He led his dochter by the han', His dochter ben brought he; 30 "O is she not the fairest lass That's in great Christendye?"
Ilka hair intil her head Was like a heather cow, And ilka louse aninder it 35 Was like a lintseed bow.[L36]
She had lauchty teeth, an' kaily lips, An' wide lugs fu' o' hair; Her pouches fu' o' pease-meal daigh, War hinging down her spare. 40
Ilka ee intil her head Was like a rotten ploom, An' down down browit was the quean, An' sairly did she gloom.
Ilka nail upon her hand 45 Was like an iron rake, An' ilka teeth into her head Was like a tether stake.
She gied to him a gay gravat O' the auld horse's sheet, 50 And he gied her a gay gold ring O' the auld couple reet.
For Kempy Kaye's to be here the nicht, Or else the morn at een.
16-20. See _King Henry_, v. 21,22, vol. i. p. 148, and _The Wee Wee Man_, vol. i. p. 126, note. Also _Carle of Carlile_, v. 177-188 in Madden's _Syr Gawayne_, p. 256.
Kempy Kaye is a wooing gane Far far ayont the sea, And there he met wi' auld Goling, His gudefather to be, be, His gudefather to be. 5
"Whar are ye gaun, O Kempy Kaye, Whar are ye gaun sa sune?" "O I am gaun to court a wife, And think na ye that's weel dune, dune, And think na ye that's weel dune?" 10
"And ye be gaun to court a wife, As ye do tell to me, 'Tis ye sall hae my Fusome Fug, Your ae wife for to be, be, Your ae wife for to be." 15
"Rise up, rise up my Fusome Fug, And mak your foul face clean, For the brawest wooer that ere ye saw Is come develling doun the green, green, Is come develling doun the green." 20
Up then raise the Fusome Fug, To mak her foul face clean; And aye she curs'd her mither She had na water in, in, She had na water in. 25
She rampit out, and she rampit in, She rampit but and ben; The tittles and tattles that hang frae her tail Wad muck an acre o' land, land, Wad muck an acre o' land. 30
She had a neis upon her face Was like an auld pat-fit; Atween her neis bot and her mou Was inch thick deep o' dirt, dirt, Was inch thick deep o' dirt. 35
She had twa een intil her head War like twa rotten plooms; The heavy brows hung down her face, And O I vow she glooms, glooms! And O I vow she glooms! 40
Ilka hair that was on her head Was like a heather cow, And ilka louse that lookit out Was like a lintseed bow, bow, Was like a lintseed bow. 45