O Alison Gross, that lives in yon tow'r,
The ugliest witch in the north countrie,

She trysted me ae day up till her bow'r,
And mony fair speeches she made to me.

She straik'd my head, and she kaim'd my hair,
And she set me down saftly on her knee;

Says - "If ye will be my leman sae true,
Sae mony braw things as I will you gi'e."

She shaw'd me a mantle of red scarlet,
With gowden flowers and fringes fine;

Says - "If ye will be my leman sae true,
This goodly gift it shall be thine."

"Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
Hand far awa, and let me be;

I never will be your leman sae true,
And I wish I were out of your company."

She neist brocht a sark of the saftest silk,
Weel wrought with pearls about the band;

Says - "If ye will be my ain true love,
This goodly gift ye shall command."

She show'd me a cup of the good red gowd,
Weel set with jewels sae fair to see;

Says - "If ye will be my leman sae true,
This goodly gift I will you gi'e."

"Awa, awa, ye ugly witch,
Haud far awa, and let me be;

For I wadna ance kiss your ugly mouth,
For all the gifts that ye cou'd gi'e."

She's turn'd her richt and round about,
And thrice she blew on a grass-green horn;

And she sware by the moon and the stars aboon,
That she'd gar me rue the day I was born.

Then out has she ta'en a silver wand,
And she turn'd her three times round and round;

She mutter'd sic words, that my strength it fail'd,
And I fell down senseless on the ground.

She turn'd me into an ugly worm,
And gar'd me toddle about the tree;

And aye on ilka Saturday night,
Auld Alison Gross she came to me,

With silver basin, and silver kame,
To kame my headie upon her knee;

But rather than kiss her ugly mouth,
I'd ha'e toddled for ever about the tree.

But as it fell out on last Hallow-e'en,
When the seely court was ridin' by,

The queen lighted down on a gowan bank,
Near by the tree where I wont to lye.

She took me up in her milk-white hand,
And she straik'd me three times o'er her knee;

She chang'd me again to my ain proper shape,
And nae mair do I toddle about the tree.

Ballad: The Heir Of Lynne
Of all the lords in faire Scotland

A song I will begin:
Amongst them all dwelled a lord

Which was the unthrifty Lord of Lynne.
His father and mother were dead him froe,

And so was the head of all his kinne;
He did neither cease nor blinne

To the cards and dice that he did run.
To drinke the wine that was so cleere!

With every man he would make merry.
And then bespake him John of the Scales,

Unto the heire of Lynne say'd hee,
Sayes "how dost thou, Lord of Lynne,

Doest either want gold or fee?
Wilt thou not sell thy land so brode

To such a good fellow as me?
"For . . I . . " he said,

"My land, take it unto thee;
I draw you to record, my lords all;"

