The Bonny Lass of Anglesley
No: 220; variant: 220B
- WORD has gane thro a’ this land,
And O well noticed it maun be!
The English lords are coming down
To dance and gain the victorie.
- The king has made a noble cry,
And well attended it maun be:
‘Come saddle ye, and bring to me
The bonny lass o Englessie.’
- She started up, a’ dress’d in white,
Between him and his companie;
Said, What will ye gie, my royal liege,
If I will dance this dance for thee?
- ‘Five good ploughs but and a mill
I’ll give you till the day ye die;
The bravest knight in all my court,
I’ll give, your husband for to be.’
- She’s taen the first lord by the hand,
Says, ‘Ye’ll rise up and dance wi me;’
But she made a’ these lords fifeteen
To gie it up right shamefullie.
- Then out it speaks a younger lord,
Says, ‘Fye for shame! how can this be?’
He loosd his brand frae aff his side,
Likewise his buckler frae his knee.
- He sware his feet should be his dead
Before he lost the victorie;
He danc’d full fast, but tired at last,
And gae it up as shamefullie.