Gar Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom- Motherwell MS, Child D

Gar Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom- Child 1 Version D; Riddles Wisely Expounded

Version D; Child 1 Riddles Wisely Expounded
Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 142.

[Version  D is from Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 142. Child simply says "D belongs with C: it was given by the reciter as a colloquy between the devil and a maiden."

Motherwell's MS., 1825 and after. A folio, almost entirely in Motherwell's hand, containing, besides some pieces not indexed, 228 indexed ballads. Most of these are from the West of Scotland, but not a few were given Motherwell by Buchan and are duplicates of copies which occur in Buchan's MSS. In the possession of Mr Malcolm Colquhoun Thomson, Glasgow.

R. Matteson 2011]

Gar Lay the Bent to the Bonny Broom- Motherwell's Manuscript, p. 142; c. 1825

1    'O what is higher than the trees?
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And what is deeper than the seas?
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

2    'O what is whiter than the milk?
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
Or what is softer than the silk?
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

3    'O what is sharper than the thorn?
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
O what is louder than the horn?
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

4    'O what is longer than the way?
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And what is colder than the clay?
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

5    'O what is greener than the grass?
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And what is worse than woman was?'
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

6    'O heaven's higher than the trees,
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And hell is deeper than the seas.
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

7    'And snow is whiter than the milk,
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And love is softer than the silk.
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

8    'O hunger's sharper than the thorn,
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And thunder's louder than the horn.
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

9    'O wind is longer than the way,
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And death is colder than the clay.
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon

10    'O poison's greener than the grass,
      Gar lay the bent to the bonny broom
And the Devil's worse than eer woman was.'
      And you may beguile a fair maid soon