Subject: Lyr Add: SIR EGRABELL etc. (Child #18)
From:
MMario
Date: 20 Aug 02 - 03:18 PM
Here's what I have of the Child's texts.
Child 18A
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SIR EGRABELL had sonnes three,
[Blow thy horne, good hunter]
Siirr Lyonell was one of these.
[As I am a gentle hunter]
Siirr Lyonell wold on hunting ryde,
Vntill the forrest him beside.
And as he rode thorrow the wood,
Where trees and harts and all were good,
And as he rode over the plaine,
There he saw a knight lay slaine.
And as he rode still on the plaine,
He saw a lady sitt in a graine.
Say thou, lady, and tell thou me,
What blood shedd heere has bee.
Of this blood shedd we may all rew,
Both wife and childe and man alsoe.
For it is not past 3 days right
Since Siirr Broninge was mad a kinighrt.
Nor it is not more than 3 dayes agoe
Since the wild bore did him sloe.
Say thou, lady, and tell thou mee,
How long thou wilt sitt in ithart tree.
She said, I will sitt in this tree
Till my friends doe feitch me.
Tell me, lady, and doe not misse,
Where that yoiurr friends dwellings is.
Downe, shee said, in yonder towne,
There dwells my freinds of great renowne.
Says, Lady, Ile ryde into yonder towne
And see wether yoiurr friends beene bowne.
I my self wilbe the formost man
That shall come, lady, to feitch you home.
But as he rode then by the way,
He thought it shame to goe away;
And vmbethought him of a wile,
How he might that wilde bore beguile.
Siirr Egrabell, he said, My father was;
He neuer left lady in such a case;
Noe more will I . . .
. . . . . .
And a Thy hawkes and thy lease alsoe.
Soe shalt thou doe at my comimrand
The litle fingar on thy right hand.
Ere I wold leaue all this wiirth thee,
Vpoon this ground I rather dyee.
The gyant gaue Siirr Lyonielrl such a blow,
The fyer out of his eyen did throw.
He said then, if I were saffe and sound,
As wiirth-in this hower I was in the ground,
It shold be in the next towne told
How deare thy buffett it was sold;
And it shold haue beene in the next towne siaird
How well thy buffett it were paid.
Take 40 daies into spite,
To heale thy wounds that beene soe wide.
When 40 dayes beene at an end,
Heere meete thou me both safe and sound.
And till thou come to me againe,
Wiirth me thoust leaue thy lady alone.
When 40 dayes was at an end,
Sir Lyonielrl of his wounds was healed sound.
He tooke wiirth him a litle page,
He gaue to him good yeomans wage.
And as he rode by one hawthorne,
Even there did hang his hunting horne.
He sett his bugle to his mouth,
And blew his bugle still full south.
He blew his bugle lowde and shrill;
The lady heard, and came him till.
Sayes, The gyant lyes vnder yond low,
And well he heares yoiurr bugle blow.
And bidds me of good cheere be,
This night heele supp wiirth you and me.
Hee sett that lady vppon a steede,
And a litle boy before her yeede.
And said, lady, if you see that I must dye,
As euer you loued me, from me flye.
But, lady, if you see ithart I must liue,
. . . . .
Child 18B
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A KNIGHT had two sons o sma fame,
[Hey nien nanny]
Isaac-a-Bell and Hugh the Graeme.
[And the norlan flowers spring bonny]
And to the youngest he did say,
What occupation will you hae?
[When the, etc.]
Will you gae fee to pick a mill?
Or will you keep hogs on yon hill?
[While the, etc.]
I winna fee to pick a mill,
Nor will I keep hogs on yon hill.
But it is said, as I do hear,
That war will last for seven year,
[And the, etc.]
With a giant and a boar
That range into the wood o Tore.
Youll horse and armour to me provide,
That through Tore wood I may safely ride.
[When the, etc.]
The knicht did horse and armour provide,
That through Tore wood Graeme micht safely ride.
Then he rode through the wood o Tore,
And up it started the grisly boar.
The firsten bout that he did ride,
The boar he wounded in the left side.
The nexten bout at the boar he gaed,
He from the boar took aff his head.
[And the, etc.]
As he rode back through the wood o Tore,
Up started the giant him before.
O cam you through the wood o Tore,
Or did you see my good wild boar?
