Posthumous Poems/Lord Soulis
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LORD SOULIS
Lord Soulis is a keen wizard,
A wizard mickle of lear:
Who cometh in bond of Lord Soulis,
Thereof he hath little cheer.
A wizard mickle of lear:
Who cometh in bond of Lord Soulis,
Thereof he hath little cheer.
He has three braw castles to his hand,
That wizard mickle of age;
The first of Estness, the last of Westness,
The middle of Hermitage.
That wizard mickle of age;
The first of Estness, the last of Westness,
The middle of Hermitage.
He has three fair mays into his hand,
The least is good to see;
The first is Annet, the second is Janet,
The third is Marjorie.
The least is good to see;
The first is Annet, the second is Janet,
The third is Marjorie.
The firsten o' them has a gowden crown,
The neist has a gowden ring;
The third has sma' gowd her about,
She has a sweeter thing.
The neist has a gowden ring;
The third has sma' gowd her about,
She has a sweeter thing.
The firsten o' them has a rose her on,
The neist has a marigold;
The third of them has a better flower,
The best that springeth ower wold.
The neist has a marigold;
The third of them has a better flower,
The best that springeth ower wold.
The kisses that are her mouth within,
There is no man knoweth of any one;
She is a pure maid of her body,
The best that standeth under sun.
There is no man knoweth of any one;
She is a pure maid of her body,
The best that standeth under sun.
And Estness was a bonny castle,
It stood upon a sea;
The green for Annet, the yellow for Janet,
The brown for Marjorie.
It stood upon a sea;
The green for Annet, the yellow for Janet,
The brown for Marjorie.
And Westness was a bonny castle,
It lay upon a lea;
Red wine for Annet, and white for Janet,
And water for Marjorie.
It lay upon a lea;
Red wine for Annet, and white for Janet,
And water for Marjorie.
But Hermitage is a fair castle,
The fairest of the three;
Saft beds for Annet, silk sheets for Janet,
Nane sheets for Marjorie.
The fairest of the three;
Saft beds for Annet, silk sheets for Janet,
Nane sheets for Marjorie.
He made them a' by strong cunning,
That wizard great of hand;
The twain to fall at his life's ending,
The third alway to stand.
That wizard great of hand;
The twain to fall at his life's ending,
The third alway to stand.
He made them a' by hell's cunning,
That wizard full of ill;
They burnt up Estness and cast down Westness,
But Hermitage standeth still.
That wizard full of ill;
They burnt up Estness and cast down Westness,
But Hermitage standeth still.
There be twenty lords in that border,
Full twenty strong lords and three,
They have sworn an oath for Lord Soulis,
Weel wroken of him to be.
Full twenty strong lords and three,
They have sworn an oath for Lord Soulis,
Weel wroken of him to be.
They have set a meeting at Emmethaugh,
And upon the Lilienshaw,
They will be wroken of Lord Soulis,
His body to hang and draw.
And upon the Lilienshaw,
They will be wroken of Lord Soulis,
His body to hang and draw.
They have broken bread between them a'
At Ottershawe that's ower the lea,
They wad plunder Estness and harry Westness,
But Hermitage they let be.
At Ottershawe that's ower the lea,
They wad plunder Estness and harry Westness,
But Hermitage they let be.
They watered steeds by the wan Wellhaugh
Under the sweet leaves green;
Frae the Yethburn head to Christenbury,
To ride they were full keen.
Under the sweet leaves green;
Frae the Yethburn head to Christenbury,
To ride they were full keen.
When they were come to the Yethburn spait,
I wot their knees were wet;
When they were come to the Yethburn head,
There was no porter at tha yett.
I wot their knees were wet;
When they were come to the Yethburn head,
There was no porter at tha yett.
When they had won to the Bloody-bush,
I wot their sides were sair:
Before they were well upon that border
They had mickle sorrow and care.
"O gin we were at the sweet Wellhaugh,
Under the merry leaves fair!"
I wot their sides were sair:
Before they were well upon that border
They had mickle sorrow and care.
"O gin we were at the sweet Wellhaugh,
Under the merry leaves fair!"
