Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MARY LEE: A BALLAD, by JANET HAMILTON Poet's Biography First Line: What ails ye, bonnie mary lee? Last Line: Kin' jamie's faithfu' wife. Alternate Author Name(s): Hamilton, Janet Thompson Subject(s): Courtship; Love - Loss Of; Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
WHAT ails ye, bonnie Mary Lee? What gars ye greet an' pine? Your e'e is dim, your cheek is wan What ails ye, Mary, mine? Kame back, kame back the raven hair That wauners owre your broo, Gae to the burn, lave cheek an' chin, My bonnie mourning doo. I ken your saunted mither's gane The gate we a' maun gae, But weel we houp she's wi' the blest, Then wharfore mourn ye sae. Come, sit ye doun beside me, lass, An' tell your waesume tale Sair it maun be, my Mary Lee, That mak's yer cheek sae pale. She drew a creepie to her side, An' dichtit aye her e'en: O Leezie, lass, I'se tell ye a', My truest, dearest frien'. Ye ken't young Jock o' Benty Knowe, A lad that bare the gree, Whare'er he gaed nae ither Joe Was hauf sae dear to me. For towmonds twa he coortit me; At market, kirk, an' fair, Ye wadna miss'd him frae my side, The brawest, blythest there. I never thocht to tine his luve, Or yet my ain to hide, An' whan he speer't I gied consent To be his bonnie bride. Anither towmond we agreed To wait; syne fu' an' bien Oor wee cot house shou'd plenish't be, Baith cozie, tosh, an' clean. Sune after this, he didna come Sae aften as before; An' sune nae mair his weel-kenn'd chap Cam' tirlin' on the door. An' oh! I thocht my heart wad break! I cou'dna think or guess What I had said or dune to mak' Him lo'e me ony less. An' a' my pride o' maidhood rase! I wadna yield to speer What had come owre him, tho' I kent I lo'ed him true an' dear. My mournfu' e'e an' wallow't cheek My guid aul' faither saw; "My bairn," quo he, "what's come o' Jock? He ne'er comes here ava'. "If he's deceiv'd my bonnie bairn, An' cast her luve awa', Whan he had won her artless heart, Oh! black sall be his fa'! "But there's young Jamie o' Blackhill, A better man than he, He lo'es the very yird ye tread, My bonnie Mary Lee. "He's come o' honest, godly folk, An' leads a sober life, An' thou hast tauld me that he aft Has socht thee for his wife. "An' but yestreen he said to me, If you an' him agree, Wull you gi'e me your free guid-wull To wed your Mary Lee? "An' I ha'e gi'en my free guid-wull, An' I sall bless ye baith, Sae think nae mair o' Benty's Jock, He's dune thee scorn an' skaith." But, Leezie, Jamie o' Blackhill Was never nocht to me, Tho' ne'er a nae-say he wad tak', Or ever let me be. Ae nicht, whan staunin' at the door, I saw him comin' roun' The gavel-en'; an' oh, my heart Gi'ed sic a waesume stoun! Sae blythe and bauld he stappit up, "Noo, Mary," whisper'd he, "I'm come to seek ye for my ain, Your faither's pleased wi' me. "Let byganes a' be byganes noo, An' say ye'll be my wife, Ye'll ne'er ha'e cause to rue the word Your langest day in life." My faither then cam' to the door, An' brocht him kin'ly ben, Syne bade me bring the bread an' cheese, An' fill the tappit hen. An' lang an' couthie was the crack, But ne'er a word said I, Till father saidHech, Mary, lass, Ye're unco dull and shy. Neist owk, my lass, we'll buy the braws, To busk oor bonnie bride, For sune ye to the kirk maun gang, Wi' Jamie by yer side. For I've been tauld what to my bairn I likena well to tell, That Benty Knowe has a' the while Been coortin' Bartie's Bell. I've seen o' simmers aughty-seven, An' sune maun lea' thee, bairn, An' had it been wi' Benty's Jock Thou wad been sair forfairn. But Jamie is a truthfu' chiel, An' lo'es thee as his life, An' fain am I afore I dee, To see thee made his wife. Wi' thy consent, on Sabbath neist He'll juist pit in the cries; An' Benty Knowe an' mony mae Will get a great surprise. O Leezie, lass, what wad ye dune Had ye been in my place? That nicht I kneel't afore the Lord An' pray'd for help o' grace That I micht schule my rebel heart To dae my faither's will; For, oh! hoo sall I tell thee, lass, I lo'e the fautor still. Neist Sabbath we were cried in kirk; On Monday nicht cam' he; His face was white as ony ghaist, The tear was in his e'e. I maist had swarf't whan to the door I gaed and saw him staun', He cou'dna leuk me in the face, But tried to tak' my haun'. But I drew back:"What want ye, Jock? Hae ye come here to tell Hoo in your wooin' you hae sped Wi' Bartie's bonnie Bell? "Ye've dune yer best to break my he'rt, An' smoor't wi' grief an' shame, But if ye can forgi'e yersel', I'se try to dae the same." He leukit up, an' sic a leuk, Sae fu' o' shame an' wae! That leuk I never sall forget Until my deein' day. I turn'd me richt an' roun' aboot, "Fareweel, fareweel for life!" Said I: "Whan neist ye see me, Jock, I'm Jamie Wilson's wife." My faither by the cruisie sat, The Bible on his knee; I flung my airms aroun' his neck "O faither, pray for me!" He drew me doun upon his knee, An' dichtet aff my cheek The het, het tears; my heart was fu', He saw I cou'dna speak. "Oh, I hae pray'd, an' I sall pray For thee baith e'en an' morn; A dearer or a better bairn Was ne'er o' woman born." An' noo I'll murne an' pine nae mair, But tent my faither's life Wi' muckle care, an' strive to be Kin' Jamie's faithfu' wife. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV A BALLAD FOUNDED ON A REAL INCIDENT WHICH OCCURED IN HIGH LIFE by JANET HAMILTON |
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