Ballads on Mr. Herons Election, 1795(6 / 8)
tune—“babes in the wood.”
'twas in the seventeen hunder year
o' grace, and ninety-five,
that year i was the wae'est man
of ony man alive.
in march the three-an'-twentieth morn,
the sun raise clear an' bright;
but oh! i was a waefu' man,
ere to-fa' o' the night.
yerl galloway lang did rule this land,
wi' equal right and fame,
and thereto was his kinsmen join'd,
the murray's noble name.
yerl galloway's man o' men was i,
and chief o' broughton's host;
so twa blind beggars, on a string,
the faithfu' tyke will trust.
but now yerl galloway's sceptre's broke,
and broughton's wi' the slain,
and i my ancient craft may try,
sin' honesty is gane.
'twas by the banks o' bonie dee,
beside kirkcudbright's towers,
the stewart and the murray there,
did muster a' their powers.
then murray on the auld grey yaud,
wi' winged spurs did ride,
that auld grey yaud a' nidsdale rade,
he staw upon nidside.
and there had na been the yerl himsel, ↑返回顶部↑
'twas in the seventeen hunder year
o' grace, and ninety-five,
that year i was the wae'est man
of ony man alive.
in march the three-an'-twentieth morn,
the sun raise clear an' bright;
but oh! i was a waefu' man,
ere to-fa' o' the night.
yerl galloway lang did rule this land,
wi' equal right and fame,
and thereto was his kinsmen join'd,
the murray's noble name.
yerl galloway's man o' men was i,
and chief o' broughton's host;
so twa blind beggars, on a string,
the faithfu' tyke will trust.
but now yerl galloway's sceptre's broke,
and broughton's wi' the slain,
and i my ancient craft may try,
sin' honesty is gane.
'twas by the banks o' bonie dee,
beside kirkcudbright's towers,
the stewart and the murray there,
did muster a' their powers.
then murray on the auld grey yaud,
wi' winged spurs did ride,
that auld grey yaud a' nidsdale rade,
he staw upon nidside.
and there had na been the yerl himsel, ↑返回顶部↑