English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Traditional Ballads
6. Babylon; or, The Bonnie Banks o Fordie
T
Eh vow bonnie
And they went out to pull a flower,
On the bonnie banks o Fordie
When up started to them a banisht man.
And he’s turned her round and made her stand.
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?”
But I’ll rather die by your wee pen-knife.”
For to bear the red rose company.
And he’s turned her round and made her stand.
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?”
But I’ll rather die by your wee pen-knife.”
For to bear the red rose company.
And he’s turned her round and made her stand.
Or will ye die by my wee pen-knife?”
Nor will I die by your wee pen-knife.
And gin ye kill me, it’s he’ll kill thee.”
“My brother’s name is Baby Lon.”
O have I done this ill to thee!
Good sall never be seen o me.”
And he’s twyned himsel o his ain sweet life.