Hey wi' the Rose and the Lindie, O- Christie 1876 Child I c.
[Below is Child I c. from Christie's Traditional Ballad airs: Volume 1 - Page 106 with music. See notes from Percy Society- The Minister's Daughter From New York; Child I a. and b.]
[Notes from Christie] Hey wi' the Rose and the Lindie, O; Traditional ballad airs: Volume 1 - Page 106 by William Christie - 1876
This Air was arranged by the Editor from the singing of the person mentioned in note p. 94. [Notes from page 94: The Editor noted this Air, as also a number of other traditional Airs, during the years 1845 to 1851, from the singing of a person considered somewhat imbecile,a native of Port-Gordon, Enzie, Banffshire. He was a favourite with all in that district from the many Ballads he sung, and the quaint stories he told. It is the first Ballad Air that the Editor arranged. It was sung in Banffshire, as mentioned in the preceding note, to "The savage Blackamoor." ]
Its first two bar's are almost the same as the first two of "Fine flowers in the Valley;' Johnson's "Museum" IV. 331. (N? 320, 18J Ed.) The Ballad to which it was sung is given by Mr. Buchan II. 217, and is necessarily here epitomized, and somewhat changed for this Work, some of the changes being made according to the way the Editor has heard it sung.
Hey wi' the Rose and the Lindie, O
As a lady was looking o'er her castle wa'
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
She spied twa bonny boys at the ba',
Alone by the green burn sidie, O.
"O bonny babies, if ye were mine,
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
I would feed you with white bread and wine,
Alone by the green burn sidie, O.
"I would feed you with the ferra cow's milk,
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
And dress you in the finest silk,
Alone by the green burn sidie, O."
"O cruel mother, when we were thine,
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
We saw nane o' your bread and wine,
Alone by the green burn sidie, O.
"We saw nane o' your ferra cow's milk,
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
Nor wore we o' your finest silk,
Alone by the green burn sidie, O."
"O bonny babies, can ye tell me,
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
What sort of pain for you I must drie,
Alone by the green burn sidie ? O."
"Yes, cruel mother, we'll tell to thee.
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
What sort of pain for us you must drie,
Alone by the green burn sidie, O.
Seven years a fool in the woods,
It's hey wi' the rose and the lindie, O;
And seven years a fish in the floods,
Alone by the green burn sidie, O."
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[In Traditional Ballad Airs: Volume 1- with music, Christie also gives a version similar to Child F titled, Bonny Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.]
This Air was written by the Editor, note by note, from the singing of the person mentioned in note p. 94. [See info about the singer above]. The Ballad to which the Air was sung, is given entire by Buchan in his "Ballads of the North',' II. 222. It is here necessarily epitomized. The four yerses given have been somewhat changed by the Editor and are only inserted to show how well the Ballad is adapted to the Air to which it was sung.
Bonny Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay
It fell ance upon a day,
Edinbro', Edinbro',
It fell ance upon a day,
Stirling for aye;
It fell ance upon a day,
A lady saw babies at their play,
And bonny Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.
O babies, gin ye were mine,
Edinbro', Edinbro',
O babies, gin ye were mine,
Stirling for aye;
O babies, gin ye were mine,
I'd cleathe you in silk sae fine,
And bonny Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.
O mother, when we were thine,
Edinbro', Edinbro',
O mother, when we were thine,
Stirling for aye;
O mother, when we were thine,
You cleath'd us not in silks sae fine,
And bonny Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.
But now we're in the heavens high,
Edinbro', Edinbro,'"
But now we're in the heavens high,
Stirling for aye;
But now we're in the heavens high,
And you'll have sorrow soon to try,
And bonny Saint Johnston stands fair upon Tay.