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The Mother's Malison (Clyde's Water) Young Willie stands in his stable And combing down his steed And looking through his white fingers His nose began to bleed. (repeat last two lines of every verse) Bring corn, corn to my horse And meat unto my men For I'm awa to Maggie's bowers I'll win or she lie doon. O Stay, O stay this ae nicht, Willie O stay and dinna gang For there is a noise in Clyde Waters Wid fear a thousand men. It's I've a steed in my stable Cost me twice twenty pounds And I'll put trust in his fore legs Tae carry me safe along. As I rode o'er yon high high hill And down yon dreary glen It's o spare me spare me Clyde waters O spare me as I gang Make me the wreck as I come back But spare me as I gang. As I rode o'er yon high high hill And down yon dreary glen It's I hae reached at Maggie's window Rise up and lat me in For my boots are full of Clyde waters And I'm frozen tae the chin. It's up arose her mother dear A' for tae speak tae him It's my stable's full of horse she says My barn's full of hay. And my bowers are full of gentlemen So ye can't get in till day. He turned his horse right round about Wi' the saut tear in his e'e I never thought tae come here this nicht And be denied by thee. As he rode o'er yon high hill And down yon dreary glen The rush that ran in Clyde waters Took Willie's cane frae him. As Willie he sat saddle o'er To catch his cane again The rush that ran in Clyde waters Took Willie's hat frae him. His brother being on the other side Cries Willie will ye droon- Oh had ye tae yer high horse heid He'll learn ye how to swim. [O why could I turn ae my high horse heid An learn how to swim? It's the deepest pot in a the Clyde And here that I maun droon.] It's up she rose her Maggie dear All in a frightful dream For she dreamt that Willie was here last nicht And she widna lat him in. Go to yer bed my daughter dear Lie doon and tak yer rest For it's nae the space of half an hour Since Willie left yer gate. [It's Maggie rose, put on her clothes An to the Clyde went she; The first step noo that she took in It took her tae the knee.] [The next step that she took in It took her tae the chin, In the deepest pot in a the Clyde She found her Willie in.] [So you have got a cruel mother And I have got another, But here we lie in Clyde water Like sister and like brother.] Child #216 From Bronson; collected from Miss N. Watson, Whitehall 1905 Bracketed verses added from version collected from Willie Edward, Banffshire, for completeness. Nosebleeds in English/Scottish folklore presaged tragedy. RG RG
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