Jamie Douglas And Waly, Waly, Gin Love Be Bonny Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A A B C C D E FGHD IDJK IDLK DDDK EKD MKN EKAG OKP QKDK EKDK EKE RKS D LDKD LKKD K FGDD DKDK KTDD DUDU DKDK VKWK VKDK XKDK DYDY ZKKK

The Text of the ballad is here given from Kinloch's MSS where it is in the handwriting of John Hill Burton when a youth The text of the song Waly waly I take from Ramsay's Tea Table Miscellany The song and the ballad have become inextricably confused and the many variants of the former contain a greater or a smaller proportion of verses apparently taken from the latterA
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The Story of the ballad as here told is nevertheless quite simple and straightforward It is spoken in the first person by the daughter of the Earl of Mar She also says she is sister to the Duke of York a person often introduced into ballads Blacklaywood the lady complains has spoken calumniously of her to her lord and she leaves him saying farewell to her children and taking her youngest son with herA
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The ballad is historical in so far as that Lady Barbara Erskine daughter of the Earl of Mar was married in to James second Marquis of Douglas and was formally separated from him in Further tradition puts the blame of the separation on William Lawrie factor to the Marquis often styled the laird of Blackwood 'Blacklaywood ' from his wife's family estateB
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The non historical points in the ballad are minor ones The couple had only one child and the lady's father could not have come to fetch her away as the Earl of Mar died in before his daughter's weddingC
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I have printed the song Waly waly not because it can be considered a ballad but simply because it is so closely interwoven with Jamie Douglas Stanza is reminiscent of the beautiful English quatrain beginningC
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'Westron wind when will thou blow '-
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See Chappell's Popular Music of the Olden Time iD
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JAMIE DOUGLASE
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Waly waly up the bankF
And waly waly down the braeG
And waly waly to yon burn sideH
Where me and my love wunt to gaeD
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As I lay sick and very sickI
And sick was I and like to dieD
And Blacklaywood put in my love's earsJ
That he staid in bower too lang wi' meK
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As I lay sick and very sickI
And sick was I and like to dieD
And walking into my garden greenL
I heard my good lord lichtlie meK
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Now woe betide ye BlacklaywoodD
I'm sure an ill death you must dieD
Ye'll part me and my ain good lordD
And his face again I'll never seeK
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'Come down stairs now Jamie DouglasE
Come down stairs and drink wine wi' meK
I'll set thee into a chair of goldD
And not one farthing shall it cost thee '-
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'When cockle shells turn silver bellsM
And muscles grow on every treeK
When frost and snow turn fiery baasN
I'll come down the stair and drink wine wi' thee '-
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'What's needs me value you Jamie DouglasE
More than you do value meK
The Earl of Mar is my fatherA
The Duke of York is my brother gayG
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'But when my father gets word o' thisO
I trow a sorry man he'll beK
He'll send four score o' his soldiers braveP
To tak me hame to mine ain countrie '-
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As I lay owre my castell wa'Q
I beheld my father comin' for meK
Wi' trumpets sounding on every sideD
But they werena music at a' for meK
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'And fare ye weel now Jamie DouglasE
And fare ye weel my children threeK
And fare ye weel my own good lordD
For my face again ye shall never seeK
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'And fare ye weel now Jamie DouglasE
And fare ye weel my children threeK
And fare ye weel now Jamie DouglasE
But my youngest son shall gae wi' me '-
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'What ails ye at your youngest sonR
Sits smilin' at the nurse's kneeK
I'm sure he never knew any harmS
Except it was from his nurse or thee '-
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And when I was into my coaches setD
He made his trumpets a' to soun '-
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I've heard it said and it's oft times seenL
The hawk that flies far frae her nestD
And a' the world shall plainly seeK
It's Jamie Douglas that I love bestD
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I've heard it said and it's oft times seenL
The hawk that flies from tree to treeK
And a' the world shall plainly seeK
It's for Jamie Douglas I maun dieD
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WALY WALY GIN LOVE BE BONNYK
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O waly waly up the bankF
And waly waly down the braeG
And waly waly yon burn sideD
Where I and my love wont to gaeD
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I lean'd my back unto an aikD
I thought it was a trusty treeK
But first it bow'd and syne it brakD
Sae my true love did lightly meK
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O waly waly but love be bonnyK
A little time while it is newT
But when it is auld it waxeth cauldD
And fades away like morning dewD
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O wherefore shoud I busk my headD
Or wherefore shoud I kame my hairU
For my true love has me forsookD
And says he'll never love me mairU
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Now Arthur Seat shall be my bedD
The sheets shall ne'er be fyl'd by meK
Saint Anton's well shall be my drinkD
Since my true love has forsaken meK
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Martinmas wind when wilt thou blawV
And shake the green leaves off the treeK
O gentle death when wilt thou comeW
For of my life I am wearyK
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'Tis not the frost that freezes fellV
Nor blawing snaw's inclemencyK
'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cryD
But my love's heart grown cauld to meK
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When we came in by Glasgow townX
We were a comely sight to seeK
My love was cled in the black velvetD
And I mysell in cramasieK
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But had I wist before I kiss'dD
That love had been sae ill to winY
I'd lock'd my heart in a case of goldD
And pin'd it with a silver pinY
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Oh oh if my young babe were bornZ
And set upon the nurse's kneeK
And I mysell were dead and ganeK
For a maid again I'll never beK

Frank Sidgwick



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