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THE histo r of alladr if it could be accurate l y b y, y t race d w ould s u l a missin cha te r in the histo r , pp y g p y d for its of En lish Ve rse . But it can not be so race g t , o ri in w as vocal an d n o t lite rar and w he n it e came g y , b li r ll r To te ll us that te ary it had ce ase d to be ba ad y . the r ll i ri fro mthe l Fr nch boiler w o d ba ad s de ve d O d e , to dance and that it me ant a s on sun to the rh thmic , g g y move me nt of a dancin chorus is me re l to de fine its g , y e t mo lo and indicate a articular formof OldFre nch y gy, p Ve rse w hich the y oung poe ts of to -day are trying to revive in En lan d Whe n w e s e ak of lladr w e g . p ba y have in mind s uch co mp o sition s as Sir Patrick Spe ns and he v hace the ins iration of which w hateve r C y C , p , it ma have e e n w as not the ins iration re uire d fo r y b , p q th m i ion n in n I t as o f s im le r e co pos t of da c g so gs . w p and olde r are nta e oin ack to that unk no w n e p g , g g b p riod of antiquity w he n man discove re d in himse lf the stran e ift of metrical e x re ssio n and devote d it to g g p , the se rvice of the o ds w hich be w orshi e d and the g pp , The first me mory of gre at me n w ho live d before him. poe tic birt hs o f the primitive race s w e re hymn s an d ballads : childre n of the ir hymns we re the Bible s of v N i INTROD UCTIO . the se ce an hil re n o f the ir allads re he ir ra s, d c d b w e t e ics— Iliads N i e lun e nlie ds ids and the lo n train p , b g , C , g o f me tri l ro manc s tha f llo h m A o htho ne ca e t o w e d t e . ut c s

in e ve r lan d like the fair tale s w hich he e rman y , y t G s

call M arc/zen the w ande re d u an d dow n the w o rld , y p like sie s ho me le s s but ha in the lan e s and b gyp , ppy y w ay s lo ng afte r the ir e pical de sce ndants had built fo r the mse lve s alace s Whe re ve r the have e e n fo und p . y b , in France o r Po rtu al o r I tal o r Gre e ce in De n mark , g , y, , , o r En land o r Sco tland the s tam o f the ir co mmo n g , , p

pare n tage is upo n the m. Whe the r the make rs o f the se ve rn aculo us o ld pro duc tio n s w e re the minstre ls w ho san the mto the e o le g p p , or the p e o ple the mse lve s o f w ho mthe se min stre ls w e re n n rmn the w an de rin vo ice s ca no t ow be de te i e d. The g , y e x iste d like the song o f birds and the mus ic of run n ing r The first thin that strike s o ur notice in the mas w ate s . g ( M o the rw e ll has po in te d o ut) is the almo st un ifo rmdra

matic characte r o f the ir structure . The action of the

ie ce co mme nce s at o n ce . I t do e s n o t lik e the me tri p , cal ro mance ro ce e d afte r cravin t he atte n tio n o f , p , g lo rd and lad and invo kin the aid of the Vir in M ar y , g g y, h are nta e e u io n an e tc. to ive a sk e tch of t e d cat d , g p g , , p ro mising qualitie s of the do ughty knight o r ge ntle s uir h i fi r in it The re is no o m o us an q e w o s t o gu e . p p n o unce me nt of the e x quisite e nj o yme n t to be de rive d r h r i o f h n l a tes If such articu f o mt e ca p ng suc ob e g . p lars are at all allude d to the are no tice d me re l in ci , y y

de ntall and dashe d off e rha s in a s in le line . The y , p p g characte rs and the de stinie s of tho se w ho fo rmthe sub

e ct o f such tale s are le arne d fro mthe ir action s no t j , io o f h oe The e ne r ll o by the de script ns t e p t. y g a y pe n NT T I R O D U C ION . with so me st rikin and natural icture re nant w ith g p , p g i n life and mot o n. The sto ry ru s on in an arrow like stre am w ith all the strai htfo rwardne ss of unfe i ne d , g g n si n The re is n o turnin k n a d e arne st pas o . g bac to me d what has e n said amis s o re n e r mr l r h b e , t d o e c e a t at which may have be e n dimly e x pre sse d o r slightly hin te d ; an d the re is no pause made to gathe r on the u if l i r r ri l i n If w ay be a t u mage s o app op ate il ustrat o s . the se co me naturall and unavo ida l as it w e re ood y b y , , g and w e ll but the re is no lo ite ring and w inding about and a out as if unwillin to move on till the se sho uld b , g su e st the mse lve Th harm of the com ositio n gg s. e c p li h r in d an artifi e s in t e sto y w hich it e vo lve s. Stra e d cial fe e lin has no lace in it an d rhe torical e m e l g p , b li hmnts r ll n n n De scri tion s of n atu s e a e e qua y u k ow . p ral sce ne r are ne ve r atte m te d and se ntime nt is y p , is l l f o i i almost un he ard of. M uch a w ays e t f r mag na i n to fanc and fo r the fe e lin s of the auditors to t o y, g su l ro use d as the canno t fail to be b the sce nic pp y, y y ’ picture rapidly and distin ctly trace d be fore the mind s

e e . I n his narrative the o e t alw a s a e ars to be y , p y pp i n h hi u i n H e doe s n o act ng i good fait w ith s a d e ce . t s in to ano the r w hat he discre dits himse lf no r doe s he g , e al to othe r t stimo n in su or of his state me nts app e y pp t . ‘ ’ ‘ h r is no r f r n o s he k e lls r as in T e e e e e ce t a t bo e t , o ’ Ro mans I re de for orro oration f ha he affi rms , a c b o w t . H e always spe aks as if the subj e ct w hich he handle s e re one uite familiar to those hom he addre sse s w q w , and touching which nothing but a pe rfe ctly hone st an d circumstantial s tate me nt of facts could be re lishe d. If

rt fo re ste rs are s lain o ne stout k ni ht fifte e n s talw a by g , sin le -h n e d he ne e r ste s o ut of his w a to rove g a d , v p y p vi T IN RODU CTION . the truth of such an achieve me nt by appe aling to the e x lo its of some othe r nota le mansla e r I f me r p b y . a maid sho uld from a love of so litude and the ictu , p re s ue haunt some lone and love l rive r and the re q , y , , hile kem in he r ellow locks e radve nture fascin ate w b g y , p so me unha w i ht the oe t ne ve r a o lo iz e s fo r the ppy g , p p g appearance of the w ate r-w oman by co ve rtlv in sinuating ho m llo h h i n f w arve us be t e in ab ta ts o the oce an . And though an Elfin knight s ho uld unce re mo nio usly ado pt for his paramour some yo ung lady w ho mhe me e ts of ’ a summe r s e ve nin w hile ramlin thro u h the a g, b g g g y re e nw ood andw hose taste fo r the lov li of n u r g , e ne ss at e is ce rtainl mo re re marka le than he r rude nce he y b p , neve r e tra s an sur rise at the circumstance but b y y p , tre ats it as a matte r o f e ve ry-day o ccurre nce and h is orical no o rie t Sho uld an unha h s n t t y . ppy g o t w a de r ack to earth the oe t is e rfe ctl maste r of the dia b , p p y logue he ho lds w ith the maid he le ft be hind him n or is he at a lo ss accurate l to de scri e how the fie nd can y b , w ith a sin le kick of his clove n fo ot s ink a o odl g , g y ark altho u h re ason a le do u ts ma w e ll be e nte r b , g b b y taine d how such facts co uld have tran s ire se e in p d, g no ne o f its cre w eve r re ache d the land to s ing of s uch ’ an unha vo a e mo re te rrific a de al than th t ppy y g , by a p e rfo rme d unde r the me lancho ly aus pice s o f that b risk ’ ‘ ’ and tall oun man hi ht WilliamGle n w ho w y g g , as ‘ o und fo r but alas ne ve r re turne d fro m N e Ba b , , , w r ’

arie . B ut be the su e ct o f the narrative w hat it ma b bj y, w he the r it be of re al life fraught w ith an inte re st de e ply tra ical o r o ne of w ild s u e rstitio n and ro man tic g , p incide nt it w ill e ve r be fo und cle arl succinc l and , y , t y , i i l l Th re is no unne ss r ste of mpre ss ve y to d. e ce a y w a D C INTRO U TI ON . vii w rds—no re dundanc of circumstance s nor a ful e vo o y , rt lution of lot an d no la in o n o f co lo r a ove colo r p , y g b , o n lli n o h u to give a b dy a d bri a cy t t e pict re . It stands out in s im le an d se ve re e aut —a e aut arisin n ot p b y b y g, r mth love line ss of an on individu l f tu f o e y e a e a re . but from the pe rfe ct harmo ny and whole ne ss subsisting ” n inin amo g and s usta g all. As mi ht be e x e cte d fromthe ir anti uit h s iri g p q y, t e p t with w hich the old ballads is animate d is a an if n o t p g , — barbaric. There is that in the m e ve n in tho se that w e re manife stly compose d afte r the e x te nsio n of Chris — tianity thro ughout Euro pe w hich is ave rse fro mthe re li ious se n time n t . The are w ithout mo rals and g y , ho u o n i n Th tho u h o h lla i n w it t c sc e ce . e g t f t e ba d s t e ve r

oe s e ond his allad. It is his usin e ss to narrate g b y b b , but n ot to ud e : w hethe r the o od are re w arde d o r j g g ,

the bad un ishe d is no co nce rn of his. The allads p , b o f En land and Scotland in w hich w e are chie fl in g , y d he re divide th mse l e s into tw o class s —he te res te , e v e , t

Pe rso nal w hich turns u on the adve nt ure s of the he ro , p , o r he ro ine of the alladist w ho ma or ma n ot , b , y y ve be e n take n fro m r al life and the His ori l ha e , t ca , w hich turns u on the adve n ture s o f o the r he roe s or p , e ro ine s who fi ure in o r at le ast are me ntione d in h , g , , hi r Be lon in to he fo rme r class are Lad Mais sto y . g g t y r and le rk Saunde rs to the latte r he v hace and y C , C y C , in h s l l p ro bably Sir Patrick Spe ns . I n re ad g t e e o d ba ich e re ne ve r me an o be re a at all e lads, wh w t t d , w

h uld re me m e r tha the ir mak e rs w e re oe ts and n o s o b t p , t hi orian s o r io ra he rs : of histor and io ra h st , b g p y b g p y, and th m t e solu l n hi nde rst e h y knew a te ot n . as w e u , b y g Art hur w as as ve ritable to the mas Ro in Hood King b , I NTRODU CTI ON .

of whom and w ho se e x loits the w e re ne ve r ire d of , p y t

singing. The adve nt o f R obin H ood in English balladry can no e trace d ow in to the O scurit in w hich tha l t b , g b y t ba

ladr is involve d. It must have occurre d how eve r y , , e f re he fourte e nth ce n tur w he n he w as alre a b o t y, dy a

o ular he ro Lan land re fe rs o himan d he o d of p p . g t t b y song w hich had grow n up aro und him in the fifth F arm: of The Vision of Pie rs Ploughman (circa I w he re an i no rant idle and i ulous rie st confe sse s g , , b b p , in h ra r of loth t e cha cte S ,

I kan noght parfitly my pate r-noster As the pre e st it synge th But I kan me s of Ro n Hood ry by , And Ran dolf e rl of Che stre Ac ne ithe r of cure Lord ne of our Lady Th e is ha e ve e e l te t t re was mak d.

Fordun the Scottish historian a conte m orar o f , , p y Lan land s e ak s o f Ro in H ood and Little J ohn and g , p b , , the ir fe llow s of w homthe foolish vul ar in come die s , g and tra e die s make le wd e n te rtainme nts and are g , de lighte d to he ar the j e ste rs and minstre ls sing the m ll othe r allads Boe thius n he r c i above a b , a ot S ott sh historian also a conte m orar s e ak s o f the same , p y, p merr air of outlaw s of uho mar mo n fabillis and y p , q y me ry sportis soung amang the vulgar pe pyll and M a or anothe r Scottish histo rian conte m orar w ith j , , p y he hr and a little l ss cre dulous d lare s that th t t e e , e , e c e e x ploits of this Robert are ce lebrate d in songs through u all Britain It w as a t ice -told tale w hich M a o o t . w j r told for a out thirt ears e fore he u lishe d his his , b y y b p b tory Wynke n de Worde had made a collection INTROD UCTION . ix of the se son s and u lis he d the mas A L te ll Ge ste g , p b y Tha th r w a a Ro in H ood cult of Robyn H ode . t e e s b throu hout all Britain is im lie d in this esle in the g p g , come die s and t ra e die s o f which Fordun co m laine d g p , and in the sp o rts an dgame s w hich w e re ce le brate din his hono r in S rin and that it some time s inte rfe re d w ith p g, the custo mary re ligio us O b se rvance s of the time is ce r i i on o f tain . U po n th s last point w e have the te st m y Bisho p Latime r in his s ix th se rmo n be fo re K ing Edw ard ! VI I ri in o n . I came o nce m se lfe to a lace d a ( 549) y p , g ourne ho me w ard fro mLo ndo n and I se nt w o rd o ve r j y , night into the to wn that I w o uld pre ach the re in the morn in e cause it w as a hol da and me thou ht it g, b y y, g was an ho lidays w o rk e the churche stode in my w ay and I toke my ho rsse an d my co mpanye and w e nt thithe r ; I tho ught I sho uld have fou nd a gre at co m an e in the churche an d w he n I came the re the p y , h h h l c urc e dore w as faste lock e d. I tarrie d the re a f an houre an d mo re and at last the k e e w as founde and , y one o f the arishe co mme s to me and sa e s S r th s p , y , y , y s a bus e da w ith us w e can not he are ou it is y y y , y ; R H oo e Da e The arish are o n e a ro ad obyn d s y . p e g b

to athe r for Ro n H o ode I ra o u le t the mn o t . g by , p y y n I w as fay e the re to ge ve place to Roby n H oo de . I tho u ht m roche t sho uld have e e n re arde d thou he g y b g , g I w e re n o t but it w ould n ot se rve it w as fa n e to ive , y g la o R o n H o e m n It is no lau h in p ce t by o d s e . g y g matte r m frie nde s it is a w e n e matte r a he av , y , py g , y matte r unde r the re te nce fo r athe r n e fo r R o b n , p g y g y Hoo de a t ra to ure and a the fe t o ut out a re ache r , y , p p , to have his o ffi ce le sse e s te me d to re fe r R o n , p by Hod be fo re the mynystratio n of Gods w ord ; and all NTROD U CT N x I IO .

thys hath come of unpre achynge p re late s . Thys re alme hath e e n il rovide d for that it hath had suche cor b p , rupte judge me nte s in it to pre fe r Ro byn Hode to ” W r This rustic w o rshi of R o in ood Godde s o de . H p b , a ainst w hich the oo d Bisho rote ste d w as not to be g g p p , ut o n rm n A n atu ral row th of the En lish p d w by se o s . g g characte r i ha nde are d itse lf to the En lish mind , t d e g r I t a through the ballads in which it w as e x p e sse d. p pe ale d to its native inde pe nde n ce and love of j ustice (libe rality to the poor at the e x pe n se o f the rich is o ular ustice th w o rld ove r and to its se n se of the p p j e , ) ur s ue What Ro in H ood w as roman tic and the pict e q . b to the oe ts as w e ll as the alladists w as show n in the p b , ’ play s of w hich he an d his me rry me n w e re the subj e cts no ta l in The Sad She he rd of J o nso n and in D ra ( b y p , ) y ’ ton s Pol o l i Le t us he ar w hat this old Warw ick y b o n . shire man has to say

In his our s acious is e I hin he e is not one t p l . t k t r , But he hath he ard some talk of hi mand Li ttle j ohn ' And to the e nd of ime the a e s sha ne e be done t . t l ll r , ’ Of Scarlock Ge o e a G e e n and M uch the mi e s son . rg r , ll r . f f ia whi ch man a s e mon made O Tuck the me rry r r . y r

In aise f Ro in Hood his ou aws and he i ade . pr o b . tl , t r tr An hund e d va ian me n had his b ave Robin H ood r l t t r , S i e ad at his ca ha bow-me n we e i h ood t ll r y ll . t t r r g t g , All c ad in Linco n G e e n w i h ca s of re d and b ue l l r . t p l , ' H i f ow s winde d b rn not one of e mbu ne w s e ll o th t k . Whe n se in to he i i s he i i e e u e s sh i tt g t r l p t r l ttl b gl r ll , Th a b in e choe wa f v a hi e w r l g s ke d rome e ry d le and ll . The i bauldricks se t wi h s uds at wa he i shou de s cas r t t . h rt t r l r t . To which unde he i a ms he i she afs we e buc e d fas , r t r r . t r r kl t , A sho swo d at he i be a buc sca ce a s an rt r t r lt . kle r r p . Who struck be low the kne e not counte d the n a man All made of S anish e w he i bow s w e e wond o us s on p y , t r r r tr g T e not an a ow d e w but was a c o h- a d on h y rr r l t y r l g. INTR OD UCTION . x i

f a che he had th ve e fe c O r ry t y e ry p r t craft. W ith a oad a ow or but or ic or ovin shaft br rr . . pr k . r g . A ma u fo sco e he use d to ic and ove t rks f ll rty r t y pr k r . Ye t highe r than the bre as t for comp ass ne ver strove Ye t at the farthe s t mark a foot could hardly win ; A on -ou s sho and ho e s e a h one cou d c e ave the in t l g t , rt . yl . c l l p ; The i a ows ne ai e d for imbe and for fe a he r rr fi ly p r , t r t r. W i h i ch and az i ie c d to fl in an we athe : t b r br l p r e . y y r An e wi h the ound t e ua e or fo e d i e d shot th y t r . h sq r . rk p l ; av s m h he a a mi e The loose g e uch a twang as ig t be rd l . And of the se arche rs brave the re was no t any one Bu h u i a de e hi wif e s s e e d u on t e co ld k ll r s s t t p p . Which the did boi and as in man a mi h wood y l ro t . y g ty . h fi a i e in fo Sharp hunge r t e ne s uce to the r mor k gly od. The n a in he mto e s his me me n andhe t k g t r t , rry ’ mm nw d e e Slept many a su er s night unde r the gre e oo tr . ’ ' F omwe a h abbo s ch s s and chu a undan s o e r lt y t e t . rls b t t r . What ofte ntime s he took he share d amongst the poor ’ No o d isho came in us Robin s w a l r ly b p l ty y , To him e fo e he we n but for his ass mus a , b r t , p t p y Th widow in dis e ss he acious e ie ve d e tr gr ly r l , And re me die d the wrongs of many a virgin grie ve d ’ H e f omthe husband s be d no ma ie d w oman w an r rr . But to his mis e ss de a his ove d M a ian tr r, l r . ' Was e ve cons an nown which whe e so e e she came r t t k . , r r , W sove e i n of the wo ds chie f ad f e ame as r g o . l y o th g He r c o he s uc e d to the ne e and dain aide d hai l t t k k , ty br r. W i h bow and uive a me d she w ande e d he e and h e t q r r . r r t e r Amongst the fore sts w ild : Diana ne ve r kn e w uch easu e s nor such h s as M ariana s S pl r . art le w.

Ritson devote d se ve ral ye ars to the R o bin H o o d bal! lads an the ir he ro and the re sult o f his inve sti atio n d , g s in regard to the latte r w as as fo llo w s : H e w as bo rn at Locksle in the count o f N ottin hamin the re i n y, y g , g

of Kin H e nr the Se cond a out the e ar 1 1 60. Hi g y , b y s e x tractio n w as no le and his name Ro e rt Fitz oo th b , b , which vulgar p ron unciatio n co rrupte d into Robin H e is fre ue ntl st le d and co mmonl re ut Hood. q y y , y p ed x ii NTROD TI I U C ON .

n Hun n to have e e Earl of ti don . I n his o uth h b , g y e w as o f a w ild and e x trava an t dis os itio n so much so g p , that his inhe ritance be ing co nsume d o r fo rfe ite d by his e x ce sse s an d his e rso n outlaw e d fo r de t he sou ht , p b , g an as ylumin the w o ods and fore sts of the northe rn

r f En land H e re he s o in p a ts o g . w a j e d by n umbe rs w hose circumstance s w e re similar to his ow n ho , w e e d himas the ir chie f and w ho w e re skilful arch o b y , ' e rs . The ir ta le w as su lie d b the k in s de e r and b pp y g , the ir e x che ue r mo ne s co n ve e d fro m is ho s ah q by y y b p ,

o ts and the like . At last Ro in H oo d e an to f l b , b b g e e the infirmitie s of a e and de siro us of e in re li v i g , b g e e d n a fit of sickne ss b lood-le ttin he w e nt to the ri re y b g, p o ss o f K irkle nunne r in Yo rkshire w ho w as a re lation y y, , , and w homhe w as suffe re d to le e d to de a h by b t . This e ve nt ha e ne d o n N ove m e r I 8 1 2 in or a ou pp b , 47 , b t the i h - n h r f hi i e g ty se ve t ye a o s age . H e w as nte rre d un de r s o me tre e s at a short distance fro mthe house s n , , a to e be ing place d ove r his grave w ith an inscriptio n to his mmor uch in rie f acco r in i e . S d to R tson y b , g , w as the care e r of Robin H ood. The re w e re historians at the pe riod spe cifie d by R it s on —M atthe w Paris and Be ne dict A ot f , , , bb o Pe te r

o rou h w e re livin in the life -time of R o in H o o d b g , g b , ut no ne of the mme ntio n that law le ss arch r Ex b e . ce pt in alladr he w as as u nk no w n to his conte m o rarie b y, p s h l The allusi n hi as the arc e r Te l . o s to min M aj or and

Boe thius ho w e re no t o rn ntil mo re h n , w b u t a tw o ce n turie s afte r his alle e d de ath have no historical val e g , u . ’ Ritson s authority fo r w hat he w rote w as a so rt of man u scri t life in the British M use umw ritte n b no od p , y b y k now s whom and no od k now s whe n bu a are ntl , b y , t pp y INT T x iii ROD U C ION . t ur If Ritson oward the e nd of the six te e nth ce nt y. reall cre dite d it e ithe r as histor or io ra h a y , y b g p y, in him very gre at balladist w as lost .

i n wh s undou in mind Pre va li g poe t . o e bt g w i sun Belie ve d the magic onde rs wh ch he g.

That R obin H ood w as an inhabitant of the w orld of

fiction and not of histor is n ow e ne rall e lieve d , y, g y b , and it is beginn ing to be be lie ve d that he w as the po p ul i l e r na e The ar s urvival of some mytholog ca p so g . grounds of this last be lie f are his intimate con ne ction with the M a ame s of the En lish e o le and the be y g g p p , stowme nt o f his name u on flow e rs w e lls mo ors hills p , , , , l n f En lan and o the r natura obj e cts in diffe re t parts o g d. It is n ot lik e ly (it is argue d) that all the se n ame s should have be e n give n s ince his e x plo its be came famous in alladr and it is still le ss like l it is ar ue d that so b y, y ( g ) much time and mone y sho uld have be e n spe nt in re p rese nting his fe ats unle ss be fille d the place of some r e i The allads the mse lve s ive us a ic deg ade d d ty . b g p ture of a rave me rr -he arte d rascal such as a e ars b , y , pp i h r torie s f man h ro N o t till a tale is n t e late s o y a e . ve ry old and w o rld-w orn do e s the chie f characte r in a popular roman ce sink fromthe p osition of a unive rsal conque ro r to that of the de fe ate d champion in a bout - We k n h h harle ma ne o f at quarte r staff. ow t at t e C g the late r ro mance s is but a fe e ble or comic re p re se nta tive of the re at e m e ror o f the e arlie r sto rie s so in g p , , all like lihood the R o in H o od of our En lish allads , b g b ” - take s the place of some long fo rgo tte n go d. The charmw hich attache d to the old ballads as long as they contin ue d to be co mp ose d an d sung in the o ld wa de arte d from alladr w he n it w as re duce d to y, p b y x iv I NTRO DUCTI ON .

w ritin and made marke ta le in rint. It ce ase d to g, b p e al i h he ro ic o r ro mn i h e me s or de alt w ith the m d w t a t c t , i n o l and e x e nde d its fe e le ne ss u o n trivial and g b y, p b p o n m orar v nt T h i h n c te p y e e s. o w hat de pt s t adde sce de d in the day s of Shak e spe are w e s e e in the fourth Act ’ of the Winte r s Tale in the dialo ue e tw e e n Autol , g b y

chus M o sa Do rcas and the low n. , p , , C

Clo Wha has he e a ads . t t r b ll ' Al o P a now bu so me I do ove a a ad in in a - ife for p. r y . y l b ll pr t . l he n w are are u t e sure the y tr e . ' ' Ant H e e s one to a ve do efu une How a usu e s wife was . r ry l l t . r r brought to be d of twe nty mone y-bags at a burde n and how she longed ' ca onad d to e at adde rs he ads and toads rb oe . A10 Is it ue hin ou ) . tr . t k y

Aut Ve ue and but a mon h Old. . ry tr t B e ss me f omma in a usu e ! B ar . l r rry g r r ' ’ A nt H e e s th midw fe s name to it one mis e ss Tale orte r : and . r e i . tr p i h ha e e sen Wh shou d I ca ie s five or s x one st wive s t t we r pr t . y l rry l abroad Ill o ra w bu i / p . P y you no . y t. ’ ' Clo ome on la it b And e s s se e mo e a ads : we ll bu the . C . y y l t fir t r b ll y h hin an n ot er t gs o . ’ A nt. H e e s ano he a ad Of a fish ha a e a e d u on the coas on r t r b ll . . t t pp r p t , dne sda the fou sco e of A i fo housand fa homs above w a e W e y r r pr l . rty t t t r. and sung this ballad against the hard he arts of maids ; it was thought she a man and w u n din o a co dfish for she wou d not e x chan e w as wo . as t r e t l . l g w r h a ad is ve i ifu and as u fle sh with one ho love d he : T e b ll ry p t l . tr e . D ar Is it ue too hin ou . tr . t k y ’ Aut Five us ice s hands at it and wi ne sse s mo e han m ac . j t ; t . r t y p k wi ho ll ld.

C La it b too Anothe . lo. y y r

Aut This is a me al ad but a ve e one . . rry b l . ry pr tty ’ v m me r one M Le s ha so e s. op . t e r y At” Wh his is a ass in me r one and oe s to the une of Two . y. t p g ry ; g t mai wa d bu e i maids wooing a man : the re is scarce a d we st r . t sh s ngs it ’ n u I can e ou ti s i re q est . t ll y . ' W an i : if hou e a a hou shalt e a M ap . e c both sing t t lt b r part . t h r ; tis a in thre e p rts . ’ r We h h une on t a mon h a o . D a . ad t e t t g NTR D TI v I O UC ON . x

An r m ar ou m n ’ m d. I can he t us ow n have at a y p y t k . tls y occupatio ; it with you.

English balladry was so abundan t in the six te enth ce ntury that four ye ars be fore the birth of Shakespe are ’ the e ntrie s at Statio ne rs Hall show an ave rage of ! nearl twe nt ballads to o ne ook. Most of the se y y b , r howe ve r, w e e doubtle ss of that inferior Londo n ballad literature w ritte n for the re ss those road she e ts p , b whe re of the Rox burghe colle ction almost e ntire ly con sists those Garlands and Pe nn Me rrime nts so nume r , y ous in the ir da a lite rature inte restin in othe r w a s y, g y , bu n as oe tr savin som r r x ce ti n Wh t ot e a e e o s. p y, g p y compara tive ly so fe w of our fine st ballads are found earl in rin t ma be accounte d for thus that the rint y p y , p ing-pre ss itse lf gave rise to this ne w school o f ballad make rs who se re all ve r infe rior co m ositions had a , y y p novelt and in a low se nse com le te ne ss of fo rmand y . , , p st le w hich rou ht the minto favour e s e ciall in the y b g , p y citie s and the more po lishe d and p rogre ssive parts of n B ll m i i the cou tr . a ad ak n thro u h the din e st kind y g, g g of rintin -ofi ces has e e n co ntinue d fro mthat da p g , b y to this w he n it finds its issue s in Seve n Dials our , a C t, a lin Lane ne ar Thomas S re e o r som imi r Dub t t, e s la l f ork o r las o Me an hile he n l al ey o C G g w . w t ob e r or wild-flow e r s ort of po pular ballad still sprang up he re and the re till a out the time w e should ue ss of Po e b , g , p and Sw ift chie fl if not e x clusive l in the ruder y, y, Northe rn arts of the kin do mw hich all alon have p g , g e n the most rolific in this kind ow in e rha s to b e p , g p p the il moor and mo untainous sce ne r the adve n w d, y, y , martial ha its the old- o rld cus o ms and turo ns and b , w t , ” n ne ction ith ll -l in ndinavi the close co w ba ad ov g Sca a. i NTROD CT x v I U ION .

The lite rature that has grow n o ut of Old English Ballads in the colle ctio n s w hich have be e n made of

the mdurin the last tw o an d a uarte r ce nturie s and g q , h I n r uctions Disse rta ions and o te s hi t e t od , t , N w ch have

illus r he e o lle c ions is oo e x t n si o t ate d t s c t , t e ve t be dw e lt

n i h hi f h i li r upo n a s ke tc like t s. O t e b b og ap hy of this lite rature w hich w ill be found in the fi rs olume , t v o f

’ Childs s En lish and Sco ttish Ballads I S it is g ( 57 ) , s ufli cie nt to say that it contains the name s of one hun dre d and fift difl e re nt w orks not includin the thirt y , g y volumes of the u licatio ns o f the Pe rc Socie t of p b y y, w hich the mo st impo rtan t in the history of English Ve rse in that the re ve ale d a mine o f fo r o tte n oe tic , y g p w e alth to e i hte e n th ce n tur re ade rs and that the g y , y w e re a source of vital inspiratio n to young nine te e nth ce ntur oe ts w e re The Eve r re e n of Allan Ramsa y p , g y and th f mou Re li ue s of Bisho Pe r e a s q p cy . What the last w as to Sco tt Wo rdsw o rth o le rid e and So uthe , , C g , y, i al u e nts of En lish Li r ur s k now n to l s t d g te at e .

All that has be e n atte mpte d in this volume is to in dicate the w e alth of En lish alladr and the co rre g b y, s ondin w e alth of En lish ro mantic ve rse the w rite r p g g , s o f w hich if the had live d in the olde n time w o uld no , y , doubt have w on distinction as balladists. If the e fl e ct o f the se co mposition s is w hat it should be it w ill re call the happy ve rdict of old Iz aak Walto n The y w e re O ld-fashione d oe tr but cho ice l o od I thin k mu p y, y g , ch be tte r than the stro ng line s that are n ow in fashio n in ” this critical age .

H . T R. S O DDARD. T E CE R H NTU Y . W Y R O c o e as 1 88 NE O K , t b r . 3. x viii CONTENTS .

n o:

' The Borde r Widow s Lame nt

’ The Broomo the Cowde nknow e s

Clerk

Earl Richard

The Douglas Trage dy

Fair Annie of Lochroyan

Burd Elle n

The Twa Brothers

The Twa Corbie s

The Thre e Ravens

The He ir of Linne

The old

‘ Th N ut brown o o o o o e o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o

Robin H ood and the M onk

Robin Hood and the Bishop

' Robin Hood s Golde n Priz e

’ The Spanish Lady s Lo ve

’ The Bailifi s Daughte r

A Lyke -Wake Dirge CONTENTS .

BALLAD S AND ROMAN CES.

av AuTn KNOWN oas.

The King of H ungary ( Gow er )

The Bluidy S ark (Henry son )

The Rime of th e Ancie nt M arine r ( Coler idge)

Laodamia ( Wor dsw or th)

The Hamadryad (Lande r )

The Battle of N ase by (M acaulay )

The Dre amof Euge ne Aram(Hood)

The Siste rs ( Tenny son)

How the y brought the goo d ne ws fromGhe nt to Aix (B r owning)

’ Paul Re ve re s Ride ( Longfellow )

Yussouf (Low ell )

f Luc now R T. S . Lowell The Re lie f o k ( . )

’ How old Brow n too k H arp e r s Fe rry (S tednean )

The Old S e rgeant ( Wills on)

ABallad of Sir John Franklin (Baker )

The Pe arl of the Philippine s (Stoddar d)

The Sack of Baltimore (D avis )

The Healing of Conall Carnach (Ferguson)

Siste r He le n (R oss etti)

The Hays tack in the Floods (Al arms x x C NTENT O S .

The Fairie s of the Caldon Low (M ary How itt)

The High Tide on the Coas t of Lincolnshire (7 a mI ngelow )

K e ith of Rave lston (D abell)

’ The C avalier s Escape ( Thor nbury )

f u as Isca io B uchanan The Ballad o J d r t ( ) .

M ay M argare t (Pay ne )

Jane t (M acdonald)

t Gle nkindie ( IV. 8 . Scot )

Gl ‘ossARY 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0

IN DE! or Frasr LI NE S

The songs to savage virtue de ar

That won of yore the public e ar. and sa Ere Polity. se date ge . ‘ u e f f d Had q e nch d th fire s o e u al rage . AR W TON.

The se venerable ancie nt S ong-Enditers ’ S oar dmany a pitch above our mode rn writers i h With rough majes t c force t e y moved the heart. ad a for And Strength and Nature m e mends Art. R WE O .

Ye t fragme nts of the lofty strain F a d wn the id f s lo t o t e o ye ar . As buoyant on the stormy main A a e d w e c a e a s p rt r k pp r . ’ Introduction to yamiesan s N orthern Anti quetees . Ballads and Romance s .

TRAD ITIONAL BALLAD S.

TH OMAS THE

ue homas la on Huntl an Tr T y y b k , ’ A fe rlie he spie d wi his cc And the re he saw a Lady bright ridin down th E o Come g by e ild n Tre e .

’ H er shirt was 0 the rass - re e n sil g g k , ’ He r mantle o the velve t fine

’ At ilka te tt of her horse s mane H un f lv l g fi ty si er b el s and nine .

’ ' rue homas he ull d afi his a T T p c p , And loute d low down to his knee All hail thou mi ht ue n f H a en , g y Q e o e v I Fo th d r y pe e r on e arth I neve r di se e .

0 no 0 no homas l she said , , T hat name doe s not elan to me T b g , I ambut the Que en of fair Elf-land t Tha amhither come to visit the e . — IV. 1 TRAD T I IONAL BALLADS .

ar and ar homas l sh sai H p c p , T e d ’ Harp and carp along w i me 1 dare to iss m l And if ye k y ips , our odie will Sure of y b I be .

tid me w e al etide me w oe Be e , b , v That w e ird shall ne e r daunton me . ’ ne he has kiss d he r ros li s Sy y p ,

All underneath the Eildon Tree .

’ ” Now e maun o wi me she said y g , , ’ True Thomas ye maun go w i me ; And e maun se rve me seve n e a s y y r , w al r w n t Through e o oe as may cha ce o be .

’ She s mounted on he r mil -white ste e d k , ’ ’ She s ta e n true Thomas up b e hind And a e wheneve r he r ridle ran y , b g,

The ste ed flew swifte r than the wind.

the rode on and farther on 0, y , e d ae d swif e r than h wind (The ste g t t e ) , ’ h r ach d a d s rt wide U ntil t e y e e e , w i And living land as left beh nd.

d wn li ht down now true homas I Light o , g , T And lean your he ad upon my kne e l Abide and re st a little Space I

And I will show yo u fe rlie s three .

0 se e e not on nar ow road , y y r S o thick be se t with thorns and briars ha is t ath of Ri hte ousne ss T t he p g , h f t w i i Thoug a te r i but fe nqu re s .

And se e ye not that braid braid road That lie s across that lily le ve n ha is th ath of Wic e dne s T t e p k s , - Though some call it the road to heaven .

TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

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’ ome he e ome he e fre el fe e C r , c r , ye y dl And lay your he ad low on my knee The he avie s t w e ird I will you re ad wa That ever s re ad to gay ladie .

mic le olour shall re O , k d ye d e , ’ ’ And aye the salt se as o e r ye se swim And far mair dolour shall ye dre e

On Estme re cra s whe n e the mclim. g , y b

! wei d e to a e r ast I r y fi y be , And re lie ved ye shall neve r be ill K e mion the in is son T p , k g , o Come t the crag and thrice kiss thee .

mic le dolo r i h dr e O , k u d d s e e , ’ And aye the sal t se as o e r she swam; And far more dolour did she dre e On Estme r a s w e n sh th m lam e cr g , h e e c b

And a e she cried for K emion y p ,

Gin he w ould but come to he r hand.

N ow wo d as o K m ion r h gone t e p , t w i is l Tha such a be as t as n h and.

” N ow m soo h said K emion , by y t , p , ’ This fie ry beast I ll gang and se e ! ” And m sooth said Se ramour by y , g , ’ w ’ M y ae brothe r 1 I ll gang i thee .

’ i nnie oat The n b gg d hae the y a bo b , And the y hae s e t he r to the se a ’ But a mile be fore the y re ach d the shore ’ fir Round the mshe gar d the re d e flee .

ramo r he oat a oat O Seg u l ke ep t b fl , ’ And le t her na the land o er-near K EMPION .

For this wicke d beas t will sure gae mad ’ ” And se t fire to a the land and mair.

S n has he en an ar las b w y c b t b t o , ’ d md an arrow a he An ai t r head, And swore if she didna quit the land ’ Wi that same shaft to shoot her dead.

0 ou f t w , t o my sty he I inna rise ’ (And it is not for the awe o thee ) ill K emion th in is son T p , e k g ,

Come to the crag and thrice kiss me .

’ He has loute d himo er the diz z y crag ’ Andgi en the monste r kisses ane Awa h a d a d s m s e g e , n again he ca e , T he fie rie st beast that eve r was se e n .

’ 0 ou o m st the winna rise , t y y I , ’ (And not for a thy bow nor thee) ill K mio n is so T e p n, the ki g n, C h d th i is m ome to t e crag an r ce k s e .

’ ’ H e s lout d himo e r the Estmere Cra s e g , ’ And he has gi e n he r kisse s twa ; Awa s ae d an a n she ame he g , d gai c , v w The fieriest beast that e er you sa .

0 out of m de n winna is , y I r e , ’ Nor fl e it f m h f ar 0 the e ro t e e e , ill K mion cou te ou ni ht T e p , that r s k g ,

Come to the crag and thrice kiss me .

’ ’ H e s l t lo r ou e d himo er the fty C ag, ’ And he has gi e n he r kisse s thre e Awa she ae d and a ain she came y g , g , Th ’ e lovelie s t lady e e r could be .

