472 REVIEWS ROMANTIC SCOTTISH BALLADS. 



[' To NoroAvay, to NoroTvay, 



To Noro"way o'er the faem ; 

 The king's daughter of ISToroway, 



'Tis thou maun bring her hame.'] 



The first line that Sir Patrick read, 



A loud lauch lauched lie ; 

 The next line that Sir Patrick read, 



The tear blinded his ee. 



' wha is this has done this deed, 



This ill deed done to me ; 

 To send me out this time o' the year, 



To sail upon the sea ? 



[' Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, 

 Our ship must sail the faem ; 



The king's daughter of Noroway. 

 'Tis we must fetch her hame.' 



They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn, 



Wi' a' the speed they may ; 

 They hae landed in Noroway, 



Upon a Wodensday. 



They had na been a ■week, a week. 



In Woroway, but twae, 

 "When that the lords of Noroway 



Began aloud to say : 



' Te Scottish men spend a' our king's gowd, 



And a' our queenis fee.' 

 ' Te lie, ye lie, ye liars loud, 



Fu' loud I hear ye lie. 



' For I hae broueht as much white monie 



As gane my men and me, 

 And I broueht a half-fou o' gude red gowd, 



Out ower the sea wi' me.'] 



' Mak haste, mak haste, my merry men a', 

 Our gude ship sails the morn.' 



' say na sae, my master dear, 

 For I fear a deadly storm. 



' Late, late yestreen, I saw the new moon 

 Wi' the auld moon in her arm 



And I fear, I fear, my master dear, 

 That we will come to harm.' 



