Lady Margaret- Anon (Edin) c.1827 Kinloch MS, Child D
[From Kinloch Manuscripts, I, 327. George Ritchie Kinloch (1796-1877) of Stonehaven, Kincardineshire became a lawyer and lived in Edinburgh where his first two ballads books were published in 1827. An additional stanza follows that appeared in his MSS,
R. Matteson 2018]
D. 10. The following stanza, superscribed "Mrs. Lindores, Kelso," was found among Mr. Kinlock's papers, and was inserted at I, 331, of the Kinlock manuscripts. It may be a first recollection of D 10, but is more likely to be another version:
'We raid over hill and we raid over dale,
And we raid over mountains sae high,
Until we cam in sicht o yon bonnie castle bowr
Whare Sir William Arthur did lie.'
105 b. D . 10. For Kinlock (twice) read Kinloch; and read I, 330. The stanza cited is found in Kinloch Manuscripts, VII, 95 and 255.
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Lady Margaret- Anon informant probably from Edinburgh area, from Kinloch MSS, I, 327.
1 ' SLEEPST thou or wakst thou, Lord Montgomerie,
Sleepst thou or wakst thou, I say?
Rise up, make a match for your eldest daughter
For the yountest I carry away.'
2 Rise up. rise up, my seven bold sons,
Dress yourselves in the armour sac fine
For it ne'er shall lie said that a churlish knight
Eer married a daughter of niioe.'
3 ' Loup aff, loup aff, Lady Margaret,' he said,
And hold myy steed in your hand,
And I will go fight your seven brethren,
And your father, where they stand.'
4 Sometimes she gaed. sometimes she stood,
But never dropt a tear,
Until she saw Item brethren all slain,
And her father who lovd her so dear
5 'Hold thy hand, sweet William,' she says,
'Thy blows are wondrous sore;
Sweethearts I may have many a one,
But a father I'll never have more.'
6 O she's taken her napkin frae her pocket,
Was made o the holland fine,
And ay as she dichted her father's bloody wounds
They sprang as red as wine.
7 'Two chooses, two chooses, Lady Margret,' he says
'Two chooses I'll make thee;
Whether to go back to your mother again,
Or go along with me.'
8 'For to go home to my mother again,
An unwelcome guest I 'd be;
But since my fate has ordered it so,
I'll go along with thee.'
9 He has mounted her on a milk-white steed,
Himself on the dapple gray,
And blawn his horn baith loud and shill,
And it sounded far on their way.
10 They rode oer hill, they rode oer dale,
They rode oer mountains so high,
Until they came to that beautiful place
Where Sir William's mother did lie.
11 'Rise up, rise up, lady mother,' he said,
'Rise up, and make much o your own;
Rise up, rise up, lady mother,' he said,
'For his bride's just new come home.'
12 Sir William he died in the middle o the night,
Lady Margaret died on the morrow
Sir William he died of pure pure love,
Lady Margaret of grief and sorrow.