” And m sooth sa s K e m o , by y , y pi n, M ain t ue Love l—for his i she y r t s , TRAD T ONA I I L BALLADS .

’ d a h art 0 stane The y surely ha e , h Could put thee to s uc mise ry.

was it warwolf in the wood O , , me rmaid in e se a Or was it th , w i man or vile woman O r as t , My ain true Love 1 that mis -shaped thee ?

It wasna warwolf in the wood, Nor was i mermaid in the sea t , m wic e d ste -mothe r But it was y k p , And w ae and we ary may she be I

w i d shall li ht he r on O a he avie r e r g , Than e ve r fe ll on vile w oman hai shall row rou h and he r te eth row Her r g g , g

And on her four fe e t shall she gang.

n shall ta it her u on No e ke p y p , e sh nev r And re liev d shall e e be , mésw ood She a shall w on In Wor ye , ” Till St. M ungo come ove r the se a. And sighing said that w e ary w ight ’ I doubt that day I ll ne ve r se e .

THE B O Y AND THE M AN TLE.

In the third day of May To Carlisle did come A kind courte ous Child

That could much of wis dbm.

A kirtle and a mantle his Child had u on T p , With brooche s and rings Full richély hedo ne ;

He had a suit of silk About his middle drawn BOY AND THE MANTLE .

itho t he could of court s W u e y , He thought it much [scorn]

od s d the e in rth G pe e , K g A ur ! Sitting at thy me at ; And he oodl u n u n r t g y Q e e G e eve ,

I can not her forge t .

tell ou L rds in is hall I y , o I th , he tt ou all he I y e d, Ex ce pt you be the more sure r ” I r s fo you to dread.

’ He luck d out of his rterve r p po , o w l n w ll An d l nge r ou d ot d e , ’ He pull d forth a pre tty mantle

Be twe en two nutshell.

Have thou he e K in Ar ur r , g th ! Have thou he re of me ; Give it to thy comely Que en ! S hapen it is re ady.

! It shall never be come that wife ” That hath once done amiss. ’ Then every knight in the K ing s Court

Began to care for his.

Forth came dame Guenever ; To the mantle her belaid : The L d sh w n w -fan l a y e as e g e , ’ But ye t she was affray d.

’ When she had ta en the mantle She stood as she had be en mad It was fromthe top to the toe

As shears had it shred.

e whil w i u On e as t g le , An h whil a i ot er e w s t green, T AD T NAL BALLAD R I IO S .

Anothe r while was it [woaded]

Ill it did he r be see m.

Another while it was black And bore the w orsest hue ” B m t oth uoth K in Arthu y y r , q g r , ” I think thou be not true .

e hr w own t mantl Sh t e d he e , That bright w as of ble e Fast with a rudd re d T o her chambe r can she fle e .

She curse d the w eaver and the walke r That cloth that had wrought ; And bade a venge ance on his crown

That hithe r hath it brought.

had rathe r be in a w d I oo , U nde r a re e ne t e e g r , ’ Than in K ing Ar thur s Court ” Shamed for to be .

’ K ay call d forth his lady And bade he r come ne ar Says M adam! an thou be guilty h hol th I pray t e e d e e the re .

orth came his lad F y, Shortly and anon Boldly to the mantle

Then is she gone .

’ When she had ta en the mantle And cast it he r about Then was she bare Half h o [ er b dy out].

The n e very knight ’ That was in the K ing s Court THE BOY AND THE MANTLE .

’ ’ al d lau h d and sho T k , g , ute d

Full o ft at that sport.

She thre w down th mantl e e , That bright was of ble e ; Fas t with a re d rudd

To her chamber can she flee .

orth came an old ni ht F k g , ’ Pattering o e r a cre e d ' ’ And he profle r d to this little boy went ma s to his me e d T y rk ,

And all the time of the Christmas

illin l to fe W g y ed, For why this mantle might

Do his wife some ne e d.

’ he n she ha a mantl W d t en the e , Of lo h a w m c t th t as ade , She had no more le ft on her

But a tasse l and a thre ad

’ Then e ve ry knight in the K ing s Court Ba evil s de might she pe e d.

She thre w down h mantle t e , ha ri ht was of le T t b g b e , And fast with a re d rudd h r h To e c amber can she flee .

’ Craddoc call d o t hi lad k f r h s y, And bade her come in Saith Win this man Lad tle , y With a little din !

Win this mantle Lad , y ! And it shall be thine If thou ne ve r did amis s Sinc w min e thou as t e . I O TRADITIONAL

’ ddoc s lad Forth came Cra k y, Shortly and anon ; But boldly to the mantle

Then is she gone .

’ h n sh had ta e n the mantle W e e , d it r a out An cast he b , U p at he r great toe It be gan to crinkle and crow t wn mntle She said Bow do , a ! And shame me not for nought !

n e did amiss O c I , tell ou ce rtainl I y y , ’ ’ When I kiss d Craddock s mouth d a r e r U n e r g e en t e e , ’ ’ When I kiss d Craddock s mouth f ” Be ore h e marrie d me .

When she had her shriven d he r s i ha ol An n d t d, The mantle stood about her ht as w Rig she ould,

mél of olour See y c , Glitte ring like gold ’ Then eve ry knight in Arthur s Court d o Di her beh ld.

K I N G AR TH UR’S DEA TH:

O a M onda afte r rinit Su da n y T y n y, his attle fou hten could T b g be , Whe re many a knight crie d Well-away ! Alac the more it k, p y !

But u on Sunda in the evenin then p y, g , hen the K in in his li W g bed did e ,

12 TRAD TI NAL BAL I O LAD S .

That no man should no w e apons s tir ’ ithout s wo d aw mon s W r dr n g t the m se e .

For he durs t not his fa h r ust t e tr ,

Nor the fathe r the son ce rtainly. Alack ! this was a w oe ful case

As eve r was in Christentie .

But when the we e me t to e the r there y r g , And a e d f all hin as i s u gr e o t gs t ho ld be , ’ And a month s le ague the n the re w as Be fo e the a tle f u h should b r b t o g t e ,

An adde came forth f a ush r o b , ’ Stung one of K ing Arthur s K nights below his kne e Alack ! this w as as w oe ful chance

As ever w as in Chris te ntie .

The ni ht he found himw und d th r k g o e e e , And saw the w ild w ormthere to be His sword out of his scabbard he dre w as Al ! it was the more pity.

And when thos w o hos w wo e t ts sa s rd drawn , he oine d attle ce tainl T y j b r y, Till of a hundre d thousand me n f w O one side as le ft but thre e .

But all w e r l in that du st a ide e s a r b ,

But some away that did fle e . K ing Arthur upon his own party ms l v Hi e f ali e could be ,

And Lu in the Du e of los k k G te r, And Be deve r his butle r certainly ’ Th K in loo mt e e g k d about hi h re , A saw n nd his k ights all slain to be .

Alas ! the n said no le K in A hur b g rt , hat e ve r his si ht should see T t g I [ ] , ’ KING ARTHUR S DEATH .

To se e all m ood ni hts lie s y g k g lain, n r liv A d the t aitor ye t a e to be .

Lo whe re he le ans on his sword-hilt Amongst his de ad me n ce rtainly ! I will go slay himat this time N r at e tte r advanta hall him e ve b ge s I se e .

N a a e re m Lie th n h Du y ! st y h y ge ! e said t e ke , For love and charity For we have the battle w on F r ali w ar o ye t ve e e but three .

K in w ould no The g t be s uade d then, But his hors e then mounted he As his utle r hel e d himto horse [ ] b p , is ow ls us H b e g he d to his knee .

” Al ! then said no l K in Arthur as b e g , hat this si ht eve r se e T g I , To se e this good knight to be slain For love for to he lp me

ut hi s e ar into his r st He p s p e , An a is son e e l d t h he rod fi rce y, d th ou h im he re his s e ar he thr st An r g h t p u , fat o od A h mthorough his b y .

The son f t h mwounde d the e he el i r , And kne w his death then to be H e thrust hims elf u on hi s e a p s p r , e r inl And gave his fathe r a wound c ta y .

But there died Sir M ordre d

Pre sen tly upon that tre e . ’ But n rn d a ain or e re the K i g re tu g ,

His butle r w as de ad ce rtainly.

The l K i Ar hur n be spake himnob e ng t , These were the words said he : TRADI AL TION BALLADS .

Says Take my sword Escalbe rd romm sid fair and free F y e, , And throw it into this rive r he re ! ’ or all th use of w e a ons I ll F e p delive r up. ” H r unde rn ath e e , e this tre e .

The Du e to the river side h w ent k e , And his [ow n]sword in thre w he And the n he t Escal r ke p be d, I tell you certainly ;

d th n he came l K n An e to te l the i g. The K ing said Lukin ! what did thou se e ” N0 thin m Lie e l then said the Du g, y g ke , ” ll a I te you cert inly .

0 o a ain s th g g aid e K ing, For love and cha i r ty, And th ow m swo d into tha riv r y r t e r, ” That never I do it s e e !

The Du e to the rive r side he went k , ’ And the K ing s scabbard in threw he And still he e Escalbe rd k pt , ’ Fo i a r virtue s sake fa r nd fre e .

e m H ca e again to tell the K ing. The K ing said Lukin what did thou se e ? N o hin m Lie e ! the n said the D t g, y g uke , ll o I te y u ce rtainly.

0 o a ain Lu in s aid the K in g g k g, the one o Or f us shall de e . Then the Duke to the rive r side w ent ’ And the K ing s sw ord the n threw he

A hand and armdid me et that sw o d r , And fl i ’ our sh d thre e time s ce rtainly . KING ESTMERE.

He came a ain to tell the Kin g g,

But the K ing w as gone fromunder the tree .

to what lace h could no t But p e t ell, For ne ve r afte r he did himsee

But he aw a ar fromthe lan s b ge d go ,

And heard Ladie s how! an d cry ce rtainly.

K I N G E S TM ERE .

Hear en to me Gentle men k , ! Com an e , d you shall hear ’ I ll tell you of tw o of the boldest brethre n ha v r -w T t e e r bo n y e re .

The one of the mwas Adle r young The othe r was K ing Estme re They we re as boldme n in their dee ds

As an w re far an ar. y e , d ne

As th w e dri i l n win ey re nk ng a e a d e , ’ ithin K in Es tmere s hall W g , When will ye marry a wife ? brother ! f ” A wi e to glad us all .

hen es a e himK in Estm e T b p k g er , ’ And answer d himhastily I know not that lady in any land h l w T at is ab e to marry ith me .

K in Adland bath a dau hter rother ! g g , b M en cal l her bright and she e n I f we e K in h re n o ur stead I r g e i y , ” That lady should be Que en.

S a s R me rede m ar rother y e de , e , de b hrou hout me r En lhnd T g r y g , Whe re we might find a messe nger " Be tween us two to se nd. TRAD T NAL B 16 I IO ALLADS .

a s You shall ride ourself ro r S y y , b the ! ’ I ll be ar you company M an th ou h false me sse n e rs ar d y r g g e e ce ive d, ” And I fe ar le st s o should w e .

’ Thus the y [furnish d]the mto ride ’ Of two good [furnish d]ste e ds ’ And whe n the came to K in Adlan hall y g ds ,

Of re d gold shone their we e ds .

’ And whe n the came to K in Adlands hall y g , B f he ood a e e ore t g ly g t , There the y found good K ing Adland

Re aring himself the re at.

N w hrist the e save ood K in Adlhnd! o C , g g N ow Christ the e save and se e ! — w m K in Estme re Said You be elco e , g ! i Right heart ly unto me .

o hav a dau hte r said Adle r oun Y u e g , y g, M e n call he r bright and sheen would a e r to his wife M y brothe r mrry h , ” Of England to be Que en.

Ye ste rday w as at my dear daughter Br mor the K in of S ain Sir e , g p And the n she nicke d himw ith Nay ’ I fe ar she ll do you the same .

i i a foul a nim The K ing of Spa n s p y , And belie ve th on M ahound And pity it we re that fair lady

Should marry a heathen hound. — But grant to me says K ing Estmere For m lov ou ra y e , I y p y, That I may see your daughter dear ” Before I go hence away. KING ESTMERE.

Although it is seven years and more i e m au hte r was in hall S nc y d g , wn nc f r r sa e She shall come do o e o you k , é ” To glad my gue st s all.

wn then cam that maide n fair Do e , ith ladie s lace din all W p , And half a hundre d of bold knights w all To bring her frombo er to b , And eke as many gentle squires o w ai all T t upon them .

of old on r he ad set The talents g , he , Hung low down to he r kne e And e ve ry ring on her small finger

Shone of the crystal fre e .

a s Christ ou save m de ar M adam! S y y , y ” Says Christ you save and se e ! Sa s You be w elcome K in Es mere ! y , g t

Right welcome unto me .

And if ou lov m as ou sa y e e , y y, 50 we ll and he artil y, All that eve r you are come about Soon Spee d now it may be

Then bespake her fathe r dear My daughter I say N ay Remem r well the K in of S ain be g p , What he said yesterday !

He would ull down m ha p y lls and castles, And reave me of my life And eve r I fear that paynimK ing ” If reav w I e himof his ife .

our castles and our towe rs fathe Y y , r Are strongly built about - IV. a RAD T NA BA LAD 1 8 T I IO L L S .

And the re fore of that foul paynim not tand n We ne ed s i doubt .

i me our troth now K in Estmere Pl ght y , g B h ave n and our i ht hand y e y r g , That you will marry me to your wife ue n of And make me Q e your land.

hen K in Estme re he li ht his tr th T g p g o , av n and his ri h h By he e g t and, That he w ould marry her to his wife h And make he r Que en of is land.

h too le av of hat lad f And e k e t y air, To o to his own countr g y, To fe tch himdu e s and lo ds and ni ht k r k g s , i That marrie d the y mght be .

e had not ridde n scant a mile Th y , mile fo th of the town A r , But in did come the K ing of Spain ‘ With kempe s many a one .

But in did come the K ing of Spain man a rimbarbn With y g , ’ ’ Th one da to ma r K in Adland s dau hter y r y g g , ’ T othe r day to carry he r home .

Then she sent afte r K ing Estmere In all the s pe e d might be That he must e ither re turn and fight

Or go home and los e his lady.

O ne whil th n h h w e nt e e t e page e , Anothe r while he ran

’ Till he had o e rtaken K ing Estme re w I is he neve r blan.

Tidings ! tidings K ing Estme re What tidings now ? my boy !

20 TRADITIONAL BALLAI

That sword is not in all England hi c a w U pon s o t ill bite .

And ou shall be a har er rothe r y p , b ! Out of the N orth country ’ And I ll be o r bo o fain of h y u y s fig t,

To he ar your harp by your knee .

And you shall be the be st harper That e ve r took harp in hand And I will be the be st s inge r

That e ve r sung in this land.

It shall be writte n in our foreheads

All and in ramar e g y , That w e two are the boldest men ” That are in all Christentye .

’ And thus the y [furnish d]the mto ride ’ O n tw o good [furnish d]ste eds ’ And whe n the came to K in Adland s hall y g ,

Of re d gold shone the ir w e e ds.

’ And when they came to K ing Adlands hall U ntil the fair hall at g e , The re the y found a proud porte r Rearin g himse lf the re at .

Sa s Christ the e save thou roud orter ! y , p p ” Says Christ the e save and se e ! ” Now ou be welcome said the orter y , p , ” Of what l n v a d soe er ye be .

We een har e s said Adle r oun b p r , y g, Come out of the N orth country ; We e e n com hi l b e the r until this p ace , ” his ro w T p ud e dding for to se e .

Says An your colour w e re white and red s it i A s black and brown, KING ESTMERE. 2 I

’ I dsay K ing Estme re and his brother e r come un l t i t w W e ti h s o n .

’ hen the ull d out a rin of old T y p g g , ’ Laid it on the porte r s arm An v r we will thee roud orte r d e e , p p !

Thou wilt say us no harm.

Sore he loo e d on K in me re k g Es t , And sore he handled the ring ’ Then ope n d to the mthe fair hall gates f n He le t or o kind of thing.

King Estme re he light off his stee d Up at the fair hall board The froth that came fromhis bridle bit ’ i a L ght on K ing Bre mor s be rd.

Sa l th d thou roud har e r ! ys Stab e y ste e , p p Go stable himin the s tall It doth not bese ema proud harper ’ ” all To stable in a K ing s h .

” M l s li r h said y ad he is o the , e , ’ He w ill do nought that s mee t And aye that I could but find the man ” Were able himto beat.

” hou s s r ud words saidthe a nimK in T pe ake t p o , p y g, Thou harpe r he re to me There is a man within this hall ” Will be at thy lad and the e .

0 l t man com dow n he said e t tha e ! , A sight of himw ould I see ; And wh n h ha aten well m lad e e th be y , ” The n he shall be at of me .

Down then came the kemperye man And looke d himin the [eye] T 2 2 TRAD I IONAL BALLADS .

For all the gold that w as unde r heaven

H e durst not ne ar himnigh.

And how now ? e me said the K in of S ain k p g p , And how what aile th the e

a s It is w ritte n in his f r head He s y o e , n ama All and i gr rye , That for all the gold that is unde r he aven ” I dare not near himnigh.

’ in Estme re the n ull d forth his har K g p p , ’ An a d the r on so swe e t d pl y e , U pstarts the lady fromthe K ing

As he sate at the me at.

Now sta th har thou oud har e r ! y y p , pr p w a th ha sa N o st y y rp , I y ’ For an thou playe st as thou beginn st ’ Thou lt till my bride away.

tru n his har a ain He s ck upo p g , ’ And play d both fair and fre e Th la w as so l ase the re at e dy p e d , ’ She laugh d loud laughte rs thre e .

Now sell me th har said the K in of S a n y p g p i , Thy harp and the strings e ach one And as many gold noble s thou shalt have ” As there be strings thereon.

” And what w ould do with m har ? he said ye y p , If i ll ” I d d se it ye . To play my wife and me a fit hen a-be t t r w W d oge he e be .

Now sell me sir K in th ride so a , g ! y b g y, As she sits lace d in pall And as many gold noble s I will give

As there be rings in the hall. K NG E TMERE I S . 2 3

And what would e do with m ride so a y y b g y, If I did sell he r ye More se e mly it is for he r fair body ” To lie by me than thee .

’ He play d again both loud and shrill And Adler he did sing O lad this is th own true Lo y y ve ,

No h r ut a K in . arpe , b g

0 lad ! this is th own tru Love y y e , As plainly thou mayst see ’ And I ll rid the e of that foul paynim ” Who arts h Lo h p t y ve and t e e .

’ ’ The lad look d th lad blush d y , e y , ’ ’ An blush d and l ok a i d o d ga n , hile Adle r he hath d aw n i d W r h s bran ,

And hath Sir Bre mor slain .

U t n r m e e men p he ose the ke p ry , And loud the y gan to cry Ah traitors e hav slain our K in , ! y e g ” And therefore ye shall die .

Kin Estme re th ew the har aside g r p , And swith he drew his brand ; And Estme re he and Adle r young

Right stiff in stour can stand.

And a heir swor s o sor i e ye , t d s e can b t , hrou h hel of ramar e T g p g y , That soon the y have slain the kempe rye me n Or forc d th mforth to fl e e e e .

King Estmere took that fair lady And marrie d he r to his wif e , And brought he r home to me rry Englhnd

With her to le ad his life . D T TRA I IONAL BALLADS .

W I E S I R CA L N .

us lord mic l of mi ht Jes ! , k e g , t i d for us on the ood Tha d e r , T maintain s in all our ri ht o u g , That love s true English blood

Forby a knight I say my song Was old and full hard b y, Sir Rob e rt Bruce w ould forth to fight

Into I re land over the se a.

And in that land dwells a K ing Ove r all doe s be ar the [shine] ’ d with himthe re dw ll d a c h An e ourteous knig t,

M e n call himSir Cawline .

A d he bath a lad to his dau ht n y g er, Of fashion she hath no pe e r ’ K ni hts an ds th w oo d he r g d lor e y both,

Truste d to have be en her [fere].

Sir Cawline love d he r est of an b y, But nothing durst he say To discre e ve his counsel to no man ; But de l lov this a ar y e d [my].

Till it be fe ll upon a day Great dole to himwas dight ’ The maiden s love re moved his mind; - t To care bed we nt the knigh .

ne while he s ad hi arms himfrom O pre s , And crie d so pite ously ’ For the maiden s love that I have most mind a a This d y my comfort me, Or else ere noon I shall be dead w Thus can Sir Ca line say. SIR CAWLINE.

he n our arish mas s ha it w W p t t as done , And our K in was oune to n g b di e , He says Whe re is Sir Cawline That was wont to se rve me wine ?

’ But then answer d a courteou ni s k ght, a t of his hands wrin in F s g g, ’ Sir Cawlin s sic and li to b e k , ke e dead ” Withoute n good le e ching.

Fetch ye down my daughte r dear ! She is a leech full fine ; A ! and ta e ou dou h and th n re d y k y g e bake b a , For full loa would him th I tine .

his lad is one to his chamer T y g b , He r maidens following nye ” 0 well she aith how dot m lord? , s , h y sic ! n a h O , k agai s ith e .

But rise u wi htl man for hame p g y, s , N ever lie so cowardly ’ I t is told in my father s hall w l For my love you i l die .

I t is for ou love fai ad y r , r L y That all this dole I drie B ut if ou w ould comfort me with a iss y k , he n w e re rou ht from ale to liss T I b g b b , ” No longe r here would I lie .

Alas so w e l ou now Sir K ni h l y k , g t ! I can not be your For some dee ds of arms fain would I do T h o be your hatc eler.

U pon Eldridge Hill the re grows a thorn Upon the moors broding ; RAD T NA T I IO L BALLADS .

n wo ld ou Sir K ni ht w a th re all ni ht A d u y , g ke e g To day of the othe r morning ?

or th Eldrid e K in that mic le of mi t F e g g, is k gh , Will e x amine you beforne ; And there neve r was man bare his life away ” Since the day that I was born .

will for our sa e Lad But I y k , y ! a on th ents so own W ke e b br , ’ And I ll e ithe r bring you a ready token ’ r ll never come to ou w O I y [do n].

i lad is one to he r cham e r Th s y g b , Her maide ns following bright ; And Sir Cawline gone to the moors so broad o wa e he al i For t k t re l n ght .

U nto midnight the moon did rise He walke d up and down And a lightsome b ugle the n he ard he blow O ve r the be nts so brown s e An c ance come till m he art Say h ry y , f wn I amfar romany good to .

’ And he spie d e en a little himby in an ll A furious K g d a fe , And a lady b right his bridle le d s l it was to te ll That eemy [ ].

’ And fast he call d upon Sir Cawline 0 man ! I re de the e fly ; or if cr anc me unto th heart F y e co y , ’ ’ ” mafe ar d l s t ou must i I e t h d e .

He says [ No]cryance come s to my heart ’ Nor i faith I fe ar not thee ’ au t fo For be c se thou ming d not Chris be re ,

The less me dre ade th the e .

2 8 TRAD TI NA BA I O L LLADS.

And a Giant that was both still [and stark] ’ He le ap d now the mamong And u on his swi e five he ads he ar p r b e , U nmakely made [and strong]

’ And he dran the n of the K in s wine k g , And he put the cup in his sle e ve And all the y trembled and we re wan

For fe ar he should themgrieve .

’ ” I ll te ll the e mine e rrand K in ! he sa s , g y , Mine e rrand what I do he re For will urn th te mles hi h I b y p g , ’ I ll v u hte r Or ha e thy da g de ar, O r else on yonde r moor so broad ” hou shal fi T t nd me a p e e r.

’ The K ing he turu d himround about Lo d in he a t he was w oe ( r r ) , Says I s the re no knight of the Round Table This matte r will unde rgo

Av ! and he shall have my broad lands And ke e p the mw ell his life an so h shall m dau h er de ar Ay l d e y g t , ” To be his wedde d wife .

s o r Cawlin And then to d up Si e , His own e rrand for to say ” would to God Sir ! said Sir Cawline I , ,

That Soldan I will e ssay.

Go fe tch me down my Eldridge sword

For I won it at fray. Bu awa w ai h be nd Soldan t y ! a ay s d t e , ” Thou tarrie st me he re all day.

n i wli The hend Soldan a d S r Ca ne , ’ The y fought a summer s day ; IR L E S CAW IN . 2 9

Now has he slain that he d n Soldan , And rou t his fi v b gh e heads away.

And the king has be taken himhis broad lands And all his venison

[Again somet/ling miss ing ]

B l nd so road ut take you to your a s [ ]b , And brook the mw ell your life For you promise d me your daughte r dear ” To be my we dde d wife .

” Now m faith th n sa s o K in by y , e y ur g, For that w e w ill not strive ; For thou shalt have my daughter dear w f ” To be thy e dde d wi e .

The other morning Sir Cawline rose B th in da y e dawn g of the y , unto n he di o And a garde d g , His matins for to say And that be s ie d a fals e st w rd p e a , ’ A shame s de ath that he might die !

d h let a lion out of a an An e b d, Sir Cawline for to te ar ; And he had no w e a on himu on p p , o w Nor no we ap n did ear.

ut h oo the hi mantl of re en B e t k n s e g , ’ In the lion s mouth it thrust He held the lion so sore to the w all ’ ll t r Ti the lion s heart i b ast .

And the w atchme n crie d upon the w alls ’ And said Sir Cawline s slain !

’ Then the K ing s daughte r she fell down ” o rle i i F r pee ss s my pa n .

0 e ac m Lad a s ir awlin p e , y y ! s y S C e , h v l v I a e bought thy o e full dear. T RAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

” e ace m Lad ! sa s Sir C wlin 0 p , y y y a e , ” Pe ace La for am , dy I he re .

' he n he did mar this K in s u T ry g da ghte r, With gold and s ilve r bright And fifte e n sons this lady bare To Sir Cawline he n t k ight.

’ THE E ARL OF MAR S DA UGH TE R.

I t was intill a l asan im p e t t e , ’ U on a simmer s da p y, ’ The noble Earl of Mar s daughte r

Went forth to sport and play.

’ And as she play d and sporte d Below a e en aik t e e gr r , The re she saw a sprightly doo n Se t o a branch sae hie .

O Coo-my-doo my Love sae true ’ If e ll come down to me y , ’ ’ Ye se hae a cage o gude re d gowd ’ Instead 0 s imple tre e .

’ ’ I ll tak ye hame and pet ye w ell ’ Within my bow e r and ha ’ I ll gar ye shine as fair a bird ’ As any 0 them

And she hadna the se words w ell s o e p k , Nor e t these w ords w ell s ai y d, Till Coo -my-doo fle w frae the branch

And lighte d on her he ad.

Then she has brought this pretty bird ’ Hame to he r bow e r and ha And made himshine as fair a bird ’ ’ As ony o thema . ' EARL or MAR S DAUGHTER .

hen da was ane and ni ht wa come W y g g s , A out the evenin tid b g e , This lady spied a bonny youth Stand strai h u he r si g t p by de .

” 0 whenc cam e ? oun man sh sai e e y y g ! e d,

To put me into fe ar. My door w as bolte d right se cure ” What way hae ye come he re ?

0 hand our ton e e lad fair ! y gu , y y ’ Le t a your folly be Mind ye not on your turtle -doo ’ Ye coax d fromat? the tre e

” wha are e ? oun man sh i O, y y g ! e sa d, What country come ye frae ? ” flew across the se a he said I , , ’ w b i a T as ut th s ve rr day.

” M mither is a ue en he sa s y Q , y , Likewise of magic skill ’ ’ w as she that turn me in oo T d a d , T w ’ o fly he re er I w ill.

And it was but this verra day That I came owre the sea : love d ou at a s n le l o I y i g o k , ’ i h ou I W t y ll live and dee .

O Coo-my-doo my Love sae true ! ’ ” Na a e mair fr e me ye se gae . ’ hat s ne ve r m inte nt m Love T y , y

As i shall b sa . ye sa d, it e e

’ There he has lived in bow e r wi her For an e s and ane sax l g y ar , i n sons to he are T ll sax you g hims b , n ’ And the seve th she s brought hame . 2 TRADIT ONA 3 I L BALLADS .

’ But aye as soon s a child was born H car ied the maw a e r y , ’ And ou ht themto his mither br g s care ,

As fast as he could fly.

’ ’ Thus has he stay d in bower wi he r For se ve n ears and mair y , ’ Till the re came a lord 0 high renown

To court that lady fair.

' Bu till his roflers he r fu t s p s e se d, ’ And a his presents too ’ Says I mcontent to live alane ’ - - Wi my bird Coo my doo .

Her fathe r sware an r ath ang y o , ’ He sware it wi full will To-morrow e re I e at or drink ’ ” at ir ll ll Th b d I surely ki .

Th ir was si tin in his c e b d t g age , And he ard what he did say ’ He u d u o the wi dow ill j mp p n n s , ’ w w ” Tis time I as a ay .

Then Coo-my-doo took flight and flew Beyond the raging se a ’ And lighte d at his mithe r s cas tle

U pon a tower sae hie .

Th his mth r w as wal i t e Quee n i e k ng ou , T t o d o se e wha she c ul se e , And the re she saw he r darling son

Set on the tow e r sae hie .

” Ge t dancers he o dance she said re t , , And minstrels for to play ’ For he re s my dear son Florentine ’ ” Come back wi me to stay. EARL or ’ THE HAR S DAUGHTER . 33

Ge t nae danc rs to danc mi e e , ther ! Nor minstrels for to play ’ or mi m se v n sons F the ther o y e , ’ - ” The morn s her wedding day.

N ow tell m e son lor ntin e , d ar F e e 0 tell and ell me t ue , t r , Tell me this day without delay ” sh r What all I do fo you.

d of an to dan mither ! Inste a d cers ce , r mins la O trels for to p y, Turn four and tw enty wall-Wight me n Li e stor s in f athe rs re k k , e g y ;

M y se ven sons in seven swans Aboon the ir he ads to flee ’ o h w And I mysel a gay g s a k, ’ A bird 0 high degre e

’ The n sighing said the Queen to hers el ’ That thing s too high for me B ut she applie d to an auld woman

Wha had mair skill than she .

’ I nste ad o dance rs to dance a dance , r min l O stre ls for to p ay, Four and twe nty wall-Wight me n ’ ’ Tumd birds 0 feathe rs grey ;

H is seve n sons in se ve n swans

' Aboon the ir he ads to flee ’ dhe hi a a shaw An msel g y go k, ’ A bird 0 high degre e .

’ This flock 0 birds took flight and fle w Be yond the raging se a ’ tl And, landed ne ar the Earl Mar s cas e ,

Took shelte r in every tree . TRADITIONAL BALLADS .

’ They were a flock 0 pre tty birds Right comely to be se e n ’ The wedding gue sts the y look d at the m w n n While alki g o the gre en .

These birds fle w up frae bush and tree ’ And lighte d on the ha And when the w e dding train came forth wn ’ Flew do amang thema .

T r the se iz e d the olde st men he sto ks y b , That the y couldna fight nor fle e The s wans the y bound the bridegroomfast

U nto a gre en aik tre e .

he fl w around th id -maide ns T y e e br e , ’ Around the bride s ow n he ad ’ ’ And in the twinklin 0 an e e d n The bri e a d the y were fled.

S I R ALDI N GAR .

O ur K ing he kept a false ste ward ’ M en call d himSir Aldingar.

He would have lai w ith our come l ue en n y Q , He r dear worship to betray O ur ue n sh w a ood woman Q e e as g ,

And eve rmore said himNay.

Sir Aldin ar s w o h in mind g w a r t , With he r he was ne ve r conte nt But he sought what me ans he could find out I v n a fire to ha e he r bre nt .

’ h r am lam in s ate T e e c e a e laz ar to the K g g , A laz ar was blind and lame He too the laz ar u on his ac k p b k , ’ On the Que e n s be d has himlain.

TRADITIONAL BALLADS .

I u w rt a man as thou art n n f tho e , o e , Here [now]thou shoulde st [die] B a air of new allows shall be ut p g built, ’ e m Thou lt hang on th so high .

And fair fire there shall be be tt And bre nt our Quee n shall be e n ’ e n wal d our comel K in Forth th k y g, wi o l And me t th ur come y Que en .

ou ave our Says God y s , Que en, Madam! And Christ you save and se e ! Here ou have chosen a n w n w l y [ ] e e ove ,

And you will have none of me .

If ou had chosen a ri ht ood ni ht y g g k g , The less had be en your shame But you have chosen a laz ar man ” That is both blind and lame .

Ever alac said our comel ue en k y Q , ’ Sir Aldingar s false to me But e ve r alac said our comel u n k y Q ee , and w m Alas , oe is e !

had thou ht swev ns had neve r n I g e bee true , I have prove d themtrue to-day ’ dreamd in m sweven on hursda at v I y T y e en, whe la In my bed re as I y,

’ dr amd the r e and a riml eas I e g yp , g y b t, Had car ie d m crow n awa r y y , M or t and m irtl of ld y g ge , y k e go , And all my fair be ad [array]

How he would have w orried me with his tush

And orne m in o his n t b e t e s , Saving there came a little hawk l i o F y ng ut of the Eas t, I DINGAR S R AL . 37

Saving the re came a little hawk hich me n call a M e lion W r , U nto the ground he struck himthen

That dead he did fall down.

If ! we re a man as amnon , I e , A attle would rove b I p , I would fight with that false traitor At himI cast my glove !

See in ama le no attl to ma e g I b b e k , You must ra me m li i h g nt , y ege a kn g t To ht with that t aitor Aldin ar fig r g , ” T n i o mai ta n me in my right.

’ I ll ive thee fort da s said our K in g y y , g, To seek thee a man the rein If thou find not a man in fo t da r y ys , ” In a hot fire thou shalt brinn .

Our Que e n se nt forth a messenger ; t in He rode fas to the South , He rode the countries through and through m So far unto Ports outh .

He could find neve r man in the South country w l That ou d fight with the knight so kee n.

The second me ssenge r the Que en forth sent Rode far into the Eas t ; — But ble sse d be God made sun and moon !

He Sped the n all of the be st.

As he rode then on rive r s id by e e , The re he me t with a little child ’ He se emed no more in a man s li ne , ke ss , h n il f T a a ch d of our ye ars old.

’ ’ He ask d the Que en s me ssenge r how far he rode Loath he was himto tell TRAD TI NAL BA L I O L ADS .

(The Little One was offended at him) Bade himadie u fa ewell , r

Said urn thou a ain thou messe n r T g , ge ! Gre e t o ur Que e n w ell fromme h al i at hi h st oot is at ne x t W e n b e s g e , b , H ou h th e ma elp en g e r y be .

Bid our ue e n eme m e r what sh did dre am Q r b e , In he r be d whe reas she lay ’ h dre amd the r e and the riml e ast S e g yp , g y b , ad ar d he r rown awa H c rie c y ,

He r or et and he r irtle of old g g , k g , Also her fair be ad [array] He would have w orrie d he r with his tush And borne her to his nest [away]

avin the e cam a little haw S g r e k, Me n call hima M e rlion

t nd h id st i him U n o the grou e d r ke , d w That de ad he did fall o n .

Bi th ue e n be m r a h r h d e Q e r y t e eart, Eve r more light and glad hen ale is at hi he st oot is at ne x t W b g , b , He lp enough there shall be

’ The n the Que en s me ssenge r rode back A gladde d man was he Whe n he came before our [comely]Que e n

A glad w oman the n w as she .

She ave the me sse n er twe nt ounds g g y p , 0 Lord in gold and fee Says Spe nd and spare not while this doth last The n fe tch thou more of me

Our ue en was ut in a tun o urn Q p , t b ; She thought but death [at le ast] I R ALD A S ING R. 39

The y w e re ware of the Little One Came ridin fort g h of the Eas t .

With a M u[le upon which he rode] A love ly child w as he Whe n he came to that fire He light the Que e n full nigh

Said Draw aw ay the se brands of fire Lie urnin f our u n b g be ore Q e e , And f ch m h r ir in e t e ithe S Ald gar, That is a knight so ke e n

h n ldin ar saw that Littl n W e A g e O e , Full little of himhe thought If there had een a hund e d such b r ,

Of themhe w ould not have wrought .

He said ome hith r ir Aldin ar C e , S g ! Thou se eme st as big as a foode r ’ I trust to God e re I ve done with the e ” God will send to us good s ugre .

’ S a s h t that s ive n Sir Aldin ar ! y T e first s roke g , g I will give unto the e And if the se cond give thou may Look then thou spare not me

’ The Little One pull d forth a well good sword wis it w as all of ilt I g , I i v ld t cast l ght the re o e r that fie ,

It shone so all of gilt.

He struc th r st at Aldin ar k e fi st roke g ,

He struck away his legs by his knee .

Sa s Stand u t h f l e traitor ! y p , s and up , t ou a s And fight upon thy fe et For an thou riv as in th e thou beg s, ” Of a h i h e g t we shall be me e t. TRAD T ONAL BA AD 40 I I LL S.

ri st a rie st ! sa s Aldin ar A p e ! p y g , M e for to howz el and shrive rie st a iest sa s Aldin ar A p pr y g , ’ While I ma man living alive .

I w ould have lain by our comely Quee n To it she would never conse nt

h a h r to o I t ought to be tr y e ur K ing,

In a fire to have he r brent.

’ her cam a lame laz ar to the K in s a e T e e g g t , A laz ar both blind and lame

laz ar on m ac I took the up y b k , ’ In the Que e n s be d I did himlay d mli s ill laz ar ! where he la I ba e hi e t , y, L h w nt not aw a ook e e y, I would make hima whole man and a souud

I n two hours of a day .

v l sa s ir Aldin ar E e r a ack y S g ,

Falsing doth never we ll.

r ive fo ive me ue e n M adam Fo g , rg , Q ’ For Christ s love forgive me f v hi d ath Aldin ar God orga e s e , g ! ” And freely I forgive the e .

ow ta e th wife thou K in Harr N k y , g y And love he r as thou [shall] Thy w ife she is as true to thee w l As stone [in]the cas tle al .

The laz ar under the gallow s tre e Was a pre tty man and small The laz ar unde r the gallow s tre e ’ nr Was made stewardin K ing He y s hall. R CE CHILD MAU I .

CHI LD M AURI CE .

l M au Chi d rice hunte d the silver wood, H hunte d it roun a out e d b , And no od he found the e in b y r ,

Nor none the re w as without.

