Outlandish Lad- Jensen (UT) 1957
[My title. From: The Folklore Historian - 1997; Jensen had learned the ballad from his grandmother, a Mormon pioneer.
R. Matteson 2014]
An Outlandish Lad- sung by by George Jensen at Logan, Utah, June 10, 1957; Jensen had learned the ballad from his grandmother, a Mormon pioneer.
There come an outlandish lad from the north land
A-wooing unto me,
Saying "If you will follow me to the north land
Then I will marry thee.
Go bring me some of your father's best gold
And some of your mother's best fee,
And two of your father's best nags in the stable
Where there stand thirty and three.
She mounted on to the milk white steed
And he on the dapple grey;
They rode til they come to the salt, salt sea
Six hours before it was day.
"Mount off, mount off that milk white steed,
Mount off, mount off," cried he
"For six kings' daughters I've drownded here,
Now the seventh one you shall be.
And I pray you take off that fine silken gown,
take off that gown," cried he.
"For it is too rich, too rare and too fine
To rot in the salt, salt sea."
"Well if I must take off my
fine silken gown I pray turn your back unto me,
for I think you are too great a rogue
a naked woman to see."
He turned his back all on to her
then she begun for to weep;
then she grabbed him around his middle so small
and threw him out into the deep.
He tossed up high and he floated low
until he came up to the side, saying
"Pull me out, my pretty fair maid
and I will make you my bride."
"Lie there, lie there, you false-hearted man
lie there, lie there," cried she;
"For six kings' daughters you've drownded here
now the seventh one's drownded thee."
She mounted on the milk-white steed
and led the dapple grey;
she rode til she come to her father's own house
three hours before it was day.
"Don't prittle, don't prattle, my pretty Polly,
Don't tell no tales on me,
And your cage will be lined with with the glittering gold
And locked with an ivory key.