No: 90; variant: 90A
- O JELLON GRAME sat in Silver Wood,
He whistled and he sang,
And he has calld his little foot-page,
His errand for to gang.
- ‘Win up, my bonny boy,’ he says,
‘As quick as eer you may;
For ye maun gang for Lillie Flower,
Before the break of day.’
- The boy he’s buckled his belt about,
And thro the green-wood ran,
And he came to the ladie’s bower-door,
Before the day did dawn.
- ‘O sleep ye, or wake ye, Lillie Flower?
The red run’s i the rain:’
‘I sleep not aft, I wake right aft;
Wha’s that that kens my name?’
- ‘Ye are bidden come to Silver Wood,
But I fear you’ll never win hame;
Ye are bidden come to Silver Wood,
And speak wi Jellon Grame.’
- ‘O I will gang to Silver Wood,
Though I shoud never win hame;
For the thing I most desire on earth
Is to speak wi Jellon Grame.’
- She had no ridden a mile, a mile,
A mile but barely three,
Ere she came to a new made grave,
Beneath a green oak tree.
- O then up started Jellon Grame,
Out of a bush hard bye:
‘Light down, light down now, Lillie Flower,
For it’s here that ye maun ly.’
- She lighted aff her milk-white steed,
And knelt upon her knee:
‘O mercy, mercy, Jellon Grame!
For I’m nae prepar’d to die.
- ‘Your bairn, that stirs between my sides,
Maun shortly see the light;
But to see it weltring in my blude
Woud be a piteous sight.’
- ‘O shoud I spare your life,’ he says,
‘Until that bairn be born,
I ken fu well your stern father
Woud hang me on the morn.’
- ‘O spare my life now, Jellon Grame!
My father ye neer need dread;
I’ll keep my bairn i the good green wood,
Or wi it I’ll beg my bread.’
- He took nae pity on that ladie,
Tho she for life did pray;
But pierced her thro the fair body,
As at his feet she lay.
- He felt nae pity for that ladie,
Tho she was lying dead;
But he felt some for the bonny boy,
Lay weltring in her blude.
- Up has he taen that bonny boy,
Gien him to nurices nine,
Three to wake, and three to sleep,
And three to go between.
- And he’s brought up that bonny boy,
Calld him his sister’s son;
He thought nae man would eer find out
The deed that he had done.
- But it sae fell out upon a time,
As a hunting they did gay,
That they rested them in Silver Wood,
Upon a summer-day.
- Then out it spake that bonny boy,
While the tear stood in his eye,
‘O tell me this now, Jellon Grame,
And I pray you dinna lie.
- ‘The reason that my mother dear
Does never take me hame?
To keep me still in banishment
Is baith a sin and shame.’
- ‘You wonder that your mother dear
Does never send for thee;
Lo, there’s the place I slew thy mother,
Beneath that green oak tree.’
- Wi that the boy has bent his bow,
It was baith stout and lang,
And through and thro him Jellon Grame
He’s gard an arrow gang.
- Says, Lye you thare now, Jellon Grame,
My mellison you wi;
The place my mother lies buried in
Is far too good for thee.