To Henry Hunt, the king then fayd,
In lieu of what was from thee tane,
A noble a day now thou fhalt have,

Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne."

170

And Horseley thou fhalt be a knight,

And lands and livings fhalt have store ; Howard fhall be earle Surrye hight,

175

As Howards erft have beene before.

Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,

I will maintaine thee and thy fonne :
And the men fhall have five hundred markes

189

For the good service they have done.
Then in came the queene with ladyes fair
To fee Sir Andrewe Barton knight:
They weend that hee were brought on shore,
And thought to have feen a gallant fight.

But when they fee his deadlye face,

And eyes foe hallowe in his head,

185

I wold give, quoth the king, a thousand markes, This man were alive as he is dead :

Yet for the manfull part he playd,

Which fought foe well with heart and hand, 190

His men fhall have twelvepence a day,

Till they come to my brother kings high land.

XIII.

LADY ANNE BOTHWELL's LAMENT.

A SCOTTISH SON G.

The fubject of this pathetic ballad the Editor once thought might poffibly relate to the Earl of Bothwell, and his dejertion of his wife Lady Jean Gordon, to make room for bis marriage with the Queen of Scots: But this opinion he now believes to be groundless; indeed earl Bothwell's age, who was upwards of 60 at the time of that marriage, renders it unlikely that he should be the object of fo warm a paffion as this elegy fuppofes. He has been fince informed, that it entirely refers to a private ftory: A lady of quality of the name of BOTHWELL, or rather BOSWELL, having been, together with her child, deferted by her husband or lover, compofed thefe affecting lines herself; which here are given from a copy in the Editor's folio MS. compared with another in Allan Ramfay's Mifcellany.

B

ALOW, my babe, ly ftil and fleipe!

It grieves me fair to see thee weipe :

If thouft be filent, Ife be glad,
Thy maining maks my heart ful fad.
Balow, my boy, thy mithers joy,
Thy father breides me great annoy.

Balow, my babe, ly stil and fleipe,
It grieves me fair to see thee weepe.

5

When

Whan he began to court my luve,
And with his fugred wordes

to muve,

His faynings fals, and flattering cheire
To me that time did not appeire:

But now I fee, moft cruell hee

Cares neither for my babe nor mee.

10

Ly ftil, my darling, fleipe a while,
And whan thou wakeft, fweitly smile:
But smile not, as thy father did,
To cozen maids: nay God forbid !
Bot yett I feire, thou wilt gae neire
Thy fatheris hart, and face to beire.

I cannae chufe, but ever will
Be luving to thy father stil:

Balow, &c.

Whair-eir he gae, whair-eir he ryde,
My luve with him maun ftil abyde:
In weil or wae, whair-eir he gae,
Mine hart can neire depart him frae.

0 3

20

25

Balow, &c.

Bot

* When sugar was first imported into Europe, it was a very great dainty; and therefore the epithet fugred is used by all our old writers metaphorically to exprefs extreme and delicate fweetness. (See above, p. 178.) Sugar at prefent is cheap and common; and therefore fuggests now a coarse and vulgar idea.

Bot doe not, doe not, prettie mine,
To faynings fals thine hart incline;
Be loyal to thy luver trew,

And nevir change hir for a new :
If gude or faire, of hir have care,`
For womens banning's wonderous fair.

30

35

Balow, &c.

Bairne, fin thy cruel father is gane,

Thy winfome fmiles maun eife my paine;
My babe and I'll together live,

For if we doe bot chance to bow,
They'le ufe us than they care not how.

Balow, my babe; ly ftil, and fleipe,
It grieves me fair to fee thee weipe.

59

XIV. THE

XIV.

THE MURDER OF THE KING OF SCOTS.

The catastrophe of Henry Stewart, lord Darnley, the unfortunate bufband of Mary 2 of Scots, is the fubject of this ballad. It is here related in that partial imperfect manner, in which fuch an event would naturally ftrike the fubjects of another kingdom; of which he was a native. Henry appears to have been a vain capricious worthless young man, of weak understanding, and diffolute morals. But the beauty of his perfon, and the inexperience of his youth, would difpofe mankind to treat him with an indulgence, which the cruelty of his murder would afterwards convert into the most tender pity and regret: and then imagination would not fail to adorn his memory with all those virtues, he ought to have poffeffed. This will account for the extravagant elogium beftowed upon him in the first stanza, &c.

Henry lord Darnley was eldeft fon of the earl of Lennox, by the lady Margaret Douglas, niece of Henry VIII. and daughter of Margaret queen of Scotland by the earl of Angus, whom that princess married after the death of James IV.-Darnley, who had been born and educated in England, was but in his 21st year, when he was murdered, Feb. 1567-8. This crime was perpetrated by the E. of Bothwell, not out of respect to the memory of David Riccio, but in order to pave the way for his own marriage with the queen.

9.

This ballad (printed from the Editor's folio MS.) feems to have been written foon after Mary's escape into England in 1568, fee v. 65.—It will be remembered at v. 5. that this princess was 2. dowager of France, having been firft married to Francis II. who died Dec. 4. 1560.