The English and Scottish Popular Ballads/Part 1/Chapter 16
- a. Motherwell's MS., p. 286. b. 'The broom blooms bonnie and says it is fair,' Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 189.
- Sharpe's Ballad Book, ed. by D. Laing, p. 159.
- 'The broom blooms bonie,' Johnson’s Museum, No 461.
- Notes and Queries, First Series, V, 345, one stanza.
The three stanzas of this ballad which are found in the Musical Museum (C) were furnished, it is said, by Burns. It was first printed in full (A b) in Motherwell's Minstrelsy. Motherwell retouched a verse here and there slightly, to regulate the metre. A a is here given as it stands in his manuscript. B consists of some scattered verses as remembered by Sir W. Scott.
The directions in 3, 4 receive light from a passage in 'Robin Hood's Death and Burial:'
And a broad arrow I'll let flee,
And where this arrow is taken up
There shall my grave diggd be.
Other ballads with a like theme are 'The Bonny Hind,' further on in this volume, and the two which follow it.
Translated in Grundtvig's E. og s. Folkeviser, No 49, p. 308; Wolff's Halle der Volker, I, 64.
a. Motherwell's MS., p. 286. From the recitation of Mrs King, Kilbarchan Parish, February 9, 1825. b. 'The broom blooms bonnie and says it is fair,' Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. 189.
The brume blooms bonnie and says it is fair
That the king's dochter gaes wi child to her brither.
And we ’ll never gang doun to the brume onie mair
Wi his yew-tree bow and arrows fast slung to his back.
Shoot frae thy bow an arrow and there let me lye.
Then ye'll put me in a grave, wi a turf at my head.’
His silver arrow frae his bow he suddenly let fly.
Now they'll never, etc.
And he has buried his sister, wi her babe at her feet.
And they'll never, etc.
There was music and minstrels and dancing and all.
But they'll never, etc.
‘I have lost a sheath and knife that I'll never see again.'
For we'll never, etc.
That will bring as good a sheath and a knife unto thee.'
But sic a sheath and a knife they can never bring to me.'
Now we'll never, etc.
Sharpe's Ballad Book, ed. by D. Laing, p. 159: Sir Walter Scott, from his recollection of a nursery-maid's singing.
The broom grows bonnie, the broom grows fair
Lady Margaret's wi bairn to Sir Richard, her brother.
And we daur na gae doun to the broom nae mair
O bend your bow, let your arrow fly.
And I daur na, etc.
O then you may come and greet your fill.'
That I loed dearer than my life.'
And I daur na, etc.
But it's a' for the case that my knife was kept in.'
Johnson's Museum, No 461.
The broom blooms bonie, the broom blooms fair
Lady Marget's wi child amang our ladies a'.
And she dare na gae down to the broom nae mair
Lady Marget's wi child to Sir Richard, her brother.
Then bend your bow and let your arrows fly.
For I dare na,' etc.
Notes and Queries, 1st Series, V, 345, communicated by E. F. Rimbault.
Broom blooms bonnie an grows sae fair
We'll gae ride like sister and brither.
But we'll never gae down to the broom nae mair
- b. Motherwell's printed copy has these variations:
- 11. It is talked, it is talked; a variation found in the MS.
- 31. O when … loud, loud cry.
- 32. an arrow frae thy bow.
- 41, cauld and dead.
- 51. loud, loud cry.
- 61. has houkit.
- 62. babie.
- 71. came hame.
- 72, dancing mang them a': this variation also in the MS.
- 91, 101. There are.
- "I have heard the 'Broom blooms bonnie' sung by our poor old nursery-maid as often as I have teeth in my head, but after cudgelling my memory I can make no more than the following stanzas." Scott, Sharpe's Ballad Book, 1880, p. 159.
Scott makes Effie Deans, in The Heart of Mid-Lothian, vol. I, ch. 10, sing this stanza, probably of his own making:The elfin knight sat on the brae,
The broom grows bonny, the broom grows fair
And by there came lilting a lady so gay.
And we daurna gang down to the broom nae mair