And look to the leaf of the tree,
For it never became a gentleman

A naked woman to see."
He turned himself straight round about,

To look to the leaf of the tree,
So swift as May Colven was

To throw him in the sea.
"O help, O help, my May Colven,

O help, or else I'll drown;
I'll take you home to your father's bower,

And set you down safe and sound."
"No help, no help, O false Sir John,

No help, nor pity thee;
Tho' seven kings' daughters you have drownd,

But the eighth shall not be me."
So she went on her father's steed,

As swift as she could flee,
And she came home to her father's bower

Before it was break of day.
Up then and spoke the pretty parrot:

"May Colven, where have you been?
What has become of false Sir John,

That woo'd you so late the streen?
"He woo'd you butt, he woo'd you ben,

He woo'd you in the ha,
Until he got your own consent

For to mount and gang awa."
"O hold your tongue, my pretty parrot,

Lay not the blame upon me;
Your cup shall be of the flowered gold,

Your cage of the root of the tree."
Up then spake the king himself,

In the bed-chamber where he lay:
"What ails the pretty parrot,

That prattles so long or day?"
"There came a cat to my cage door,

It almost a worried me,
And I was calling on May Colven

To take the cat from me."
Ballad: Johnie Faa

(Child, vol. iv. Early Edition.)
The gypsies came to our good lord's gate

And wow but they sang sweetly!
They sang sae sweet and sae very complete

That down came the fair lady.
And she came tripping doun the stair,

And a' her maids before her;
As soon as they saw her weel-far'd face,

They coost the glamer o'er her.
"O come with me," says Johnie Faw,

"O come with me, my dearie;
For I vow and I swear by the hilt of my sword,

That your lord shall nae mair come near ye."
Then she gied them the beer and the wine,

And they gied her the ginger;
But she gied them a far better thing,

The goud ring aff her finger.
"Gae take frae me this yay mantle,

And bring to me a plaidie;
For if kith and kin, and a' had sworn,

I'll follow the gypsy laddie.
"Yestreen I lay in a weel-made bed,

Wi' my good lord beside me;
But this night I'll lye in a tenant's barn,

Whatever shall betide me!"
"Come to your bed," says Johnie Faw,

"Oh, come to your bed, my dearie:
For I vow and swear by the hilt of my sword,

Your lord shall nae mair come near ye."
"I'll go to bed to my Johnie Faw,

I'll go to bed to my dearie;
For I vow and I swear by the fan in my hand,

My lord shall nae mair come near me.
"I'll mak a hap to my Johnie Faw,

I'll mak a hap to my dearie;
And he's get a' the coat gaes round,

And my lord shall nae mair come near me."
And when our lord came hame at e'en,

And spier'd for his fair lady,
The tane she cry'd, and the other reply'd,

"She's awa' wi' the gypsy laddie!"
"Gae saddle to me the black black steed,

Gae saddle and make him ready;
Before that I either eat or sleep,

I'll gae seek my fair lady."
And we were fifteen weel-made men,

Altho' we were na bonny;
And we were a' put down but ane,

For a fair young wanton lady.
Ballad: Hobbie Noble

(Child, vi. Early Edition.)
Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!

That Liddesdale may safely say:
For in it there was baith meat and drink,

And corn unto our geldings gay.
We were stout-hearted men and true,

As England it did often say;
But now we may turn our backs and fly,

Since brave Noble is seld away.
Now Hobie he was an English man,

And born into Bewcastle dale;
But his misdeeds they were sae great,

They banish'd him to Liddisdale.
At Kershope foot the tryst was set,

Kershope of the lilye lee;
And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains,

With him a private companie.
Then Hobie has graith'd his body weel,

I wat it was wi' baith good iron and steel;
And he has pull'd out his fringed grey,

And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel.
Then Hobie is down the water gane,

E'en as fast as he may drie;
Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts,

Frae that tryst Noble he would na be.
"Weel may ye be, my feiries five!

And aye, what is your wills wi' me?"
Then they cry'd a' wi' ae consent,

"Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.
"Wilt thou with us in England ride,

And thy safe warrand we will be?
If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,

Upon his back that thou shalt be."
"I dare not with you into England ride;

The Land-sergeant has me at feid:
I know not what evil may betide,

For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead.
"And Anton Shiel he loves not me,

For I gat twa drifts o his sheep;
The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,

For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep.
"But will ye stay till the day gae down,

Until the night come o'er the grund,
And I'll be a guide worth ony twa,

That may in Liddesdale be fund?
"Tho' dark the night as pitch and tar,

I'll guide ye o'er yon hills fu' hie;
And bring ye a' in safety back,

If ye'll be true and follow me."
He's guided them o'er moss and muir,

O'er hill and houp, and mony a down;
Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,

And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.
But word is gane to the Land-sergeant,

In Askirton where that he lay -
"The deer that ye hae hunted lang,

Is seen into the Waste this day."
"Then Hobbie Noble is that deer!

I wat he carries the style fu' hie;
Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,

And set yourselves at little lee.
"Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn;

See they shaft their arrows on the wa'!
Warn Willeva and Spear Edom,

And see the morn they meet me a'.
"Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh,

And see it be by break o' day;
And we will on to Conscowthart-Green,

For there, I think, we'll get our prey."
Then Hobbie Noble has dream'd a dream,

In the Foulbogshiel, where that he lay;
He thought his horse was neath him shot,

And he himself got hard away.
The cocks could crow, the day could dawn,

And I wot so even down fell the rain;
If Hobbie had no waken'd at that time,

In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.
"Get up, get up, my feiries five!

For I wot here makes a fu' ill day;
Yet the warst cloak of this companie,

I hope, shall cross the Waste this day."
Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;

But, ever alas! it was not sae:
They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,

That away brave Hobbie could not gae.
"Yet follow me, my feiries five,

And see of me ye keep good ray;
And the worst cloak o' this companie

I hope shall cross the Waste this day."
There was heaps of men now Hobbie before,

And other heaps was him behind,
That had he wight as Wallace was,

Away brave Noble he could not win.
Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword;

But he did more than a laddies deed;
In the midst of Conscouthart-Green,

He brake it oer Jersawigham's head.
Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,

Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;
And I wat heart was ne'er sae sair,

As when his ain five band him on the brae.
They have tane him on for West Carlisle;

They ask'd him if he knew the why?
Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;

He knew the way as well as they.
They hae ta'en him up the Ricker gate;

The wives they cast their windows wide;
And every wife to anither can say,

"That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side!"
"Fye on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?

For it's nae man that I'm used like;

• saddle [´sædl] n.鞍子 v.装鞍(于) (初中英语单词)
• safely [´seifli] ad.安全地；平安地 (初中英语单词)
• welcome [´welkəm] a.受欢迎的；可喜的 (初中英语单词)
• treason [´tri:zən] n.叛逆；不忠 (高中英语单词)
• wanton [´wɔntən, ´wɑ:n-] a.顽皮的 n.&vi.荡妇 (英语四级单词)
• calling [´kɔ:liŋ] n.点名；职业；欲望 (英语六级单词)