And he took his silver comb in his hand To comb his ye llow locks ;

me hi her thou little foot a e He says Co t , p g Runne th lowly by my kne e ’ For thou shal to o wife t go J hn Ste ward s , r h r w And p ay e spe ak ith me .

nd as it falls out man ims A , y t e As nots e e n nit on a e ll k b k k , And mer ha men one l av d n c nt g to e e Lon o , ith r t war or sell E e o buy e ,

And r hou d hat La w ll g e e t t o t dy e ,

Eve r so w ell fromme .

And as it fal s out man times l , y As an he art can thin y k , As schoolmaste are in an sc ool house rs y h , i in w an i k Wr t g ith pe n d n ,

f w a For i I might as ell as she my, w This night I ould with her spe ak .

h d n And ere I se n her a mantle of gree , As gre en as any gras s And bid he r come to the silve r w ood To hunt with Child M aurice

A nd h r a i of old nd there I se e r ng g , A ring of pre cious stane TRADITIONAL BALLAD!

And bid her come to the s ilve r w ood , Le t for no kind of man

One while this little bo he od y y e , Anothe r while he ran

’ U ntil he came to John Ste ward s hall

I wis he neve r blan.

And of nurture the child had good Ran up hall and bowe r free And whe n he came to this Lad fair y , Says God you save and se e

amcome fromChild M auri e I c , A message unto the e And Child M aurice he gre ets you w e ll nd v r o w l fromme A e e s e l ,

And as it falls out ms , oftenti e As knots be e n knit on a ke ll r me chant me n on le ave London O r g e to , Ei her to bu or sell t y ,

And as oftentime s he gre e ts you well As an he art can hin y t k , O r schoolmaste rs in any school Writing with pe n and ink

And h r h e nds a mantl f e e e s e o gre en, As re en as an as g y gr s , And he bids you come to the silve r wood To hunt with Child M aurice

A h r h s nds ou a rin f o d nd e e e e y g o g l , A ring of the pre cious stane He ra s ou to come to the silve r wood p y y , ” Le t for no kind of man .

Now e ace now e ace thou little foot a e p , p , p g ! ’ For Christ s sake I pray thee

TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

m aith now Child M aurice And by y f , ” The one of us shall die . ” ow m troth said Child M aurice N by y , , ” And [that]shall not be I .

’ l f h i h r w sw ord But he pul d ort a br g t b o n , i d it on the ass And dr e gr , h mo o d And so fas t e s te at J hn Stewar , r h has I wis [no e st e ].

’ h u l d f rth his ri ht own sw rd The n e p l o b g br o , And drie d it on his sle e ve And the first good stroke John Steward struck

Child Maurice head did cleave .

’ ric e d it on his sw ord s oint And he p k p , We nt singing the re be side n h rod ill he came h Lad fair A d e e t to t at y ,

Whe reas his Lady lie d.

’ And says Dost thou know Child M aurice If that thou dost it s e e ? And lap it soft ! and kiss it oft ” r Thou love dst himbe tte than me .

’ h M ’ h But when she look d on C ild aurice e ad, She neve r spake w ords but three neve r are no child ut one I b b , u ha slain him trul Yo ve , y !

b m r mn ll Says Wicked e y mer y e a , ave mea d in and cloth ! I g t , r k , But could the y not have holden me When I was in all [that]wrath ?

For I have slain one of the courteousest knights That e ve r be strode a stee d So have I done one [ of]the faire st ladies ’ ” w w n That eve r ore oma s we ed. GLAS GE RI ON .

GLAS GER]01V.

’ las e rion was a in s wn G g K g o son, And a harpe r he was good ’ H e har ed in the K in s ham p g c ber, h r W e e cup and candle s tood.

’ And so didhe in the ue n s hambe r Q e c ,

Till ladies wax e d w ood. ’ Then u e a th n s dau ht r p b sp ke e K i g g e ,

And thes e words thus said [good].

S aid Stri e on stri e on las erion ! k , k , G g Of thy striking do not blin ’ ’ The re s never a stroke come s o er thy harp Bu ” t it glads my he art within.

” F air mi ht him fall Lad ! uoth he g [ ] , y q . Who taught you now to spe ak I have loved ou Lad seve n ears y , y y , ” M y he art I durst near bre ak.

But come to m owe r m las erion y b , y G g

Whe n all me n are at re st. As ama lad tru of m romis I y e y p e , w u ” Thou shalt be a elcome g e st .

om h am la erion H e t e n c e G sg , A lad man lo d was he g , r ; And come thou hithe ac m bo r , J k , y y ! Come hithe r unto me

’ F or the in s dau hter of N rmand k g g o y, Her love is [mine anon] And at he r chambe r must I be ’ Be fore the cock have craw n . TRADITIONAL BALLAI

” But come ou hither maste r u y , ! q oth he La our head down on this s n y y to e , For will wa en ou m t r I k y , as e dear

Afore it be time to be gone.

But up then rose that lithe r lad And did on hose and shoon A collar he cast upon his neck ’ He seemd a gentle man .

’ And when he came to the lad s chame r y b , He tirle d upon [the]pin Th lad was true of he r romise e y p ,

Rose up and le t himin.

’ He did not kiss that lady s mouth Whe n he came nor whe n he yode And sore mis trusted that lady ’ o hurl l He was of s me c s b ood.

But home then came that lithe r lad

nd o And did of? hose a sh on, And cast that collar fromabout his ne ck ’ He was but a churl s son .

” w uoth he m mas e A ake n ! q , y ter d ar ! ” b one I hold it time to e g .

hen rose ood Glas e rion Up t g g , And did on both hos e and shoon And cast a collar about his ne ck w i i o He as a K ng s s n.

’ And whe n he came to that lad s chame r y b , He tirle d upon [the]pin ; The la w an romi e dy as more th true of p s , Ro se up and le t himin. GLASGER ION .

Says Whe ther have you left with me Your bracele t or your glove ? O r are you re turne d back again To know more of my love

las rion wor ll G ge s e a fu gre at oath, B oak and ash and th rn y o , Lady ! I was neve r in yo ur chamber ” Sith the time that I was born.

0 the n it w as your lithe r foot page False ly hath beguiled me ’ And the n she pull d forth a little pe nknife hat han d he r ne e T ge by k , ’ Says The re shall neve r no churl s blood ” rin w i hi d Sp g t n my bo y .

H ome th n w ent las rion e G ge , A man d w woe , goo ! as he a s Come thou hither ac m bo ! S y , J k, y y Come thou hithe r to me !

F or if had il d - i I k le a man to n ght, J ack ! I would te ll it the e ’ But if have not kill d a man o- i ht I t n g , t ” J ack ! hou has t kille d thre e .

’ And he pull d out his bright brown sword And drie d it on his sle e ve ’ And he smote off hat li he lad s head t t r , ’ And ask d no man no le ave .

’ H e se t th w ill his east e s ords point t br , The pummel till a stone Through the false ness of that lither lad l v These three i e s were all gone . RAD T ONA T I I L BALLADS .

TAMLANE .

’ for id e maide ns a O I b y , That w e ar gowd on your hair ! To come or ae Carte rhau h g by g ,

For young Tamlane is the re .

’ he re s nane that aes ar rhau h T g by C te g , But maun le ave hima wad

Eith r ow d rin s or r n ma l s e g g g e e nt e , ” O r e ir m n o lse the aide h od.

But u the n s a e her fair ane t p p k , J , ’ Th f ir k e a est of a he r in , ’ I ll come and gae by Carte rhaugh ’ ” And ask nae le ave 0 him.

She has kilte d he r gre en kirtle A little abune her kne e And she has braide d he r yellow hair

A little abune her bre e .

’ ’ ’ ’ She has prink d he rsel and pre e n d hersel ’ By the ac light 0 the moon ’ And she s awa to Carterhaugh ’ To spe ak wi young Tamlane .

A w m o Car e rha h nd he n she ca e t t ug , She a d e side the w ell g e b , And the r h f nd his st e s e ou e ed standing, ’ But he wasna the re himse l .

’ She hadna u d a re d re d ro p se , A ose but a e l thr r b r y e e , Whe n up and st arte d young Tamlane ; Says Lady le t a-be

’ Says Why pu ye the rose ? Jane t ! What gars ye bre ak the tre e ? TAMLANE .

O r why come ye to Carte rhaugh ’ Withouten leave 0 me

Carte rhau h it is mine ain Says g , My father gave it me ’ and ae Carterhau h I ll come g by g , ’ ” And ask no leave 0 the e .

’ ’ H e s ta e n he r by the milk-white hand m e l ave s s r n A ang th e o g e e , And sair and mickle w as the love f twa That ell the be tween.

’ The truth e ll te ll to me Tamlane ! y , (A w ord ye maunna le e) Gin ever ye was in holy chapel ’ ” Or sain d in Christentie .

’ e t u h I ll ll to th e an Th r t te e , J et ! A w ord I winna le e ’ I w as ta e n o the ood church doo t g r, ’ And sain d as w ell as the e .

Randol h Earl M urra was m sire p , y , y , Dun a E l M arch was thine b r , ar , e love d w n w e w e re hildre n small W he c ,

Which yet you well may mind.

’ ’ hen w o st ru 0 nin W I as a b y ju tu d e , M unc e n for m y l se t e , ’ To hunt and haw and ide wi him k r ,

And ke ep himcompany.

he ca w nd ou f o th T re me a i t o the N r , A sharp wind and a snell nd a de a l e came over me A d s e p , And frae my horse I fell I — V. 4 T A R DITIONAL BALLADS.

’ e n 0 airies e i e The Qu e F k pp t m,

In yon gre en hill to dwe ll.

nd w ould neve r tire an t A I , J e ! I n air -land to dw ll F y e , But aye at ilka se ven ye ars The y pay the tithe to He ll ’ And amsae fat and fair 0 e sh I fl , ’ ’ I fear twill be mysel .

’ his ni h is Hallow -E e n an T g t , J et ! The morn is Hallow -Day in e dar o tru Lov win And g y e y ur e e ,

Ye hae nae time to stay.

i - ’ The night it s good Hallow E e n, Whe n fairy folk will ride And she that would he r true Love win

At Mile s Cross she maun bide .

And ye maun gae to the Mile s Cross Be twe e n twe lve hours and one

hol wat in o Take y e r y ur hand, ’ And cas t a compas s roun

And how shall I the e knaw ? Tamlane And how shall he e naw I t k , Amang sae many unearthly knights The like I ne ver saw ?

m an a The first co p y th t passe s by, Sa na and let the m ae ! y , m g The ne x t co pany that passes by, a na and d ri h s ae S y , o g t The thi d coman t a asse s r p y h t p by, ’ ’ hen I ll a T be ne o thae .

For will ride on a mi -white s d I lk tee , ’ Wi a gold star in my crown

TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS

And up the re rose an eldritch cry ’ ’ H e s won amang us a

’ The y shape d himin fair Jane t s arms An as bu and a ke , t a sn ke She held himfas t in eve ry shape To be he r in tr ma e a ue k .

The y shape d himin he r arms at last A mothe r-nake d man She cast he r mantle ove r him ,

And sae he r true Love w an .

’ U then s a e the ue e n 0 airie s p p k Q F , ’ O ut of a bush o broom ’ She that has borrow d young Tamlane Has gotte n a stately groom!

’ U the n s a th n 0 airi p p ke e Quee F es , ’ O ut of a bush o rye ’ ’ She s ta e n aw ay the bonnie st knight I ’ n a my company .

’ But had nn d Tamla e she sa s I ke , n y , A lad w ould o ow he y b rr t e , ’ w ould ha ta e n out th wa a e I e y t gr y e n, ’ Put in twa e en o tre e .

’ ” Had but enn d Tamlane l she sa I k , ys , Before e came frae hame y , ’ ’ would hae ta e n out our heart 0 esh I y fl , ’ Put in a heart 0 stane .

’ ’ Had I but had the wit yest re en hat hae f this da T I co t y, I had paid my kane se ven time s to Hell ” Ere you had been won away. T P SIR PA RICK S ENS. S3

S I R PATRI CK S PENS .

The K ing sits in D unfe rmline town Drinking the blude -re d wine 0 whe e will et a s e e l s i r r I g k y k ppe , ’ ” To sail this ship 0 mine ?

he n u and s a e an e lde rn ni ht T p p k k g , ’ Sate at the K ing s right knee S ir Patrick Spe ns is the be st sailor ’ ” That eve r sail d the sea.

ur K in ha w ri n a raid l t e r O g s tte b e t , ’ And scal d it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens

Was walking on the strand.

To Norow a to Norow a y, y, To Noro wa ove the faem y, r ’ The K ing s daughte r of Norow ay ’ Tis thou maun bring her hame .

h st lin ha ir Pa ri read T e fir e t t S t ck , a lo d au h d h S e u , loud l g e e ne x t lin hat Sir Patric ead The e t k r ,

The tear blinde d his e e .

wha is thi has done this dee d O s , ’ K in 0 me Has told the g , ’ To se nd us out this time 0 the ye ar To sail upon the sea ?

’ ’ ’ ’ e t win w t il be l B d, be t e e t, be ha , t s e et, O ur ship must sail the faem ’ The Kin s au hte of Norowa g d g r y, ’ ” T me is we must fe tch her ha . 54 TRADITI ONAL BALLADS.

The y hoisted the ir sails on M onenday mbru ’ ’ Wi a the spe e d the y may And the y hae lande d in N oroway

Upon a Wode nsday.

he hadna e en a we e a w k T y b k , ee , In Noroway but twa ’ When that the lords 0 N oroway Began aloud to say

’ ’ Ye Scottishmen s pend a our K ing s gowd ’ And a our Que e nis fe e Y l e e le e e lia s l e e , y , y r oud! ’ h ar le Fu loud I e ye e .

’ For I brought as much 0 the white monie As ane m me n and m g y e , ’ And a half-fou o the gude re d gowd ’ Ou ow s a m t re the e wi e .

’ M ake read ma e re ad m me rr men a ! y , k y , y y ” O o ur gude ship sails the mrn . N ow eve r alack ! my mas ter dear ! f l I ear a de ad y storm.

’ w w n ’ n I sa the ne moo late ye st re e , ’ Wi the auld moon in he r arm; And if w an to s a maste e g g e , r !

I fe ar we will come to harm.

’ he had a sail d a le a ue a le a ue T y n g , g ,

A le a u b t. are l th e g e u b y r e , hen the lift r w da and th wind lew loud W g e rk , e b ,

And gurly grew the se a.

The anchors rake and m la b , the top asts p , I t was sic a deadly storm And t e wave s cam o r n shi h e wre the b oke p , ’ Till a her side s w ere torn . S IR PATRI CK SPENS . 55

0 whe re will I ge t a gude sailor To ta e m he lmin hand k y , ill e t u to th tall to mast T I g p e p , f ” To see i I can spy land.

0 he re amI a sailor gude To take the helmin hand Till you go up to the tall topmas t ’ ’ But I fe ar you ll ne e r spy land.

ha n ane a a ste H e d a g ste p , p , A s but are l ane te p b y , n fl w t f o oodl shi Whe a bolt e ou o ur g y p ,

And the salt sea it came in .

’ fe h a n claith Gae tc web 0 the silke , ’ Anit e o t twine h r he , ’ d wa r s hi s side An p the minto ou p ,

And le t na the se a come in.

’ ’ l laith The y fetch d a we b 0 the si ken c , i ’ wi An the r o the t ne , ’ And the y wapped theminto the gude ship s

But aye the se a came in.

laith l i we o r de Scots lords O , a th re u gu ’ w t - shoon To e e t he ir cork he el d , ’ ’ But lang or a the play w as play d n They wat the ir he ads abu e .

lan lan ma th ladie s sit O g, g y e ’ Wi the ir fans into their hand, Be fore the y se e Sir Patrick Spe ns

Come sai ling to the strand.

And ma he maide ns sit lang, lang y t , ’ w i h i h ir Wi the go d ka ms in t e r a , w in l A aiting for the ir a de ar oves , ’ For themthe y ll se e nae mar. AD TRADITIONAL BALL S .

Half owre half owre to A e rdour , , b , ’ It s fifty fathomde ep d the e lie u ir Pat ic S e ns An r s g de S r k p , ’ Wi the S cots lords at his fe e t.

CHE VY CHACE .

THE FI RST FYTTE .

u of No thum e land The Pe rcy o t r b r , And a vow to God made h e That he w ould hunt in the mountains o within da s th e e At Chevi t y r , I n the maugre of doughty Douglas a v r wi h him And all th t e e t be .

The fatte st harts in all Cheviot, He said he w ould kill and carry themaw ay ” B m faith said the dou ht Dou las a ain y y , g y g g , ” I w ill le t that hunting if that I may.

h n h Pe r ou of Ba ou h am T e t e cy t mbor g c e , With hima mighty me any i fte e n hund e d a che rs of lood and one W th fi r r b b ,

The y w ere chose n out of shire s three .

i an on M onda at mo n Th s be g y r , I n Che viot the hills so hie

e child ma rue that is un orn Th y b , i I t was the more p ty .

The drivers through the woods w ent For to raise the de er

’ B wm bi k d on he n o e n c er up t be t,

With their broad arrows clear.

e th wi d wood we n Th n e l [de e r]through the s t, On eve ry side she ar ho nd hr u h h r v l nt Gre y u s t o g t e g o es g e ,

For to kill the deer. V CHE Y CHACE. 57

The y began in Cheviot the hills above Early on a M onenday By that it dre w to the hour of noon undr d f h A h e at harts de ad t ere lay.

l w mo h They b e a rt on t e bent, They asse mble d on side s she ar ; To the quarry the n the Pe rcy w ent To se e ri l n of e th b tt i g the de er.

’ He said It w as the Douglas promise This day to me e t me he re But I wist he w ould fail ve rame nt w A gre at oath the Pe rcy s are .

At last a squire of N orthumbe rland ’ Look d — a i h d f , t h s an ull nigh ’ H e w as ware o the dou ht D ou las comin g y g g, ith hima mi h m n W g ty ea y,

B oth with s e ar ill and rand p , [b ,] b I t w as a mighty sight to s e e H ardie mn oth of he a t nor han d r e , b r ,

We re not in Christentie .

The w ere tw ent hund e d s earmen ood y y r p g , ithoute n an fail W y , he we e o n alon w at r of we e d T y r b r g by the e T , In b - the ounds of Teviot dale .

” Le ave f? th i tlin of h he aid o e br t g t e dee r ! s , And to your bows look ye take good hee d! ’ F or sith ye w e re 0 your mothe rs born ” H ad ye neve r so mickle ne e d.

The doughty Douglas on a stee d H e rode at his me n be forne ’ H is armour glitte r d as did a glede

A bolde r baron ne ve r was born. TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS.

” ll m what men e are he sa s Te e y , y , O r whose me n that ye be Who gave you leave to hunt in this Che viot Chace in the spite ofme

man that e ve r himanswe made The first r , It was the good Lord Percy w l not tell thee what me n w are We i l e , Nor whose me n that w e be

But we will hunt he re in this Chace

i an I n spite of th ne d the e .

The fastest harts in all Cheviot ’ d and as to We have kill c t carry away . ” m troth said the dou ht Dou las a ain By y , g y g g , The one of us shall die this day !

art a lo d of land But Percy ! thou r , I aman e arl in my country and Le t all our men on a party st , And do the battle of thee and me

’ ris s rse on his crown said the L rd P r Ch t cu , o e cy, Whosoever the reto says N ay ! ” B m roth dou ht Dou las ! he sa s y y t , g y g y ,

Thou shalt ne ve r see that day,

h in En land S cotland no Ne it er g , , r France , mn of a w man N or for a o born, B ut and fo tune be m chance , r y , dare me et him one man for one I , .

h a s uir f N l d T en be sp ke a q e o orthumbe r an , Richard Withe rington was his name ” It shall nev r b ol in u En land he sa s e e t d S o th g , y , To K ing Harry the Fourth for shame

wo re a lo des wa I t ye be g t r t , oor s uir of land I ama p q e ,

TRAD T I IONAL BALLAD S .

Many a freke that was full free That under foot did light

At last the Douglas and the Pe rcy me t Like two captains of might and main ’ he swa d to e the r till the oth sw eat T y pp g y b , i h w rds tha w o fi n i W t s o t e re f e M lan.

These w orthy frekés for to fight h re to the w e full fain T e y re , Till the blood out of the ir basne ts sprent i As e ve r did ha l or rain .

Hold the e Pe c ! said the Dou las r y g , ’ And i faith I shall the e bring ’ Whe re thou shalt have an e arl s wages

Of amie our S cottish in . J , k g

alt hav th mfre Thou sh e y ranso e , I hight the e hear this thing For the manfullest man ye t art thou ’ That eve r I conque r d in field fighting.

Na ! th n aid h lord Per y e s t e cy , told it the e beforne I , That I would neve r yielde d be

To no man of a woman born .

With that the re came an arrow hastily Forth of a mighty w ane It hath stricke n the Earl Douglas I n a - n at the bre s t b a e .

Thorough live r and lungs baith The sharp arrow is gane That never after in all his life-days He spake more words but ane hat w as i h e m me r men ! whil e T F g t y , y r y es y - ” For my life days been gane . A CHEVY CH CE.

The Perc leaned o h ra d y n is b n , And saw the Douglas de e H e took the de ad man by the hand And said Woe is me for the e !

To have save d thy life I would have parted with landé for e a s th e My s y r r e , F or a be tte r man of he art nor of hand ” Was not in all the North country .

f all t a cot ish kni h O tha se e S t g t , ’ Was call d Sir Hugh M ontgomery H e saw the Douglas to de ath w as dight ; ‘ nd d a s ar a tr tr e He spe e pe , usty e

H e rode upon a course r hro h a hund e d arche r T ug r y, H e neve r stinte d nor never blan o Till he came to the g od lord Percy.

He se t upon the lord Pe rcy A dint that was full sore With a sure spe ar of a mighty tre e rou h the od the Pe r or Clean tho g b y cy b e ,

m mi h s e At the othe r side that a an g t e , i A large cloth yard and ma r . Two be tter captains we re not in Christentie

Than that day slain were there .

An arche r of Northumbe rland Saw slain w as the lord Pe rcy r n - w i his hand H e ba e a be d bo n , Was made of trusty tre e

An arrow that a cloth yard w as long ’ To the hard ste el hail d he A dint that w as both sad and sore

He se t on Sir Hugh Montgomery. TRAD TI N 62 I O AL BALLAD S .

The dint it was both sad and sore That he of M ontgome ry se t The s wan fe athe rs his arrow bore - l w With his heart b ood we re e t.

he re was neve r a fre ke one foot would fle e T , i in tou i s n But st ll s r d d ta d, win on ach othe r while the mi ht dr He g e y g ee ,

With many a bale ful brand.

This battle begun in Che viot fore th noon An hour be e , And whe n e ve n-song he ll was rung

The battle was not half done .

e t o on on e ithe r hand Th y o k , , By the light of the moon Many had no strength for to stand

In Ch viot the hills a oon. e , b

Of fifte en hundre d arche rs of England We nt away but fifty and thre e Of tw enty hundred spe ar-men of Scotland But eve n five and fifty

w But all were slain Cheviot ithin,

They had no stre ngth to stand [or fle e ]. The child may rue that is unborn

It was the more pity.

There w as slain with the lord Percy ir ohn of A e rstone S J g , ir Ro e r the b nd Ha tle S g [ e ] r y , i ill S r W iamthe bold He m.

Sir George the worthy Love ll A ni ht of r at e nown k g g e r , Sir Ral h th rich R u p e gby,

With dints we re be ate n down. H CHEVY C ACE .

For ithe ri m h art w W ngton y e as woe , hat e ve r h lain should b T e s e , F r w e ot h l s w re w tw o h n b h is eg e ye n in o , ’ t he kn l an f Ye e e d d ought on his kne e .

The re was slain with the doughty Douglas Sir H h Mont omr ug g e y, Sir David Liddel that worthy was ’ His s r so was he ( iste s n ) , — Sir Charle s a M urray ln that place n ve a f ot w ul flee That e r o o d , ir H h w —a lord he was S ug Max ell ,

With the Douglas did he dee .

So on the morrow the y made thembiers Of birch and haz el [and slae] M any widows w ith w e e ping te ars

Came to fe tch their mates away.

Teviotda e ma car of care l y p , N o thu r mbe rland may make great moan, F or two such captains as slain w e re there O n w the March parts shall neve r be kno n. W ord is come unto Edinborough, To amie the co ish in J , S tt K g, That dou ht Dou l t nan of the Marche s g y g as , lie u e t , l He ay slain Cheviot within .

His hands did he weal and wring ; He said Alas and woe is me ! ” S uch anothe r a in tland within c pta Sco , a ’ He s id, i faith should never be .

d i c v Wor s ome unto lo ely London, ill the fourth Harr our Kin T y , g, at Lo d P c lie u nant of h s Th r e r y , te the Marc e ,

He lay slain Cheviot within. TRAD TIONAL BALLAD I S .

” God have me rc on his soul ! said K in Ha y g rry , f w ill i Good Lord i thy t be . I have a hundred captains in England As good as e ver w as he But Pe c ! an oo m life , r y I br k y , Thy de ath w ell quit shall be

As our no le K in made his avow b g , Li e a no le rince of enown k b p r , For the de ath of the lo rd Pe rcy He did the a tle of Humble d wn b t o ,

Whe re s ix and thirty Scottish knights On a day we re be aten down ’ l ndale litte r d on their armour ri h G e g b g t ,

er castle tow e r and town . Ov , ,

This was the Hunting of the Cheviot That te ar began this spurn Old me n that know the ground w ell e nough B Call it the attle of Otterburn.

At Otterbumbegan this spurn U pon a M one nday he re w as the dou ht Dou las slain T g y g ,

The Pe rc never w e nt awa . . y y

here w as ne ver a time on the Ma ch a T r p rts , Since the Dou las and the Pe rc me g y t, But it was marvel an the re d blood ran not

As the rain does in the stre e t.

J esu Christ our bales be te And to the bliss us bring hus w n of T as the Hu ting the Cheviot. God send us good ending ! N I E F BRAEDI L JOH O S EE.

0HN 1E OF BRAEDI SLEE 7 .

ohnie rose u in a M a mornin J p y g, ’ Call d for w ate r to w ash his hands Gar loose to me the gude gre y dogs ’ That are bound wi iron bands !

’ ’ W en hn ie s mith a word 0 that h J o e r g t , He r hands for dule she w rang ; ohnie for m e nison O J y b , To the gree nwood dinna gang !

’ Enough ye hae o the gude [white ]bre ad ’ And e nough 0 the blude -red wine And the re fore for nae venison I pray ye s tir [for

’ But ohni has busk d his ud -b w J e g e bend o , His ows ne on arr o by e , And he has gane to D urisde er T h n d e d w o unt the du e r o n .

As he came down e rriemas by M s , And in the e nt line b y , The re has he Spied a de er lying ’ ne in A ath a bush o l g.

ohnie he shot and the dun de er la J , p , He w ounde d he r on the side And atw e e n the w ate r and the brae His houn h have laid h r id ds t e y e pr e .

And ohnie h s i le d he de e sae we el J a br tt t r , ’ He s had out he r live r and lungs ’ And wi the se he has fe aste d his bludy hounds ’ As if the y had been e arls sons . — lV. 5 B LLA TRADITIONAL A DS .

’ he a so m 0 th v nison T y e t uch e e , ’ And d an sae much 0 the lude r k b , ’ That Johnie and a his bludy hounds

Fell asle ep as the y had be en [w ood].

And by there came a s illy auld carle An ill de ath mote he die For he is awa to Hislinton

he h v i W re t e Se e n Fore ste rs l e .

What ne ws what ne ws ? ye grey-he aded carle What ne ws bring ye to me ” in no news said the re -he ade d carle I br g , g y ,

Save what the se ee n did s e e .

As came down M rri mas s I by e e , And down aman th s ro s g e c gg , ’ The bonnie st child that e e r I s aw in an Lay slee p g am g his dogs .

The sark that w as upon his back ’ Was o the holland fine And the double t which w as over that ’ Was o the lincome tw ine

The buttons that we re on his sle eve ’ We re o the gowd sae gude The gude grey hounds he lay amang ” he i mo hs w r i T r ut e e dye d n blude .

hen out and s a e the irs t o ste T p k F F re r , ’ ’ The he ad man 0 the ma

’ If this be ohnie o Brae disle J e , ” Nae ne a e w il w d r r l e raw .

But up and spake the Six th Fore s t e r ’ (His siste r s son w as he ) ’ If this be ohnie o Brae disle e J , ” W so n e o shall gar himde e .

6 TRAD T A 8 I ION L BALLADS .

But w ae be tide that silly auld carle An ill de ath shall he de e For the highe st tre e on M e rrie mas s ’ ” o nin s e Shall be his mr g f e .

’ No w ohnie s ude e nd-bow is o J g b br ke , And his ude e do s are lon g gr y g [ e]. nd is d lie s de ad in D u i d A h bo y r s e er,

And his hunting it is done .

M ABE N HAR THE L OCH PER .

’ he a d e na 0 a s ill lind ha e O r y y b rp r, How lang he live d in Lochmabe n town nd how he would an to fair En an A g g gl d, ’ To ste al the Lord Warde n s Wanton Brown ?

But st he aed to his udew ife fir g g , ’ ’ Wi a the haste that he could thole

” ’ his w a uo th he w ill ne e T rk , q , r gae w e el ” Without a mare that has a foal.

Quoth she Thou hast a good gre y mare That can lance owre baith low and hie ’ Gae set thee on the gre y mare s back ’ And le ave the foal at hame wi me

S h i u to En land ane o e s p g g , And e ve n as fast as he can dree And whe n he came to Ca lisle e tt r y , w h 0 who as t e re but the Warden he .

ome to m hall thou ill lind har C y , s y b pe r ! And of thy harping le t me he ar ! ” m sooth uoth the s ill lind har O by y , q y b pe r , ’ ” I a d r the r hae stabling for my mare . TH E L CHMABEN P O HAR ER .

’ The a de n look d ove r his le ft shoul W r de r, And said unto his stable -groom ’ Gae take the silly blind harp e r s mare And tie he r be side my Wanton Brown

Then aye he harpe d and aye he carpe d ’ Till a the lordlings footed the floor But an he music w as sae w e et d t s , - r The y have forgatte n the stable doo .

And aye he harpe d and aye he carpe d ’ Till a the noble s w e re fas t asle e p

' Then quickly he took afl his shoon And saftl down th s i did c e e y e ta r r p .

Syne to the stable door he hie d ’ Wi tre ad as light as light could be ; ’ And when he o e n d it and ae d in p g , he he fo nd hi d nd th T re u t rty ste e s a re e .

He too a colt-hal e f ae his hose k t r r , ’ And 0 his purpos e he didna fail ' ’ He sli d it ove the anton s nos e pp r W , ’ And tie d it o hi re ma s tail t s g y re .

’ H e turn d the mloose at the castle e tt y , Owre moss and muir and [hill and]dale ’ And sh e le th anton ait e ne r t e W b , n But held himgaugi g at her tail .

’ The ma e she w as i ht sw ift 0 foot r r g , he n fail o fin d th wa S did a t e y, For she w as at Lochmabe n yett A lan h h g thre e ours before t e day.

’ he n sh cam to the ha e r s door W e e rp , ’ The re she gi e d mony a niche r and sne er ; ” Rise ! uoth the wife thou laz lass ! q , y Le t in thy maste r and his mare TRAD TIONAL BALLAD 70 I S.

n r se ut on he r clae s The up she o , p , And looke d through at the look-hole ” m sooth the n uoth the lass O by y , q , r n a w w O ur ma e has gotte bra bro n foal.

n ou i w Come haud thy to gue , th s lly e nch ! ’ The moon s but glancing in your cc ; ’ ’ I ll w ad my haill fe e gainst a groat ’ ’ wi He s bigge r than e e r our foal ll be .

Now all this while in merry Carlisle The harpe r harpe d to hie and law And the fie nd dought the y but liste n himto ’ a a daw U ntil that d y beg n to .

on the mo n at fai da -li ht But r r y g , ’ Wh n e had e nde d a the i che er e th y r , Behold the Wanton Brown was gane ’ And e ke the poor blind harpe r s mare .

Alas alas uoth the cunnin auldhar r q g pe , And eve r alas that I came he re ! ’ co and I ve lost a aw col -foal In S tl br t , ’ m ud In England the y ve s tole n y g e gre y mare .

me ce ase th alassin thou sill lind har e Co y g, y b p r ! And again of thy harpings le t us he ar nd w eel aid shall th colt-foal be A p y , n o h l a f t ma A d th u s a t h e a ar be t e r re .

The n aye he harpe d and aye he carpe d Sae sw e e t w e e the har in s he le t the mhe ar r p g , H e was aid for th foal h had ne ve r los t p e e ,

And thre e times owre for the gude grey mare . W K INM ONT ILLIE .

K [ NM ON T WI LLI E.

’ O hae ye na he ard 0 the fause Salke ld ’ O hae ye na he ard 0 the ke en Lord Scr00pe ’ H ow the hae ta e n auld K inmn illi y b o t W e , b i O n Hairi e e to hang h mup .

ad lli a b t tw nt mn H Wi e h d u e y e , But tw en me n as stout as he ty , ’ al a n v r h nmont a n Fause S ke ld h d e e t e K i t e , ’ an Wi e ight score in his comp y .

un is l s n a h the ste ed The y bo d h eg be e t , h i his hands e hind his ac T e y t e d b b k , v s o o ac side The y guarde d himfi e me n e h , l ac And the y brought himow re the Liddel r k . ’

l d imow e the Liddell rac The y e h r k , al o ou h h Carlisl sa ds And s thr g t e e n , he rou h himto Ca lisle Castle T y b g t r , ’ rd cr To be at my Lo S oope s commands .

M hands are tie d but m ton ue is f ee y , y g r , nd wha will da this d d avow A re e e , answ the Bo de law Or e r by r r , Or answe r to the bauld Buccle uch ?

Now haud th ton ue hou an re ive r y g , t r k ’ The re s ne ve r a Scot shall se t ye fre e Be fore ye shall cross my castle ye tt ’ ow l I tr ye shal take fareweel 0 me .

e ar na tha m lo d uoth illie F ye t , y r q W , ’ B the faith 0 m od Lo dScroo e he said y y b y, r p , I neve r ye t lodged in a hostelry But I paid my lawing be fore I gae d TRAD IT ONAL BA D I LLA S .

Now w ord has ane to the auld K e e g b pe r , ’ In B an some Ha w he e that he la r k r y, ’ That they hae ta e n the K inmont Willie ’ Be twe e n the hours 0 ni ht an d g d ay.

’ ’ He has ta e n the ta le wi his hand b , He gart the re d w ine s pring on hie ’ ” N ow Ch is t s curse on m he ad h sai r y , e d, ’ But ave n ed of Lord Scr00 e I g p ll be .

’ 0 is my basne t a widow s curch P ’ Or my lance a w and o the w illow tre e ’ O r my arma lady s lily hand That an English lord should lightly me

’ And have the ta e n him K inmont lli y , Wi e , Agains t the truce of Borde r tide And forgotten that the bauld Buccle uch Is K eepe r he re on the S cottish s ide ?

’ Andhave the ta e n him K inmont illie y , W , Withoute n e ithe d e ad or fe ar r r , And forgotte n that the bauld Buccle uch Can back a ste e d or shake a spe ar ?

0 we re the e war e tw e e n the lands r b , As weel wot that the e is nane I r , I would slight Carlisle Castle hie ’ Though it we re builde d o marble stane !

w ould se t that castle in a low I , ’ And slocken it wi English blood ’ The re s neve r a man in Cumbe rland Should ken where Carlisle Castle stood

’ B t since nae war e twe e n th lands u s b e , And the e is a and e c hould r pe ce , p a e s be , ’ I ll ne ithe harmEn lish lad nor lass r g , And yet the K inmont freed shall be W L I K IN M ONT I L E. 7 3

’ h call d himfor Ma chmen a l H e as ty r b u d, e insme n to the auld Buccle uch We r k b , ’ W i s u on he e l and s lent on s auld p r p p , ’ And love s 0 re e n and feathe s g g r blue .

’ The re we re five and five be fore the ma ’ Wi hunting horns and bugle s bright ; ’ fi nd fiv am wi u And ve a e c e Buccle ch , ’ ’ Like Warde n s me n array d for fight

And five and five li e a mason an k g g, That carrie d the ladde rs lang and hie And five and five like broke n me n ’ nd o he re ach d th oodh l A s t y e W ouse e e .

’ ’ w he ba a a And as e cross d t te ble l nd, h n to he En lish side w e held W e t g , ’ ’ The first 0 me n that w e me t wi Wha should it be but the fause Salkeld

Whe re he ye gaun P ye hunte rs ke e n uoth fause Sal eld come tell to me Q k , We gae to hunt an English s tag ’ ’ as r s as s d on th ots count H t e p e Sc ry .

Whe re be ye gaun ye marshal men uo h fause Sal eld come te ll me t ue Q t k , r W e gae to catch a rank re ive r ’ n f ith wi th auld Has broke a e b Buccle uch .

Whe re be ye gaun ye mason lads ’ ’ Wi a your ladde rs lang and hie . ’ We gae to harry a corbie s ne st hat wons not far f ae od ou l T r Wo h se ee .

Whe re be ye gaun ye broke n men uoth fause Sal eld come tell to m Q k , e ’ N ow Dic ie o Dr hO e le d that and k y p b , ’ And the neve r a word 0 lear had he . RAD IT AL 74 T ION BALLADS .

Why tre spass ye on the English side Row -fo ou l ws stand uoth he ote d t a , q ; w d had Dic ie to sa The neve r a or k y,

Sae he thrust the lance through his fause body.

n on w e held for Ca lisle own The r T , ’ And at Staneshaw -bank the Eden cross d ’ e wate w as e at and mic le o ait Th r gr k Sp , B v a man o w ut the ne e r n r horse e lost .

’ n w w r ach d the tane shaw - an A d he n e e S b k , The wind w as rising loud and high ; th lai d a t le av our na s And the re e r g r e g , For f ar that he should stam a d n i h e t y p n e g .

wh n we left the Stane shaw - an And e b k , The wind began full loud to blaw ’ wa w d and w e and fir and l But t s in t, e s e et, ’ n a l w Whe n we came be e th the cast e a .

r on nee s and held our re ath We c e pt k , b , ’ ’ l w lac d our la d a ain the w a Ti l e p e d e rs g , ’ And sae re ady w as Buccle uch himsel ’ munt th rs t for s a To o e fi be e u .

