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T: GIL MORRICE
O: 1806
B: "Caledonian Musical Repository", 1806, p.242-251
F: http://digital.nls.uk/special-collections-of-printed-music/pageturner.cfm?id=87661539
Z: 2013 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
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L: 1/8
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w: Gil* Mor-rice was an erle's* son, His*
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w: name it wax-ed wide; It was na for his
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w: great rich-*es, Nor* yet his mei-kle pride;
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w: But*** it was for a la-dy* gay, That*
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W: 2.Quhair sall I get a bonny boy,
W:     That will win hoes and shoen;
W:   That will gae to Lord Barnard's ha',
W:     And bid his lady cum?
W:   And ze maun rin this errand, Willie,
W:     And ze maun rin wi' speed;
W:   Quhen ither boys gae on their foot,
W:     On horseback ze sall ride.
W:
W: 3.Oh no! oh no! my master dear!
W:     I daur nae for my life;
W:   I'll no gae to the bauld baron's,
W:     For to triest furth his wife.
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W:   My bird Willie, my boy Willie,
W:     My dear Willie, he sayd,
W:   How can ze strive against the stream?
W:     For I sall be obey'd.
W:
W: 4.But, O my master dear! he cry'd,
W:     In grene wod ze're zour lain;
W:   Gie owre sic thochts, I wald ze rede,
W:     For fear ze should be tain.
W:   Haste, haste, I say, gae to the ha',
W:     Bid hir cum here wi' speid:
W:   If ze refuse my high command,
W:     I'll gar zour body bleid.
W:
W: 5.Gae bid hir tak this gay mantel,
W:     It's a' gowd but the hem;
W:   Bid hir cum to the gude grene wode,
W:     And bring nane but her lain:
W:   And there it is, a silken sarke,
W:     Hir ain hand sew'd the slieve;
W:   And bid hir come to Gil Morrice;
W:     Spier nae bauld baron's leave.
W:
W: 6.Yes, I will gae zour black errand,
W:   Tho' it be to zour cost ;
W:   Sen ze by me will nae be warn'd,
W:   In it ze sall find frost.
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W:   The baron he's a man of might,
W:     He neir could bide to taunt,
W:   As ze will see, before it's night,
W:     How sma' ze hae to vaunt.
W:
W: 7.And sen I maun zour errand rin,
W:     Sae sair against my will,
W:   I'se mak a vow, and keip it trow.
W:     It sall be done for ill.
W:   And when he cam to Broken Brigue,
W:     He bent his bow and swam,
W:   And when he cam to grass growing,
W:     Set down his feet and ran.
W:
W: 8.And when he cam to Barnard's ha'.
W:     Would neither chap nor ca',
W:   Bot set his bent bow to his briest,
W:     And lightly lap the wa'.
W:   He wadna tell the man his errand,
W:     Tho' he stude at the gait,
W:   Bot straight into the ha' he cam,
W:     Quhair they were set at meit.
W:
W: 9.Hail! hail! my gentle sire and dame!
W:     My message winna waite;
W:   Dame, ze maun to the gude grene wode.
W:     Before that it be late.
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W:   Ze're bidden tack this gay mantel.
W:     It's a' gowd bot the hem:
W:   Zou maun gae to the gude grene wade,
W:     Ev'n by zoursel alane.
W:
W:10.And there it is, a silken sarke,
W:     Zour ain hand sew'd the slieve;
W:   Ze maun gae speik to Gil Morrice;
W:     Spier nae bauld baron's leive.
W:   The lady stamped wi' hir foot,
W:     And winked wi' hir ee;
W:   Bot a' that she could say or do,
W:     Forbidden he wad nae be.
W:
W:11.It's surely to my bow'r-woman;
W:     It neir could be to me.
W:   I brought it to Lord Barnard's lady;
W:     I trow that ze be she.
W:   Then up and spack the wylie nurse,
W:     (The bairn upon her knee),
W:   If it be cum from Gil Morrice,
W:     It's dear welcum to me.
W:
W:12.Ze lied, ze lied, ze filthy nurse,
W:     Sae loud's I heire ze lee;
W:   I brought it to Lord Barnard's lady;
W:     I trow ze be nae she.
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W:   Then up and spack the bauld baron,
W:     An angr y man was he;
W:   He's tain the table wi' his loot,
W:     Sae has he wi' his knee,
W:   Till silver cup and ezar dish
W:     In flinders he gard flee.
W:
W:13.Gae bring a robe o' zour cliding,
W:     That hings upon the pin;
W:   And I'll gae to the gude grene wode,
W:     And speik wi' zour lemman.