Before they were well on the other side
He set a sair cast them between—
"O gin we were by the Emmetburn
Under the little leaves green,
Between the birks and the Emmet water,
We had the better been."
He set a sair cast them between—
"O gin we were by the Emmetburn
Under the little leaves green,
Between the birks and the Emmet water,
We had the better been."
When they came on that weary border,
He sent an ill thing them amang;
"We winna ride ower to Hermitage,
The wa's they are too strang;
But we will ride to the low castles,
Though the ways be ill to gang."
He sent an ill thing them amang;
"We winna ride ower to Hermitage,
The wa's they are too strang;
But we will ride to the low castles,
Though the ways be ill to gang."
Out then spak Burd Marjorie's lover,
He was a fair man of his face;
"Gin I may be wroken of Lord Soulis
I have sma' care of my place;
He was a fair man of his face;
"Gin I may be wroken of Lord Soulis
I have sma' care of my place;
"Gin I may be wroken of Lord Soulis
I have sma' care of ony thin
Of the wine for shedding, the sheets for wedding,
The kirk for christening.
I have sma' care of ony thin
Of the wine for shedding, the sheets for wedding,
The kirk for christening.
"I have sma' care of my sad body
Upon the ground to gang;
Gin I wist where I might be wroken of him
I wad give it to him. strang."
Upon the ground to gang;
Gin I wist where I might be wroken of him
I wad give it to him. strang."
Out then spak may Janet's brother,
He was a stout knight and a keen;
"He has sent his devils us amang
To work us trouble and teen.
He was a stout knight and a keen;
"He has sent his devils us amang
To work us trouble and teen.
"Gin I wist where I might be wroken of him,
Betwixen dark and day,
I wad give baith my soul and body
To hell to fetch away."
Betwixen dark and day,
I wad give baith my soul and body
To hell to fetch away."
Out then spak Burd Annet's father,
He was a good man full of age;
"Ye'll speir at Estness, ye'll speir at Westness,
But no at Hermitage."
He was a good man full of age;
"Ye'll speir at Estness, ye'll speir at Westness,
But no at Hermitage."
They turned their horse-heads round about,
Rode low down by the sand;
And a' the way they went upon,
The devil went at their hand.
Rode low down by the sand;
And a' the way they went upon,
The devil went at their hand.
The first castle they came to,
It stood upon a sea;
The least worth chamber in a' that castle,
It was a' whalestooth and sandal-tree.
It stood upon a sea;
The least worth chamber in a' that castle,
It was a' whalestooth and sandal-tree.
"O whatten a may is yonder may,
Sae fair to see upon?"
"O yonder is my daughter Annet,
Out of my ha's was gone."
Sae fair to see upon?"
"O yonder is my daughter Annet,
Out of my ha's was gone."
"Gin ye'll come hither to me, Annet,
God's grace of me ye'se have."
"I wadna gang out, my auld fool father,
Gin ye were graithed in your grave."
God's grace of me ye'se have."
"I wadna gang out, my auld fool father,
Gin ye were graithed in your grave."
"Give me three kisses, my daughter Annet,
Before my mouth is cold."
"I winna come forth for nae man's grey beard,
Till my bairn be a sennight old."
Before my mouth is cold."
"I winna come forth for nae man's grey beard,
Till my bairn be a sennight old."
He turned his face against the sea.
His heart brak right atwain
"The fire of hell for your body, Annet,
Ere ye behold me again."
His heart brak right atwain
"The fire of hell for your body, Annet,
Ere ye behold me again."
"Pull off the green, and the goodly green.
Put on the black, the black.
For my father is ridden to Wearyland,
I doubt he'll never win back."
Put on the black, the black.
For my father is ridden to Wearyland,
I doubt he'll never win back."
They turned their horse-heads round about,
Rode high upon a hill;
And a' the gate they gaed about,
The devil them garred gang ill.
Rode high upon a hill;
And a' the gate they gaed about,
The devil them garred gang ill.
The neister castle they came to,
It was hard upon the low champaign;
The least worth bower in a' that castle,
It was a' white siller and green stane.