I cam now through the wood o Tore,
But woe be to your grisly boar.
The firsten bout that I did ride,
I wounded your wild boar in the side.
The nexten bout at him I gaed,
From your wild boar I took aff his head.
Gin you have cut aff the head o my boar,
Its your head shall be taen therfore.
Ill gie you thirty days and three,
To heal your wounds, then come to me.
[While the, etc.]
Its after thirty days and three,
When my wounds heal, Ill come to thee.
[When the, etc.]
So Graeme is back to the wood o Tore,
And hes killd the giant, as he killd the boar.
[And the, etc.]
Child 18C
SIR ROBERT BOLTON had three sons,
[Wind well thy horn, good hunter]
And one of them was called Sir Ryalas.
[For he was a jovial hunter]
He rangd all round down by the woodside,
Till up in the top of a tree a gay lady he spyd.
O what dost thou mean, fair lady? said he;
O the wild boar has killed my lord and his men thirty.
[As thou beest, etc.]
O what shall I do this wild boar to see?
O thee blow a blast, and hell come unto thee.
Then he put his horn unto his mouth,
Then he blowd a blast full north, east, west and south.
[As he was, etc.]
And the wild boar heard him full into his den;
Then he made the best of his speed unto him.
[To Sir Ryalas, etc.]
Then the wild boar, being so stout and so strong,
He thrashd down the trees as he came along.
O what dost thou want of me? the wild boar said he;
O I think in my heart I can do enough for thee.
[For I am, etc.]
Then they fought four hours in a long summers day,
Till the wild boar fain would have gotten away.
[From Sir Ryalas, etc.]
Then Sir Ryalas drawd his broad sword with might,
And he fairly cut his head off quite.
[For he was, etc.]
Then out of the wood the wild woman flew:
Oh thou hast killed my pretty spotted pig!
[As thou beest, etc.]
There are three things I do demand of thee,
Its thy horn, and thy hound, and thy gay lady.
If these three things thou dost demand of me,
Its just as my sword and thy neck can agree.
[For I am, etc.]
Then into his locks the wild woman flew,
Till she thought in her heart she had torn him through.
[As he was, etc.]
Then Sir Ryalas drawd his broad sword again,
And he fairly split her head in twain.
[For he was, etc.]
In Bromsgrove church they both do lie;
There the wild boars head is picturd by
[Sir Ryalas, etc.]
Child 18D
AS I went up one brook, one brook,
[Well wind the horn, good hunter]
I saw a fair maiden sit on a tree top.
[As thou art the jovial hunter]
I said, Fair maiden, what brings you here?
It is the wild boar that has drove me here.
[As thou art, etc.]
I wish I could that wild boar see;
And the wild boar soon will come to thee.
Then he put his horn unto his mouth,
And he blowd both east, west, north and south.
[As he was, etc.]
The wild boar hearing it into his den,
Then he made the best of his speed unto him.
He whetted his tusks for to make them strong,
And he cut down the oak and the ash as he came along.
[For to meet with, etc.]
They fought five hours one long summers day,
Till the wild boar he yelld, and hed fain run away.
[And away from, etc.]
O then he cut his head clean off,
. . . . .
Then there came an old lady running out of the wood,
Saying, You have killed my pretty, my pretty spotted pig.
[As thou art, etc.]
Then at him this old lady she did go,
And he clove her from the top of her head to her toe.
[As he was, etc.]
In Bromsgrove churchyard this old lady lies,
And the face of the boars head there is drawn by,
[That was killed by, etc.]
Child 18E
THERE was an old man and sons he had three;
[Wind well, Lion, good hunter]
A friar he being one of the three,
With pleasure he ranged the north country.
[For he was a jovial hunter]
As he went to the woods some pastime to see,
He spied a fair lady under a tree,
Sighing and moaning mournfully.
[He was, etc.]
What are you doing, my fair lady?
Im fightened the wild boar he will kill me;
He has worried my lord and wounded thirty.
[As thou art, etc.]
Then the friar he put his horn to his mouth,
And he blew a blast, east, west, north and south,
And the wild boar from his den he came forth.
Unto the, etc.
Child 18F
SIR RACKABELLO had three sons,
[Wind well your horn, brave hunter]
Sir Ryalash was one of these.
[And he was a jovial hunter]
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