W:   O bide at hame, now, Lord Barnard,
W:     I ward ze bide at hame;
W:   Neir wyte a man for violence,
W:     That neir wyte ze wi' nane.
W:
W:14.Gil Morrice sat in gude grene wode,
W:     He whistled and he sang:
W:   O what means a' the folk coming?
W:     My mother tarries lang.
W:   His hair was like the threds o' gowd,
W:     Drawn from Minerva's loome;
W:   His lips like roses drapplng dew,
W:     His breath was a perfume.
W:
W:15.His brow was like the mountain snaw.
W:     Gilt by the morning beam:
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W:   His cheiks like living roses glow:
W:     His een like azure stream.
W:   The boy was clad in robes of grene,
W:     Sweet as the infant spring:
W:   And like the mavis on the bush,
W:     He gart the vallies ring.
W:
W:16.The baron cam to the grene wode,
W:     Wi' muckle dule and care,
W:   And there he first spied Gil Morrice,
W:     Kaiming his zellow hair,
W:   That sweetly waved round his face,
W:     That face beyond compare:
W:   He sang sae sweet, it might dispel
W:     A' rage but fell despair.
W:
W:17.Nae wonder, nae wonder, Gil Morrice,
W:     My lady loed thee weel:
W:   The fairest part of my body
W:     Is blacker than thy heel.
W:   Zet zier-the-less now, Gil Morrice,
W:     For a* thy great bewty,
W:   Ze's rew the day ze eir was born;
W:     That head sall gae wi' me.
W:
W:18.Now he has drawn his trusty brand,
W:     And slaited on the strae;
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W:   And thro' Gil Morrice' fair body
W:     He's gard cauld iron gae.
W:   And he has tain Gil Morrice' head,
W:     And set it on a speir:
W:   The meanest man in a' his train
W:     Has gotten that head to bear.
W:
W:19.And he has tain Gil Morrice up,
W:     Laid him across his steid,
W:   And brought him to his painted bow'r,
W:     And laid him on a bed.
W:   The lady sat on castil wa',
W:     Beheld baith dale and doun,
W:   And there she saw Gil Morrice' head
W:     Cum trailing to the toun.
W:
W:20.Far better I loe that bluidy head,
W:     Bot and that zellow hair,
W:   Than Lord Barnard and a' his lands,
W:     As they lig here and thair.
W:   And she has tain her Gil Morrice,
W:     And kiss'd baith mouth and chin:
W:   I was ance as fow o' Gil Morrice
W:     As the hip is o' the stane.
W:
W:21.I got ze in my father's house,
W:     Wi' mickle sin and shame;
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W:   I brocht ze up in gude grene wode,
W:     Under the heavy rain.
W:   Oft have I by thy cradle sat,
W:     And fondly seen thee sleip;
W:   But now I'll gae about thy grave,
W:     The saut teirs for to weip.
W:
W:22.And syne she kiss'd his bluidy cheik,
W:     And syne his bluidy chin:
W:   O better I loe my Gil Morrice
W:     Than a' my kith and kin!
W:   Away, away, ze ill woman,
W:     And an ill deith may ze dee!
W:   Gin I had kend he'd been zour son,
W:     He'd neir been slain for me.
W:
W:23.Obraid me not, my Lord Barnard!
W:     Obraid me not for shame!
W:   Wi' that same spier, O pierce my heart.
W:     And put me out o' pain.
W:   Since naething but Gil Morrice' head
W:     Thy jealous rage could quell,
W:   Let that saim hand now tack hir life.
W:     That neir to thee did ill.
W:
W:24.To me nae after days nor nichts
W:     Will eir prove true or kind;
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W:   I'll fill the air with heavy sighs.
W:     And greet till I am blind.
W:   Enouch o' bluid by me's bin spilt,
W:     Seek not zour death frae me;
W:   I rather it had bin mysel,
W:     Than eather him or thee.
W:
W:25.Wi' waefou wae I hear zour plaint;
W:     Sair, sair I rew the deid,
W:   That eir this cursed hand o' mine
W:     Had gard his body bleid.
W:   Dry up zour tears, my winsom dame,
W:     Ze neir can heal the wound;
W:   Ze see his head upon the speir,
W:     His heart's bluid on the ground.
W:
W:26.I curse the hand that did the deid,
W:     The heart that thocht the ill,
W:   The feit that bore me wi' sic speid,
W:     The comely zouth to kill.
W:   I'll ay lament for Gil Morrice,
W:     As gin he were my ain;
W:   I'll neir forget the dreiry day,
W:     On which the zouth was slain.
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