With that he cast him a Gods pennie.
He told him the gold upon the bord,

It wanted never a bare penny.
"That gold is thine, the land is mine,

The heire of Lynne I will bee."
"Heeres gold enough," saithe the heire of Lynne,

"Both for me and my company."
He drunke the wine that was so cleere,

And with every man he made merry.
Within three quarters of a yeare

His gold and fee it waxed thinne,
His merry men were from him gone,

And left himselfe all alone.
He had never a penny left in his purse,

Never a penny but three,
And one was brasse and another was lead

And another was white mony.
"Now well-a-day!" said the heire of Lynne,

"Now well-a-day, and woe is mee!
For when I was the Lord of Lynne,

I neither wanted gold nor fee;
"For I have sold my lands so broad,

And have not left me one penny!
I must go now and take some read

Unto Edenborrow and beg my bread."
He had not beene in Edenborrow

Nor three quarters of a yeare,
But some did give him and some said nay,

And some bid "to the deele gang yee!
"For if we should hang some land selfeer,

The first we would begin with thee."
"Now well-a-day!" said the heire of Lynne,

"Now well-a-day, and woe is mee!
"For now I have sold my lands so broad

That merry man is irke with mee;
But when that I was the Lord of Lynne

Then on my land I lived merrily;
"And now I have sold my land so broade

That I have not left me one pennye!
God be with my father!" he said,

"On his land he lived merrily."
Still in a study there as he stood,

He unbethought him of a bill,
He unbethought him of a bill

Which his father had left with him.
Bade him he should never on it looke

Till he was in extreame neede,
"And by my faith," said the heire of Lynne,

"Then now I had never more neede."
He tooke the bill and looked it on,

Good comfort that he found there;
It told him of a castle wall

Where there stood three chests in feare:
Two were full of the beaten gold,

The third was full of white money.
He turned then downe his bags of bread

And filled them full of gold so red.
Then he did never cease nor blinne

Till John of the Scales house he did winne.
When that he came John of the Scales,

Up at the speere he looked then;
There sate three lords upon a rowe,

And John o' the Scales sate at the bord's head,
And John o' the Scales sate at the bord's head

Because he was the lord of Lynne.
And then bespake the heire of Lynne

To John o' the Scales wife thus sayd hee,
Sayd "Dame, wilt thou not trust me one shott

That I may sit downe in this company?"
"Now Christ's curse on my head," she said,

"If I do trust thee one pennye,"
Then bespake a good fellowe,

Which sate by John o' the Scales his knee,
Said "have thou here, thou heire of Lynne,

Forty-pence I will lend thee, -
Some time a good fellow thou hast beene

And other forty if it need bee."
They drunken wine that was so cleere,

And every man they made merry,
And then bespake him John o' the Scales

Unto the Lord of Lynne said hee;
Said "how doest thou heire of Lynne,

Since I did buy thy lands of thee?
I will sell it to thee twenty better cheepe,

Nor ever did I buy it of thee."
"I draw you to recorde, lords all:"

With that he cast him god's penny;
Then he tooke to his bags of bread,

And they were full of the gold so red.
He told him the gold then over the borde

It wanted never a broad pennye;
"That gold is thine, the land is mine,

And the heire of Lynne againe I will bee."
"Now well-a-day!" said John o' the Scales' wife,

"Well-a-day, and woe is me!
Yesterday I was the lady of Lynne,

And now I am but John o' the Scales wife!"
Says "have thou here, thou good fellow,

Forty pence thou did lend me;
Forty pence thou did lend me,

And forty I will give thee,
I'll make thee keeper of my forrest,

Both of the wild deere and the tame."
But then bespake the heire of Lynne,

These were the words and thus spake hee,
"Christ's curse light upon my crowne

If ere my land stand in any jeopardye!"
Ballad: Gordon Of Brackley

Down Deeside cam Inveraye
Whistlin' and playing,

An' called loud at Brackley gate
Ere the day dawning -

"Come, Gordon of Brackley.
Proud Gordon, come down,

There's a sword at your threshold
Mair sharp than your own."

"Arise now, gay Gordon,"
His lady 'gan cry,

"Look, here is bold Inveraye
Driving your kye."

"How can I go, lady,
An' win them again,

When I have but ae sword,
And Inveraye ten?"

"Arise up, my maidens,
Wi' roke and wi' fan,

How blest had I been
Had I married a man!

Arise up, my maidens,

• wrought [rɔ:t] work 的过去式(分词) (初中英语单词)
• beaten [´bi:tn] beat 的过去分词 (初中英语单词)
• drunken [´drʌŋkən] a.喝醉的；常醉的 (初中英语单词)
• keeper [´ki:pə] n.管理人；看守；保管人 (初中英语单词)
• mantle [´mæntl] n.斗蓬 v.覆盖；笼罩 (高中英语单词)
• goodly [´gudli] a.适意的；漂亮的 (高中英语单词)
• thrice [θrais] ad.三倍地；三次 (英语四级单词)
• senseless [´sensləs] a.无知觉的；愚蠢的 (英语四级单词)