’ H has ta e n the w atchman h th oat e by t e r , He has fl ung himdow n upon the le ad Had th e not e e n e ace e tw e n the land e r b p b e s , ’ Upon the othe r side thou dst gaed

N ow sound our trum ts uoth Buccle uch pe ! q , ’ Let s w ake n Lord Scr00pe right merrily ’ Then loud the Warde n s trumpe t blew ’ ” O wha dare meddle wi me ?

hen s e e dil to wo we ae d T p y rk g , ’ And raised the slogan ane and a ’ And cut a hole through a she e t 0 le ad ’ And sae w e wan to the castle ha .

TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS

nd mon a tim uoth K inmont illie A y e , q W , ’ ’ I ve prick d a horse out ow re the furs ’ But sin the day I back d a ste ed

I ne ve r wore sic cumbrous spurs .

W s a e had w on th Stan shaw - an e c rc e e b k , ’ he n a the Carlisle e lls w ere run W b g, And a thous and me n of ho s n oot , r e a d f , ’ Came w i the ke en Lord Scroope along.

’ Buccle uch has turn to Ed wate d e n r , ’ Eve n whe e it fl w d f ae an to im r o r b k br , ’ ’ And he has lun e d in w i a his and p g b , An saf l sw e a d e y amth mthrough the s tre m.

’ He tu u d himon th farth r si r e e de , And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he An e li e na m visit in me En land y k y rry g , ” In fair Scotland come visit me l

’ All sore as tonish d stood Lord Scroo e p , He stood as still as rock of stane He scarcel dare d to t ust his e es y r y , n When through the wate r the y had ga e .

’ ’ He s ithe r himsel a devil f ae Hell e r , Or else his mithe r a witch maun be I w ouldna hae ridde n that w an w ate r ’ ” For a the gowd in Christentie .

AMI E TELFER y .

I fell a out th r i mas id t b e Ma t n t e , h u B d orn and ha W en o r order s te e s ge t c y, ’ ’ The Captain o Bewcastle hath boun himto ride ’ And he s owre to Tividale to drive a prey. AM IE TELFER J . 77

’ The rst ae uide that the me t wi fi g y , It was high up Hardhaughswire ’ s cond uid h e me t w i The e g e t at th y , w It was laigh down in Borth ickshire .

What tidings what tidings ? my trusty guide Nae tidin s nae tidin s hae o g , g I t the e ’ But e ll ae o the fai D gin y g t r odhe ad, ’ ’ ” M on a cow s calf I ll let th s e y e e e .

And whe n the came to the fai Dodhead y r , Right hastily the y clomb the pe el ’ he loose d the k e o ut ane and a T y y , , And ansha le d h i w l r k the o use r ght e e .

’ N ow Jamie Te lfe r s he art w as sair The te a a e ollin in his cc r y r g , ’ e led w i the a ain o ha his ar H p C pt t e ge , else ve n ed e wo ld Or re g h u be .

’ ’ The Captain turn d himround and laugh d ; ’ Said M an the re s nae thing in thy house B ut ae auld s w o d without a sheath r , hat ha dl now w uld f a mous T r y o ell e .

The sun w as na u but th moon was down p , e , ’ ’ w a e r min o ne w -fa n snaw I t s th g y g , J amie Te lfe r has run te n mile s a-foot w D h ’ ’ Be t e e n the od e ad and the Stobs Ha .

n whe n he came to the fai tow r t A d r e ga e, He shoute d loud and c ie d we e l hie r , Till out be s pake auld Gibbie Elliot ’ Wha s this that brings the fray to me

’ ’ I t s amie e lfe o the fai Dodhe ad I , J T r r , And a harrie d man I trow I be ’ The re s nae thing le ft at the fair Dodhead ’ ” But a wae fu wife and bairnie s thre e . TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

’ Gae se ek your succor at Branksome Ha ! ’ For succor ye s e ge t nane frae me . Gae se e k your suce ur whe re ye paid black-mail ’ man ne er i For ! e a d mon t m. , y p e y o e

’ Jamie has turn d himround about I w ot the tear blinde d his e e ’ ’ ll r a ail to Elliot a n I ne e p y m gai , ’ And the fair Dodhead I ll ne ve r se e .

’ M hound ma a run maste le ss y s y r , h w ma frae r e o t My a ks y fly t e t re e , l r ma ri m vassal ands My o d y g p y l ,

For the re again I maun ne ve r be .

’ He has turu d himto the Tiviotside

Eve n as fast as he could dree ,

Till he came to the Coultart cle uch. t And the re he shou ed baith loud and hie .

The n up bespake himauld J ock Grie ve ’ Wha s this that brings the fray to me ? ’ ’ It s ami lfe o fair D h ad I , J e Te r the od e ,

A harrie d man I trow I be .

’ The re s nae thing left in the fair Dodhe ad a r n wif an irnie But g e e ti g e d ba s thre e , ’ ’ And sax poor calve s stand i the sta ’ ” A routing loud for the ir minnie .

lac f r w uoth auld o Gri v A k o ae q J ck e e , Alack ! my he art is sair for the e For I w as mar ried on the e lde r sister ’ thr And you on the younge st o the ee .

’ ’ n e s a e n ou a onnie lac The h t t b b k , ’ i ht w e el fe d w rn and ha Was r g i co y, ’ s se amie e lf r on his a And he t J T e b ck, - l fr To the Catslock hil to take the ay .

TRADITIONAL BALLADS

’ Warn Wat o Harde n and his sons ! ’ Wi themwill Borthwick-w ater ride arn a diland and Allanhau h W G u s , g , ilman le u h and Commo - And G sc g , n side

Ride the ate at Priesthau hswire by g g , ’ And w arn the Currors o the Le e As e ome down the He mita e la y c r g S ck , ’ Warn doughty Willie o Gorrinbe rrie

The Scots the rade the Scots the ran y , y , Sae s tarkly and sae s te adily ’ And aye the owre word o the thrang ” Was Ris e for Branksome re adily !

h w as d ive n the Frost le e u T e ge ar r y p , rae t e Fros t le e unto the lain F h y p , ’ Whe n Willie has look d his me n be fore ’ r And saw the kye right fas t d ivin .

Wha d ive s this k e an illie sa r y g W y, ’ ” a To make n o utspe ckle 0 me . ’ ’ It s the Ca tain o Be wcas le Willie I , p t , ” ne m a for h I winna lay y n me t ee .

’ 0 w ill ye le t Te lfe r s kye gae back ? ’ O r will ye do aught for re gard 0 me ? ’ ” Or the faith 0 m od uoth Willie S ott by y b y, q c , ’ ’ I wa e m dam s calfs in on h se r y e k t ee .

I winna le t the kye gae back N or for thy love nor ye t thy fe ar ’ But I w ill drive Jamie Telfe r s kye ’ In spite of e ve ry S cot that s he re .

e t on the m lads uoth Willie the n S , q , F e lads se t on themcruell ! y , y For e re the y win to the Ritte r -ford Mony a toomsaddle the re shall be I JAM E TELFER . 8 1

’ ’ h till a d wi he and an T e n t the y g e , art h d, The blows fell thick as bicke ring hail n mon a horse ran maste rle ss A d y , n o l w a A d mony a c me y che ek s pale .

But illie was stric e n ow e the he W k r ad, And through the knapscap the sword has gane And Harde n rat for ve r r g y age ,

Whe n Willie on the ground lay slain .

’ ’ But he s ta e n aff is ude s e el h g t cap , ’ And thrice he s w ave d it in the air

’ The Dinlay snaw w as ne e r mair white ’ ’ N or th l ar loc e y t ks o Harde n s hair.

Reve nge ! re venge ! auld Wat gan cry F e lads la on h mcrue y , y t e lly ’ ’ We ll ne e r se e Tiviots ide again ’ O r Willie s death reve nge d shall be .

0 mon a horse ran mas te rle ss , y , ’ The splinte r d lan ce s fle w on hie ; But e re the w an to t K e rsho -f y he pe ord,

The Scots had gotte n the victory.

’ oc 0 Bri hamthe re w as s a J k g l in, ’ And oc o Barlow as he ar sa J k , I y ’ ’ And thirty mair o the Captain s men La lee din th o y b g on e gr und that day.

’ The Ca tain was run th ou h th thi p r g e ck o thigh, And broke n was his right leg bane If he ha liv d is h dr d e th un e d ye ar, He had ev n e r bee n love d by woman again.

Hae ac th k e th Ca tain sa b k y y e p id, De ar kye I trow to some the y be For gin I should live a hundre d ye ars ’ There will ne e r fair lady smile on me — IV. 6 TRADIT A A AD 82 ION L B LL S .

’ hen word is ane to the Ca tain s ride T g p b , Even in the ow e r whe e that she la b r y, ’ That he r lord w as prisone r in e nemy s land Tividale a l the w Since to he h d e d ay.

’ w uld lour d hae had a windin -she e t I o g , ’ And he l d to ut it ow re his he ad p p , ’ Ere he d be e n di sgrace d by the Borde r Scot When he owre Liddel his men did le ad

’ he e was a w ild allant aman us a T r g g , ’ His name w as Wattie w i the Wuds rs pu , Cried O n for his hous e in Stanegarthside If ony man will ride [of ours]

he n the came to the Stane arthside W y g , ’ The y dang wi tre e s and burst the door ; ’ ’ The y loose d out a the Captain s kye f la And se t them orth our ds be fore .

was an auld w if a ont th fir The re e y e e , ’ ’ A w e e bit 0 the Captain s kin ’ W a da e loose out the Ca tain s k e h r p y , Or answe r to himor his me n

’ It s W attie Wuds urs loose the k e I , p , y , I w inna layne my name frae thee ’ will l s ut th a tain s k e And I oo e o e C p y , ’ ” In scorn of a his me n and he .

When they came to the fair Dodhe ad The y we re a w elcome sight to see For inste ad of his ain te n milk-kye a l h J mie Te fer as gotte n thirty and three .

And he has paid the re scue shot ’ ’ Baith wi gowd and w i white monie And at the burial of Willie Scott w I ot was mony a wee ping cc.

TRADITIONAL BALLADS.

’ THE BR OOM 0 THE CO WDENK N OWES ;

the oom and the onnie room O br , b b , ’ The broomo the Cowde nknowe s And aye sae swe et as the lassie sang ’ th ht mil in the ew es . I e bug , k g

T w hi on i a side he hills e re gh lk , ’ ’ And the bught i the lirk o the hill And aye as she sang he r voice it rang ’ Out owre the head 0 the hill.

’ The re w as a troop o ge ntle me n me ri in me rril b Ca d g y y, ’ ’ m as rade out o the w a And ane o the h y,

To the u ht to th onnie ma . b g , e b y

el ma e save and se e onnie lass We y y , b And we e l may ye save and se e ’ And sa wi ou e w e e l- re d ni ht e y , y b k g ’ ’ And what s your will wi me ?

i t i i and mi fair ma The n gh s msty rk , y And I hae ridden astray w i l e be sa in f ir ma And l y e k d, a y As come out and point my way ?

Ride on ride on ye ramp ride r ! ’ Your ste e d s baith s tout and s trang For out of h a com t e bught I dare n e , ” For f ar h n e t at ye do me wra g.

O w inna ye pity me bonnie lass O winna ye pity me 0 winna ye pity my poor ste e d S tands tre mbling at yon tre e ’ THE BROOM 0 THE COWDENK NOWES .

I w ouldna pity your poor ste e d hou h it w e re tie d to a thorn T g , For if e would ain m love h ni ht y g y t e g , e w li ht r mo Y ould s g me e e the rn .

For k our w e l- us ed hat I en ye by y e b k , And r e i twin lin c you mrr e k g c, ’ ’ a a d lan Hills Th t ye re the l ir o the Oak d , b ” And ye may we e l see mto e .

’ ’ 0 I mno t air th a land Hills t he l d o e O k , ’ ’ Ye re far mis take n 0 me ’ ’ h u s But I mane o t e me n abo t hi house , ” And right aft in his company .

’ He has ta e n he r by the middle Ji mp And by the grass -gre e n sle eve ; ’ He ift d owre a ld- s l e he r the f u dyke , ’ ’ e And spe ir d at h r sma le ave .

’ ’ ’ wd 0 he s ta e n out a purse o go , And stree ked he r ye llow hair Now ta a m onnie ma ke ye th t, y b y ’ 0 me till ye hear mair

’ ’ He s l a d u his err - rown s ee d e p pon b y b t , ’ ’ And soon he s owre ta e n his me n

’ And ane and a crie d out to him

’ 0 master ! ye ve tarrie d [then]

hae e en East and hav en st O I b , I e be We , And hae e en far owre th nowes I b e k , But the bonniest las s that e ve r I saw ’ Is i th b ml in w e ught, i k g the e es !

’ She s se t the ail u on he he a p p r d, ’ And she s gane singing hame 0 whe re hae ye be e n my ae daughter ! Y ” e hae na bee n your lane. 86 TRAD T NA B A I IO L ALL DS .

’ na d was wi m fath r ! O ebo y e , e ’ ’ O naebody s be e n w i me The ni ht is mist and mi fath r g y rk , e ! Y a o he e may g e t t door and se e .

B t w ae be to our e w ehe rd a h u y , f t e r ! And an ill death may he de e ’ He bu the bu ht at the ac 0 the nowe g g b k k , ’ And a tod has frighte n d me .

here came a tod to the u ht doo T b g r , The like I neve r saw ’ And ere he had ta e n the lam he id b d , ’ ’ ’ I d lour d he had ta en the m

0 when fte en w e e s we re com and an fi k e g e , iftee n w and thre F ee ks e , The lassie be an to loo thin and al g k p e , An to lan r i win lin d g fo h s t k g ee .

It fell on a da on a hot simme r da y, y, ’ She was callin h r fathe r s k e g e y , By came a troop of ge ntle me n

A me rrily riding by .

ee l ma e save and se e on ma W y y , b nie y We e l may ye save and se e ! e el w ot e to be a onnie m W I y b ay, ’ ’ But wha s ought that babe ye are w i ?

N eve a word could the las sie sa r y, For ne ve r a ane could she blame ; And ne ve r a word could the lassie say ” But hae a ude man at hame I g .

Ye lie d e lie d m nnie ma , y , y bo y ! Sae loud as I he ar ye lee For dinna ye mind that misty night ’ I was in the bught wi thee

88 TRADITIONAL BALLADS .

in in our hand And take a napk y , d u r onnie e e n An tie p you b , d ou ma swear and safe our aith An y y , y , Ye saw me na since

w t d i h hour It as about he mi n g t , sle w e r laid When the y a e p e , Whe n in and came he r seven brothe rs ’ Wi torche s burning red.

When in and came he r seven brothe rs ’ Wi torche s burning bright t The y said We hae bu ae sister, ’ ’ And behold she s wi a knight

Then out and spake the first brother My sword shall gar himdee And out and s pake the se cond brothe r ’ His fathe r s nae mair than he

And out and s pake the third brothe r ” I wot the y are love rs de ar ! And out and spake the fourth brothe r They be en love rs this mony a ye ar !

The n out and spake the fifth brother ” It we re sin true love to twain ! And out and spake the six th brother Shame to slay a sle e ping man !

h n u and at the seve nth rothe r T e p g b , And ne ve r a word spake he But he has striped his bright brown sword ’ Out through Cle rk Saunde rs body.

’ Cl rk a nde s s ted a e S u r he tar , and M rgare t turn d In his arms as asle e p she lay And sad and sile nt w as the night

That was betwe en the twae . C LERK SAUNDERS .

And she lay still and slee pe d sound ’ ill the da e an to daw T y b g , And kindly to himshe did say ’ I i time Lov ! o w t s , e y u re a a.

But he la till nd sl d ou d y s a e epe s n , Till the sun began to she en ’ ’ lo k a w w She o d t e e n he r and the a , ll n ow w i Du a d dr sy e re h s e e n .

The n in and came he r father dear ; Said Le t your mo urning be ’ I ll car the de ad cor se to the cla ry p y , ” And c m a n mfor o e b ck a d co t the e .

Comfort w e e l your se ve n sons ’ For comfort w ill I ne e r [see] I wee n it w as ne ithe r knave nor loon ’ ” W i w l s i w as n bo e r a t n ght i me .

The clin in e ll ae throu h the town k g b g d g ,

[For]the dead corpse to the clay. ’ Cle rk Saunde rs stood at M argaret s window An h ur e fo o b re the day .

Are e sl in ? M a a e t ! he sa s y e e p g rg r y , Are ye waking prese ntly ? Giv m m faith and troth a ain e e y g , True Love ! I gave to thee

our faith and troth e shall ne v r e t Y y e g , N h l w or our true love s a l ne ve r t in, U ntil ye come within my bower And kiss me che e k and chin

M mouth it i f ll old M ar aret y s u c , g Has the sme ll now of the ground And if I kiss thy come ly mouth Th i [ y]days of l fe [are found]. TRA A DITION L BALLADS .

0 coc s are crowin a me mid ni ht , k g rry g , The wild fowls are boding day Give me m faith and t oth a ain y r g , Le t me fare on my w ay

Th faith and troth thou shall na e t y g , Nor our true love shall n v twin e e r , U ntil ye te ll me what come s of wome n Who die in strong

heir e ds are made in the he ave ns hi h T b g , ’ At the side of O ur Lo d s ne e [ ] r k , ’ e el se t a out wi ill flowe rs W b g y ,

I wot swe e t for to se e .

0 coc s ar row in a merr mid ni t , k e c g y gh , The wild fowl are boding day The salms of he aven w ill soon be sun p g, ’ ” And I will be mis s d away .

’ n s ta n a stal w and The she ha e cry , h has s o e n her t o h the re on S e tr k r t , She has give n it himout at the shot window ’ n a si h and r Wi mo y g g oan .

than e M a a e t ! Mar are t ! I k y , rg r g And I thank ye he artily ; G d ome for th in eve r the e ad c e quick, ” Be s ure I will come for the e .

’ I t s hosen and shoon and gow n alone Clomb the w all and follow e d him U ntil she came to the gre e n fore st i h of i The re she lost s g t h m.

Is there ony roomat your he ad? Saunde rs Is the re ony roomat your fee t ? Or any roomat yo ur side ? Saunde rs ! ” r fain fain would slee . Whe e , I p

92 TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

She has calle d un o her owe r maiden t b s, She has calle d themane by ane he re lie s a dead man in m owe r T y b , ” I wish a h w th t e e re gane .

he hae oo e i and s T y b t d h m purred him, As he w as wont to ride

And hae ha himto t w n w d he a ater, F ’ mn or a e call it Clyde .

The n up and spake the popinjay That sat upon the tre e ’ What hae ye done wi Earl Richard ? ” Y w e his a la e re g y dy .

Come down come down m onnie ird! , y b b And sit upon my hand ’ And thou shalt hae a cage o gowd h tho w W e re u hast but the and.

Aw a aw a e ill w oman ! , y ’ Nae cage o gowd for me s hae don o E rl Ri har A ye e t a c d, ” Sae would ye do to me .

ll ne s u o a da 0 it fe a , p n y, ’ The king was boun to ride ; ’ miss d him Ea l Richard And he has , r , i Should have ridde n on his right s de .

’ ro nd a out The Lady turu d he r u b , ’ ’ Wi mickle mournfu din ’ ai o l de wate r It fears me s r C y , w ’ ” That he is dro n d the re in.

do the in he crie d Gar douk gar uk k g , ou for owd and fe e Gar d k , g ’ ’ O wha ll douk for Earl Richard s sake O wha will douk for me EARL RI CHARD .

’ he e s nae roomat m he ad M T r y , argare t ! ’ The re s nae roomat my fe e t M be it is full lowl now y d y , ’ w M ang the hungry orms I slee p.

Cauld mould it is m cove in now y r g , But and my w inding shee t ; The dew it falls nae soone r dow n - w ” Than my re sting place is e e t.

EARL RI CHARD .

0 Lady ! rock ne ve r your young young son One hour the langer for me For I have a sw e e the art in Garlioch Wells

I love far be tte r than the e .

’ ’ The ve ry sole 0 that Lady s foot han th face is far mai w it T y r h e . ’ But ne e rthele ss now Ea Richa , rl rd! ’ Ye ll bide in my bow e r the night !

’ She birle d himw i the ale and w ine As the y sat dow n to sup A livin man he lai himdown g d , ’ But w ot h ne s I e e r ro e up .

Then up and Spake the popinj ay hat fle w a une he r heid T b , Lady ke e p we e l your gre en clothing ’ Frae gude Earl Richard s ble id

’ 0 be tte r I ll ke e p my gre e n clothing ’ Frae gude Earl Richard s ble id Than thou canst ke e p thy clatte ring tongue ” That trattle s in thy he id. 94 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.

w r e r the as sa r She s o e h by gr s e g e e n, a id she the corn S e d by , hadna se e n him Ea She , rl Richard,

Since M oninday at morn .

Put na th w te on me sh said e y e , I w m ” t as y may K athrine . The n the y hae cut baith fe rn and thorn

To burn that maide n in.

I t wouldna ta e u on her che e k p k, Nor e t u on he r chin y p , Nor e on he r ellow hair y t up y , s h a s To cle an e t e de dly in .

’ u t e have ta e n he r ma K athrine O t h y , y , And put [that Lady]in ; a fas u n ch The fl me took t po he r e e k , oo fast u on he r chin T k p , Took fas t upon he r fair body ’ She burn d like hollie s gre e n .

THE D O U GLAS TRAGED Y.

now Lo d D las Rise up rise up , r oug ! she says , And put on your armour sae bright ’ Le t it ne ve r be said that a daughter 0 thine Was married to a lord unde r night !

Rise u rise u m se ve n old sons p p , y b ! And p ut on your armour sae bright ; ’ nd a e t r are 0 oun e s sis A t k be t e c your y g t te r , ’ ” For o l awa l n t y ur e der s the ast igh .

’ He s mounted he r on a mil -white ste ed k , And himse lf on a da le ra pp g y, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side ; n A dlightly the y rade away.

6 TRAD IT ONA 9 I L BALLADS .

The y lighted down to take a drink Of the spring that ran sae cle ar ’ And down the s re amran his ude he art s l t g b ood,

And sair she began to fe ar.

Hold u ! hold u Lo d William she sa p p , r ys , ” For I fe ar that you are slain . ’ Tis nae thin but the shadow of m scarl t g y e cloak , ” w l in That s hine s in the ate r so p a .

h ad on an on the rad 0 t e y r e d y e , ’ An a li h n d by the g t of the moo , ’ ’ n il the cam his mothe s ha door U t y e to r , w And the re the y lighte d do n .

Ge t u ! e t u lad mothe r ! he sa s p g p , y y , Ge t up and le t me in e t u e t u lad mothe he sa G p g p , y r ys , ’ For this night my fair lady I ve w in .

0 ma e m be d lad mothe r he sa s k y , y y , 0 make it braid and de e p And lay Lady M argare t close at my back ! ” And the sounde r I will sle ep .

ord illiamwas de ad lan e re midni ht L W g g , Lady M argare t lang e re day ’ And a true lov h t o the i he r e rs t a g g t , M ay the y have mair luck than the y !

’ Lord ill amw as urie d in St . M a s ir W i b ry k k , ’ Lady M argare t in M ary s choir ; ’ h ’ w re d o e O ut 0 t e lady s grave gre a bonny r s , n ’ ’ A d out o the knight s a briar.

And the twa me t and the twa lait y , y p , And fain the y w ould be ne ar ; ’ And a the world might ken right we el w The y e re twa love rs dear. C FAI R ANNIE OF LO HROYAN . 97

n r d h Blac Dou las But by a d a e t e k g , n w w h w as ro h A d o , but e ug ’ For he pull d up the bonny briar ’ ’ L And flung t in St. M ary s och.

’ FAI R ANN I E OF L OCHR O I AIV.

O wha w ill shoe my fair foot And wha will glove my hand? And wha w ill lace my middle jimp ’ Wi a new -made London band

Or wha w ill kame my yellow hair ’ Wi a new -made silve r kame ’ w a h m o n airn Or ha ll be f t e r to y y u g b , Till love Gre gor come hame ?

’ our fathe r ll shoe ou fai foot Y y r r , ou mothe love our hand Y r r g y , Your sis te r lace yo ur middle jimp ’ Wi a ne w -made London band

Your bre thre n w ill kame your yellow hair ’ Wi a ne w-made silve r kame ’ And the K ing 0 He aven w ill father your bairn ” Till love Gregor come hame .

O gin I had a bonny ship ’ mn to sail w i me And e , ’ I s w ld o m t ue Love t I ou gae t y r , ’ Sin he w inna come to me

’ ’ i n he r a onn shi He r fathe r s g e b y p , And se nt he r to the s trand ’ ’ n in he r arms She s ta e n he r young so , ' an And turu d he r back to the l d. I — V. q ” TRADITIONAL BALLADS .

She hadna be en on the sea sailing out a month or more Ab , Till lande d has she [frae]he r bonny ship ’ N ear he r true Love s door.

e ni h was dar and th wind l w Th g t k , e b e And he r Love w as fast asle e p And the bairn that was in her tw a arms ’ Fu sair began to gre et.

’ Lang stood she at he r true Love s door ’ And lang tirl d at the pin At le n th at his fause moth r g up g e , ’ Says Wha s that would be in ?

0 it is Annie of Lochro an y , ou Love come ow e the sea Y r , r ; B ut and your young son in he r arms So ope n the door to me !

Aw a ! awa e ill w oman , y ! ’ e e nae come he e for ood Y r r g , ’ ou e but a wi ch or a vil w l Y r t , e ar ock, ’ ” r Or me maid o the flood.

’ I mnae a witch or vile warlock ” me rmai aid s Or den , s he ’ I mbut your Annie of Lochroyan 0 Ope n the door to me !

in e b Annie of Lo hr an O g y e c oy , As st not e be I tru y , ’ What toke n can ye gie that e er I ke pt your company

dinna e mind love e o she sa s O y , Gr g r ! y , Wh n w e s a e t at the wine , How w e change d the napkins frae our ne cks ? ’ It s nae sae lang sinsyne .

O TRAD TI NA I O I O L BALLADS .

’ ake down wn h ai T , take do t e s ls o silk ! ’ Se t up the sails 0 skin ! Ill suits the outs ide to be gay ’ Whe n the re s sic grie f within.

Love re o s tarte d fr his sl G g r ae e ep , And to his mothe r did say ’ I dr amd a dre amthis ni ht mothe r e g , !

That make s my he art right wae.

’ dre amd at Anni of I th e Lochroyan , ’ The ow e r of a he r kin fl , Was s andin mournin a m door t g g t y , ” But nane would le t he r in.

h w w man s o d o 0 t e re as a o t o at the do r, ’ Wi a bairn intill he r arm; But wouldn le t he r w ithin th ow I a e b e r , ” For fear she had done you harm.

O quickly quickly rose he up

And fast ran to the strand, d h he saw he r fair Anni An t e re , e ,

W as sailing frae the land.

H A ni and Ho And e y, n e , Annie ! 0 Annie ! spe ak to me But aye the louder that he crie d Annie ’ r r d The loude r oa the se a.

Th wind ew loud and the sea w r h e gr , gre oug , And the ship w as re nt in twain ; so n h w And o e sa he r, fair Annie , om t n owre the main C e floa i g .

w is oun on in he r a ms He sa h y g s r , ’ Baith toss d aboon the tide wran his hands and fas t he ran He g , w And plunge d in the sea sae ide . TH E R E C U L K N IGHT. 101

’ H e catch d her the ellow hai by y r, And dre w he r to the s trand

' But cauld and s tifl was eve ry limb ’ Be fore he re ach d the land.

’ st he kiss d he r ch ch s 0 fir erry eek , ’ And syne he kiss d he r chin ’ And sair he kiss d he r ru li s by p , w But the re as nae bre ath the re in.

’ 0 he has mourn d owre fair Annie Till the s un was ganging down ’ S ne w i a si h his he art i rast y g t b ,

And his soul to he ave n has flown .

TH E CR UEL K NI GH T.

The knight stands in the stable door. As he w as oun to rid b e , When out the re came his fair lady si in im i De r g h to h de .

H w w a ide o can I bide ho d re I b , ’ Ho w can I bide wi the e ? ’ Have I not kill d thy ae brithe r ? ” Thou hadst nae mair but he .

’ If thou has t kill d m ae rithe r y b , l m A as , and woe is e But if s v fra the ain I a e thee e p , ” Th ’l v me e be tte r you l lo e .

’ ’ She s ta n h r s c e t owe r e imto he e r b , ’ ’ Steik d w i a s ilve r pin wer And she is up to the highe st to , T me in o watch that nane ca . TRAD T I OZ I IONAL BALLADS .

She hadna well gane up the stair ’ And ente r d in the towe r, Whe n four and twe nty armedknights i in t Came r d g o the door.

ou save m fai lad N ow God y , y r y ! D la to me a e c re , I pr y , Did you not se e a w ounde d knight Come riding by this way ?

Y s luid luid w as his swo d e ! b y, b y r , And bluidy w e re his hands

But if the ste e d he ride be good, ’ ’ f o and He s past air Sc tl s strands .

Li ht down ! li ht down the n e ntleme n g g , g And take some bre ad and wine The be tte r you w ill himpursue ” hen o shall li h l W y u g t y dine .

’ hen she s ane to he r s e cre t owe T g b r, Her husband de ar to mee t But out he dre w his bluidy sword ’ And wounde d he r fu de ep .

hat harm m lo d ! rovo es thine ire W , y r p k To wre ak itse lf on me Have I not save d thy life fromfoes And save d for sic a fe e

N ow live now live m de ar lad ! , , y y 0 live but half an hou r , ’ ’ ’ The re s ne er a le e ch in a Scotland But shall be at thy bow e r

How can live how shall live I , I , How can I live for the e ’ Se e ye not whe re my re d heart s bluid Runs trickling dow n my kne e

TRADITIO NAL BALLAD S .

e s ill li ill m ain de ar a e Li t e st , y b b ! Ye w ork your mothe r wae our fathe rides on hi h horse ac Y r g b k,

Care s little for us twae .

’ ’ 0 about the mids t o Clyde s w ate r The re w as a ye ard-fas t stane ’ H li h l uru d his horse a out e g t y t b , ’ ehi And took he r on himb n .

0 ell me this now ood lord ohn t , g J ! And a word ye dinna lee H w f o our lod in o ar it is t y g g, Whe re w e this night may be

0 se e na e on cas tle El en y y , l ! ' That shine s sae fair to see ? h e e is a lad in it Ellen T r y ,

Will sunde r you and me .

There is a lady in that cas tle

Will sunde r you and [me]. Be tide me w e al e ide me w ae , b t , ’ I shall gae the re [wi

M shal a t ood white ead y dogs l e t he g br , And ye shall e at the bran h n will e si h and sa Alas T e y g , y ma That ever I w as a n .

shall at the ood whit re ad O I e g e b , And your dogs shall e at the bran And I hope to live to ble ss the day ” a That e ve r ye w as a mn.

m h a th ood whi me al O y orse shall e t e g te , And ye shall e at the corn Then will ye curs e the he avy hour ” v r r o w o That e e you L ve as b rn . B U RD ELLEN . 105

shall e at th ood whit mal O I e g e e , And your horse shall e at the corn I aye shall ble ss the happy hour

That eve r my Love was born.

0 four and tw e nty gay ladies Welcome d lord J ohn to the hall ; ’ But a faire r lady than the ma

Le d his horse to the stable stall.

0 four and tw e nty gay ladie s We lcome d lord John to the gre e n ; ’ But a faire r lady than the ma

At the mange r stood alane .

he n e lls w e e un and mass was sun W b r r g, g, ’ nd a me n o n o mat A b u t e , Burd Elle n w as at the bye-table a Among the p ge s se t .

0 at and drin m onn bo e k , y b y y !

The white bre ad and the bee r. he n ve r a bit can e at or d in T e I r k, ’ ’ ’ f ” My heart s sae fu 0 e ar.

0 eat and drin m onn bo ! k , y b y y wi e The white bre ad and the n . 0 how sh at or d in master ! all I e r k , ’ ’ ’ Wi heart sae fu o pine ?

’ But ou an hn s mother t d spake lord J o , And a wise w oman was she

’ Whe re me t ye w i that bonny boy That looks sae sad on the e ?

Som im h r d et e s his c e e k is rosy e , And some time s de adly wan ’ ’ He s liker a woman big w i bairn ’ ” Than a young lords se rving man. 106 TRAD TI N L AL I O A B LADS .

m m lau h m mo 0 it ake s e g , y the r de ar Sic words to he ar frae the e ’ He is a s ui e s ae dea e st son q r r , ’ a f w Th t or love has follo d me .

Rise u ! rise u m onn p p , y b y boy ! ’ Gi e my horse corn and hay ! 0 that will m mas e de ar I , y t r ” As quickly as I may.

’ ’ She s e n he ha und r h r arm ta t y e e , ’ Th co intill he r han e rn , ’ And she s gane to the gre at stable ’ As fast as e e r she can.

0 room e round m onn te e ds y , y b y s 0 roomye ne ar the wall For the pain that strike s me through the side s ’ ” Eu soon w ill gar me fall.

’ ’ She s lean d he r ac a ainst the w all b k g , Strong travail came he r on And the re amang the gre at horse fe et n Burd Elle brought forth he r son .

’ Lord John s mothe r intill he r bow er

Was sitting all alone , ’ When in the s ile nce o the night ’ he a d Bur Elle n s mo n She r d a .

Won u ! w on u m son sh sa s p p , y e y , ’ Gae see how a doe s fare ’ For I think I he ar a w oman s groans rni And a bai e gre e ting s air.

hastil he at himu O y g p , ’ ta d neithe r for ho nor sh o S y se o n, ’ And he s gat himto the s table door ’ l ’ Wi the cle ar ight 0 the moon .

108 T DITI N B RA O AL ALLADS .

Th lad ran u to her tow r he ad e y p e , As fast as sh could d ie e r , To se e if by he r fair spe eche s l w i She cou d th himagre e .

As soon as he saw the lady fair And he r ate s all loc e d fas t g k , H f ll into a a e of w a h e e r g r t , n is a wa A d h he rt s aghast .

Come down to me e lad fai , y y r ’ Come dow n to me le s se e , t ’ his ni ht e se lie m ain sid T g y by y e , ” Th mo m rid shall e rn y b e be .

winna come down e false Gordon ! I , y w inna come dow n to I the e , I winna forsake my ain de ar Lord ” hat i f T s sae ar frae me .

’ Gi e u our house e fair lad p y , y y ! ’ Gi e up your house to me ’ w ill urn u sel e in Or I b yo r th re , Both o y u and your babe s three .

’ winna i e u e false Gord I g p , y on To nae sic t aitor as he e r t , ’ hou h ou should urn m se l ther i T g y b y e n, ” Both an d my babe s thre e .

Se t fire to th hous l e e quoth fa se Gordon, Sin be tte r mayna be ’ And will urn h se h I b e r l t erein , ” Both and h r a e b be s thre e .

’ And e en wae worth e o m man y , J ck , y ! I paid ye we e l your fe e Wh ull e out m o - y p y y gr und wall stane , Lets in the ree k to me ? ’ D N ED OM O GOR O .

’ And e e n w ae worth e oc m man ! y , J k , y For I paid ye we e l your hire Wh ull e out m ound wall- ta y p y y gr s ne , To me le ts in the fire

Ye aid me we e l m hire lad p y , y ! Ye paid me w e e l my fe e ’ ’ ’ And now I mEdomo Gordon s m an , ” M aun e ithe r do or de e .

0 then e s a e he r un n b p k yo gest so , ’ Sat on the nurse s kne e ’ De a mothe r ! i e owre ou hous he sa s r g y r e ! y , ” For h t e re e k it worrie s me .

’ winna i e u m house m d ar I g p y , y e ! To nae sic traitor as he Come w e al come w oe m ew l fair , , y j e s ! ” maun ta e sha wi m Ye k re th e .

0 then be spake he r daughte r de ar She was baith jimp and small ’ 0 oll me in a ai 0 she e ts r p r , And tow me owre the wall

’ ’ he roll d h r in ai sh e s T y e a p r 0 e t , ’ And tow d he r owre the w all ’ But on the point of Edoms spear She at g a de adly fall .

0 onn onn w as he r mouth b y , b y, , And che w e e he r che e s rry r k , And cle a cle a w as he r llow hair r , r ye Whe re on the red bluid drips

’ he n with his s e ar turu d he r ow e T p he r , O gin he r face w as w an ’ He said Y ou are the first that e e r ’ ” wis v I h d ali e again . I I O TRADITIONAL BALLADS .

’ d her owre and ow e a ain He turu , r g , 0 gin her skin was white He said I might hae spare d thy life ’ To be en s ome man s de light !

’ Bus and oun m merr men a k b , y y For ill dooms I do gue ss I canna look in that bonny face

As it lie s upon the grass.

hemloo s to fri hts m mas ter de ar ! T k g , y The ir frights w ill follow [hame] ’ ’ Le t it ne e r be said brave Edom0 Gordon Was daunte d with a dame !

0 then he spie d (he r ain de ar lord As he came w e th a o r e le ) , H saw his cas tl in a fir e e e ,

As far as he could see .

Put on ut on m w i ht me n p , y g y ! As fas t as ye can drie ’ For he that s hindmost of my men ’ ’ ” Shall n t ood 0 m e e r ge g e .

And some the rade and some the ran y , y , ’ Fu fast out owre the plain But lan lan e re he could e t u g, g g p w ’ n The y e re a de ad a d slain .

But mony w e re the moody me n Lay gasping on the gre en For of fifty men that Edombrought out T e w h re e re but five gae d hame.

TRADIT ONAL BALLADS I I 2 I .

’ e ll lift me u u on our ac Y p p y b k , Take me to K irk-land fair ’ e ll ma e m rave ai h aid and lan Y k y g b t br g,

And lay my body the re .

’ ll la m arrow s at m head Ye y y y , M end-bow at m fe e t y b y , w e My s ord and buckle r at my sid , wa w n l As I s o t to s e ep .

n a hame to our fathe r Whe ye g e y , ’ He ll spe ir for his son J ohn l f iminto K ir -land fair Say ye e t h k , n Le arning the schule alo e .

he n e ae hame to m siste r W y g y , ’ She ll s pe ir for he r brothe r John ’ e ll sa e le ft himin K i -land fai Y y y rk r , w The gre e n gras s gro ing aboon .

hen e ae hame to m true Love W y g y , ’ She ll spe ir for he r [love]J ohn ’ e ll sa e le f himin K i -land fai Y y y t rk r , ’ ” v But hame ye fe ar he ll ne e r come .

’ He s gane hame to his fathe r ; ’ He spe ir d for his son J ohn ’ I t s le ft himinto K i -land fair I rk , ” Le arning the s chule alone .

i And whe n he gae d hame to his s ster, ’ She spe ir d for he r brothe r J ohn ’ I le f imi K i -l n f ir t s I t h nto rk a d a , ” The gre e n grass growing aboon.