It was hard upon the low champaign;
The least worth bower in a' that castle,
It was a' white siller and green stane.
"O whatten a may is yonder may
That is sae great of her body?"
"O yonder is my sister Janet,
Was stolen by night frae me.
That is sae great of her body?"
"O yonder is my sister Janet,
Was stolen by night frae me.
"Gin ye'll come hither to me, Janet,
God's love of me ye'se hae."
"I wadna gang out for aye, brither,
Though ye were dead the day."
God's love of me ye'se hae."
"I wadna gang out for aye, brither,
Though ye were dead the day."
"O ye'll gang down to me, Janet,
For God's sweet mercy and mine;
For I have sought ye the lang lands ower,
These eight months wearing nine."
For God's sweet mercy and mine;
For I have sought ye the lang lands ower,
These eight months wearing nine."
"I winna gang forth for nae brither,
Though his body should be lorn;
I winna gang forth for nae man's face,
Till Lord Soulis' bairn be born."
Though his body should be lorn;
I winna gang forth for nae man's face,
Till Lord Soulis' bairn be born."
He turned his face against the brigg,
His heart brak right in three;
"The sorrow of hell for you, Janet,
And the warld's sorrow for me."
His heart brak right in three;
"The sorrow of hell for you, Janet,
And the warld's sorrow for me."
"Take down the red, and the bonny red,
Set up the black, the black:
For my brother is naden to Wearieswood,
I wot he'll never win back."
Set up the black, the black:
For my brother is naden to Wearieswood,
I wot he'll never win back."
They turned their horse-heads round about,
Rode back a day and twain:
And a' the rivers they rode upon
The devil rode at their rein.
Rode back a day and twain:
And a' the rivers they rode upon
The devil rode at their rein.
The third castle they came to,
It was the castle of Hermitage;
There is nae man may break the sides of it,
Though the stanes therein are great of age,
It was the castle of Hermitage;
There is nae man may break the sides of it,
Though the stanes therein are great of age,
"O whatten a may is yonder may,
That looks like ony flower?"
"O yon is my very love, Marjorie,
Was borne out of my bower."
That looks like ony flower?"
"O yon is my very love, Marjorie,
Was borne out of my bower."
The bower Lady Marjorie was in,
It had neither white cloths nor red,
There were nae rushes to the bower floors,
And nae pillows to the bed.
It had neither white cloths nor red,
There were nae rushes to the bower floors,
And nae pillows to the bed.
"O will ye come down but a very little,
For God's sake or for me?
Or will ye kiss me a very little,
But six poor kisses and three?"
For God's sake or for me?
Or will ye kiss me a very little,
But six poor kisses and three?"
She's leaned hersell to that window,
For sorrow she couldna stand;
She's bound her body by that window,
With iron at her hand.
For sorrow she couldna stand;
She's bound her body by that window,
With iron at her hand.
She's sworn by tree and by tree's leaf,
By aits and rye and corn,
"Gin ye hadna come the night," she says,
"I had been but dead the morn."
By aits and rye and corn,
"Gin ye hadna come the night," she says,
"I had been but dead the morn."
She's kissed him under the bower-bar
Nine goodly times and ten;
And forth is come that keen wizard
In the middest of his men.
Nine goodly times and ten;
And forth is come that keen wizard
In the middest of his men.
And forth is come that foul wizard,
God give him a curse and care!
Says "the life is one time sweet to have
And the death is three times sair."
God give him a curse and care!
Says "the life is one time sweet to have
And the death is three times sair."
Forth is come that strong wizard,
God give him a heavy day!
Says "ye shall have joy of your leman's body
When April cometh after May."
God give him a heavy day!
Says "ye shall have joy of your leman's body
When April cometh after May."
Between the hill and the wan water
In fields that were full sweet,
There was riding and running together,
And many a man gat red-shod feet.
In fields that were full sweet,
There was riding and running together,
And many a man gat red-shod feet.
Between the wa's and the Hermitage water,
In ways that were waxen red
There was cleaving of caps and shearing of jack,
And many a good man was there dead.
