And till the kirk she wadna gae, Nor till❜t she wadna ride, Till four-and-twenty men she gat her before, And twenty on ilka side, And four-and-twenty milk white dows To flee aboon her head. A loud lauchter gae Lord Wa'yates, "O leuch ye at my men, Wa'yates, Or did ye lauch at ine? Or leuch ye at the bierdly bride, "I leuchna at your men, uncle, But I leuch at my lands so braid, When e'en was come, and e'en-bells rung, And a' man gane to bed, The bride but and the silly bridegroom In ae chamber were laid. Wasna't a fell thing for to see Lady Maisery's like the mo'ten goud, He turn'd his face unto the stock, She turn'd her face unto the wa', It fell about the mirk midnicht, "What aileth thee, my lady dear? "O didna I tell ye, auld Ingram, Ere ye socht me to wed, That Lord Wa'yates, your sister's son, Had been into my bed?" "Then father that bairn on me Maisery; O father that bairn on me; And ye sall hae a rigland shire Your mornin' gift to be." "O sarbit," says the Ladie Maisery, To father my bairn on auld Ingram, "O sarbit,” says the Ladie Maisery, A CHRISTMAS CARROL. BY GEORGE WITHER. * So, now is come our joyfulst feast; Let every man be jolly; Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine; * For accounts of this very voluminous and very unequal wri ter, see “ Athena Oxonienses," the " Reliques of Antient English Poetry," and Mr Ellis's very elegant publication, entitled, "Specimens of early English Poets." YOL. JI. Now, all our neighbours' chimnies smoke, Their ovens they with bak'd meats choke, Now every lad is wondrous trim, Our lasses have provided them Young men and maids, and girls and boys, And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry. Rank misers now do sparing shun; Their hall of music soundeth; And dogs thence with whole shoulders run, And all the town be merry. |