And whe n he ae ham to his t u Love g d e r e , ’ She spe ir d for he r [love]J ohn ’ It s l f himint K i -la d fai I e t o rk n r, ’ ” Hame I fear he ll ne ve r come . ED WARD . I I 3

’ But what bluids that on your sword? Willie ! ” Sw e e t Willie ! te ll to me !

’ ’ 0 it s the bluid o my gre y hounds ” wo l n The y u d a rin for me .

’ ’ It s nae the luid our hounds illi b 0 y , W e Their bluid w as ne ve r so re d ’ ’ But it s the bluid o my true Love That ye hae slain

’ hat fair ma we t that fair ma mourn d T y p , y , That may did mourn and pine hen ve ma loo s for love W e ry [ y] k her , ’ I ne e r ne e d look for mine

0 what de ath will ye die ? Willie Now illie ell to me , W t . ’ e ll ut me into an oarle ss oat Y p b , I ’ ” And ll gae sail the se a.

When w ill ye come home again Willie N w W ll o i i ell me . , e t to Wh h u an en t e s n d moon dance on the gre en .

And that will ne ve r be .

’ Why does your brand sae drip w i bluid? Edward Edward

’ Wh doe s our rand sa d i wi l id y y b e r p b u , And wh so sad an e y g g y , O ’ hae kill d m haw sa de O I y k e gu , Mither ! mithe r !

’ hae kill d m haw sae de O I y k gu , ” And had nae mair ut h 0 l I b e ,

ou haw his luid was ne ve sae re d Y r k , b r , Edward Edward - IV. 8 TRAD TI ONA BALLADS I I 4 I L .

our haw his luid was neve r sae re d Y k , b , n tell he e My de ar so I t , O ’ a kill d m r d-ro t ed O I h e y e an s e , Mithe r ! mithe r !

’ r -r n te e d O I hae kill d my e d oa s , hat e st was sae fair and free T r , 0

our s te ed was auld and e hae ot mair Y , y g , Edward Edward our st e d was auld and e hae ot mair Y e , y g ; ” om ther dule e d e e l S e o y r , O ’ hae kill d m fathe r de a O I y r , Mithe r ! mithe r ! ’ hae kill d m fathe de ar O I y r , ” Alas and wo is me l e , O

And what pe nance will ye dre e for that ? Edward Edward And what pe nance w ill ye dre e for that ? M de ar son n w tell m y o e , O ’ I ll se t m fe e t in onde r oat y y b , M ithe r ! mither !

’ I ll se t m fe e in ond r oat y t y e b , n I’ A d ll fare ove r the s ea, 0

’ ’ And what will ye do wi your tow e rs and your ha Edw ard Edw ard

’ ’ And what w ill ye do wi your tow e rs and your ha h w a fair to se e 0 T at e re s e , ’ ’ I ll le t h mstan till the downfa t e d y , Mithe r ! mithe r ! ’ ’ I ll le t th ms n l th downfa e ta d til e y , For he e ne e r maun be 0 r v I ,

An wha w d u wife d t ill ye leave to your bairns an yo r , Edward Edward And wha wi e v u airns an our wi t ll y le a e to yo r b d y fe , W v hen ye gang o er the se a, 0

1 16 TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

THE THRE E RA VEN S .

The re w e re thre e Rave ns sat on a tre e Down-a-down h down he dow n , e y , y h w re hr Rave ns sat on a t e T e re e t ee r e , With a dow n The re w e re thre e Rave ns sat on a tre e w r as lac as he i ht b The y e e b k t y mg e , W a d wn de de r de rr down down ith o , rry r y y

The one of the ms aid to his make Whe re shall w e o ur bre akfas t take

Down in yonde r gre ene fie ld

The re lie s a knight slain unde r his shield.

His hounds the y lie down at his fee t w So e ll the y the ir mas te r ke e p .

His haw s so e a e l k , they fly g r y, ’ The re s no fowl dare himcome nigh .

Down the re come s a fallow doe . re at w sh i t G ith young as e mgh go .

She lif u his od he ad t p blo y , ’ And kiss d his w ounds that were so red.

She at himu on he r ac g p b k , An d carrie d himto e arthe n lake .

She i h i bur e d himbe fore t e pr me , S w - m he as dead e re e ve n ti e .

God se nd e very ge ntle man uch h ds uch haw s and such leman S oun , s k , de n With a down, y THE ABB T 1 K IN G JOHN AND O . 1 7

K I N G y omv AND THE 4 3 3 07 :

’ An ancie nt s tory I ll te ll you anon Of a no table prince that w as calle d K ing J ohn A he ule En land w i h main and wi mi h nd r d g t th g t, ’ For he did gre at w rong and maintain d little right.

’ And I ll tell ou a sto a s to so me r y ry , ry r y , Conce rning the Abbot of Cante rbury How for his houseke e ping and high re nown w The y rode pos t for himto fair London to n.

n hund e d me n the K in di he a sa A r , g d r y, The Abbot ke pt in his hous e e very day And f old chains w ithout an do u t fi ty g , y b , I v w i n e lve t coats a te d the Abbot abo ut.

How now fathe r A o t ! he a it of the e , bb I r , Thou ke e pe st a far be t te r house than me And for th house e e in and hi h nown y k p g g re , ’ i I fe ar thou work st tre aso n aga nst my crown.

M Lie e ! uo h the A ot I would it w e re no y g q t bb , k wn I ne ve r spe nd no thing but what is my own And I trus t that your Grace will do me no dere ” Fo in f w - r spe nd g o my o n true go tte n ge ar .

Ye s ! ye s ! fathe r Abbot ! thy fault it is high And now for the same thou ne e des t must die For e x ce t thou cans answ e me ue s ions thre e , p t r q t , Th h a shall b mi n o h d y e d e s tte fr mt y bo y.

” ’ And st uoth the K in when I min this stead fir , q g, , With my crow n of gold so fair on my he ad Amon all m li -mn le i th g y e ge e so nob of b r , Thou must te ll me to one pe nny what I amworth I 18 TRAD ITI ONAL BALLAD S.

Se condl tell me without an dou t y , , y b , H ow soon I may ride the whole w orld about And at the thi d ue stion thou mus t not shrin r q k , ” But te ll me he re truly what I do think !

0 the se are hard que stions for my shallow w it N or I can not answ e r your Grace as yet ’ But if ou will ive me but th e e w e e s s ace y g r k p , ’ ” I ll do my e nde avour to ans we r your Grace .

’ Now th w s s ace to the e will ive re e eek p I g , And that is the longe st thou has t to live F r if ou dost not answe r m ue s ions th e e o , th y q t r ,

Thy lands and thy livings are forfe it to me .

Awa rod the A ot all sad at that wo d y e bb r , And he rode to Cambridge and Ox e nford But ne ve r a doctor the re was so wise i That could w ith his le arning an answer dev se .

he n hom od the A ot of comfo t so cold T e r e bb r , And he me t his she phe rd a-going to fold How n w m lo d A ot ou are w e lcome home o , y r bb y What ne ws do yo u bring us fromgood K ing J ohn

Sad news sad ne w s she he d must ive , , p r I g That I have but thre e days more to live For if do no answ e r him ue s tions thre e , I t q , M h i n om od y e ad will be smtte fr my b y.

The rs t is to tell him the e in that ste ad fi , r , i h his wn of old so fai on his he ad W t cro g r , Amon all his lie -me n s no le of i th g ge o b b r , To w ithin one pe nny of what he is worth

The second to te ll him without an dou t , , y b , How soon he may ride this whole w orld about And at the third question I must not shrink

But tell himthe re truly what he doe s think.

I 20 TRAD T NA A I IO L B LLADS .

’ The K in he lau h d and he sw o e g g , r by St. Jone I di no in it c d t th k ould be gone so s oon . N ow fromthe thi d ue s tion thou must not shrin r q k , ” But te ll me he re t ul wha r y t I do think .

Yea ! that shall do and ma e our ace me I , k y Gr rry ’ You think I mthe Abbot of Cante rbury ’ But I mhis oor she he d as lain ou ma se p p r , p y y e , hat amcome to be ardon for himand for T g p me .

’ Th K in h lau h d and sw o h e g e g , re by t e M ass ’ I ll make the e lord Abbot this day in his place ! Now nay ! my Liege be not in s uch spe e d ” For ala ne ith r an it nor a , ck ! I e c wr e re d.

our no le s a w e e the n w ill iv he F b k , , I g e t e For this me rry j e s t thou hast shown unto me And te ll the old Abbot whe n thou comest home Thou hast brought hima pardon fromgood K ing John !

THE HEI R OF LI NN E .

Of all the lords in fair Scotland A song I will be gin Amongs t the mall the re dw elt a lord h if i Which w as the unt r ty He r of Linne .

His father and mothe r w ere de ad himfrom

So [he]was the he ad of all his kin . To the cards and dice that he did run He did ne ither ce ase nor blin

To drin the wine tha wa l r k t s so c e a , ith e v W e ry man he would make me rry. ’ And the n be spake himJohn o the S cale s Unto the He ir of Linne said he THE HE R F I O LINNE. I Z I

Says How dost thou ? Lord of Linne ! D oe st e ithe r w ant gold or fe e ? Wilt thou not se ll thy lands so broad To such a good fe llow as me

For old that do ne e d he said [g ]I [ ] , M land ta e it nto h y , k u t e e ! draw o o re cord m lord all I y u t , y s ! ’ With that he cas t hima God s pe nny .

e tol him old o H d the g up n the board, It wanted ne ve r a bare pe nny hat old is thine the land is mine T g , ; T i w l ” he He ir of L nne [so]I i l be .

’ He e s old e nou h saith the Heir of Linn r g g , e , ” Both for me and m o an y c mp y, He dran the wine that was so l ar k c e , An w h v r man h ma rr d it e e y e de me y.

Within thre e quarte rs of a ye ar His me rry me n w e re fr omhimgone (His gold and fe e it wax e d thin) ms all o And le ft himhi elf al ne .

H e had n v e n le f his e e r a p n y t in purse , N eve r a penny but [only]three And one w as rass and ano he r was a b , t le d, w And another was hite mone y.

w w - - i No ell a day s aid the He r of Linne , Now w ell-a-da and w oe is me y , For when I was the lord of Linne

I neither wanted gold nor fe e .

F r av lands o oa o I h e sold my s br d, And have not le ft me one pe nny I mus t go now and take some re ad n U to Edinborough and beg [me]. TRAD BA AD I 22 ITIONAL LL S .

He had not been in Edinborough Not uarte rs of a e ar three q y , ut om did ive him and some said N B s e g , ay ! And some bid To the De il gang ye !

For if we should hang any land [selle r] ” T s w w ld in wi e he fir t e ou be g th the . w w l -a- aid the He i of Linn No e l day s r e , N w ll-a- a and woe is me ow e d y,

For now I have sold my lands so broad, [Eve ry]man is irk with me But whe n I was the lord of Linne

The n on my land I live d me rrily.

And now have sold m an so road I y l d b , v on I ha e not le ft me e pe nny . God be with my fathe r he saId

O n his land he live d me rrily .

S till in a study the re as he stood H e unbe thought himof [a]bill Which his fathe r had le ft w ith him

[Which he had ke pt unto himstill].

Bade himhe should neve r on it look Till he w as in ex tre me ne e d ; ” And m faith said the He i of Linne by y , r , ” Than now I had ne ve r more ne e d.

’ H e took the bill and look d it on Good comfort that he found the re It told himOf a castle wall

Whe re the re stood thre e che sts in fe re.

Tw o w e e full f h e ate n old r o t e b g , The third w as full of white mone y ’ He turn d th w i a s of e ad e n do n h s b g br , ’ An fi l r dd d l d the mfull of gold [ u y].

I 24 TRADITI ONAL BALLADS.

H e told himthe old the n ove r the oard g b , I t wante d neve r a [bare]penny ha is hine the land is mine T t gold t , ’ lo of Linn a And the [ rd] e gain I ll be .

’ ’ Now w ell-a-da said ohn o the S cales wif y J e , We ll- -da and woe is me a y, Ye ste rday I was the Lady of Linne ’ ’ ow bu ohn o the Scale s wif N I t J e [he].

H v hou he e thou oo w Says a e t r , g d fello ! Forty pence thou didst le nd me ’ I ll ma e the e e e e r of m fo e st k k p y r ,

And forty pounds I will give thee .

And the n e s a e the He i of Linne [ ] b p k r , hese w e re the wo ds and thus sai h T r , d e ’ Christ s curs e light upon my crown ’ If e e r my land stand in j e opardy !

THE OLD CL OAK .

’ In winte whe n the rain rain d cauld r , And f ost and snaw on il a hill r k , ’ And Bore as w i his blas ts sae bauld ’ Was th e ate nin a our k e to ill r g y k , he n Bell m wife wha loves na strif T , y , e , She said to me right hastily ’ Ge t u udeman ! save C ummie s lif p , g r e , ’ And tak your auld cloak about ye l

0 Bell ! why dost thou flyte and s corn ? ’ Thou ke n st my cloak is ve ry thin : It is s o a e and ov rwo n b r e r , A c ic r k he the re on canna rin. ’ hen I ll nae lan e r or ow nor l T g b r e nd, ’ ’ For anes I ll new apparel d be D CL A THE OL O K . 1 2 5

’ -morrow I ll o town and s To t pend, ’ I ll hae a new cloak about me

’ rummie is a usefu cow My C , ’ And she is come 0 a gude kine ’ ’ w e t the bair i s mo Aft hath she n e u , a And I amlaith th t she should tyne . ’ udeman ! it is fu time Ge t up , g , The sun shine s in the lift sae hie Sloth neve r made a gracious e nd ’ Gae tak your auld cloak about ye

r lo My cloak was anes a gude g ey c ak, Whe n it w as fitting for my we ar ; ’ Bu now i s scantl wo th a roat t t y r g , his For I hae w orn it t thirty year. ’ Let s spe nd the gear that we hae w on ! ’ We little ken the day w e ll dee ’ hen I ll be oud since hae sworn T pr , I ” w o To have a ne cloak ab ut me .

In da s wh n ude K in Ro e rt ran y e g g b g, His trews the y cost but half a crown w oat owr He said they e re a gr e de ar, ’ And call d the tailor thief and loon.

He was the K in that wo e a c own g, r r , ’ And thou art a man 0 laigh degre e ; ’ ’ Tis pride puts a the country down ’ Sae tak your auld cloak about ye !

Ev r lan has its ai lau h e y d n g , ’ Ilk kind 0 corn it has its hool ’ I think the warld is a run wrang w When ilka w ife he r man ould rule . Do Rob ac and Hab ye not se e , J k , , As r i d d allantl the y a e g r e g y , While I sit hurkling in the ase ? ” Ill have a ne w cloak about me ! 126 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.

’ Gude man I w ot tis thirty ye ars Since w e did ane anithe r ke n ; And w e have had be tw e e n us twa Of lads and bonny lasses te n N ow the are wome n rown and mn y g e , I wish and pray w e e l may the y be ’ nd if ou ove a oo us n A y d pr g d h ba d, ’ ’ E e n tak your auld cloak about ye

l m wif she love s na s r fe Be l, y e , t i , But she would uide me if she can g , And to maintain an eas y life ’ af maun i d t h I m ud an t el hou e m . I y , g g ’ ’ ’ Nought s to be won at w oman s han ’ ’ U nle ss ye gi e her a the ple a ’ ‘ h I ll le ave ofl whe re e an T en I b g , ’ And tak my auld cloak about me .

TH E N U T-B R WN M AI D O .

B it ri ht or w ron th e m amon e g g, e s e n g On wome n do com lain p , Affi min this how tha it is r g , t A labour spent in vain v mw e l fo n v r e To lo e the l , r e e a d al v a The y lo e a man ag in . For le t a man do what he can

hei favou to a ain T r r tt , Ye t if a new do the mpursue The ir first true love r than Laboureth for nought for fromher thought ’ He is a banish d man

sa not Na but that all da I y y , y It is both w rit and said ’ hat woman s faith is as who saith T , , ’ All utte rly de cay d ’ But ne e rthele ss i ht ood witness , r g g I this laid n case might be ,

1 2 8 TRAD ITIONAL BALLAD!

My de stiny is for to die A shame ful de ath t ow , I r , O r lse to fle e —th on mu t e , e e s be . None other way I know But to wi hdraw as an o tl t u aw,

And take me to my bow . Whe refore adie u my own he art true None othe r re de I can For I must to the gre e n wood go ’ ” Alone a banish d man . ,

SH E.

O Lord what is this worldes bliss That change th as the moon ’ My summer s day in lusty May ’ Is dark d be fore the noon. I he ar you say Farew ell Nay ! nay e a We d p rt not so soon . Why say ye so ? where w ill ye go Alas what have ye done All my we lfare to sorrow and care Should change if ye w e re gone For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

H E .

I can b elieve it shall you grieve And somewhat you dis train But af w d ou a r te r ar y r p ines ha d, ithin da or twain W a y , Shall soon aslake and ye shall take Comfort to you again Why should ye not for to make thought ou a w Y r l bour e re in vain . And thus I do and pray you to As he artily as I can For I must to the gre e n wood go Al ’ ” on ba sh man. e, a ni d - NUT BROWN MAID . 129

SHE.

’ Now since that ye have show d to me of ur mind The secre t yo , to ou a ain I shall be plain y g ,

Like as ye shall me find. that will o Since it is so , ye g , I will not leave be hind ; said the Nut- rown Maid Shall neve r be , b in Was to he r Love unk d. ak r ad for so am M e you e y, I , Although it were anon For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

HE.

Ye t I you rede to take good hee d What men will think and s ay ! f ou old shall l O y ng and it be to d, That ye be gone away our w anton will fo to ful l Y r fi , In gre e n wood you to play ; And that ye might fromyour delight

No longer make de lay . Rathe r than ye should thus for me ’ B call n ll w man e d a i o , Ye t would I to the gre e n wood go ’ ” Alon a man. e , banish d

SH E

Though it be sung of old and young hat should b to lam T I e b e , The irs be the charge that speak so large In hurting of my name For I will prove that faithful love It is devoid of shame I n your distre ss and he aviness To art wi ou th sam th e e . — p y , Iv. 9 RA T DITIONAL BALLADS.

And sure all tho that do not so True love rs are the y none For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

HE.

l ou re me m er how I counse y , b ’ I i no maide n s law t s , in o dou t but to Noth g t b , run out To wood with an outlaw For ye must the re in your hand bear bow to e ar and draw A , b ; And as a thie f thus must you live

Eve r in dread and awe . Where by to you great harmmight grow li f r han Ye t had I e e t , That I had to the gre en wood go ’ ” ba d ma Alone , a nish n.

SHE.

ink not na but as e sa I th y, y y, ’ I t is no maide n s lore ; a But love may mke me for your sake , As e have said efore y b , To come on f ot to hunt and shoot o , To t mat and stor ge us e e , For so that I your company

have ask no mor . May , I e Fromwhich to part it make th my heart As cold as any stone For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

HE.

w is is w For an outla th the la , hat me n himta e and in T k b d, ithout it han e d to be W p y, g

And waver with the wind.

TRADITIONAL BALLADS .

SH E .

Since I have here bee n partyner of o an li With you j y d b ss , I must also part of your woe n Endure , as re aso is Y am sure of on le iI et I e p as re , i i h And shortly t s t is , hat where e be mes ee me th e T y , , pe rd ! f I could not are amiss . Without more s pe e ch I you be see ch That we w ere soon agone For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

If e o thithe r e must consid r y g , y e , Whe n ye have lust to dine e e shall no me at b for o Th r e e t ge t, Nor drin e e no w k , b r , ale , r ine N o she e tes cle an to lie e tw ee n , b , M ade of thre ad and tw ine None othe r house but leave s and boughs

To cove r your he ad and mine . Lo mine he art sw ee t ! this evil diet Should make you pale and w an Whe re fore I will to the gre e n wood go ’ ” ma . Alone , a banish d n

SHE .

Mong the wildde e r s uch an archer A mn sa that e b s e y y e , He may not fail of good victual Whe re is so gre at ple nty ; And wate r cle ar of the river e fu w to me Shall b ll s ee t , With which in he le I shall full well h Endure , as ye s all se e -B N D THE NUT ROW MAI .

nd e w A , re e go, a bed or two I can provide anon For in my mind of all mankind ” v al I lo e but you one .

H E .

Lo ! e t e fore e must do mor y b , y e If ye will go with me As cut our hair u e ear y p by th , our i tle the ne Y k r by k e , With bow in hand for to w ithstand our e nemie s if nee d be Y , ; And this same night be fore daylight w w w il To ood ard l I flee . An if e w ill all this ful l d y fi , Do it shortly as ye can ! Else I will to the gre e n w ood go ’ ” on ani m Al e , a b sh d an.

SH E.

I shall as now do more for you ’ han lon e th to w omanhe T g de , To sho m hai a bow ar rt y r , to be , me To shoot in ti of ne e d. 0 my sw e e t mothe r ! before all othe r For you I have most dre ad But now adie u I must e nsue h W e re fortune doth me le ad. All this make ye ! N ow let us flee The day comes fast upon For in my mind of all mankind ” l a n I ove but you lo e .

H E.

Nay ! nay ! not so ye shall not go ! And I shall tell you why Your appe tite is to be light

Of love w l s . , I e l e py TRADITIONAL BALLADS.

a ha said o m For like s ye ve t e , In like wise hardily

Ye would answer whosoe ve r it we re ,

In way of company . of ol — n n l It is said d Soo hot, soo co d

And so is a woman. Whe refore I to the wood will go ” ’ mn Alone , a banish d a .

SHE.

If a e heed it is no n ye t k , eed w r s to sa o me Such o d y t , ’ ’ f ra on For o t ye p y d, and l g essay d,

Ere I you love d, pe rde And though that I of ancestry ’ a on s au h r b A b r d g te e , w l Ye t have you proved ho I you oved, A squire of low degre e nd e v r shall wha so e fall A e , t b , To-day the refore anon For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

HE.

’ ar n s hild to b e A b o c e b guiled, It we re a cursed de ed

f ll w w an w To be e o ith outla , Almighty God forbid Ye t be tte r w e re the poor squier Alone to fore st ye de han shoul sa ano r T ye d y, the day, That by my w icked de ed ’ Ye we re be tra d : whe re fore maid y , good ! The be st rede that I can Is that I to the gree n w ood go ’ ” Alone a banish d man. ,

TRAD T I IONAL BALLADS.

For had e 10 an hund e d mo y , ! r , Ye t would I be that one For in my mind of all mankind ” I love but you alone .

H E .

Mine own dear love ! I se e the proof That ye be kind and true Of maid and wife in all my life n w The be st that e ver I k e . Be merry and glad! be no more sad! The case is changed new For it w e re ruth that for your truth

You should have cause to rue .

’ Be not dismay d ! whats oeve r I said To ou whe n an y I beg , I will not to the gre e n w ood go ’ ” n a I am o banish d mn .

SH E .

The se tidings be more glad to me han to be made a ue e n T q , If I w e re sure the y should endure But it is ofte n se e n Whe n men will bre ak promise the y spe ak l The w ords upon the sp een . Y e shape some w ile me to beguile And s al f omme w e en te r , I w a w s than it w as The n e re the c se or e , And I more w oe -begone For in my mind of all mankind ” o n I l ve but you alo e .

H E .

Ye shall not need further to dread I w ill not disparage Y u od de f ndl since o descend o (G e ) , y u i Of so gre at l neage . R B N D T O I HOO AND HE MONK . l 37

w T W No unde rs tand! o e stmereland, i i n h rit e Wh ch s mi e e ag , I will you bring and with a ring By w ay of marriage will ou a e and lad ma e I y t k , y k As shortly as I can ’ v w a le s son Thus ha e ye on an e r , ’ ” a is d mn And not a b n h a .

He re may ye se e that w omen be In l ve me ind and sta le o ek , k , b Let neve r man re prove the mthan Or call the mvariable ! But rathe r pray God that we may To thembe comfortable hich om i o th suc s h l h W s e t me pr ve h a e ove t ,

If the y be charitable . For since me n w ould that women should

B me to theme ac one e ek h , M u or o h h o ch m e ug t t e y t God obe y, v b n And se r e ut Himal o e .

R OB IN H OOD AND THE M ON/f.

In summ w w n e r he n the sha s be she e , And le av r an l n es be la ge d o g, It is full merry in fair forest To hear the fowles song ;

To se e the de e r draw to the dale

And leave the hilles hie And shadow the min the leaves green U nder h n-w t e gre e ood tree .

It e fell on a hitsuntid b W e , Ea l in M a mornin r y a y g, The sun up fair gan shine

And the birds me rry gan sing. TRADITIONAL BALLADS.

” A me rr mornin said Little o y g, J hn, By Himthat died on tree A more me rry man than I amone

Lives not in Christentie .

” Pluc u th heart m de ar master k p y , y ! ittle ohn an sa L J g y, And think it is a full fair time In a morning of May !

in ri v s me sai R in One th g g e e , d ob , d doe s m he art m h woe An y uc , That I may not so sole mn day

To mass nor matins go.

” i ht and mre It is a fortn g o , said he , Since I my Saviour se e - l to Nottin ham d R i To day wil I g , sai ob n, i ht of il With the mg md Mary .

' he n a e M uch th mill r son T Sp k , e e s , Evermore w ell himbe tide ake tw e lv of th wi ht e o T e y g y me n, ’ -w on d th i Well e ap , by y s de

f all m mrr men said Ro in O y e y , b , B faith will ne have y my , I no , But L hn hall he ar m ow ittle Jo , s y b Till that me list [it crave]

hou halt ar hin said Li le hn T s be t e own , tt Jo , ’ M as te r and I ll be ar mine ’ ” d w ll sh o a nn said Li An e o t pe y , ttle John , ” r h r n-woo l Unde t e g e e d yne .

will not shoot a e nn said Ro in Hood I p y , b , ’ 1 faith Little ohn with th e , J ! e , ” But e ve for one as thou shoots in r , said Rob , ’ ” fai h old t r I t , I h hee th e e .

TRA T N D I IO AL BALLADS .

Out at the door he ran Full soon and anon ; All the gates of N ottingham ’ mad to be a r e a n He e b r d, ch o e .

' Ri he said thou r se up , p oud sherifl Busk the e and make the e boun ! I have spied the K inges fe lon ;

Forsooth he is in this town.

I have spie d the false felon As he stands at his mass

’ I i lon o thee said th mn t s g f , e o k, ” An e ver he fromus pass .

’ This traitor s name is Robin Hood U nde r the gre e n -w ood lynde H e ro e d me once of a hundred ounds bb p ,

I t shall never out of my mind.

U the n rose this oud sheriff p pr , And vade tow ard himyare ’ Many was the mothe r s son hi To the church with mcan fare .

h ou hl thrust In at the doors they t r g y , With stave s full good e ach one al i Ro in Hood Alas ! as sa d b , ” w i l o n No miss I L tt e J h .

But Robin took out a two-hand sword That hange d down by his knee riff and his me n st d thi k The re as the she oo c est,

Thithe rward would he .

hric h at th m th n h n T e t orough e [ e ] e ra , rsoo h as ou sa Fo t I y y , ’ And wounded many a mothe r s son,

And twelve he sle w that day. 1 1 R OBIN HOOD AND THE MONK . 4

’ His sword upon the sheriff s head Ce rtainly he brake in two ; ” The smith that the made ai R e , s d obin, ! I pray God work himwoe !

For now amw e a onle ss sa d Ro in I p , i b , Alas ! agains t my will ; But if ma fle e the se trai r from I y to s , h w l ” I wot t e y i l me kill.

’ Robin s me n to the church ran hrou ho h me v r T g ut, t e e y one Som fe ll in swoonin a h w ad e g s t e y ere de , And lay s till as any stone None of the mw e re in the ir mind

But only Little J ohn.

Let be our dule said Little ohn y J , For his love that died on tre e !

t a should b ou h mn Ye h t e d g ty e ,

It is gre at shame to se e .

ur maste r has e en hard e st d O b b e , And ye t e scape d away ; Pluc u ou he ar s d leave this moan k p y r t , an ,

And he arke n what I shall say.

H a an a a e has se rve d O ur L dy m y d y, And ye t w ill se curely The re fore I trust in he r spe cially i a h h i No w cke d de t s all he d e .

e e fo la i L l ohn Th r re be g d sa d itt e J , And le t this mourning be And I shall be the monkes guide

With the might of mild M ary . 142 TRADITIONAL BALLADS.

” me t him said Little ohn An I e , J , We will go but we two [Here appear: to be something missing probably tile arrange ment betw een Little fi ber and M ack for proceeding: in aid qf RobinJ

Look that ye kee p well our trys ting tre e es mall U nde r the leav s , And spare none of this ve nison That goe th in this vale

Forth the we nt the se eomen wo y , y t , Little John and Much in fe re And looke d on M uch [from]eve ry house

The highway lay full near .

Little John stood at a window in the morning ’ And look d forth at a stage He w wa e whe h i in as r re t e M onk came r d g, An wi d th hima little page .

" B m faith said Littl ohn Much y y , e J to , I can the e tell tidings good se e whe re the M onk come s idin I r g, w ” I kno himby his wide hood.

he went into th wa th s omen oth T y e y, e e ye b , As courteous men and be nd

h s i i h T e y pe re d tid ngs at t e M onk,

As the y had bee n his frie nd.

aid i ohn Fro mwhe nce come ye s L ttle J , e ll us tidin s ou ra T g , I y p y , ’ Of a fals ou law call d R in Hood e t , ob , Was taken yeste rday

He robbe d me and my fellow both Of twe nty marks ce rtain If ha fals ou law ta n t t e t be ke ,

For sooth we would be fain.

TRADITIONAL BALLADS

k’ John smote off the Mon s he ad, N 0 longer would he dwe ll M h the l a So did uc ittle p ge ,

For fear le st he would tell.

Then they burie d the mboth, In neither moss nor ling; And Little John and M uch in fe re

Bare the le tters to our K ing.

av m lie lord God you s e , y ge ’ He kne el d down on his kne e , o sav m lie e lord God y u e , y g ! J e sus you save and se e !

od ou save m lie e K in ! G y , y g g To spe ak John was full bold i H e gave himthe le tte rs n his hand,

The K ing did it unfold.

The K ing read the le tte rs anon, ai o mi ht th And s d S g I e , The re w as neve r yeoman in merry England ’ I longd so sore to see .

Where is the monk the se should have brought ? O ur K ing [to them]gan say ” B m troth said Little ohn y y , J , ” He die d afte r the way.

The K ing gave M uch and Little John Twe nty pounds ce rtain d ade h f h r An m t e mye ome n o t e C own, n m in A d bade the go aga .

ha d H e gave John the seal in n , o the she iff for to ear [T ] r b , To bring Robin himto

And no man do himdere . ND N ROBIN HOOD A THE MO K .

ohn too hi le J k s ave at our K ing, The sooth as ou sa , I y y ; The ne x t way to Nottingham ta he e To ke y de the way.

When John came to Nottingham ’ s w The gate e re barr d, each one ; ohn led u J cal p the porte r, ’ He answer d soon anon .

hat is e ca s d W th u e , sai Little John Thou barre st the gate s so fas t ? ” Be a se of Ro i e orter c u b n Hood, said th p ,

In deep prison is cast.

! ll a John and M uch an d Wi Sc thlock, ooth a ou sa Fors s I y y, w our n o They sle men upo ur walls , ” n as aul v r a A d s t us e e y d y.

Little ohn s e ired after the s riff J p he , And soon he himfound ; ’ He o e ne d the in s v - p K g pri y seal,

And gave himin his hand.

' ’ hen the sh r fi s w th K in al W e i a e g s se , He did 06 his hood anon ; Where is the Monk that bare the letters ? H e said to Little John .

He is so fain of im aid ohn h , s J , orsooth as sa F , I you y , He has made hima ot of stminster bb We , ” A lord of that abbey.

The sheriff d h made John goo c eer, And gave himwine of the best ; A i h ir e t n g t they we nt to the b d,

And every man to his re st. — IV. I o TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS .

h h was asl e Whe n t e s eriff e p , Dr n n of w ine and al u ke e , Little John and Much forsooth wa Took the y unto the jail.

i l hn call d u ai L tt e Jo e p the j lor, And bade himrise anon ; He said Robin Hood had broken

And out of it was gone .

T ort r rose anon certain he p e , , And soon as he he ard John call ; ttl ohn was re ad w ith a swor Li e J y d, him th Wal And bare to e l.

ow will be orte r said Littl N I p , e John, And take the ke ys in hand He too the wa to Ro in Hood k y b , h i And soon e h munbound.

ave hima oo wor He g g d s d in his hand, His he ad with for to ee k p , And the re as the w all was lowest w Anon do n can the y leap.

B that the coc e an t r w [ y] k b g o c o , The day be gan to spring ; ' The sherifi found the ailo d ad j r e , T mi l he co ng bel made he ring.

He made cr throu hout all th y g e town, Whether he be ye oman or knave a ld ri i Th t cou b ng h mRobin Hood,

His warison he should have .

” For da e neve r a riff I r , s id the she , Come before our K ing For if do w r I , I ot ce tain

orsooth h a . F , e will me h ng

TRADITIONAL BALLAD!

hen bes ake our comel K in T p y g, I an an r hie n ge , Little ohn has e uile d e she ff J b g th ri , ’ h I fai th so as he me .

Lit l hn has t e Jo beguiled us both, And that full w ell s I ee , 01 e lse the she riff of Nottingham

Hie hange d should he be.

I made the mye ome n of the Crown And gave the mfe e w ith my hand; ” ave them rithe said our K in I g g , g ou h Thr g out all merry England.

” ave th m r the said our K in I g e g i , g, sa so mi ht the I y, g I , Forsooth such a yeoman as he is one I al n l England are not thre e .

He is t u o his ms r said our K in r e t a te g, sa sw n I y, by e e t St. Joh , He love s be tte r Robin Hood

Than he doe s us e ach one .

Ro in Hoo i v r o him b d s e e bound t ,

Both in stre e t and stall.

S e a no mor f ma t r sai r K in p k e o this t e ! d ou g, ” But John has be guiled us all.

Thus e nds the talking of the M onk And Robin Hood I wis Go a w i d, th t is eve r a cro ned K ng, Bring us all to his bliss !

R OBI N H OOD AND THE BI SH OP.

Come e ntleme n all andlisten awhile , g ’ And a story I ll to you unfold ’ I ll te ll you how Robin Hood se rve d the Bishop ’ When he robb d himof his gold. ROBIN H D AND THE B SH P OO I O . x 49

A it fell out on a sun -shin da s , y y, he n Phoe us was in rime W b p , h n Ro in Hood r T e b , that arche good, I w n mirth ould spend some time .

’ And as he wal d the fore st alon k g, ome astime for to s S p py, There was he aware of a proud Bishop

And all his company .

0 wha s l d said R n ood n t hal I o obi H the , If th Bisho he doth a e me e p t k , ’ No mrc ll show o m n w e y he t e , I k o , ” But hanged I shall be.

’ h R in was stout and urn him T en ob , t d about, And a little house there he did s py

And to an old wife , for to save his life,

He loud began for to cry.

Wh w ai th ol w man y , ho art thou s d e d o , Come tell to me for good aman outlaw as man do know I , y ,

My name it is Robin Hood.

’ And ond th Bi o an i mn y e r s e sh p d all h s e , And if hat n b t I take e , ’ hen da and ni h h ll w r m s i T y g t e o k y p te , ” And hanged I shall be .

” If thou be Ro in Hood said h ld wif b , t e o e , As th d s e m ou ost e to be , ’ I ll for the e rovide an the will id p , d e I h e r F omthe Bishop and his company .

For re mem r one Satu da ni ht I be , r y g Thou brought me both shoe s and hose ’ The refore I ll provide thy pe rson to hide ” Andkee p thee fromthy foe s . 1 50 TRADITIONAL BALLAD:

h n ive me oon th coa of re T e g s y t g y , And take thou my man tle of green Th s indle and twine unto m e si n y p e r g , ” And take thou my arrows so kee n !

’ And when Robin Hood was so array d He w e nt straight to his company ’ i indl an win h ft look i With h s sp e d t e , e o d be h nd

For the Bishop and his company.

wh i onder uoth ittl ohn 0 o s y , q L e J , That now comes ove r the lea ? n w will at he r l t A arro I e fly , l wi l h ” So like an o d tch ooks s e .

0 hol th hand said Ro in H od d y b o then, And shoot not thy arrows so kee n ! amRo in Hood th maste r ood I b , y g , h ” And quickly it s all be se en.

’ The Bisho he came to the old woman s hous p e , ’ nd call d w i h fu ious mo A , t r o d, Come le t me soon se e and in unto me , br g That traitor Robin Hood

Th ol woman he se t on a mil -white ste d e d k e , Himse lf on a dapple gre y And for j oy that he had got Robin Hood

He we nt laughing all the way.

But as the w e re ridin he f s al n y g t ore t o g, The Bishop he chance d for to se e A hundred brave bowmen bold S and unde r he e e -wo t t gr n od tre e .

” 0 who is onde the Bisho the n said y r, p , ’ That s ranging within yonde r w ood Ma sa s he old w oman hin it t rry ! y t , I t k o A ’ ” man call d Robin Hood.

2 TRA TI L 1 5 DI ONAL BA LADS.

- - ROBI N H OOD AND ALLAN A DALE .

Come liste n to m ou allants so f e e , y g r e ! All you that love mirth for to he ar And I will tell you of a bold outlaw

That live d in Nottinghamshire .

As Ro in H d in th forest stood b oo e , A d r a r n -wood r e nd un e g e e t e , The re he was aware of a brave young man

As fine as fine might be .

w i c l The youngster as clothe d n s ar et red, In s carle t fine and gay ; d h id i ov e l An e d frisk t er th p ain,

And chanted a roundelay.

Ro in ood As bin Hood nex t morn g st , a Amongst the le aves so g y, The re did he e spy the same young man h w Come drooping along t e ay .

w h da e fore The scarlet he ore t e y b , It was cle an cast away f ’ And at e very ste p he e tch d a sigh, ac an w ll-a-da Al k, d e y

Then steppe d forth brave Little John ’ And M uch the mille s son [ ] r , hi w W ch made the young man bendhis bo ,

Whe n as he se e themcome .

