Bonny Birdie 1 There: was a knight, in a summer's night, diddle Was riding oer the lee, diddle An there he saw a bonny birdy, Was singing upon a tree. O wow for day ! diddle An dear gin it were day ! diddle Gin it were day, an gin I were away ! For I ha na lang time to stay. diddle An dear gin it were day ! 2 'Make best, make hast, ye gentle knight, What keeps you here so late ? Gin ye kent what was doing at hame, I fear you woud look blate.' 3 'O what needs I toil day an night, My fair body to kill, Whan I hae knights at my comman, An ladys at my will ?' 4 'Ye lee, ye lee, ye gentle knight, Sa loud 's I hear you lee; Your lady 'a a knight in her arms twa That she lees far better nor the.' 5 'Ye lee, you lee, you bonny birdy, How you lee upo my sweet I will tak out my bonny bow, An in troth I will you sheet. 6 'But afore ye hae your bow well bent, An a' your arrows yare, I will flee till another tree, Whare I can better fare' 7 'O whare was you gotten, and whare was ye cleeked? My bonny birdy, tell me:' 'O I was cleeked in good green wood, Intill a holly tree; A gentleman my nest herryed, An ga me to his lady. 8 'Wi good white bread an farrow-cow milk He bade her feed me aft, An ga her a little wee simmer-dale wanny, To ding me sindle and saft. 9 'Wi good white: bread an farrow-cow milk I wot she fed me nought, But wi a little wee simmer-dale wanny She dang me sair an aft: Gin she had deen as ye her bade, I woudna tell how she has wrought' 10 The knight he rade, and the birdy flew, The live-lang simmer's night, Till he came till his lady's bowr-door, Then even down he did light: The birdy sat on the crap of a tree, An I wot it sang fu dight. 11 'O wow for day ! diddle An dear gin it were day ! diddle Gin it were day, an gin I were away' For I ha na lang time to stay. 12 'What needs ye lang for day, An wish that you were away Is no your hounds i my cellar, Eating white meal an gray ?' O wow, etc. 13 'Is nae your steed in my stable, Eating good corn an hay? An is nae your hawk i my perch-tree, Just perching for his prey ? An is nae yoursel i my arms twa? Then how can ye lang for day?' 14 'O wow for day ! diddle An dear gin it were day ! For he that's in bed wi anither man's wife Has never lang time to stay. diddle 15 Then out the knight has drawn his sword, An straiked it oer a strae, An thro and thro the fa'se knight's waste He gard cauld iron gae: An I hope ilk ane sal sae be servd That treats ane honest man sae. from Child Child #82 SOF OCT98
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!