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Thread #110296   Message #2312864
Posted By: Roberto
11-Apr-08 - 08:47 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Trooper and Maid (from Dr Faustus)
Subject: Lyr Add: TROOPER AND MAID (from Dr Faustus)
Pleae, help me complete and correct this transcription. This recording of Trooper and Maid, by Dr Faustus, in the CD The First Cut, is clearly based on Child #299 D, but in English instead in Scots. The problems are in 6th and 7th stanza. Please, help.

A trooper lad came to our gate
And oh but he was weary
He rapped at and he chapped at
For the sake of his kind dearie

The bonnie lass being in the close
And the moon shone bright and clearly
You're welcome here, my trooper lad
You're welcome, my kind dearie

So she's taken the horse by the bridle reins
And led him to the stable
She's gived him corn and hay to eat
As much as he was able

She's taken the knight by the milk-white hand
And led him to her chamber
She's gived him bread and cheese to eat
And wine to drink his pleasure

Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near you now
Bonnie lassie, I'll lie near you
An' I'll gar all your ribbons reel
In the morning or I leave you

So soon to bed they did retire
And the knight soon ...(???) lay
The maid put off her little white smock
Crying, Laddie, are you ready?

It was all night that they did ...(?)
The floor it was a-creekin'
So rumpently (?) they roll ...(?)
There was no time for speaking

Well, the first time that the trumpet played
It was, Up, up and awa, man!
The next time that the trumpet played
Was, The morn's the battle-day, man!

Bonnie lassie, I must leave you now
Bonne lassie, I must leave you
But, if ever I come this way again
I will call in and see you

Well, it's bread and cheese for gentlemen
And corn and hay for horses
Pipes and tobacco for old wives
And bonnie lads for lasses

When will us two meet again?
When will we meet and marry?
When cockle-shells turn silver bells
No longer, love, we'll tarry

So he's taken his old grey cloak about him
And he's over the mountains fairly
Crying, Fare thee well, my bonnie lass
Farewell, my own kind dearie