In ways that were waxen red
There was cleaving of caps and shearing of jack,
And many a good man was there dead.
They have taken that strong wizard
To bind him by the hands:
The links of airn brast off his body
Like splints of bursten birken wands.
To bind him by the hands:
The links of airn brast off his body
Like splints of bursten birken wands.
And they have taken that keen wizard
To bind him by the hause-bane;
The links of airn brast off his body
As blossom that is burst wi' rain.
To bind him by the hause-bane;
The links of airn brast off his body
As blossom that is burst wi' rain.
And they have taken that foul wizard
To bind him by the feet:
The links of airn brast off his body
As berries that are burst with heat,
To bind him by the feet:
The links of airn brast off his body
As berries that are burst with heat,
They have putten fire upon his flesh,
For nae fire wad it shrink:
They have casten his body in the wan well-head,
For nae water wad it sink.
For nae fire wad it shrink:
They have casten his body in the wan well-head,
For nae water wad it sink.
Up then gat the fiend Borolallie,
Bade them "Give ower and let me:
Between warld's fire and warld's water
He gat a gift of me;
Till fire come out of wan water,
There's nane shall gar him dee."
Bade them "Give ower and let me:
Between warld's fire and warld's water
He gat a gift of me;
Till fire come out of wan water,
There's nane shall gar him dee."
"A rede, a rede, thou foul Borolallie,
A good rede out of hand;
Shall we be wroken of Lord Soulis
By water or by land?
A good rede out of hand;
Shall we be wroken of Lord Soulis
By water or by land?
Or shall we be wroken a great way off,
Or even whereas we stand?"
Or even whereas we stand?"
And up it spak him, foul Borolallie,
Between the tree and the leaf o' the tree;
"Ye maunna be wroken of Lord Soulis
By land neither by sea;
Between red fire and wan water
Weel wroken ye shall be."
Between the tree and the leaf o' the tree;
"Ye maunna be wroken of Lord Soulis
By land neither by sea;
Between red fire and wan water
Weel wroken ye shall be."
And up it spak him, foul Borolallie,
Between Lord Soulis and them a':
"Ye maunna be wroken of Lord Soulis
Betwixen house and ha';
But ye maun take him to the Ninestane rigs
And take his life awa'."
Between Lord Soulis and them a':
"Ye maunna be wroken of Lord Soulis
Betwixen house and ha';
But ye maun take him to the Ninestane rigs
And take his life awa'."
They have taken him to the Ninestane rigs
His foul body to slay;
Between the whins and the whinstanes
He had a weary way.
His foul body to slay;
Between the whins and the whinstanes
He had a weary way.
They have taken him to the Ninestane rigs
His foul body to spill:
Between the green broom and the yellow
He gat a bitter ill.
His foul body to spill:
Between the green broom and the yellow
He gat a bitter ill.
They had a sair cast with his foul body,
There was nae man wist what to do;
"And O gin his body were weel sodden,
Weel sodden and suppit in broo!"
There was nae man wist what to do;
"And O gin his body were weel sodden,
Weel sodden and suppit in broo!"
And out it spak him, foul Borolallie,
Says "whatten a coil's this coil?
Ye'll mak a fire on the Ninestane rigs,
For a pot thereon to boil."
Says "whatten a coil's this coil?
Ye'll mak a fire on the Ninestane rigs,
For a pot thereon to boil."
And out it spak him, foul Borolallie,
Says "whatten a din's this din?
Ye'll boil his body within the brass,
The brass to boil him in,"
Says "whatten a din's this din?
Ye'll boil his body within the brass,
The brass to boil him in,"
They boiled his body on the Ninestane rigs
That wizard mickle of lear;
They have sodden the bones of his body,
To be their better cheer.
That wizard mickle of lear;
They have sodden the bones of his body,
To be their better cheer.
They buried his bones on the Ninestane rigs
But the flesh was a' clean gane;
There was great joy in a' that border
That Lord Soulis was well slain.
But the flesh was a' clean gane;
There was great joy in a' that border
That Lord Soulis was well slain.