' ta n sai S nd ofl stand off the young ma d, What is your w ill with me s t rai You must come be fore our ma e r st ght, - ” Unde r yon gre en wood tree . - - ROBIN HOOD AND ALLAN A DALE . 1 53

d when he came old Ro in e f An b b b ore , Robin aske d himcourte o usly O hast thou any mone y to spare For my merry me n and me

” n oun man I have no mo ey , the y g said, Bu five shillin s an a rin t g , d g ; n ha ave e t is s v n lon A d t t I h k p th e e g ye ars , w To have it at my e dding.

e sterda should have marrie d a maid Y y I , ’ B h n fr mm w ta ut s e soo o e as en , ’ And ho e n o b an ol ni ht i t c s t e d k g s de l gh , ” Where by my poor he art is slain.

hat is th name e n sai R in Ho W y ? th d ob od, Com t l m w i hou an f e el e , t t y ail ” B the faith of m od ai he oun man y y b y, the n s d t y g , M - - ” y name it is Allan a dale .

Wha wil th i m Ro t t ou g ve e , said bin Hood In ready gold or fee To he lp the e to thy true Love again And delive r he r unto the e

” hav no mone e n uoth e oun man I e y, th q th y g , No re ad old nor fe e y g , But I will swear upon a book ” Thy true servant for to be .

How many mile s is it to thy true Love ? Come tell me w ithout guile ” B the fai f m d hen said the oun y th o y bo y , t y g ! ” It is but five little mile .

hen Ro i h ov h ain T b n e haste d e r t e pl , He did neither stint nor [blin] U ntil he came unto the church i Where Allan should keep his wedd ng. TRAD ITIONAL BALLADS.

” o e isho h n said What has t th u here ? th b p t e , ” I prithe e now tell unto me l ” ar r uoth Ro in Hood I ama bold h pe , q b , ” And the be st in the N orth country.

w l om the is o h said O welcome ! 0 e c e ! b h p e , ” That music be st pleas e th me . ” h have no music uoth Ro in Hood You s all , q b , ” Till the bride and the bridegroomI se e .

i a ame in he w alth ni ht W th th t c t e y k g , hich w as oth rave and old W b g , And after hima finikin lass

n i li t in o Did shi e l ke the g s er g g ld.

” i is not a fit match uoth old Ro in Hood Th s , q b b , That you do see mto make he re me int h h r h F or s ince we are co o t e c u c , ” The Bride shall choose he r own De ar !

h n Ro in H d u his horn to his mou T e b oo p t th, And ble w blas ts two or thre e Whe n four and twenty bowmen bold

Came leaping ove r the le a.

And wh n came int the hur h ar e [they] o c c y d, ow Marching all on a r , The first man was Allan-a-dale

To give bold Robin his bow .

” his is th true L ve Ro in he said T y o , b , Young Allan ! as I he ar say ; married at this sam ime And you shall be e t , ” Before we de part away.

hat shall not b the isho said T e b p he , For thy word shall not stand ’ h a l h e e ime s ask d in h hur h T e y sh l be t r t t e c c , ” As the law is of our land.

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w He had not gone miles t o or three , But it was his chance to spy w lust riests clad all in la k T o y p , b c ,

Come riding gallantly .

” d ite the n said Ro in H Be ne ic ! b ood, Some pity on me take ! o m han w th i v Cross y u y d i a s l er groat, ’ For Our Dear Lady s sake

F r ave n w nd rin all this da o I h be e a e g y, An o n coul e t d n thi g d I g , N ot so much as one poor cup of drink ” N or bit of bre ad to e at.

” Now Our Dame the riests re lie d , by , p p , We neve r a pe nny have ’ i orni hav bb d For we th s m ng e be en ro , ” And could no money save .

” ammuch afraid said old Ro in Hood I , b b , That you both do te ll a lie And now be fore you do go he nce

I amresolved to try.

s ar m o Whe n a the prie sts he dhi say s , The n the y rode away amain ; But Robin Hood be took to his heels n m in A d soon overtook the aga .

h n Ro in H d lai h ld of themboth T e b oo d o , ’ And pull d the mdown fromthe ir horse 0 are us friar ! he rie sts crie out Sp , t p d , On us have some re morse

You said ou ha mne uoth he y d no o y , q , Whe re fore w ithout delay We thre e will fal d w n l o n on our k ees , f r And o mone y we will pray. ’ D ROBIN HOO s GOLDEN PRIZE.

ri s h n t The p e ts t ey could o himgainsay, ’ But down the y kne el d with spe ed ; nd us n hen uoth the Se 0 se d us t q y, Some mone y to se rve our ne e d

The priests did pray with a mournful che e r ; me tims e ir hands di wrin So e th d g,

Some time s they we pt and crie d aloud, d Whilst Robin di merrily sing.

’ n h a Whe the y had be e n praying an our s sp ce , The priests did still lament ; ’ Then quoth bold Robin N ow let s see What mone y he ave n hath us sent !

We w ill be share rs all alike Of mone y that w e have And the re is ne ve r an one of us ” That his fellow shall de ce ive .

ands in t ir o e ts u The priests the ir h he p ck p t, But mone y w ould find none ; ’ s ar h ours lves said Ro in Hood We ll e c e , b , ” h e r on one . Eac o th , e by

t i o se arch the mboth The n Robin ook pa ns t , And he found good store of gold; Five hundre d pie ce s pre sently

Upon the gras s was told.

r i a rave show said Ro in Hood He e s b , b , Such store of gold to se e n h ne have a art A d you shall eac o p , ’ ’ ” Cause you pray d so he artily .

v f o ds a- iece He ga e the mfi ty p un p , And the re st for himself did kee p a one w The prie sts durst not spe k ord,

But the y sighed wondrous deep. 1 58 TRAD ITIONAL BALLAI

a rie sts rose u fromtheir knee s With th t the p p , Thinking to have parte d so ; s a s Ro in Hood one th more N ay ! t y ! say b , ing

I have to say ere you go.

al sworn sai old Ro in You sh l be , d b b Hood, on is hol rass Up th y g , v ll lies a a n That yo u will ne e r te g i , u s Which way soeve r yo pas .

o ath that ou he re m The sec nd o y ust take , That all the days of your live s mai o You shall ne ver te mpt ds t sin, ’ me n wives Nor lie with othe r s .

las oath ou shall ta e it is s The t y k , thi , Be charitable to the poor S ay you have me t with a holy friar ! ” n And I desire o more .

s he m h i o s s a He e t t on t e r h r e gain, And away then the y did ride ; ’ nd h re turn d to the me rr r n A e y g e e wood, ith reat o mi th and rid W g j y, r , p e .

’ THE S PAN I S H LAD Y S LO VE .

Will you hear a Spanish Lady ’ How she woo d an Englishman ? Garme nts gay and rich as may be ’ D e ck d with j e we ls she had on Of a comel counte nance and ac w as she y gr e , d a d a f e An by birth n pare nt ge o high d gre e .

s his n h A priso e r the re e ke pt her, In his hands her life did lie

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Leave me not unto a Spaniard! You alone e nj oy my he art amlov l oun nd t nde r I e y , y g, a e , w m Love is like ise y de se rt . ’ Still to serve thee day and night my mind is press d ’ ” f n l s is d s The wi e of eve ry E g i hman counte bles d.

! I a hame f ir Lad t would be s , a y ! For to be ar a woman he nce Englis h soldiers neve r carry

Any such without offence . ’ l ui l chan e mself if it be so I l q ck y g y , ; ’ ’ ” n i a a I ll f llow the e wh re e r thou A d l ke p ge o , e go.

I have ne ithe r gold nor silve r To maintain the e in this case

And o t ave l is e at cha e s t r gr rg ,

A o now in e ve lace . s y u k , ry p n and w e ls e ve o sha l e th ow My chai s j e ry ne l b y n ,

w . And eke five hundred pounds in gold, that lie s unkno n

n h e a ar an a O t e s e m y d ngers , a ar M ny storms do the re ise , Which will be to ladie s dre adful w Andforce te ars from ate ry e ye s . ll in tru h ould e ndure ex tre mit We ! t , I c y, ” For I could find in heart to lose my love for thee .

Courteous Lady ! le ave this folly ! He re comes all that bre eds this strife I in England have alre ady

A swe e t w oman to my wife . vow for old no ain I will not falsify my g r g ,

Nor ye t for all the faire st dame s that live in Spain.

0 how happy is that w oman That e nj oys so true a frie nd! Many happy days God le nd her !

Of my s uit I make an end. ’ HE BA FF DA HTE ILI S UG R . 16 1

On m ne e s a don crave for m offe nce y k I p r y , hi h love and tru aff c ien W c e e t did first commence .

Commend me to your gallant lady Be a to he r this chai f o d r n o g l , ith the se racele ts for a to e n W b k , Grie ving that I w as so bold All my j e w els in like s o rt take thou w ith the e

For the are ttin for th wife but no fo me . y fi g y , t r

will s e nd m da s in a er I p y y pr y , Love and all his law s de fy I n a nunne w ill sh oud m ry I r e , Far froman m a y co p ny. But e re m a ers have an e n e s f y pr y d, b ure o thi s To pray for the e and for thy love I will not miss

hus fare well most allant Ca tain T , g p ! ’ Fare well too my he art s cOnte nt ! Count not S anish ladie s wan n p to , hou h i T g to the e my mnd w as be nt. Joy and true prospe rity remain w ith the e ! The li e fall unto th sha e most fair Lad k y r , y

’ THE BAI LI FF S DA U GH TE R.

he e w as a outh and a w ell- eloved outh T r y , b y , ’ And he w as a squire s son ’ H o d a ail au h r e l ve b ifi s d g te dear, liv l That ed in I s ington .

Yet she e in co w ould not elieve , b g y , b hat he did love he r so T , N or w ould she any counte nance

U nto this young man show.

But whe n his frie nds did unde rstand

His fond and foolish mind — , IV. I I TRAD 162 ITIONAL BALLADS .

s nt himu o fair London They e p t , nd An appre ntice himto bi .

’ ’ And now he s one tis se ve n lon e g g y ars , And ne ve r his Love could see 0 man a e a have she d for he r sa e y t r I k , ” Whe n she little thought of me .

One day the maids of I slington We nt forth to s port and play " n he bail fl dau r d r And the t i s ghte ea , s c l wa She e ret y s tole a y .

’ he ull d off he r e tt own of in S p pr y g p k , An ut on a e d atti e d p r gg r , nd to fair London she w ould o A g , u L v For he r tr e o e to inquire .

And as she w ent alon the oad g r , The w e athe e in hot and dr r b g y , sat he r dow n on a as an She gr sy b k , h r a And e true Love c me riding by.

he sta te d u w ith a colour so re d S r p , , Catching hold of his bridle re in One e nn ! one e nn ind Sir she sai p y p y , k d, l Wou d eas e me of much pain.

Befo e ive ou one e nn swe e t ea r I g y p y , h rt ! P t ll m w w ” ray e e he re you ere born . At slin ton ind Sir said she I g , k , Whe e have had man r I y a scorn .

rithee swe theart ! then e l I p , e t l to me, 0 tell me whethe r you know ’ The bailiff s daughte r of I slington ! ” She i a s de d, Sir ! long ago.

TRAD T N I IO AL BALLADS .

’ rom hinn -muir when thou hast ass d F W y p ,

Eve rie nighte and alle , ’ B i o Dre ad tho come st at las t To r gg u , And Chris t rece ive thy saule

’ ’ romBri o Dre ad when thou hast ass d F gg p , v ni te and alle E e rie gh , u ator i e thou comest at as To P rg y F r l t, And Christ re ce ive thy saule !

If v o avest meat or drin e e er th u g k , v i h e an alle E e rie n g t d , The fire shall neve r ma e thee shrink k e , And Chris t re ceive thy saule

If meat or drin e thou avest nane k g , ri ni an l Eve e ght d al e , The fire will urn thee to the ar an b b e b e , And Christ re ceive thy saule

hi a ni hte is ae ni hte T s e g , th g , Ev ri ni te and alle e e gh , and s e te and candleli hte Fire le g , And Christ re ce ive thy saule II.

BALLADS AND ROMANCES .

BY WN A H R KNO UT O S .

JOHN GOWER . — — 1330 1 4oa 8.

THE K IN G OF H UN GAR Y.

I finde upon surque drie How that whilome of Hungary B olde da es w as a K in y y g, d ho ve r Wise an ne st in [e y]thing. And so e fe ll u on da b p a y, w mon h of M a And that as in the t y, a that i i was usance As [ t ]t me t , This K ing w ith noble purve yance ’ Hath for himself his car arra d y , ’ Where in he wouldé ride amay d Out of the city fOr to play With lords and [noble company] Of lusty folk that w e re n young ’ n n Whe re some play d a d some su g, And some w al and some ride [ k] , An m h ir hor e aside d so e prick t e s ,

And idle the m now in now o ut. br , , The K ing his e ye cast about ill h was a h las aw are T e t t e t , And saw coming agains t his car 166 BALLADS AND ROMANCE

Two pilgrims of so gre at [an]age That like unto a drie image he were n ale and fade-hue d [T y] , p ’ And as a bush w hich is bes now d Their be ardes w e ren hoar and white The re w as of kinde but a lite t s ould not se e mfull de ad Tha the y [ h ] y . am o the K in and ade The y c e unt g, b

Som of his ood for cha it . e g , r y An he with re at humilit d , g y, f his ar to ound he le a t O ut o c gr [ ] p , Andthe min both his arms he ke pt And isse d the m oth foot and hand k , b , Before the lordes of his land

And gave the mof his good the re to . And whe n h hath is d de do e th e e ,

H e goe th into his car again . hen was mu mu then w as disdain T r r , , The n was complaint on e ve ry side he said out of the i ow ne ride T y [ ] r p , Each one to othe r What is this O ur K in hath d hi hin amiss g one t s t g , So to abas e his royalty hat e ve man it mi hte se e T ry g , And humble himin s uch a w ise To the m hat w e e of none e m is t r pr e . Thus w as it spoke n to and fro f hemt a w e with him al o h O t h t e r , th ug All privily behind his back

But to himself [the re]no man spake . The K inges brother in pre sence Was at tha im an r at offe nc t t e , d g e e He too the e of and was the same k r , Above all othe r w hich mos t blame Upon his liege lord hath laid And hath unto the lordes said

168 BALLADS AND RO MANCES.

Among the lordes to the hall And whe n [that]the y had s uppe d all he too the i le ave and fo th the T y k [ r] r y go . The K in e thou ht he himse lf tho g b g [ ] , How he his brothe r may chastie That he through his surque drie Took upon hand [so]to dispraise Humilit which is to aise y , pr , And the re upon gave s uch counsel ow ard his K in that w as nou ht h T g, g e il ’ Whe re of to be the be tte r le ar d ’ ma h afe a He thinke th to ke im r d. o ha in thilke daw e I t fell s , t t There w as ordaine d by the law me t w ith a s te ne e ath A tru p r br , w cle ed he t u of d Which as p t r mp e ath . And in the Cou w he e the K in w rt , r g as , A ce rtain man this trump of brass ath in e e in and the e of s rve t H k p g r e h, That whe n a lord his de ath de se rve th He shall this dre adful trumpet blow Before his gate and make [him]know How that the j udgment [has be e n]given Of de ath which shall nou ht be fo iv , g rg e n. T K in whe n it w as n i ht an he g, g , on i man has s ent and ad him Th s , b e gone ’ To trumpe t at his brother s gate ; nd which mus so d al a A he t o g te , ’ h a o h in Goet forth nd d th t e K g s behe st. his lo d w hich he a d of this tem s T r , r pe t hat he efo e his ate s o le w T b r g [ ]b , Then w is t he by the law and kne w w e ad That he as [of a sure ty]d . And as of hel he w is t no e de p , r But se nd [out]for his frie ndes all A how i i fa nd told the m t s be ll. lHN GOWER .

And the himask the reason wh y [ ] y, But he the [re as on]nought forthy

Wist not and the e w as sorrow tho. , r For it stood thilke time so This trumpe t w as of s uch se ntence That the re against no resis tance The y could ordaine by no w ay That he might not algate die But if so that he may purchase

To ge t his lie ge lordes grace . The ir w ittes the re upon the y cast h la And be e n appointed at t e st . This lord a w orthy lady had U nto his w ife which al o d ad , s r H e r lo des de ath and child e n five r , r Be tw e e n themtw o the had alive y , hat w e e n oun and te nde of a e T r y g r g , And of stature and of visage Ri h fai g t r and lus ty one s to se e . Then cas te n the y [that]he and she o th w ith the i child e n on the mo ow F r r r rr , As the hat w e e n full of so ow y t r rr , All na e d but of smoc an shi k k d rt , To tende w ith the K in es he a t r g r , His grace the y shoulde n go to s e che

And pardon of the de ath be se ech. hus as s en the tha w eful i ht T p y t o n g . And e a l whe n the saw it li ht r y, y g , ’ The y ve gone themforth in such a wise As thou to -fo e hast he a d de vise r r , All na h i i ke d but t e r sh rtes on . he w e t and the made much of man T y p [ y] o , hei hai han in a out the i e ars T r r g g b r , With n w i sobbing a d th sorry te ars . This lord goe th the n an humble pace hat whilome roud an no l was T p d b e , BALLADS AND RO C 170 MAN ES .

Where of the city sore a-flight

Of the mthat sawe n thilke sight. ’ And ne erthele ss all ope nly With uch w e e in and w ith such c s p g, ry, Forth w ith his childre n and his wife

H e goe th to pray for his life . U nto the Court whe n the y be come And me n the e in have he de nome r , The re w as no w ight if he the mse e Fromw ate r might he ke e p his e ye

For sorrow which the y made [the m]tho . K in s os e of this woe The g upp th , And feigne th as he nothing wis t ; ’ But n e rthele ss at his u ist e , pr f M e n told to himhow [ that]it are d. wh ha e his w nde he ard And e n t t h t o r , ll I n has te he goe th into the ha , And all at one time down the fall [ ] y , n If any pity may be fou d. e K i which se e th them o to round Th ng, g g , ath as mwhat is the fe a H ke d the r ,

Why the y be so despoile d the re . His othe s i Ha Lo d me c ! br r a d , r r y I w ot none othe r [re ason]w hy But only that this night full late f a w as a m a The trump o de th t y g te , I n toke n that I shoulde die Thus w e be come [now]for to pray That ye my worldes death re spite ! Ha f ol ! how th u art for to w ite , o o r , The K in n his the saith g u to bro r , That thou art of so little faith ’ That only for a trumpe t s sound Hath n ile u h the town go e despo d thro g , Thou and thy wife in such manner Forth w ith thy children that be here

A R 17 2 B LLADS AND OMAN CES .

ROBERT HENRYSON . — 142 5 7 1 480

THE BL UI D Y S ARK I

hi hin ar he ar b old T s de r ye I d e t , The re was a worthy K ing D u es e a les and a ons old k , r , b r b , i He had at his bidd ng. Th Lo d was ancient ld e r , and o , And six ty ye ars could ring a h a o f ld He h d a daug te r, f ir t o

A lusty Lady ying.

Of all fai he ad she o e the w r r b r flo e , ’ nd eke he r fa he r s h ir A t e , f lus lai is an i hon itr O ty t d h gh o ,

M e e but and de onair. k, b S e w nnit in a i l ow e h y b g y b r , O n fold w as none so fair P ince s loved h r ar amour r e p , I wh n countries e ve ry e re .

The re dw elt a little be side the K ing A foul Giant of ane

Stol n he has the Lad in e y y g, Aw ay with he r is gane ; And t he r in his dun e onin ke p g g, Whe re light she might se e nane H un e and cold and re at thi stin g r , g r g,

She found into he r waine .

He w as the loathlie st on the look That on the ground might gang His nails w as li an hellis -cruik ke , l The rewith five quarte rs ang. ’ w a nan hat h r The re s e t e o e took, n i or e t in wran I r ght y g, ROBERT HENRYSON

But all in sunde r he the mshook The Gian w t as so strang.

H e held the Lady day and night Within his de ep dungeen ; He w ould no ught give of he r a sight For old nor e t ransom g , y , But if the K ing might get a K night To ht wi his e son fig th p r , To fight with himboth day and night ill w w T one e re dinged do n .

The K i ma se e aith far and near ng de k b , Baith s a and land by e , Of any K night if he might he ar

Wo uld fight w ith that Gyand. A worth Prince that had no ee y , p r , ’ Has ta e n the d e d in hand e , For the love of the Lady clear

And held full true cunnand.

That Prince came proudly to the town O f that Giant to he ar ; An fou h wi h him hi ain e rson d g t t , s p , And took himpris one r himin his ain dun e on And cast g , Alone w i houte n fe e , t r , ith hun e cold and confusion W g r , , ,

As full we ll w orthy w e re .

S ne a e the ow e had home the y br k b r , nto he r fath r f e U e [ re ].

Sae e vil wounded w as the K night, That he behoved to dee U nlusome w as his od di ht [b y] g , His sark w as all bluidy In all the world w as the re a wight So piteous for to see BALLADS AND ROMANCE

h an made reat m T e Lady mourne d d g oan, With all he r mickle might l ved ne ve Lov but one I o r e ,

That dolefully now is dight. God se nd my life we re fromme tone Er had se e ou s i h e I n y r g t, Or else in be gging eve r to gone orth with ou cou eous K ni ht F y , rt g

He said~ Fai r Lady ! now must I Di rus l me row e, t t y ye t a e e m sa that is luid T k y y rk, b y, And hang it be fore you i s t thin on it and s ne on me F r k , y , Whe n me n comes you to w oo Lad said B M a f e e The y y ry r , ” r o ma The e t I ke a vow .

he n that she loo e d to the sa W k rk , She thou ht on the e rsOn g p , And praye d for himw ith all he r he art hat loose d he r of bandoiI n T , Where she w as w ont to sit full me rk In that de e p dungeon w il w in rt And eve r h e she as que , e That was he r a le ss n.

S o w ell the Lady loved the K night hat n ma w uld sh a T o n o e t ke . So should we do our God of might hat did all for us ma e T k , Which fullely to death was dight For sinful man is sa e [h ] k . So should w e do oth da and ni ht , b y g With prayers to himmake

BALLAD AN S D ROMAN CES .

Have eve r to the s un By Fame be e n raised

And for mself — uoth b y q e , his m full rest shall b T y e , ’ England ne e r mourn for me Nor more e ste e mme ; Victor I w ill re main O r on this e arth lie slain N e ve r shall she sustain Loss to e de emm r e .

Poictiers and C ess ell r y t , Whe n mosr the i ride di sw ell r p d , U nde r our swords the y fe ll N 0 le ss our skill is han when our randsi r a T g re g e t, Claimin the e al se at g r g , By many a warlike feat ’ LO d e re nch pp th F lilie s .

The Duke of York so dre ad The e age r vanward le d With the main H enry spe d Amongst his he nchmen Ex cester had the e ar r , A ave man not the br r re , 0 Lord how hot the y we re On the false Fre nchmen

The y now to fight are gone Armou on a mour shone r r , Drumnow to drumdid groan To he ar was w onde r hat with the c ie s th ma T , r e y ke , The very e arth did shake ; ume t to t um e t s a Tr p r p p ke ,

Thunder to thunder. M I CHAEL DRAYTON .

W ell i thin a e came t e ge b , O noble Erpingham! Which didst the signal aim T our hid fo ce s o r , Wh n f oma me adow e r by, i a s o ms uddenl L ke t r y, The English arche ry

Stuck the Fre nch horses.

anish ew so on With Sp y str g, Arrow s a cloth-yard long t li o e r e nts stun Tha ke t s p g,

Pie rcing the w e athe r, n f f l s N o e romhis e low start , But la in manl arts , p y g y p A li e En lish he arts nd ke tru g , o e he Stuck cl se tog t r .

When dow n the ir bows the y thre w And forth the ir bilboe s dre w h nch th flew And on t e Fre e y , N ot one was tardy ; Arms f omth s rs se nt r e houlde , al s the t t w e e nt Sc p to ee h e r r , sants w e nt D own the French pe a ,

Our men we re hardy.

w r n l K in This hile ou ob e g, w a dishin His broad s ord br n g, I nto he host did in t fl g, ’ w mit As to o e r hel , And many a de e p w ound lent His armw ith blood be sprent And many a cruel de nt

Bruiz ed his helme t .

loste that du e so ood G r, k g , N h l d e x t of t e royal b oo , — I V. 12 178 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

For famous England stood With his brave brother ; n e in ste e l so ri ht Clare c , b g , o a maiden ni ht Th ugh but k g , Ye t in that furious fight

Scarce such anothe r.

Warwick in blood did w ade ford foe invade Ox the , And cruel slaughter made S till as the y ran up ' Suflolk his ax e did ply Beaumont and Willoughby Bare the mright doughtily ; r Fe re t s and Fanhope .

’ on is in s Da Up St . Cr p y w a n l Fought s this ob e fray, Which Fame did not delay

To England to carry. 0 whe n shall Englishmen i s h ac fill a e n W th uc ts p , Or England bre e d again Such a K ing Harry ?

L LER D SAMUE TAYLOR CO I GE. — 1 77 2 1 834.

THE RI ME OF THE AN CI EN T MARIN ER.

PART I .

It is an an ient Marin c e r , And he stoppe th one of thre e ; B th lon and li ri y y g grey beard g tte ng e ye, ’ Now whe re fore stopp s t thou me

’ ’ The ide roo s do n w br g m ors are ope d ide , And I amnex t of kin

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Re d as a rose is she

N oddin the i he ads e fo e he r o s g r , b r g e

The me rry minstrelsy.

The w eddin - ue st he e at his e as t g g b br , Ye t he can not choose but hear

And thus s a e n tha anc e n man p k o t i t , The ri ht-e ed M a i b g y r ne r.

And now the sto m- last came and he r b , Was tyrannous and strong ; ’ He st uc with his e rtakin wi r k o g ngs , And chas l ed us South a ong.

ith lo in mas ts and di in row W S p g , pp g p , As who purs ue d w ith yell and blow Still tre ads the shadow of his o f e , And forwa d e nds his he ad r b , ’ The shi d ove fast loud roar d h l t p r , t e b as , And Southwa a rd ye we fle d.

And now the e came oth mist and snow r b , And it gre w wondrous cold And ice mas t-hi h came oa i g fl t ng by, As re en as m ald g e e r .

And throu h the d ifts th snow g r , e y clifts Did se nd a dismal she e n

Nor sha e s of men nor eas ts we k n p b e , Th i w all e e ce as b tween.

The ice was he e the ice w as he r , t re , The ice was all around ’ ’ ’ ’ It crack d and rowl d and roar d and how g , l d, Li e ois s in a w k n e s ound.

At len th did c os s an al atro g r b ss , Thorough the fog it came SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . 18 1

As if it had e n a Ch is tian so l b e r u , ’ ’ We hail d it in Gods name .

’ It ate the food it ne e had a e r t , And und and ound it fle w ro r , The ice did split w ith a thunde r -fit ’ The helmsman s te e r d us through !

And a good South w ind sprung up behind The al di f w batros s d ollo . And e ve da for food or la ry y, p y , ’ Came to the marine rs hollo

In mist or cloud on mast or sh oud , r ’ It pe rch d for ve spe rs nine hile s all the ni ht throu h fo -smo e white W g , g g k , ’ ” limmr w i e moonshine G e d the h t .

The ancient God sav h i n e t e e , anc1e nt M a e , r r M ariner inhos Fromthe fie nds that plague the e thus pi tably kille th ’ 1: bird Why look s t tho u so With my cross -bow $253 1 shot the albatross .

PART I I .

The sun now rose upon the right Out of the se a came he , Stil i n mis t a d o h l f l h d i , n n t e e t

Went down into the sea.

And the oo So th w in il w hi g d u d st l ble be nd, But no s w e e t i d did follow b r , Nor an da for food or la y y, p y, ’ Came to the marine rs hollo !

And had done a h li h in I el s th g, And it w ould work the mw oe ’ ’ For all ave rr d I had kill d the bird 1 2 8 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

hat made e re ez e to low T th b b . Ah wre tch ai the he i , s d y, t b rd to slay ’ That made the bre ez e to blow !

’ Nor dimnor re d li e God s own head But ! the , k , The glorious s un uprist ’ ’ The n all ave rr d I had kill d the bird ha n lm m m T t brought the fog and mist. ’ ’ was ri ht said the such i ds to sla T g , y , b r y ’ ha T t bring the fog and mist.

The fai e e z e lew the white foamflew r br b , , ’ The furrow follow d fre e We w e re the firs t that eve r burst n sile n se a I to that t .

Down d o t the e ez e th sails d o t down r p br , e r p , ’ Twas sad as s ad could be And w e did spe ak only to bre ak The silence of the se a !

All in a hot and c0 e r sk pp y, The lood sun at noon b y , , Right up above the mast did stand N o i er than the oon b gg m .

Da after da da afte da y y , y r y, We stuc nor e a h nor motion k , br t As idle as a painte d ship U on a ain p p te d oce an .

ate w ate e ve whe e W r , r ry r , And all the boards did shrink Wate wate e ve whe e r , r ry r , N or an o d in y drop t r k .

The ve ry de ep did rot alas ! That e ve r this should be

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s c a mis a sha e wist A pe k , t, p , I ! ’ ’ And still it ne ar d and ne ar d

As if it od e d a wate -s rite d g r p , ’ ’ lun d and tack d and ve e r d. It p ge ,

ith throats unsla ed w ith lac li s aked W k , b k p b , We could nor laugh nor w ail Through utter drought all dumb w e stood ’ bit m m suck d the lood I y ar , I b , And crie d A sail a sail !

ith h oats unsla e d w ith lac li s a ed W t r k , b k p b k , Agape the y he ard me call h f r o did rin A flash of o Grame rcy ! t e y o j y g , j y, nd a nc t e i e ath ew in A ll at o e h r br dr ,

As the y were drinking all.

c ied she tac s no more Se e see I r , k , i t wor us we al H the r o k , i o re ez e without a tide W th ut a b , , She ste adies w ith upright keel

wa w as all aflam The Western ve e , w w ll- i done The day as e n gh , e n w ave Almost upon the We st r , Re sted the broad bright sun Whe n that strange shape drove suddenly bu u:e skeb Be tw1x t us and the s un .

’ w as fl ck d wit ars And straight the sun e h b , ’ ( He aven s mothe r send us grace ’ As if through a dunge on grate he pe er d in fac With broad and burn g e .

Alas ou ht an m he art ea loud ! th g I , d y b t , How fast she ne ars and ne ars r ail a Are those he s s th t glance in the sun, Like re stless gossame re s ? SAMUEL A L R C LERIDGE T Y O O . 1 85

Are those her ribs through which the sun Did peer as through a grate ? And is that w oman all he r cre w ? Is that a Death and are the re two ? ’ Is De ath that woman s mate ?

Her li s w e re re d her loo s w e fr e p , k re e , Her locks we re yellow as gold He r skin w as as white as leprosy ; The Ni ht-mar Life -in -Dea g e th was she , ’ Who thic s men s lood wi h k b t cold.

The na ed hulk alon side came k g , And the twain w e re casting dice ’ ’ Th am is don I ve w on I v w n e g e e , e o u h and whistle s thric Q oth s e , e .

’ The sun s rimdi s the sta s ush out p , r r , At one stride come s the dark ; ’ ith far-heard whis e r o e r th s a W p , e e 06 t r - a sho the spect e b rk .

’ ’ We listen d and look d sideways up ear a m h ar as t a cu F t y e t , a p , - My life blood se eme d to s ip . The stars w ere dim and thic the ni h , k g t, ’ ’ Th st s man s fac his lam le amdw i e e e r e by p g h te, Fromthe sails the de w did drip Till clomb above the e aste rn bar The ho n d moon wi h one i ht star At the risin of r e , t br g g e mo n th o , Within the ne the r tip.

’ O r one - moon ne afte , by the star dogg d , Too uic for roan or si h q k g g , ’ E his a a ach turn d f ce with ghastly pang, w And curse d me ith his e ye . 186 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

Four time s fifty living men And heard nor si h nor oan ( I g gr ) , ith he av thum a lifele ss lum W y p , p , o t wn n on The y dr p do o e by e .

The souls did fromthe ir bodie s fly The y fle d to bliss or woe ’ And e ve ry soul it pas s d me by Like the whiz z of my cross -bow !

PART IV.

fe ar the e ancie nt M a ine The we d I , r r, I fear thy skinny hand And thou art lon and lan and rown g, k, b , ’ As is the ribb d se a-sand

f ar he e nd th litte in I e t a y g r g e ye , ” nd th s inn hand so own . A y k y , br e ar not fe a not thou w e ddin - ue s F , r , g g t, is od d w Th b y ropt not do n .

n alon all all l n Alo e , e , , a o e , o n w i Al ne o a ide , w de sea ! And never a saint took pity on

My soul in agony .

The many me n so be autiful And the y all dead did lie And a thousand thousand slimy things Li ve d on and so did I .

’ look u on the rottin s e a I d p g , And drew my e ye s away ’ look d u on the ro tin de c I p t g k , And th the a m la e re de d en y.

’ look d to he ave n and trie d to a I , pr y ’ But or e v r a ra e r had ush d e p y g ,

BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

Within the shadow of the ship ’ I w atch d the ir rich attire Bl e loss e e n and ve lve t lac u , g y gr , b k , ’ The y coil d and sw am and eve ry track

Was a flash of golde n fire .

0 happy living things ! no tongue The ir be auty might de clare ’ A s in of love ush d f omm heart pr g g r y , ’ And I ble ss d the munaware u in sain oo it on me S re my k d t t k p y , ’ And I ble ss d the munaware .

The self-same mome nt I could pray And frommy ne ck so free Th al a oss fe ll off and s un e b tr , k ” a Like le ad into the se .

PART V.

l i is a entle thin 0 s eep t g g, Belove d frompole to pole To M ary Que en the praise be give n n n l s e f omhe ave n She se t the ge t e le p r , That slid into my souL

ill e ts on he de c The s y buck t k , ' h d s lon re main d That a o g , ’ ’ a a e w e e fill d with de w I dre md th t th y r , ’ And whe n I woke it rain d.

li s wer w e t m throat w as cold My p e , y , M y garme nts all w e re dank n n in m d e ams Sure I had dru ke y r ,

And still my body drank.

move d and could no feel m lims I , t y b — I was so light almost SAM UEL AY 18 T LOR COLERIDGE . 9

thou ht that had died in sle e I g I p , And w as a l h b e sse d g ost .

And soon I heard a roaring wind; It did not come ane ar But with its sound it shook the sails h o thin n T at we re s a d se re .

u er air urs t into lif The pp b e , And a hundred fire -flags she e n and fro the we e hurried a ut To y r bo , d i a d out And to and fro , an n n ,

The wan s tars dance d be tween .

ar more loud And the coming wind did ro , And the sails did s igh like sedge ’ And the rain pour ddown fromone black cloud

The moon was at its e dge .

lac cl w as cle ft and still The thick b k oud , The moon was at its side ; ome hi h cra Like w ate rs shot froms g g, l w i h ne ve r a a The lightning fel t j g,

A rive r ste ep and wide .

’ r ach the shi The loud wind neve r e d p , Ye t now the ship move d on Be ne ath the lightning and the moon The bodies of

The de ad me n gave a groan.

’ ’ oan the stirr d the all u rose The y gr d, y , y p , Nor spake nor move d the ir e ye s n an e e ve n in a dre am It had be e str g , ,

To have se en these de ad me n rise .

’ msman ste e r d the shi move d on The he l , p , Ye t neve r a bre ez e upblew ; BAL AD D MANCES 1 90 L S AN RO .

’ The mariners all gan work the rope s Whe re the y w e re w on t to do ; The y rais e d the ir limbs like lifele ss tools W w has l w e e re a g t y cre .

’ The body of my brothe r s son Stood by me kne e to kne e ’ The od and ull d at one o e b y I p r p , ” But he said naught to me .

fe ar he e ancie nt M a ine r ! I t , r Be calm hou w e ddin - ue st , t g g ! ’ was not thos e souls that fle d in ain T p , Which to the i co se s cam a ain r r e g , But a troop of s pirits ble st

’ For whe n it dawu d the d o t th ir ms , y r p e ar , ’ And cluste r d round the mas t ; Swe e t s ounds ros e slowly through the ir mouths ’ i odi s ass d And fromthe r b e p .

nd a ound fle w e ach sw e e t sound Arou , r , The n darte d to the s un ; w th ounds came ac a ain Slo ly e s b k g , ’ mix d now one b one . N ow , y

Some time s a-dropping fromthe sky I he ard the Skylark sing ; ome time s all little i ds that are S b r , ’ How the y se e md to fill the s e a and air With the ir s we e t j argoning

’ And now tw as li e all ins t ume n s k r t , N ow li e a lone l u e k y fl t , ’ And now it is an an e l s son g g, hat ma e s th n T k e heave s be mute .

With his cruel how he laid full low

The harmle ss al at o s b r s .

The spirit who bide th by himself In h lan f mist and snow one to the 0 t e d o , He loved the bird that love d the man ’ Who shot himwith his bow .

T ther wa a oft r i he o s s e vo ce , As soft as hone y -de w ;

southward. uoth he The man hath enance done Q p , n ’ And pe ance more will do.

PART VI .

FIRST VOICE.

But tell me tell me e a a ain , , Sp k g , Thy soft re sponse re ne w ing What make s that ship drive on so fas t What is the ocean doing ?

SECOND VOICE .

Still as a slave e fo e his lo d b r r , The oce an hath no blast His great bright eye most sile ntly U p to the moon is cast

If he ma now which wa to o y k y g , id i o r For she gu e s h msmoth o grim. e e rother se e ! how raciousl S , b , g y ’ She looketh down on him.

FI RST VOICE .

t w d iv s on that shi so fast Bu hy r e p , Without or w ave or wind

SECOND VOICE.

i i awa efo e The a r s cut y b r , And close s frombehind!

Fl other mo e hi h more hi h y, br , fly r g , g , Or we shall be belate d TAYL R C LE ID SAMUEL O O R GE . I 93

r slow and slow hat shi w ill o Fo t p g , ’ ’ M arine r s tra s a a When the nce i b te d.

wo and we we re sailin n I ke , g o , As in a ge ntle we athe r ’ ni ht almni h h mon was hi Twas g , c g t, t e o gh ;

The dead men stood toge ther.

od t he on h All sto oge t r t e de ck, For a charnel-dungeon fitte r ’ l fix i s t s Al d on me the r ony e ye ,

That in the moon did glitte r.

The an the cur with which the died p g, se y , ’ Had neve r pass d aw ay ; o l w r the ir I c u d not dra my e ye s f om s ,

Nor turn themup to pray.

