 The blude o your horse was neer sae red,
Dear son, come tell to me:
It is my grandfathers, that I hae killed,
Dear mother and fair ladie.
51B.12 The blude o your grandfather was neer sae fresh,
Dear son, come tell to me:
It is my sisters, that I did kill,
Dear mother and fair ladie.
51B.13 What will ye do when your father comes hame,
Dear son, come tell to me?
Ill set my foot on yon shipboard,
And I hope shell sail wi me.
51B.14 What will ye do wi your bonny bonny young wife,
Dear son, come tell to me?
Ill set her foot on some other ship,
And I hope shell follow me.
51B.15 And what will ye do wi your wee son,
Dear son, come tell to me?
Ill leave him wi you, my dear mother,
To keep in remembrance of me.
51B.16 What will ye do wi your houses and lands,
Dear son, come tell to me?
Ill leave them wi you, my dear mother,
To keep my own babie.
51B.17 And whan will you return again,
Dear son, come tell to me?
When the sun and the mune meet on yon hill,
And I hope thatll neer be.
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