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The Text is from the Jamieson Brown MS on which version Scott drew partly for his ballad in the Minstrelsy Mrs Brown recited the ballad again to William Tytler in but the result is now lost with most of the other Tytler Brown versions	A
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The Story One point the maid's feint of death to escape from her father to her lover is the subject of a ballad very popular in France a version entitled Belle Isambourg is printed in a collection called Airs de Cour Feigning death to escape various threats is a common feature in many European ballads	B
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It is perhaps needless to remark that no goshawk sings sweetly much less talks In Buchan's version of forty nine stanzas the goshawk is exchanged for a parrot	C
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THE GAY GOSHAWK	D
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'O well's me o' my gay goss hawk	D
That he can speak and flee	E
He'll carry a letter to my love	F
Bring back another to me '	-
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'O how can I your true love ken	G
Or how can I her know	H
When frae her mouth I never heard couth	I
Nor wi' my eyes her saw '	-
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'O well sal ye my true love ken	G
As soon as you her see	E
For of a' the flow'rs in fair Englan'	G
The fairest flow'r is she	E
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'At even at my love's bow'r door	J
There grows a bowing birk	K
An' sit ye down and sing thereon	G
As she gangs to the kirk	K
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'An' four and twenty ladies fair	L
Will wash and go to kirk	K
But well shall ye my true love ken	G
For she wears goud on her skirt	M
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'An' four and twenty gay ladies	N
Will to the mass repair	L
But well sal ye my true love ken	G
For she wears goud on her hair '	-
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O even at that lady's bow'r door	J
There grows a bowin' birk	K
An' she sat down and sang thereon	G
As she ged to the kirk	K
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'O eet and drink my marys a'	O
The wine flows you among	P
Till I gang to my shot window	H
An' hear yon bonny bird's song	Q
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'Sing on sing on my bonny bird	R
The song ye sang the streen	G
For I ken by your sweet singin'	G
You 're frae my true love sen' '	-
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O first he sang a merry song	Q
An' then he sang a grave	S
An' then he peck'd his feathers gray	T
To her the letter gave	S
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'Ha there's a letter frae your love	F
He says he sent you three	E
He canna wait your love langer	U
But for your sake he'll die	V
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'He bids you write a letter to him	W
He says he's sent you five	X
He canno wait your love langer	U
Tho' you're the fairest woman alive '	-
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'Ye bid him bake his bridal bread	Y
And brew his bridal ale	Z
An' I'll meet him in fair Scotlan'	G
Lang lang or it be stale '	-
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She's doen her to her father dear	A2
Fa'n low down on her knee	G
'A boon a boon my father dear	A2
I pray you grant it me '	-
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'Ask on ask on my daughter	U
An' granted it sal be	G
Except ae squire in fair Scotlan'	G
An' him you sall never see '	-
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'The only boon my father dear	A2
That I do crave of the	I
Is gin I die in southin lans	N
In Scotland to bury me	G
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'An' the firstin kirk that ye come till	B2
Ye gar the bells be rung	P
An' the nextin kirk that ye come till	B2
Ye gar the mess be sung	P
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'An' the thirdin kirk that ye come till	B2
You deal gold for my sake	C2
An' the fourthin kirk that ye come till	B2
You tarry there till night '	-
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She is doen her to her bigly bow'r	D2
As fast as she coud fare	L
An' she has tane a sleepy draught	E2
That she had mix'd wi' care	L
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She's laid her down upon her bed	Y
An' soon she's fa'n asleep	F2
And soon o'er every tender limb	W
Cauld death began to creep	F2
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Whan night was flown an' day was come	G2
Nae ane that did her see	G
But thought she was as surely dead	Y
As ony lady coud be	G
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Her father an' her brothers dear	A2
Gard make to her a bier	H2
The tae half was o' guid red gold	I2
The tither o' silver clear	A2
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Her mither an' her sisters fair	L
Gard work for her a sark	J2
The tae half was o' cambrick fine	G
The tither o' needle wark	K2
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The firstin kirk that they came till	B2
They gard the bells be rung	P
An' the nextin kirk that they came till	B2
They gard the mess be sung	P
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The thirdin kirk that they came till	B2
They dealt gold for her sake	C2
An' the fourthin kirk that they came till	B2
Lo there they met her make	C2
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'Lay down lay down the bigly bier	H2
Lat me the dead look on'	G
Wi' cherry cheeks and ruby lips	N
She lay an' smil'd on him	W
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'O ae sheave o' your bread true love	F
An' ae glass o' your wine	G
For I hae fasted for your sake	C2
These fully days is nine	G
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'Gang hame gang hame my seven bold brothers	N
Gang hame and sound your horn	G
An' ye may boast in southin lan's	N
Your sister's play'd you scorn '	-

Frank Sidgwick

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