And now this spe ll w as snapt once more The curse is ’ vie w d th oce an e n I e gr e , ’ And look far forth t littl saw d , ye e Of what had else be e n see n

Like one that on a lone some road D th wal in fe a an dre ad o k r d , ’ And havin nce turn ro n wal s n g o d u d, k o , And turns no more his he ad; Be cause he knows a frightful fiend i Doth close beh nd himtre ad.

B so n h r th wi m ut o t e e bre a ed a nd on e , Nor sound nor motion made ; Its path w as not upon the sea

In ripple or in shade .

’ It aise d m hai it fann d m che r y r , y ek Like a meadow -gale of spring min led stran el w ith m fe ars It g g y y ,

Ye t it fe lt like a welcoming. — IV. 13 BA D 194 LLA S AND ROMANCES.

Swi swiftl fl w th ftly , y e e ship ’ Ye t she sail d softly too S w w l l w ee tly, s e e t y b e the bre ez e O u m alone it l w e b e .

O dreamofJoy ! Is thi s Inde e d be . Th i - e l ght house top I se e holde th his Is this the hill is this the kirk ? Is this mine own countre e ?

’ We d ifte d ha - r r o e r the rbour ba , And I with sobs did pray 0 le t me b w m o e a ake , y G d ! Or le t me sle e p alway !

The ha our-ba w as clea as l s rb y r g as , 8 0 smoothly it w as s tre w n And on th ba h mo nli h e y t e o g t lay,

And the shadow of the moon .

The oc shone ri ht the ir no l r k b g , k k e ss , That s tands above the rock ’ The moonlight ste e p d in sile ntness w The s te ady e athe rcock.

And the ba w as white w ith si ent li y l ght, ill isin f omthe same T r g r , ull man sha e s at sha ows w r F y p th d e e , In c imson colou s a r r c me .

A little distance fromthe prow hose crimson sh ows w e e T ad r , ’ I turn d my e ye s upon the de ck Alas what saw I the re ?

Each co se la flat lifeless and flat r y , , And the hol ood , by y r , A man all li ht a se a h -man g , r p , On eve ry corse the re stood

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He love s to talk with marine rs

That come froma far countre e .

ne e ls at mom and noon and eve He k , , He hath a cushion plump It is the moss that wholly hides

The ro tte d old oak stump .

’ The skiff-boat ne ar d I he ard themtalk Wh his is stran e trow y, t g , I Whe re are those lights so many and fair That s ignal made but now

’ a m faith the he rmit said Str nge , by y , , ’ w And the y answe r d not our che e r onder. w ’ he s sails The planks look arp d and see t e , How thin the y are and s e re ne ve saw au h li e to he m I r g t k t , U nle ss pe rchance it w e re Bro wn ske le tons of le ave s that lag M fore s - oo alon y t br k g, he n the iv -tod is v with snow W y he a y , n h w w h wolf l w A d t e o le t hoops to t e be o , ’ ’ a at -w Th t e s the she olf s young.

’ e a Lor i a ndish loo D r d t h th a fie k , The ilo mad e l p t e r p y , ’ ’ d. Push on ush on I amafe ar , p

S aid the he rmit che e rily.

oat a l s o the shi The b c me c o e r t p , ’ But I nor spake nor stirr d n ath th shi The boat came clos e be e e p , And i h o u w he a d s tra g t a s nd as r .

U nde the w ate it rumle d on r r b , Still loude r and more dre ad ’ It re ach d the shi it s lit the ba p , p y ;

The ship we nt down like le ad. D E SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERI G .

’ t o an dr adful sou Stunn d by hat l ud d e nd, ic sk an an smote Wh h y d oce , ’ tha ha n se v n da s d wn Like one t th be e e y ro d, My body lay afloat But swift as dre ams myself I found ’ Within the pilot s boat.

U on th whirl whe re sun the shi p e , k p , The boat spun round and round n al w v hat h hill A d l as s till, sa e t t e lli Was te ng of the sound.

’ o e m li —th ilo hri k d I mv d y ps e p t s e , And fell down in a fit ; l i ais d his e e The ho y he rmt r e y s , ’ w di it And pray d he re he d s .

’ oa h ilot s b I took the rs t e p oy, h now doth craz o W o y g , ’ d lou an lon and all the while Laugh d d g, His e ye s w e nt to and fro : uot h full lain se Ha ! ha q h e , p I e The De vil knows how to row

w all i m own countree And no , n y , I stood on the firmland! ’ i o f om h The he rmt ste pp d f rth r t e boat,

And scarcely he could stand.

0 h ie ve me shrieve me hol man The cien s r , , y an t ’ The he rmit cross d his brow ’ Sa uic uoth he bid thee sa y q k , q , I y ’ What manne r of man art thou ?

’ Forthwith this frame of mine was wre nch d a wo f l a on With e u g y , Which force d me to be gin my tale

And then it le ft me fre e . MANC 198 BALLADS AND RO ES.

an Since the n , at unce rtain hour, Tha t agony re turns And till m has tl le is told y g y ta , h w n T is he art ithin me bur s .

And e m and I pass like night fromland to land I have strange powe r of spe e ch ha n hat his face see T t mome t t I , ! d I know the man that must hear me T a o himmy tale I te ch.

What loud uproar b ursts fromthat door ! The we dding-guests are the re But in the garde n bow e r the bride And bride maids singing are An ha k ! the littl v s e - d r e e p r bell, hich i d th me a W b d e to pr ye r .

O w e dding-gue s t ! this soul hath been o a w d w s Alone n i e , ide e a ; ’ So lonel twas tha God Himself y , t a he Sc rce see me d t re to be .

s we e te than the ma ia e -fe ast O r rr g , ’ Tis sw e e te r far to me To walk toge the r to the kirk With a goodly company !

wal to e the r to the i To k g k rk , l e the a And a l tog r pr y , hile each to his e at athe n s W gr F r be d , Old me n and a e s and lovin fri nds b b , g e , a a n a And youths nd mide s g y .

e w ll f w l hi l Far e ! are e l ! but t s I tel , thee thou w e din - ue s t To , d g g ! He praye th w ell who love th w ell as Both man and bird and be t.

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is vital r s hi cor or al mo H p e e nce , s p e uld? ’ —if s ns d iv h n It is , e e e ce e e r ot ! Tis he ! nd a God le ads him win e d M e c A , g r ury .

’ ild He me s s a e and touch d M r p k , he r with his wand ’ hat calms all fe ar Such race hath crown d th T g y prayer, ’ Laodamia ! that at Jove s command Thy husband w alks the paths of uppe r air ’ He come s to tarry with the e thre e hours space — Acce pt the gift behold himface to face !

’ Forth s prang the impassion d Que en her lord to clasp ’ Again that cons ummation she e ssay d But uns ubstantial Formelude s he r grasp As ofte n as that e age r gras p w as made h Phan om a ts but a ts to re -unite T e t p r , p r - la e fo h r i t And re ass ume his p ce b re e s gh .

Prote silaits lo thy guide is gone on m a the vision wi h th voice C fir , I pr y t y i i ou la onde is th th n Th s s r pa ce , y r y ro e a thou tre adst on w ll r i Spe ak ! nd the floor i ej o ce . ’ N ot to appal me have the Gods be stow d ’ h cio o n a d ble ss d a sad a ode T is pre us b o , n b .

e at ove Laodamia ! doth not le ave Gr J , m hou His if s i erfe ct. S e ct e t h g t p p r g I be , amnot s e n o scare the e or v I t t de cei e , But in rew ard of thy fidelity ; And som lso di w o th tain e thing a d my r ob , For i fearless virtue bringe th boundle ss ga n.

Thou knowe st the Delphic Oracle fore told ’ That the first Gre ek who touch d the Troj an strand ould die t co Sh but me the thre a uld not withhold. A gene rous cause a victimdid de mand; ’ And fo th le a d u on the sand lain r I p p y p , ” lf- e vo d chie f —b He to A se d te , y c r slain. W LL W D T I IAM OR SWOR H . 2O I

Su e me of He oe s ! ave st no lest pr r br , b , be st ! Th matchle ss cou a e e w ail no mo y r g I b re , ’ hich the n whe n te ns of thousands w e d r W , re e p ess d ’ B u ro ell d the to h fa a or . y do bt , p p e t e t l sh e ’ — Thou found st (and I forgive the e he re thou art)

A nobler counse lor than my poor he art.

But thou thou h ca a l f s e t d , g p b e o t rne s e ed, e ind as e solute and o as a W rt k r , g od br ve And he whose ow e e s to e th a h , p r r r s ee , h t decre ed Thou shoulds t e lude the malice of the grave Redundant are th loc s th li s as fai y k , y p r w ’ As he n the ir bre ath e nrich d The ssalian air.

e ctre re ts me no vain shadow this No sp g e , , m loomin He o ! lace hee m s ide Co e , b g r p t by y Giv this w ell- nown couch one nu tial iss e , on k , p k me this da a se cond time th ide ! To , y y br ’ Jove frow n d in he aven the conscious Farce thre w

Upon those rose ate lips a Stygian hue .

’ This visage tells the e that my doomis past ’ N r sh uld the chan e he mourn d eve n if the o s o o g , j y Of se ns e w e re able to re turn as fas t th de o And s ure ly as the y vanish. Ear str ys s a tu s dul Ere us disdains Tho e r p re y , b

l l a h id ma estic ains . Ca mp e sure s t e re ab e , j p

Be h fai hf l n ort t ontroul taug t, O t u co s ! o c Re bellious passions ! for the Gods approve d th and not the tumult of the soul The ep , , ,

A rve nt not un ove rna le love . fe , g b , Thy transports mode rate and me ekly mourn ” Whe n I de part ! for brie f is my soj ourn.

Ah whe refore ? Did not He rcule s by force Wre st fromthe guardian monste r of the tomb 202 BALLADS AND RO MAN(

Alce stis a re animate d corse , Give n back to dwe ll on e arth in vernal bloom ’ M ede a s s e lls dis e se d the we i ht of ears p p r g y , ’ oo o id And E son s t d a y uth m youthful pe e rs.

Th ods to us are m ciful —and the e G e r , y Yet furthe r may re lent for mightier far v w w Than stre ngth of ne r e and s ine . or the s ay Of a i ote nt ove s un and star mg c p r , ’ Is Love thou h oft to a on distre ss d , g g y , ’ And though his favourite seat be fee ble woman s bre ast.

B if thou oe s follow Pe ace ! h said. ut, g t , I e ’ ’ ’ h look d u on him and was calmd and che e r d S e p , has tl l u f o i i s a fl d The g y co o r r mh s l p h d e . ’ In his de o tme nt sha e and mie n a e d p r , p , , pp ar El sian e aut me lanchol rac y b y , y g e ,

Brought froma pe nsive though a happy place .

H s a e of love such l i s f l e p k , ove as s pir t e e In worlds whose cou se s e ua le and ure r i q b p , No fea s to e at aw a no s if h al r b y , tr e to e , ’ The ast unsi h d for a h fu p g , nd t e ture sure ; Spake of he roic arts in grave r mood Revive d with ne ha n , fi r rmo y purs ued ;

Of all that is most be aute o s ima e d r u , g the e In ha ie e aut —more e llucid streams pp r b y , p , An amle r e the r a d v ne air p , i i r , And e lds inve s e d w ith u u eal le ams fi t p rp r g , Clime s which the s un who sh ds the r hte s a , e b ig t d y Ea th now s is l w r k , al un orthy to s urve y.

’ Ye t the re the soul shall e nte r which hath e arn d ” hat ivile e vi tue . Ill said he T pr g by r , , ’ ’ The e nd of man s e x iste nce I dis ce rn d Who fromignoble game s and re velry Could d aw when we had a te d vain deli ht r , p r , g ,

hile tears we re th e st as time da and ni ht. W y b p , y g

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’ ha elf mi b annull d he r onda e rove T t S ght e , b g p ” The fe tte rs of a dre amoppose d to Love .

’ - Aloud she shriek d for He rmes t e appears. ’ oun th sh wo ld h v lun —ti R d e dear shade e u a e c g, s vain ’ Th hours ar as s d t ief had the e e n e e p , oo br y b ye ars

And himno mortal e ffort can de tain . Swift toward the re alms that know not e arthly day He through the portal take s his s ile nt way - And on the palace floor a lifele ss corse she lay.

hus all in vai x hor d and e ove d T , n e te r pr , ’ She e rish d and as for a w ilful c ime p , r , B the ust Gods whomno w e a it moved y j , k p y , ’ Was doomd to w e ar out he r appointe d time Apart fromhappy ghosts that gathe r flowe rs ’ Of blissful quie t mid unfading bowe rs .

- Ye t tears to human suffe ring are due ’ And mortal hopes defe ated and o e rthrown ’ Are mourn d b man and not man alone y , by ,

As fondly he belie ve s. U pon the s ide ’ Of He lle spont ( such faith w as e nte rtain d) A knot of spiry tre e s for age s gre w Fromout the tomb of himfor whomshe die d ’ And ve w n h the had ain d e r , he s uc stature y g ’ hat liums w alls w er s u ct to the i vie w T I e bj e r , ’ ’ The tre e s tall summits w ithe r d at the sight A constant inte rchange of grow th and blight !

JOHN K EATS. — 1795 1 82 1 .

THE E VE OF S T. A GN ES .

’ — St. A ne s Ev A ! itte r chill it was g e , h b The owl for all his fe athe rs was a-cold , , ; ’ The hare limp d trembling through the froz en grass ; AT 0 JOHN K E S . 2 5

And silent was the flock in woolly fold ’ w the Be adsmn n e r w l N umb e re a s fi g s , hi e he told ar and while his fr s d a His ros y , o te bre th, i ous ince nse f oma c n r old L ke pi r e se , ’ emd ta in i ht for he a n wi at Se k g fl g ve , thout a de h, ’ Past the sw e e t ir in s ictu e while his ra e r he saith. V g p r , p y

His ra r he saith this atie nt hol man p ye , p , y ; a e s his lam and ise th f omhis n e s The n t k p , r r k e , An ac re u ne th me a re are foot w an d b k t r , g , b , , Along the chape l aisle by slow degre e s ; Th s ul tu e d d ad on e ach side se e m o fr ez e c p r e , , t e e , ’ n in lac ur a o ia rails Impriso d b k p g t r l , ni hts ladie s a in in dum o atorie s K g , , pr y g b r , e a and his w e a s i it fails H p sse th by k p r ,

To think how the y may ache in icy hoods and mails .

N hwa e urneth th ou h a li tle door ort rd h t r g t , ’ a ste s e r M usic s old n ton ue And sc rce thre e p , e g e g ’ Flatte r d to te ars this aged man and poor But no alre ady had his de ath-bell rung The j oys of all his life w e re said and s ung ’ was ha sh e nanc on St A ne s Eve . His r p e . g Anothe r w ay he we nt and soon among ’ ashe s at h r his so l s e ie ve Rough s e fo u r pr , ’ ll ni ht e t awa e for sinne s sa e to rieve . And a g k p k , r k g

l sof That ancie nt Be adsman heard the pre ude t, And so it chance d for many a door w as wide

h r o and fro . Soon u aloft From ur y t , p , The silver sna lin trum e s an to chide , r g p t g Th l v l cham e s e ad wi h their ide e e e b r , r y t pr , We re glow ing to re ceive a thousand gue sts The ca ved an e ls eve e a e -e e d r g , r g r y , a ed whe e u on the i he ads the co nice rests St r , r p r r , - w n ac andwin s ut c oss wise on the ir reas ts. With hair blo b k , g p r b

in e ar ent revelr At le ngth burst th g y , 206 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

lume tiara and all rich arra With p , , y, Nume rous as shadows haunting fairily ’ ain new -stufl d in outh with trium a The br , , y , phs g y

Of old romance . Thes e le t us wish away rn le-thou hted to one Lad the re And tu so g y , hos rt had ooded all that w int da W e hea br , ry y, ’ ’ On love and win d S t. A ne s saintl ca e , g g y r , n i As she had he ard old dame s full ma y t me s de clare .

’ w n s Ev The y told her ho upon St. Ag e e Young virgins might have visions of de light And soft adorings fromtheir Loves rece ive ’ n he hone d middle of the ni ht U po t y g , If ce remonies due the y did aright As su e rle ss to bed the must etire , pp y r , And couch s upine the ir beauties lily -white Nor loo ehind nor side w a s bu e ui e k b y , t r q r w w d r all Of heaven ith up ar e ye s fo that the y de sire .

Full of this whimwas thoughtful M adeline Th music e arnin li e a God in i e , y g k pa n, She ca ce l he ar h r maid n e s divi e s r y d e e ye n , ’ Fix d on the oor saw mn a sw e in fl , a y e p g train — Pass by she heede d not at all in vain Came man a ti toe amorous cavalie y p , r , ’ And ac retire d not cool d hi h isd in b k , by g d a , But she saw not he r he a t w as othe whe e r r r , ’ ’ he si h d for A nes d eams the swe et st of h a S g g r , e t e ye r .

She dance d alon with va ue dl s e s g, g , re gar e s ye , Anx ious he r li s h athin p , er bre g quick and short ’ The hallow d hour was ne ar at hand she s ighs ’ Amid the timbrels and the throng d re sort Of whis e e s in an r or in s ort p r r ge p , ’ Mid looks of love de ance hate and scorn , fi , , ’ H wink w i h fae r fanc all amort ood d t y y , v s a m m Sa to t. A ne nd he r la s unsho e S g b , An o - w n d all the bliss to be bef re to morro mor .

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And t ll me how Good e Saints ! not here , not he ” ollow me child or else the se stones w ill b F , e thy bier.

’ He follow d th ou h a lowl a che d w a r g y r y , Brushin the co w e s with his lof lume g b b ty p , ’ And as she mutte r d We ll-a w ll- -d , e a ay H found himin a littl moonli r m e e t oo , Pale lattice d chill and sile nt as a tom , , , b . Now tell me whe re is M ade line said he ; 0 te ll m An ela b h hol loom e , g ! y t e y Wh c n ne u c s i hood ma se i h o b t s e re t ste r y e , ’ w w av n l . When the y St . Agnes ool are e i g pious y

’ St. A n s Ah it is St. A ne s Eve g e ! , g , Ye t me n will murde r upon holy days ’ Thou must hold w ate r in a w itch s sie ve And be lie ge -lord of all the Elve s and Pays To ve nture so it fills me with amaz e ’ To se e the e Po h o t . n Ev , rp yr S Ag e s e ’ God s help ! my lady fair the conj uror plays his ve ni ht - ood n e ls he r d ce ive ! T ry g , g a g e ’ But le t me lau h awh l v m l i t v g i e ! I e ick e t me o grie e .

e l she lau he th in the lan uid moon Fe b y g g , hile Por h o u on he r face doth loo W p yr p k , Like puz z le d urchin on an aged crone Who e e e th close d a w ondrous iddle - ok k p r bo , As spe ctacle d she sits in chimne y nook ; But soon his e e s re w r lliant whe n she told y g b i , ’ His lad s u ose and he sca ce could roo y p rp , r b k e ars at the hou h f h s e nchan me nts cold T , t g t o t o e t , n Made lin sl A d e a e e p in lap of lege nds old.

Sudde n a thou ht a - l wn ro g c me like a full b o se , lushin his row and in his ain d he art F g b , p e M ade p urple riot the n doth he propose A stratage mthat make s the beldame start A cruel man and impious thou art ! JOHN K EATS . 2 09

Sw e t lad ! le t her ra and sl and dream e y p y , e ep , Alone w ith he r oo an els far a t g d g , ap r

F romw icke d me n like the e . Go ! go I de e m s m Thou canst not sure ly be the ame that thou dids t see .

I will not harmhe r by all saints I swear ! ’ Quoth Porphyro 0 may I ne e r find grace h w a shall whis e i s last ra e W e n my e k voice p r t p y r , I n f h r n ts d s lac f o e o e soft ri gle I i p e , Or look with ruffian passion in he r face ! Good An ela v e thes tears g ! belie e m by e , ’ r w ill ve n in a mome nt s s ace O I , e p , ’ Awa e w i h ho i me n ars k t rr d shout my foe s e , ’ And heard themthough the y be more fang d than w olve s ” a be rs .

' Ah ! why wilt thou afiright a fe e ble soul A oor w e a als -st ic e n church ard thin p , k , p y r k , y g, hos e assin ell ma re th mrnin W p g b y e e o g toll, hose a e s for th each morn an ve ni W pr y r e e , d e ng, ’ ” v We re ne e r miss d. Thus plaining doth she bring A e ntle r s e e ch fr m urnin Po h r g p o b g rp y o, S o woe ful and of such de e so rowin , p r g, That Ange la gives promise she w ill do h v h shall w sh de he r w al o wo W ate e r e i , be ti e r e .

hich w as to le ad himin close secre s W , y ’ ven to M adelin s cham e r and the re hide E e b , Himin a close t of uch ivac , s pr y h i r e au un s i That e mght see he b ty e p e d, And w in e ha s that ni ht a ee rle ss r d p r p g p b i e , ’ While le gion d fairie s pace d the cove rle t An al n l - d p e e chantme nt he d he r sle e py eyed. Ne ve r on such a night have love rs met e lin l Since M r paid his De mon al the monstrous debt .

It shall be as thou wishest said the dame

All cate s and dainties shall be stored the re — I V. 14 2 10 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

Quickly on this fe ast -night ; by the tambour-frame H r own l t wilt th e no time to s a e u e ou se p re , For amslow and fe le and scarce dare I eb ,

On such a cate ring trus t my diz z y he ad. ait he re m chil th atie n n l in r W , y d! wi p ce k e e praye while ! Ah thou must n e ds th lad w e d The , e e y , may I ne ve r leave my grave among the de ad

So sa in she ho led off w ith us . y g, bb b y fe ar ’ ’ The love r s e ndle ss minute s s lowly pass d ’ ’ The dame return and w his e r d in his e ar d, p To follow he r —wi h a ed e e s a has t , t g y g

romf i ht of dime s ial. Safe at las t F r g p , h ou h man a dus alle r the ain T r g y ky g y , y g ’ ’ The maide n s cham e s il e n hush d and chas e b r, k , , t

he e Por h o oo co ve t le as e d amain. W r p yr t k r , p o r uid ur i ba w ith u in h p o g e h r e d ck ag es e r brain .

Her falte in han u o th alustrad r g d p n e b e , ld An ela was f lin for th s ai O g e e g e t r , ’ hen M adeline St . A ne s charme d maid W , g , ’ Rose li e a miss ion d i i unaware , k Sp r t , ’ ith silve ta e s li h and ious ca e W r p r g t , p r , ’ h turn d and down th a e ossi led S e , e g d g p

af le vel ma in . N ow e a e To a s e tt g pr p r , Young Porphyro for gaz ing on that be d ’ me s she come s a ain li e in -dove fra d co , g , k r g y

O ut went the tape r as she hurrie d in Its little smoke in pallid moonshine die d h los h d o she ante d all a in S e c e d t e o r , p , k To spirits of the air and vis ions wide ’ r l or wo e tide ! N o utte d sy lable , e b r he ar w as volu le But to he r heart he t b , ue nc he r alm side Paining with eloq e b y , As though a tongueless nightingale should swell - oat in vain di he a t stifle d in he r dell. Her thr and e , r ,

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Blinded ali e fromsun h a fr m ain k s ine nd o r , th u os ho ul As o gh a r e s d shut and be a bud again.

ole n to this s n o n anc St paradi e , a d s e tr e d, Por h o az ed u on r e m dre ss p yr g p he pty , ’ And liste n d to he r e athin if it chance d br g, To wake into a slumbrous te nde rne ss hich whe n he hea d that minute did he le ss W r , b , And bre athe d himself then fromthe closet cre pt N oisele ss as fe ar in a wid w ilde n ss e r e , ’ And ove r the hush d ca e t s ile n ste t rp , t , p , ’ ’ And tw e en th cu tains e d whe e 10 h w e r pe p , r , o fast she

he n b th be d-side whe re the fa e d moon T y e , d M ad a dim silve r twili ht s oft he s e t e , g , ’ a le and half-an uish d h e w th n A t b , g , t r e reo A clo h of w oven c imson old and e t t r , g , j O for some drowsy M orphe an amule t The oiste ous midni ht fe stive clarion b r , g , , Th e ttle -d um and far-he a d larionet e k r , r c ,

' flra his e a s thou but in d in ton A y r , gh y g e

T hall door shu s a ain and all he no . he t g , t ise is gone

And s till she sl t an az ure -lidde d slee e p p , ’ In lanche d linen moo h and lav nd r b , s t e e d, While he fromforth the close t brought a he ap Of candie d a le uince and lum and ourd pp , q , p , g With ll s o h han t r am cu d j e ies mo t e r t he c e y r , And lucent syrops tinct with cinnamon ’ Manna and da e s in a os transfe rr d t , rg y romFe z and s iced daintie s e ve on F p , ry e , l n ’ Fromsi ke Samarcand to ce dar d Le banon .

’ The se delicate s he he ap d with glowing hand On golde n dishe s and in baske ts bright Of w re athed silve r sumptuous the y stand In the e ti ed uie of the ni ht r r q t g ,

Filling the chilly roomwith perfume light. AT OHN K E S . 2 13

And now m Love m era h fair aw , y y S p , ake u ar m he ave n and thine e re mi Tho t y , I te . ’ ine e e s for me e St. A ne s Ope n th y , k g sake ! r wse e side the e so l ) r I shall d o b , my sou doth ache .

hus whis e rin his warm unne rved arm T p g, , w ha was r Sank in her pillo . S de d he dre am ’ B the dus cur ains twas a midni ht charm y . k t g Impossible to melt as iced stre am The lustrous salve rs in the moonlight gle am Broad golde n fringe upon the carpe t lie s ’ It se e md he neve r ne ve r could re de em , ’ Froms uch a steadfas t spell his lady s e ye s ’ sed awhile e ntoil d in w oofe d hantasies . mu , p

wa nin u he too h r h ll w A ke g p , k e o o lute , multuous —and in chords tha tenderes be Tu , , t t , ’ H la d an ancie nt ditt lon sin mu e p y y , g ce te , ’ In Prove nce call d La e lle dame sans me rc b y, Clos e to he r e ar touching the melody ; ’ ’ Whe rewith disturb d she utte r d a soft moan , — H e ce as e d she pante d quick and sudde nly ’ He r blue aflraye d e ye s w ide ope n shone n e s he san al as smooth -sc l Upo his kne k , p e u pture d stone .

H r e e s w e re e n but she s till eheld e y Op , b , N ow w ide awa e the vision of he r sle e k , p ’ he r was a ainful chan e that ni h e x T e p g , g pell d The li s s of h r dre a so r d b s e e m pu e an de e p . At which fair M adeline began to we e p And moan forth w itle ss words with many a sigh Whil s ill h n Por h ro would e t er gaz e o p y ke ep , ’ Who kne l d with oine d hands and iteous e e , j p ey , ’ Fearin to move or s e a she look d so dreamin l . g p k , g y

Ah Po h ro said she but e ve n now , rp y ! , Th oice was at s w e e t e m le in mine ear y v tr b , M ade tunable w ith e ve ry sw ee te st vow ; AD AND 2 14 BALL S ROMANCES.

And those sad e ye s w e re spiritual and clear How chan e hou art how allid c ill g d t p , h . and drear ! Giv me that voice a ain m Po h ro e g , y rp y ! hose loo s immo tal those comlainin s de ar T k r , p g ! leav me not in this e te rnal woe O e , For if ho m ow no w r o o t die s Lov n t e e t . u t, y e ! I k h g

’ Be yond a mortal man impassion d far At these volu tuous accents he a o p , r se , ’ Ethe al flush d and li e h in a re , , k a t robb g st r ’ ’ n mid the s hire he ave n s d e r os See app e p ep e , nto he r dreamh melted as th rose I e , e Ble nde th odour with the viol its e t, Solution sw e M ean ime th f o -wind low e t. t e r st b s , ’ Like Love s alarumpatte ring the sharp sle e t - ’ Against the window panes St. Agne s moon hath set.

’ - Tis dark quick patte re th the flaw blown sle e t. his is no dreamm ride m M ad lin T , y b y e e ’ Tis dark the iced gusts still rave and be at. d e am al l nd w No r , as a as ! a oe is mine

Porphyro will le ave me he re to fade and pine . Cruel what traitor could thee hithe r bring ? c for m heart is lost in thine I urse not, y , r kest a de ce ived thin Though thou fo sa g,

l st with sic un runed win . A dove forlorn and o , k p g

M y M adeline swe e t dreame r ! lovely bride Sa ma be for a e th vas sal le s y, y I y y b t ’ Th au s shie ld he a t-sha e d and ve rme il-d e d y be ty , r p y Ah i v sh in he e will ta e m est , s l e r r e r I k y r A s f oil and ue s t fter so many hour o t q , ’ i m save d miracle A famish d l i . p gr , by ho hav found will not rob th ne s T ugh I e , I y t ’ v n f h sw e s e l — if hou think st well Sa i g o t y e t f, t

To t ust fair M adeline o no ude in del. r , t r fi

’ Har tis an lfi s rmfromfaer land k e n to y ,

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WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR. — 177 5 1 864

THE HAM AD R YAD .

Rhaicos was born amid the hills whe re from Gnidos the li ht of C r ’ , g a ia, is discern d And small are the white-cre ste d that la n p y ear, And smalle r onwar u d are the p rple waves. ’ hence fe stal choirs w re visi l l ro T e b e , al c wn d With rose and myrtle if the y were in -born ; If fromPandion s ran the on co p g y , the as t he re s t rn e ne rais d he d l W e Ath e r cita e , Then olive was entwine d with viole ts ’ s Cluster d in bosse , regular and large . For various men wore various coronals ; ’ But one was their de votion twas to he r hose aws all follow he r whos smil wi W l , e e thdraws The swo d fromAres thunder olt f omZe us r , b r , And whomin his chill cave s the mutable f min P s idon h s a- in reve re s O d, o e t e e k g, , ’ An w mhis rother stu orn Dis hath ra d d ho b , bb , p y To turn in pity the ave rted cheek Of he r he ore aw a with omis s b y, pr e , Na wi h loud oath e fore dr ad St i lf y ! t b e yx tse , To give her daily more and swe eter flowers ’ Than he made drop fromhe r on Enna s dell .

’ Rhaicos was looking fromhis father s door ’ At the long trains that haste n d to the town romall the valle s li ri ht r vule F y , ke b g i ts Gu lin w ith ladnes w ave utrunnin w v rg g g s , o g a e , And thought it hard he might not also go ' And ofie r u one ra e r and ress one hand p p y , p , ’ H e ne w no whos a all d himin k t e . The f ther c , And said Son Rhaicos ! those are idle games ” Long enough I have lived to find the mso. WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR .

’ h nd d s h d as old me d And e re e e e ig , n o w ams r lwa s to thin ho idle s uch e a e . A y , k g ” hav not et thou ht Rhaicos in his heart I e y , g , f And wante d proo . Suppose thou go and help Echion at the hill to ark on oak , b y And l ranche s off e fore w e delve Op its b , b About the trunk and ply the root w ith ax e ” This we may do in winte r. Rhaicos w e nt

u mr For the nce he could se e f rthe r, and se e o e hos w hur i o h t O f t e ho r e d t t e ci y gate . E hion he found th w ith na e d arm c e re , k ’ ’ S wa t -bair d st on -sine w d and his e e s intent r , r g , y U pon the place whe re first the ax e should fall H e held i i he ar e s a ut t upr ght . T re e be bo , O r w as s or horne ts said the cautious e ld p , , Loo sha son of Thallinos Tlie outh k rp , O y d his ar afar and waril Incline e , , y, ’ h And cave rn d in his hand. He e ard a buz z rs t and the n the sound e w soft and cle ar At fi , gr , ’ A h divided into w hat se e md tune nd t e n ,

n th w e w o ds u o n it laintive w o ds . A d e re re r p , p r ’ H uru d and said Echion do not s t ike e t , r mus t b hollow for some God That tree it e , h lf ne a A ain Spe aks fromw ithin. Come t yse r g ’ Both turn d tow ard it and behold the re sat th moss e low with he r two alms U on e b , p p m r in it on ach s ide a maid in fo . P e ss g e , r w r l n l she s and ale Do ncast we re he o g e ye a , p ’ H h but ne ve mountain -ash dis la d e r c e ek , r p y i li o ur Berrie s o f colOIir l ke he r p s p e , N or we re the ane mone s about he r hair

Soft smooth and w ave rin li e the face eneath . , , g, k b hat dost h u h e Echion half afraid W t o e r , ,

Half an r c ied. Sh lifte d u he r e e s g y , r e p y , no in s a she Rhaicos d e w one ste But th g p ke . r p 2 18 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

Bac ward for fe ar came li e wise ove r him k , k , ’ But not s uch fe ar he anted as d w p , g p , dre in ’ His re a h and would have turn d it in b t , to words , But could not into one 0 se nd aw ay hat sad old man T said she . The old man went ’ itho ut a warnin f omhis mas r s W g r te s on , ’ Glad to esca e for l he n r p , sore y ow fe a d; And th ax shon hi e e e behind min the ir eyes .

HAM AD RYAD

And wouldst thou too she d the most innocent Of blood N o vow de mands it ; no God wills The o k o l a t b ee d.

RHAI COS .

Who art thou whence ? why here And whithe r wouldst thou go Among the robed I n whi e or saffron or the hue that most t , Re se mles dawn or the cle a sk is non b r y, e ’ Wh Array d as thou art. at so be autiful As that gre y robe which clings about the e close Li e moss to s tone s adhe in le ave s to tre es k r g, , Ye t le ts th osomrise and fall in turn y b , ’ As touch d z e h rs fall and ise the ou hs , by p y , r b g Of riv r-sid grace ful platan by the e e .

HAMADRYAD .

’ Loves t thou well thy fathe r s house

R HAI COS . Indee d love it w ll lov it e t would leave I , e I e , y ’ ’ For thine w he e e r it be m fathe s house , r , y r , al th ar s on h door that show With l e m k up t e , w - n h hird My gro th at e ve ry birth day si ce t e t , ’ l the charms o e r owe rin e vil e e s And al p g y , ’ il d or m ins be d My mothe r na f e aga t my ,

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HAMADRYAD . I have no flock I kill Nothin that e athe s that stirs that fe els th air g br , , e ,

Th sun the de w . Wh should th a tif e , y e be u ul (And thou art be autiful) dis turb the source Whe nce springs all be auty Hast thou neve r heard Of Hamadryads ?

RHAICOS .

Heard of the mI have

Tell me some tale about them. May I sit Be side thy fe e t ? Art thou not tire d The herbs Are ve ry soft ; I will not come too nigh si th re nor tre mle so nor dou t Do but t e , b , b Stay ! s tay an instant le t me first ex plore If any acorn of last year be le ft Within it thy thin robe too ill protects Thy dainty limbs against the harmone small ’ A o ma do e s none . nother da c rn y . He r A y ll h n i o it Trust me ! ti t e let me s t Opp s e .

HAM AD RYAD .

se at me b thou se ate d and conte nt ! I e ,

R HAICOS .

O sight for Gods Ye me n be low ! adore e Is she the e el w The Aphrodit . r b o ? Or sits she he re be fore me as she sat Be fore the shephe rd on those he ights that shade

h ll s on and rou ht his indre d w oe . T e He e p t, b g k

HAMADRYAD . Revere nce the Highe r Powe rs nor de emamiss Of he r that le ads to he e and would re a p t , p y

Ask not how much but ve ry much. Rise N Rhaic s no i hou the n u tial vow o, o ! W t t p L is un l w r hat n ne ove ho y . S e a to me t o mortal maids shall eve r tas te th iss Of y k , n e tho min the n ta e it not fore The tak u e ! k , be WALTER SAVA E LAND G OR . 2 2 I

RHAICOS.

Hearken all Gods a ove 0 A h , b p rodite v w b 0 He re le t my o e ratified. ’ But wilt thou come into my fathe r s house ?

HAMAD RYAD . N a an of a n y d mine I c n ot give the e part.

RHAICOS. Whe re is it

HAMAD RYAD .

In this oak .

RHAICOS .

A now e ins y, b g The tale of Hamadryad tell it through !

HAMAD RYAD . Pray of thy fathe r neve r to cut down M tre e and romise him as w e ll m t y p , thou ays , That e very year he shall re ce ive fromme M ore hone than will bu himnin fat sh y y e e e p , M or w ax than h will u n e e b r to all the Gods . Why falle st thou upon thy face S ome thorn M a scratch it rash oun man Rise u fo y , y g p , r shame !

RHAICOS . i For shame I can not rise . 0 p ty me I dare not sue for love but do not hate ! Le t me onc mo e e hold the e not once mre e r b o , But many days le t me love on unlove d! ’ I aimd too high on my ow n head the bolt

ll a a i rces to the ve r rain . Fa s b ck, nd p e y b

HAMADRYAD . rath r o than ma e me sa lov e g , k y I e

RHAI COS. If happiness is immortality (And whence e nj oy it e lse the Gods above ?) B LLAD ND 2 2 2 A S A ROMANCES.

I amimmortal too my vow is he ard Ha ! on the left N a turn not fromm n w rk y, e o !

I claimmy kiss .

HAM AD RYAD .

ta rs h n clai Do me n ke fi t, t e m Do thus the se asons run the ir course with the m?

