Young Ronald
No: 304; variant: 304A
- IT fell upon the Lammas time,
When flowers were fresh and green,
And craig and cleugh was covered ower
With cloathing that was clean.
- 'Twas at that time a noble squire,
Sprung from an ancient line,
Laid his love on a lady fair,
The king's daughter o Linne.
- When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
And mint in meadows sprang,
Young Ronald and his little wee boy
They rode the way alang.
- So they rode on, and farther on,
To yonder pleasant green,
And there he spied that lady fair,
In her garden alane.
- These two together lang they stood,
And love's tale there they taul;
The glancing o her fair color
Did Ronald's own impale.
- He lifted 's hat, and thus he spake;
O pity have on me!
For I could pledge what is my right,
All for the sake of thee.
- 'Ye're young amo your mirth, kind sir,
And fair o your dull hours;
There's nae a lady in a' London
But might be your paramour.
- 'But I'm too young to wed, kind sir,
You must not take it ill;
Whate'er my father bids me do,
I maun be at his will.'
- He kissd her then and took his leave,
His heart was all in pride,
And he is on to Windsor gone,
And his boy by his side.
- And when he unto Windsor came,
And lighted on the green,
There he spied his mother dear,
Was walking there alane.
- 'Where have ye been, my son, Ronald,
From gude school-house, this day?'
'I hae been at Linne, mother,
Seeing yon bonny may.'
- 'O wae's me for you now, Ronald,
For she will not you hae;
For mony a knight and bauld baron
She's nickd them a' wi nae.'
- Young Ronald's done him to his bower,
And he took bed and lay;
Nae woman could come in his sight,
For the thoughts o this well-fard may.
- Then in it came his father dear,
Well belted in a brand;
The tears ran frae his twa gray eyes,
All for his lovely son.
- Then Ronald calld his stable-groom
To come right speedilie;
Says, Ye'll gang to yon stable, boy,
And saddle a steed for me.
- 'His saddle o the guid red gowd,
His bits be o the steel,
His bridle o a glittering hue;
See that ye saddle him weel.
- 'For I've heard greeters at your school-house,
Near thirty in a day;
But for to hear an auld man greet,
It passes bairns' play.'
- When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
And mint in meadows sprang,
Young Ronald and his little wee boy
The way they rode alang.
- So they rode on, and further on,
To younder pleasant green,
And there they saw that lady fair,
In her garden alane.
- And twenty times before he ceasd
He kissd her lips sae clear,
And said, Dear lady, for your sake,
I'll fight fell lang and sair.
- 'Full haste, nae speed, for me, kind sir,'
Replied the lady clear;
'Far better bucklings ye maun bide
Or ye gain my love by weir.
- 'King Honour is my father's name,
The morn to war maun fare,
And that's to fight a proud giant,
That's wrought him muckle care.
- 'Along wi him he is to take
Baith noble knights and squires,
I woud wish you as well-dressd a knight
As ony will be there.
- 'And I'll gie you a thousand crowns,
To part amang your men;
A robe upon your ain body,
Weel sewd wi my ain hand.
- 'Likewise a ring, a royal thing,
The virtue it is gude;
If ony o your men be hurt,
It soon will stem their blude.
- 'Another ring, a royal thing,
Whose virtue is well known;
As lang's this ring your body's on,
Your bluid shall neer be drawn.'
- He kissd her then, and took his leave,
His heart was all in pride,
And he is on to Windsor gone,
And his boy by his side.
- And when he unto Windsor came,
And lighted on the green,
There he saw his auld father,
Was walking him alane.
- 'Where hae ye been, my son, Ronald,
From gude school-house the day?'
'O I hae been at Linne, father,
Seeking yon bonny may.'
- 'O wae's me for you now, Ronald,
For she will not you hae;
Mony a knight and bauld baron
She's nickd them a' wi nay.'
- 'O had your tongue, my father dear,
Lat a' your folly be;
The last words that I wi her spake,
Her love was granted me.
- 'King Honour is her father's name,
The morn to war maun fare,
And that's to fight a proud giant,
That's wrought him muckle care.
- 'Alang wi him he means to take
Baith knights and noble squires;
And she wishes me as well drest a knight
As ony will be there.
- 'And she's gaen me a thousand crowns,
To part amang my men;
A robe upon my ain body,
Weel sewd wi her ain hand.
- 'Likewise a ring, a royal thing,
The virtue it is gude;
If ony o my men be hurt,
It soon will stem their blude.
- 'Another ring, a royal thing,
Whose virtue is unknown;
As lang's this ring my body's on,
My blude will neer be drawn.'
- 'If that be true, my son, Ronald,
That ye hae tauld to me,
I'll gie to you an hundred men,
To bear you companie.
- 'Besides as muckle gude harness
As carry them on the lee;
It is a company gude enough
For sic a squire as thee.'
- When cocks did craw, and day did daw,
And mint in meadows spread,
Young Ronald and his merry young men
Were ready for to ride.
- So they rode on, and farther on,
To yonder pleasant green,
And there they spied that lady fair,
In her garden, sair mourning.
- These twa together lang they stood,
And love's tale there they taul,
Till her father and his merry young men
Ahd ridden seven mile.
- He kissd her then, and took his leave,
His heart was all in pride,
And then he sprang alang the road
As sparks do frae the gleed.
- Then to his great steed he set spur;
He being swift o feet,
They soon arrived on the plain,
Where all the rest did meet.
- Then flew the foul thief frae the west,
His make was never seen;
He had three heads upon ae hause,
Three heads on ae breast-bane.
- He bauldly stept up to the king,
Seiz'd 's steed in his right hand;
Says, Here I am, a valiant man,
Fight me now if ye can.
- 'Where is the man in a' my train
Will take this deed in hand?
And he shall hae my daughter dear,
And third part o my land.'
- 'O here am I,' said young Ronald,
'Will take the deed in hand;
And ye'll gie me your daughter dear,
I'll seek nane o your land.'
- 'I woudna for my life, Ronald,
This day I left you here;
Remember ye yon lady gay
For you shed mony a tear.'
- Fan he did mind on that lady
That he left him behind,
He hadna mair fear to fight
Nor a lion frae a chain.
- Then he cut aff the giant's heads
Wi ae sweep o his hand,
Gaed hame and married that lady,
And heird her father's land.