’ He r li s wer scal d he r he ad san on his re as t p e , k b ’ Tis s aid that laughs we re he ard w ithin the wood But who sho uld he ar the m? and whos e laugh and wa l and lon as t noon Savoury s the smel , g p , Thallinos in th house for ma oram y rj , Bas il and min and th m and ose mar t , y e r y, ’ r s i d w en We e pr nkle on the kid s ell roas ted l gth, w a in h m a last A it R aico . o ame t g s H e he c , N ot hun but e te ndin hun er e e n gry pr g g k , ’ With he ad and e ye s j us t o er the maple plate . hou se e s but adl comin fromthe sun T t b y , g , ’ R ai Boy h cos said the fathe r. That oak s bark M us t have e e n tou h with li l s a e tw e n b g , tt e p b e ” I t ou ht to n g ru but it and I are old. Rhaicos althou h e ach mor of h ad , g sel t e bre nc e ased chewin an ma e w cold I r by g, d the e t gr And tas te le ss to his alate too a d au ht p , k r g O f old- ri h w in which hirs t as he was g b g t e , , t y , ’ H e tho ught not of until his father fill d The cu averrin w ate r w miss p , g as a , ’ B ut w ine had be en at all times pour d on kid It w a i s rel gion . He thus fortifie d ’ Said not uite oldl and not it abash d , q b y , qu e , ’ Fathe r ! that oak is Ze us s own tha t oak Ye ar afte r ye ar w ill bring the e we alth fromwax nd hon A e y. The re is one who fe ars the Gods And the Gods love that one

’ H blush d nor ( e , said What one)

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The answer I would give ? There is a be e Whom have fe d a be e who no ws m t I , k y houghts And e x e cute s my w ishe s : I will send

ha me sse n e . If e ve r thou art fal T t g r se , Drawn anothe ow n it not but ri by r , , d ve M be e aw a the n shall now m y y I k y fate , h And (for t ou must be wre tche d) w ee p at thine . But often as my heart pe rsuades to lay I ts care s on thine and th o itse f o r b l t re st, Ex e ct he r w i h the e w he he it e mor p t , t r b n

Or e ve at an ime wh n w oods are af . , y t e s e

’ Da af e da the Hou s ehe ld th m l ss y t r y r b e b e d, ’ And se as on afte s e ason e a s had as s d r y r p , ’ w w Bless d e re the y s till. He ho asserts that Love Ev r is sate d of s we e t hin s th s am e t g , e e w t hin s he f e e d for in e a lie r da s S e e t g r tt r y , l v h mad a N v Ze us ! o e d e a Ha . e e r, by ry d

The ni h s had now row n lon e r and e rha s g t g g , p p The Hamadryads find the mlone and dull ’ Amon the i w oods one did alas Sh ali d g r , ! e c ’ He r fai hful be e twas whe n all e e s should slee t b p , An a l w s fo d l did sle e p but he rs . She as ent rth To bring that light which neve r w inte ry blast Blows o ut nor ain nor snow e x tin uishe s , r g The light that shine s fromloving e ye s upon

E es that love ac till the can se e no more . y b k , y

’ Rhaicos w as s itting at his fathe r s hearth ’ Be twe en the msto d the ta le not o e rs re ad o b , p ith fruits which a n w rofusel ore W utum no p y b , Nor anise ca e s w b t th re k , nor odorous ine ; u e The draft- oa d w as e x anded at which ame b r p , g Triumphant sat old Thallinos the son W ’ as uz z le d vex d discomfite d dist au ht . p , , , r g A uz z w as at his e ar u we nt his hand b p , And it w as he a o l o rd n onge r . The po r be e ’ Re turn d (but not until the morn shone bright) AMES HENRY LEI GH HUNT J . 2 2 5

And fo und the Hamadryad w ith he r he ad ’ U pon he r aching w rist ; and show d one wing ’ ’ H alf o e n off the othe s me she s marr br k , r d, And there we re bruises which no e ye could see ’ Saving a Hamadryad s . At this sight D own fe ll the lan uid ow oth hands fell g br , b down, A shrie k was carrie d to the ancie nt hall Of Thallinos he he ard it not his son

He a d it and ran fo thw ith n wood. r , r i to the No a w as on th t e e no l f as b rk e r , e a w gre e n, u w The tr nk as rive n through. Fromthat day forth ’ Nor w o d nor whis e sooth d his e ar or s r p r , n ound Eve n of ins ect wing but loud lame nts The w oodmen and the she phe rds one long ye ar He ard day and night for Rhaicos w ould not quit ’ The solita lace but moan d and i ry p , d e d.

He nce mil and hone w onde not 0 k y r , Guest ! To fin l d se t du y on the hollow stone .

AME HENR E J S Y L IGH HUNT. 1 7 84—1 859

(I ns cr ibed to tire me mory of S helley .) Shelle y ! take this to thy de ar me mory f To praise the ge ne rous is to think o thee .

’ aflar the Ba me cide the ood iz ie r J , r , g V , ’ The o man s hO e the frie nd without a e r p or p , p e ,

' a a w l in a do mun ust J fi r as de ad, s a by o j And uil Ha oun s ullen with mis ust g ty r , tr w n v n h bad mi ht sa Of hat the good a d e e t e g y, ’ Ordain d that no man living fromthat day

uld dar o s a his name on ain of de ath. Sho e t pe k , p All Araby and Pe rsia he ld the ir breath

All u h a e M onde e r. He oud to show b t t e br v , pr How r a rateful soul o far o love g could g , - [V. 15 BALLADS AND RO MAN CES .

And facing de ath for very s corn and grie f a e w ante d a re at relie f (For his gre t h art g ) , h Ba dad dail in the s ua e Stood fort in g , y , q r a hous e and the re Whe re once had stood happy , Harangue d the tre mble rs at the scymitar ’ d vin ada On all the y owe d to the i e J r .

Bring me this man ! the Caliph crie d. The man

W u ht was az e d u on . The mute s e an as bro g , g p b g To ind his a ms We lcome rave co ds ! cried b r , b r he , ’ om onds far w orse affa delive r d me Fr b J r , romwants fromshame s f omlovele ss householdfe ars F , , r , ’ fri n s wi li te ars M ade a man s e ye s e d th de cious , R store d me love d me ut m n a ar e , , p e o p ith his e at self —how can a affa W gr , I p y J r

Haroun who f lt that n a so l l is , e o u ike th The mi htie s v n e anc c u d b mis g t e g e o l ut fall a s , ’ N ow de i n d to smile as one e at Lo d of ate g , gr r F M i h smil o a othe r half as g t e up n n great . He said Le t Worth grow fre nz ie d if it will ’ The Caliph s j udgme n t shall be mas te r s till. Go ! and s ince ifts thus mov the e ta e this e m g e , k g , ’ The iche st in the a ta s diade m r T r r , And hold the give r as thou de e me st fit !

Gifts c ie d the f ie nd. He too and holdin it r r k , g ’ Hi h tow rd the he ave ns as hou h to me e t his star g , t g , ’ laimd his to ow the afiar ! Ex c T o I e to e , J

THOMAS BABIN GTON MACAU LAY .

(LORD MACAULAY . ) — 1 800 1 859.

THE BA TTLE OF N AS EB Y.

B nd-tbe ir -kin r-z n -el wi ns-a nd tiee ir -nobles-w itb-links -o i r ( By Obadicfi i g fi on, s er ’ n in I r e ton : r e i men t gea t g . )

O whe refore come ye forth in triumph fromthe North With your hands and your fee t and your raime nt all re d

2 2 8 BALLADS AND ROMAN CES .

r head all stoo in low the ir oints all in a row The i s p g , p , Li e a w hi lw ind on the t e e s li e a de lu e on the d e s k r r , k g yk , cui assie s have u s t on the ran s of the Accurs d O ur r r b r k e , ’ a shoc have s catte r d th fo e s f his i s And at k e r t o p ke .

fast the allants ride in some safe noo to hide Fast, , g , k The ir cow ard he ads pr e de stine d to rot on Te mple -Bar —he tu ns he ie s shame on thos e c ue l e ve s And He r , fl r That bore to look on torture and dare not look on w ar

made s scou the lain and e re e s t i the slain Ho, co r r p y r p , First give anothe r stab to make your se arch se cure The n shake fromsle e ve s and pocke ts the ir broad-pie ce s and loc e ts k , f h w anton the lunde of the oor ! The toke ns o t e , p r p

Fools ! your double ts shone with gold and your he arts we re gay and bold ’ Whe n you kiss d your lily hands to your le mans to-day And to-morrow shall the fox fromhe r chambe rs in the rocks w u s wl a v Le ad forth her ta ny c b to ho bo e the pre y.

’ Whe re be your tongue s that late mock d at H e ave n and H e ll an at d F e , And the n e s that once w e e so us with our lades fi g r r b y y b , our e rfume d satin clothe s ou ca che s and our oaths Y p , y r t y , ur sta e - la s and ou s onne ts our diamon Yo g p y y r , y ds and your spade s

wn dow n forever down with the M it e and the Crown Do r , With the Be lial of the Court and the M ammon of the Pope The re is w oe in Ox ford halls the re is w ail in Durhamstalls ; The esuit smite s his osom the Bisho e nds his co J b , p r pe .

’ And he of the Se ve n Hills shall mou n he r childr n s i S r e lls, ’ And tre mble whe n she thinks on the e dge of England s sword And the kings of e arth in fe ar shall tre mble whe n the y hear What the hand of God hath wrought for the Houses and the Word! HOMA H D T S OO . 2 2 9

H H T OMAS OOD. — 1 7 99 1 845.

THE D RE A/ll OF E U GE N E ARAM

’ was in the rime of summer time T p , v nin calmand l An e e g coo , And four and twe nty happy boys Came bounding out of school h e w e re some that ran and some that l a t T e r e p ,

Like troutle ts in a p ool.

w e d w ith am ome minds A ay the y Sp g e s , ’ And souls untouch d by sin T a l vel me ad the came and the re o e y , The y drave the w icke ts in Ple asantly shone the se tting s un h wn f L nn Ove r t e to o y .

Like sportive de e r the y course d about And shoute d as the ran y , nin to mi th all thin s of e arth Tur g r g , As only boyhood can B the she sat re mote f omall ut U r r ,

A me lancholy man.

w off his ve st a art His hat as , p , ’ av n s le sse d re ez e To catch he e b b , For nin thou ht was in his ow a bur g g br , And his bosomill at e ase ’ S o he le au d his he ad on his hands , and

The book be tw e e n his kne e s .

L ’ ’ e af afte r le af he turn d it o e r, Nor ve lance d aside e r g , For the pe ace of his soul he re ad that In the golde n e ve ntide Much s ud had mad himve le an t y e ry , - And ale and le ade n e ed. p , y 2 0 BALLADS AN 3 D ROMANCES .

At last he shut the ponde rous tome ; With a fast and fe rve nt grasp ’ H e strain d the dus cove rs close ky , ’ And fix d the braz e n has p od ! co ld so clos m m d O G u I e y in , And clasp it with a clasp

h n le a in on his fe e t u ri ht T e , p g p g , me mood tu ns h too So y r e k , Now u the me ad then down th mad p , e e , And past a shady nook ; And 10 he saw a little boy o That pore d upon a b ok.

’ My gentle lad what is t you re ad ? R mance or fair fa le o , y b , Or is it some historic page Of kings and crow ns unstable The young boy gave an upward glance ” It is the D e ath of Abe l.

The U she too six hast s t i r k y r de s , As smit w ith s udde n ain p , Six has t st ide s e ond the lace y r b y p , The n slowly back again And down he sat e side the lad b , ’ And talk d with himof Cain

And lon since th n of l mn , g e , b oody e Whose de e ds tradition save s Of lone ly folk cut off uns e e n And hid in sudde n grave s Of ho id s ta s in ove s fo l rr b , gr r orn And murde rs done in cave s

And how the sprite s of inj ured me n Sh ie u w a d f omthe sod r k p r r , Ay how the ghostly hand will point To show the burial clod

2 2 BALLADS AND R 3 OMAN CES .

Te n thousand thousand dre adful e yes We re looking dow n in blame too the de ad man his hand I k by , ’ all d on his n And c up ame .

0 God it made me quake to se e uch se nse within s n S the lai , ’ But whe n I touch d the lifele ss clay ’ The blood gush d out amain For e ve ry clot a burning s pot Was scorching in my brain.

M head w as li e an a d nt coal y k r e , My he art as solid ice M wre tche d w e tched soul ne w y r , I k , ’ Was at the De vil s price ’ A doz e n time s I groan d the D e ad ’ Had ne ve r an w i r g o d but t ce .

And now f omforth the f wnin sk , r ro g y, ’ romthe heave n s to most h i ht F p e g , he ard a voice the aw ful voice I , Of the Blood-ave nging Sprite Thou guilty man take up thy dead ’ And hide it frommy s ight !

too the d a od I k re ry b y up , And cast it in a st e am r , A slu ish wate lac as ink gg r , b k The de pth w as so e x tre me M e ntle bo me m e his y g y re b r , t Is nothing but a dre am

Down w n he wi a hollow lun e e t t corse th p g , ’ And vanish d in the pool Anon I cle anse d my bloody hands ’ And w ash m fo he ad cool d y re , And sat among the urchins young h T at e ve ning in the s chool. D HOMAS HOO .

he aven to thin of th ir whi o O k e te s uls , And mine so black and grim! ’ could not sha e in Childhood s a I r pr ye r , Nor j o in in e ve ning hymn ’ Li e a De vil of the Pit s md k I e e ,

M id holy Che rubim.

d Pe a w e w h h m o an all An ce nt it t e , ne d , And e ach calmpillow spre ad B ut Guilt w as my grimchamberlain hat li hte d me to be d T g , And dre w my midnight curtains round i n W th fi ge rs bloody re d.

All ni ht la in a on g I y g y, In anguish dark and de ep ’ M fe ve r d e e s da ed not cl y y I r ose , But stare d aghast at Sle ep ’ For sin had re nde r d unto her

The e s of H ell to e e k y k p .

All ni ht la in a on g I y g y , omw e a chime t chim Fr ry o e , With one be se tting horrid hint ’ hat rack d me all the time T , A mi ht e a n in li e the rs g y y r g, k fi t Fie rce impulse unto crime

One ste rn t annic thou ht that made yr g , All othe thou hts its slave r g , S t on e and s t on e e ve r uls r g r r g r , y p e , Did that te m a ion c ave pt t r , S till urging me to go and se e h De v T e ad M an in his gra e .

He avil ose u as soon y I r p, As li ht w as in the sk g y , And so ught the black accursed pool W i th a wild misgiving e ye 2 BALLAD AND 34 S ROMANCES.

And aw the De ad in the rive r b d I s e , w For the faithless stre am as dry.

e rril ose the lar and shoo M y r k , k The de w -drop fromits w ing ; ’ ve rk ni But I ne r ma d its mor ng flight, I ne ve r he ard it sing ; For I was stooping once again

U nder the horrid thing.

i h e athle ss s e e d li a oul in chas W t br p , ke s e , too himu and ran I k p , The re w as no time to dig a grave Be fore the school be gan In a lone some w ood with hea of l av , ps e es ’ I hid the murde r d man .

And all that day I re ad in school. But my thought was othe rwhe re As soon as the mid-day task was done In s e cre t I w as the re And a mi ht w ind had sw e t the leave s g y p ,

And still the corse w as bare .

hen down cas t me on m fa e T I y c , And first began to w e e p For I kne w my se cre t the n w as one hat e a th e fuse d to ee T r r k p , O n land or se a though he should be

Te n thousand fathoms de e p .

So wills the e rce Ave n in S ite fi g g pr , Till blood for blood atones ’ Ay ! though he s b urie d in a cave And d n w wi n s tro de do n th s to e , And e a s hav h e s y r e rotte d off is fl h, The world shall s e e his bone s

O God that horrid horrid dre am Bese ts me now awake

2 36 BALLADS AND RO MANCES.

The wind is roaring in turret and tre e And af e s u e on a be d t r pp r , , Upon my lap he laid his he ad 0 the Earl w as fair to se e

’ kiss d his e lids into e st I ye r , H is udd che e u on m e ast r y k p y br , The w ind is raging in turre t and hat d mwith the hate of Hell I e hi , But I love d his be auty pas sing we ll 0 the Earl w as fair to se e

I ose u in the sile nt ni ht r p g , made m da e sha and ri ht I y gg r rp b g , The w ind is raving in turre t and tre e As half-asle e his e ath he d ew p br r , ’ h e e time s stabb d him th ou h and throu h T r I , r g g 0 the Earl was fair to se e

’ ’ curl d and comb d his comel he ad I y , ’ He look d so and whe n w as de ad gr he , The w ind is blowing in turre t and tre e ’ w ra d his od in the she e t I pp b y , ’ And laid himat his mothe r s fe e t O the Earl w as fair to se e

N ROBERT BROWN I G.

1 81 2

H OW THE Y BR O U GH T THE GOOD NE WS FR OM

GH EN T TO AI ! .

s an to the s ti u and o is and he I pr g rr p , J r , , ’ ’ ’ allo d Di c allo d w e allo d all th e e I g p , r k g p , g p r ood s e e d ! c ie d the wa ch as the ate - olts und ew G p r t , g b r ; Spe e d e choe d the w all to us galloping through Behind shut the os e n the li h s san to e s t p t r , g t k r , ’ w a And into the midnight e ga110p d breas t. R OBERT BROWN NG I . 2 37

N ot a word io e ach other w e e t the eat ace , k p gr p , N e c ne c st ide st ide ne ve chan in our lace k by k , r by r , r g g p ; ’ turn d in m saddle and made its irths ti ht I y g g , ’ he n shorten d e ach s ti u and s e t the i ue i ht T rr p , p q r g , ’ R e uc le d the che c -st a chain d slac e the bit b k k r p , k r , ’ i N or gallop d le ss ste ad ly Roland a whit.

’ Tw as moon -se t at starting ; but while w e dre w ne ar ’ Loke re n the cocks cre w and twilight dawn d cle ar At Booma gre at yellow s tar came out to se e ' ’ At Dufleld twas morning as plain as could be And l w h half- fromM e chle n church ste e p e e he ard t e chime , S o Joris broke sile nce with Ye t the re is time !

’ At Ae s chot u l a d f ud e n the un r p e p o a s d s , And a ains t himth at l s oo lac one g e c t e t d b k , e very , To stare through the mist at us galloping past And saw m stout allo e Rol nd at ast I y g p r a l , W ith e solute shoulde s e ach uttin aw a r r , b g y

' The haz e as some blufl ive he adland its ra , r r Sp y,

And his low he ad and c e s t ust one sha e ar e nt ac r , j rp b b k ’ For m voice and he othe rick d out on his t ac y , t r p r k, ’ And one e s lac int lli e nce e ve that lance ye b k e g , r g ’ O e r its white e d e at me his own maste as ance g , r , k , And the thick he avy s pume -flake s which aye and anon

His fie rce lips shook upward in galloping on .

’ By Hasselt Dirck groan d and crie d Joris Stay spur ! ’ ’ ou R oos allo d ave l the fault s not in he r Y r g p br y, , ’ ” We ll re me mbe r at Aix for one he ard the quick whe e z e ’ O f he r che s saw the stre tch d ne c and s ta e in ne e s t , k gg r g k And s un tail and ho i l h av of the an k , rr b e e e fl k, ’ A ow s s d n on he r haunche s she shudder d and ank .

So w e w e re le ft allo in o is and g p g, J r I , Past Looz and as t on e s no clo ud in the sk p T gr , y ; ’ The broad sun above laugh d a pitiless laugh ; 2 38 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

’ Ne ath our fee t broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff; ill ove r Dalhe ma dome -s i e s ran whi e T by p r p g t , ’ And Gallo as d o is for Aix is in p g p J r , s ight !

’ How the ll e e t us and all in a mome nt his r y gr oan, ’ R oll d ne c and c ou ove r la ad as a k r p , y de stone And the re w as my Roland to be ar the w hole w e ight O f the ne w s w hich alone coul sav Ai fr mh r d e x o e fate , With his nost ils li e its full of lood to the rim r k p b b , ’ And w ith i l s f f i - c rc e o re d or h s e ye s ockets rim.

hen cas t loose m uff coat e ach holste le t f T I y b , r all, ' Shoo ofl oth m ac - oots le t o elt and k b y j k b , g b all, ’ Stood u in the s i u le au d a te d his e ar p t rr p , , p t , ’ Call d m R oland his e t name m hors e wit o y p , y h ut pe e r ; ’ ’ Cla d m hands lau h d and san an noise ba o pp y , g g, y , d r good, ’ in Ai Rola Till at le ngth to x nd gallop d and stood.

And all reme me is f ie nds oc in o nd I b r r fl k g r u , ’ As sat w ith his he ad tw ix t m ne e s on th I y k , e ground And no voice but w as ais in this Roland of min pr g e , As oure d down his th oat our las t me asure of w in I p r e , Which (the burge sse s vote d by common conse nt) Was no more than his due who rou ht oo n ws fro b g g d e mGhe nt.

E R DSW R H L N ELL H N Y WA O T O GF OW . — 1 807 1 882 .

’ PA UL RE VE RE S RI D E .

Lis e n m child en and o hall t , y r y u s he ar Of the midni ht ide of Paul R eve e g r r , ’ O n the e ighte e nth of April in Se venty -five Hardly a man is now alive Who re mem e s that fam n b r ous day a d ye ar.

H e said to his frie nd If the British march B land or se a f omthe town to-ni ht y r g , Hang a lante rn aloft in the belfry arch

BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

’ Wrapp d in sile nce so de e p and still ’ hat he could hea li e a se ntin e l s tre ad T r , k , w tchful ni ht w ind as it w e nt The a g , e in alon f omte nt to te nt Cre p g g r , And see ming to w hispe r All is well ! A mome nt only he fe els the spe ll h lac and the o u he se cre t dre ad Of t e p e h r , t lone l e lfr and the de ad O f the y b y , For sudde nly all his thoughts are bent O n a shadow y some thing far away W e ive w ide ns to me e the ba he re th r r t y, line of lac that e nds and oats A b k , b fl

n the risin tide li e a id e of oats . O g , k br g b

while im atie nt to mount and ride M e an , p , ’ ote d and s urr d w ith a he av s t ide Bo p , y r , ’ o osi e sh w al R v O n the pp t ore k d Paul e e re . ’ ow he a te d his ho se s side N p t r , N ow az e d on the landsca e far and ne ar g p , ’ he n ime tuo us stam d the arth T p p e , ’ ’ n tu u d an ti hte n d his s addle - irth A d r , d g g ’ But mostl he w atch d wi h e a e se arch y , t g r , lfr - ow e of e old or h -Chur h The be y t r th N t c , As it ose a ove the ave s on the hill r b gr , al n m Lonely and spe ctr a d so bre and still.

’ nd 10 as he loo s o n the e lfr s he i ht A k , b y g limme and the n a le amof li h ! A g r, g g t s rin to the s addle the idle he turns He p gs , br , lin e s and az e s ill full on his si ht But g r , g , t g h lf rn A se cond lamp in t e be ry bu s .

hur f fs in a villa e s t e e t A ry o hoo g r , A sha in moonli ht a ul in the dar pe the g , b k k, And e neath f omthe e le s in assin a s b r p bb , p g, park, Struck out by a s te ed that flie s fe arless and fle e t hat w as all and e t throu h the loomand ht T y , g g the lig The fate of a nation was riding that night I ENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. 24 I

And the spark struck out by that ste e d in his flight K indle d the land into ame w it i h a fl h ts e t .

I t w as tw elve by the village clock ’ Whe n he cross d the bridge into Me dford town H e he ard the crow ing of the cock ’ And the ar in of the fa me r s do b k g r g, And felt the damp of the rive r fog hat ris s w o T e hen the s un goe s d wn .

I t was one by the village clock When he rode into Le x ington H e saw the gilde d w e athe rcock ’ S w imin the moonli ht as he ass g p d, And the me e ting-house w indow s blank and az e at himw ith a s e ct al la e G p r g r , As if the y alre ady stood aghast At the lood w o the w ould loo u on b y rk y k p .

I t w as two by the village clock Whe n he came to the bridge in Concord town H e hea d the le atin of the oc r b g fl k , And the tw i te of i ds amon the tre e s t r b r g , And felt the bre ath of the morning bre ez e Blow ing ove r the me adows brown And One w as safe and asle e p in his be d Who a th d w b st to fall t e bri ge ould e fir , W ho that a w l l in de d d y ou d be y g a ,

- Pierce d by a British muske t ball.

I hav re ad You know the re st. n the books you e w h B itish e la s fi e d and fled H o t e r r gu r r , H ow the farme rs gave the mball for b all e hind a h f n and farm ard wall Fromb e c e ce y , n he - a wn t e l Chas i g t re d co ts do h ane , hen c ossin the elds to e me e a ain T r g fi , rg g nde r the t e e s at the tu n of the road U r r ,

And only pausin to fire and load. — g IV. 16 A L D AND 2 42 B L A S RO MANCES.

So through the night rode Paul Revere And so through the night w e nt his cry of alarm To e ve r M iddl se x villa e and farm y e g , A r f d ance and not of fe ar c y o e fi , , A voice in the dar ne ss a noc at the doo k , k k r , And a w ork that shall e cho for evermore For o ne on the ni ht-w ind of the ast , b r g p , h ou h all our histo to th las t T r g ry, e , In the hour of dar ne ss and eril and nee d k p , The pe ople will wake n and liste n to hear The hurrying hoof-be at of that s te e d h v And t e midnight me ssage of Paul Re e re .

JOHN GREEN LEAF WH ITTIER. 1 807

A Y BAR CL OF UR Y.

U the st e e ts of A e de p r b r e n, B the i and colle e - e e n y k rk g gr , Rode the Laird of U ry Close ehind him close e side b , b , oul of mouth and e vil-e e d F y , ’ Pre ss d the mob in fu ry .

Floute d himthe d un e n chu l r k r , ’ ee r d at himthe se rvin i l J g g r , Prompt to ple ase he r mast e r And the e in ca line late b gg g r , ’ Fed and clo the d at s ate U ry g , ’ Cursed himas he r he pass d .

Y e t w ith calmand statel mie n y , Up the stre e ts of Abe rde en Came he slowly riding And to all he saw and he ard

Answe in not with i te r w d r g b t or ,

Turning not for chiding.

BALLADS AND R M O AN CES .

And a look of pity ’ U s hone s t lord re vile d ry , Moc of nave and s o of chi d k k , p rt l , In his own good city !

S e a the word and mas te r mine p k , , ’ As w e charge d on Tilly s line And his Walloon lance s r , ’ Smiting through the ir mids t w e ll te ach Civil look and de ce nt spe e ch To the se boyish prance rs

min ancie nt frie nd M arvel not , e Li e e innin li e the e nd k b g g, k Quoth the Laird of U ry Is the sinful se rvant more Than his gracious Lord who bore Bonds and s tripe s in Je w ry ?

Give me j oy that in His name can e ar w ith atien f ame I b , p t r ,

' All the se vain one s ofle r

' hile for th mHe sufle re th lon W e g, l answ w on w i h w on Shal I e r r g t r g, Scoffing with the scoffer ?

Ha ie r with loss of all pp I , , ’ H unte d outlaw d he ld in th all , , r , With few f ie nds to e e t me r gr , Than w hen re e ve and squire we re s e e n Riding out fromAbe rde en With are d heads to me et me b ,

’ ’ he n each ood wife o r and o e r W g , e , ’ ’ Ble ss d me as ass d he r doo I p r , d th o d d h e An e sn o e daug t r, wn Through her case me nt glancing do , OHN GREEN LEA J F WHITTIER .

Smile d on himwho bore renown Fromred fie lds of Slaughte r !

’ ' Hard to fe el the strange r s scofl ’ ' Hard the old frie nds falling ofl Hard to learn forgiving ! h Lo d hi own wa ds But t e r s re r , His acco ds And love w ith the irs r ,

Warmand fre sh and living.

Through this dark and s tormy night Faith beholds a fe eble light U p the blackne ss s tre aking ’ K ow od s own time is est n ing G b , In a patie nt hope I re st For the full day-bre aking

So the Lai d of U r said r y , ’ Turn ing slo w his horse s he ad owa he ol oo h ri n T rd t T b t p so , Whe e th ou h on a e s he he ard r , r g ir gr t , Poor disciple s of the Word

Preach of Chris t arise n.

N ot in vain nfe s or old , Co s ! U n to us the tale is told Of thy day of trial Eve ry age on himwho strays Fromits broad and be ate n ways -fol vial Pours its seven d .

Happy he whose inward e ar Angel comfortings can hear ’ ’ O e r the rabble s laughte r ’ And while H atr d s fa ots urn , e gg b , Glimpse s through the smoke disce rn Of the good he re afte r ! 6 BALLAD 24 S AND ROMAN CES .

n win this that ne v r K o g , e ye t Share of Truth was vainly se t ’ In the w orld s w ide fallow

f hands shall sow h se d A ter t e e , Afte r hands fromhill and mead th ll w Re ap e harve sts ye o .

hus with some what of the Se er T , , M us t the moral pione e r Fromthe Future borrow lothe t e w aste w ith d e ams of ain C h r gr , ’ And on midnight s sky of rai n

Paint the golden morrow .

R JAMES U SSELL LOWELL. 1 81 9

Y US S O UF .

’ A stran e came one ni ht to Yussouf s g r g tent, Saying Behold O ne o utcas t and in dread A ainst whose life the how of Powe is e g r b nt , Who ie s and hath not w he e to la hi fl , r y s he ad. I come to the e for shelter and for food ’ To Yussouf call d th ou h all our tri e s The , r g b Good.

his t nt is mine said Y ussouf but no mo e T e , , r ’ han it is God s come in and be at e ace T , p re el shalt thou a ta e of all m sto e F y p r k y r , As I of His who builde th ove r the se O ur tents his lo ious oof of ni ht and da g r r g y, An w N d at hose door none e ve r ye t he ard ay.

’ So Y ussouf ente rtain d his gue s t that night ; And w a in hime re da said H i k g y, e re s gold M sw ifte st hors e is saddle d for th i ht y y fl g , Depart be fore the prying day grow bold As one lam li hts ano he nor ows l ss p g t r , gr e , So no le ne ss e nkin b dle th noble ness .

BALLAD AND R A 2 48 S O M NCES.

’ She sle pt like a child on he r fathe r s floor In the fle ckin of w ood ine -shade g b , hen the house -do aw ls he n doo W g Spr by t Ope r, ’ ’ h mo her s whe e l is sta And t e t y d.

w as smo e and roa and ow de r stench I t k r , p , And hope le ss waiting for de ath ; ’ But th soldie r s w ife li e a full-tir d child e , k e , ’ w ath Se e md scarce to dra her bre .

san to slee and had m dre am I k p , I y f an En li h villa lane O g s ge , — And w all and garde n a sudde n scre am a i Brought me back to the roar ga n .

The re J e ssie Brow n stood lis t e ning And the n a broad gladne ss broke ll ove he r face and she oo m hand A r , t k y And d w m ne ar and s o re e p ke .

The Highlande rs O dinna ye hear ’ lo an far aw a The s g , ’ The M cGre gors Ah ! I ke n it w e e l ’ ’ ’ It s the grande st o the ma .

God ble ss thae bonnie Highlande rs ’ ’ We re save d w e re save d she crie d; And fell on he r kne e s and thanks to God ’ - our fo th li a full flood tide . P d r , ke

Along the batte ry-line he r cry h n H ad falle n among t e me , And the s ta te d for the w e e there to die y r , y r Was life so near themthe n

’ h lis te n d for ife and the rattlin fire T e y , l ; g

' Far-off and the far-ofl roar

— on o his he ad Were all and the col e l sho k , ’ And they turn d to the ir guns once more . L 2 ROBERT TRAIL SPENCE LOWEL . 49

’ Then Je ssie said That slogan s done n no h a the mnoo But ca ye e r , ’ The Campbe lls are comin It s no a dream Our succours hae broke n through

r and he rattl afar We he ard the roa t e , But the pipe s w e could not hear ir w r of ho eless war So the me n plie d the o k p , t wa n ar And knew tha the end s e .

s not lo it must be he ard I t w a ng ere , A shrilling ce asele ss sound It w a n noi of h strife afa s o s e t e r ,

Or the sappe rs unde rground.

I t w as the pipe s of the Highlande rs ’ And now the y play d Auld Lang Syne I t came to our me n like the voice of God;

And the y shout e d along the line .

’ And th w e t and shoo one another s hands ey p , k , ’ And the w ome n s obb d in a crowd

’ dow n wh w od And every one kne el d e re e sto , ’ And w e all thank d God aloud.

hat ha da when w e w elcome d them T ppy y, , Our men put J e ssie first nd th e e al oo he r hand and che e rs A e G n r t k ,

omthe me n li e a volle u st. Fr , k y , b r

’ ’ o s and ta tan stre amd And the pipe rs ribb n r , Mar ching round and round our line w n with tea s And our j oyful che e rs e re broke r , ’ ” For the pipe s play d Auld Lang Syne . A A B LLADS ND ROMANCES.

EDMU ND CLARENCE STEDMAN.

1 833

H O W OLD BR O WN TOOK HARPER’S FE RR Y.

o Brown in K ansas settled li e a steadfast J hn , k Yankee mr far e , r wi h f ur sons all stalwart me n of mi ht B ave and odl t o . g y , , g r h d for fre e dom and the Bo d - The e e spoke alou , r er strife re w w arme r g , ill the Ran e rs red his dw ellin in his a sence T g fi g, b , in the h nig t . nd old B own A r , saw atomie B own O r , ’ Came homeward in the mornin to find his hous g, e burn d

down .

hen he as e d his trust ri e an ol l o h T gr p y fl , d b d y f ug t for fre e dom Smote fromborde r unto borde r the fie rce invading band ’ And he and his brave boys vow d (so might heaven he lp and ’ spe e d e m They would save those grand old prairie s fromthe curse that li hts th and b g e l . And old B own r , awatomie B own Os r , Said Boys ! the Lord will aid us and he shoved his

ramrod down .

’ And the Lord did aid the se men and the la our d da , y b y and

e ven , ’ Saving K ansas fromits pe ril ; and the ir very live s seemd ’ charm d, ’ ill the ruflians kill d one son in th le ssed li T , e b ght of he av n e , ’ l n cold lood the fellow s le w him as he o rne d b S , j u y all un ’ armd.

BALLADS AND RO N E 2 52 MA C S.

’ Had one craz as the re ckon d his fearful lare and g y, y by g

frown .

So he le ft the plains of K ansas and the ir bitter w oe s b ehind him

’ Sli d off into i inia where the state sme n all ar pp V rg , e b orn ’ Hir d a fa m Ha e r s err and no one n w w h e r by rp F y, k e e re to find him

’ ’ Or wh he he d turn d a son or w as ac e te d and s e t r p r , j k horn . For old own Br , sawatomie Brow n O , ’ Mad as he was new te x ts e nou h to w e ar a arson s , k g p gown.

He ou ht no lou hs and ha row s s ades and hove ls d b g p g r , p S , an such trifle s But quie tly to his rancho the re came by e ve ry train ’ Box e s full of i e s and is tols and his well- e love d Sh p k p , b arp s rifles ’ An e i htee n othe madme n oin d the ir l ader d g r j e the re again . Sa s old B ow n y r , O saw atomie Brow n ’ Boys ! we ve got an army large e nough to march and take the town

a e the town and seiz e the mus ets fre e the ne r T k , k , g oe s , and the n armthe m

Carr the count and the State a and al th y y , , y l e p ote nt South

O n the ir ow n he ads be the slau hte r if their victim g , s rise to ha mth m r e , Thes e Virginians who be lieve d not nor would he e d the wam ing mouth Sa s old B own y r , Osawatomie Brown The w o ld shall se e a Re u lic or m name i r p b , y s not John Brown ! D D E MUND CLARENCE STE MAN . 2 53

’ was th six te e nth of cto e r on the ve in of a Sun T e O b , e n g

day. ” w r e cla e d h a tain hall be on a This good o k , d r t e c p , s holy night ! I t was nda ve nin and e for oon of Mon on a Su y e g, b e the n a d y, ith two sons and Ca tain Ste hens ft n rivates lack W , p p , fi e e p (b

and white) , Ca tain Brown p , sawatomie Bro O wn , ’ ’ M arch d acr rid e Po om the sen oss the b g d t ac, and knock d try down

oo the uarded armor - uildin and the mus e ts an d th T k g y b g, k e cannon ; a tured all th count ma ors an onels one C p e y j d the col , by one ; Scared to death each gallant scion of Virginia the y ran on

And efore the noon of M onda sa th was on . b y , I y, e deed d e Mad old B own r , sawatomie B own O r , ith his ei hte en other craz men w nt W g y , e in and took the

town .

er little noise and luster little smell of owder mad V y b , p e he ; ’ I t w as all done in the midni ht li the Eme ror s cou g , ke p p ’ d état. Cut the wire s ! stop the rail-cars ! hold the stre ets and bridge s said he hen de clared the ne w Re u lic with himelf for idin T p b , s gu g tar s , hi ld B own T s o r , Osaw atomie Brown ; And the hold two thous and citiz ens ran off and le ft the

town . BALLADS AND z 54 ROMAN CES .

hen w as ridin and ail oadin and e x re ssin h r T g, r r g, p g e e and thithe r And the M artinsburg Sharpshoote rs and the Charlestown Volunte e rs ’ And the She phe rds tow n and Winche ster M ilitia has te n d whithe r

Old Brown w as said to mus te his te n thousand r grenadiers . Ge ne ral Brown Os aw atomie Brown Behind whose rampant banner all the North w as p ouring

down.

’ But at last tis said some risoners e sca e d from ld , , p p o ’ B own s durance r ,

' And the e fle rve sce nt valour of the Chival ro e ry b k out, ’ When the y le arn d that nine te e n madme n had the marve l lous ass urance — Only nine teen thus to seiz e the place and drive the m

straight about. And old Brown awa omi Brown Os t e , ’ ound an arm come to ta e him e ncam d aro n F y k , p u d the

’ B t o storm w i h h fo s have me ntion w u t , t all t e rce I d, as too risky ;

' So the y hurrie d ofl to Richmond for the Gove rnme nt M a

rines , o e the mfromthe i w e e in matrons edthe ir so T r r p g , fir uls w ith Bou on w his e rb k y , ’ ’ Till they batte r d down Brown s cas tle with their ladde rs and machine s ; And old B own r , saw atomie B own O r , Received thr e a ne t sta s and a cut on hi e b yo b , s brave old

crown.

BALLADS AND R MANC 2 56 O ES .

H BYRON FORCEYT E WILLSON . — 1 837 1867 .

THE OLD S E R GE AN T.

a 1 (f o m . The carrie r can not s ing to -day the ballads w With hich he use d to go , Rhyming the glad rounds of the happy Ne w Ye ars That are now be ne ath the snow

r the same awful and o te ntous Shadow Fo p r , That ove rcast the e arth d smote the land las t e ar w ith de solation An y ,

Still darkens e ve ry he arth.

’ And the carrier hears Be ethoven s mighty death -march Come up frome ve ry mart ; And he he ars and fe els it e athin in his o m br g b so , in in his h ar And be at g e t .

’ And to-da a scarr d and weather- eaten ve te ra y, b n, ain om alon Ag he c es g, ’ To tell the story of the Old Ye ar s struggle s ’ ar s n In another Ne w Ye s o g.

d the n is his but not so with the sto An so g , ry or r ou must now F the sto y , y k , Was told in prose to Ass istant-Surge on Austin B a soldier of Shiloh y ,

” B Ro ert Burton w ho was rou ht u on the Adam y b , b g p s, With his de ath-wound in his side And who told the story to the As sistant-Surge on h at h d On the same nig t th e ie d.

But the sin er feels it will e tter suit th allad g b e b , If al ld d mit ri ht l shou e e g , To tell the story as if what it spe aks of ’ i Had happen d but last n ght. YRON FORCEYTHE W LLS N B I O . 2 57

m a lit neare r Doctor ! than ou ! let m h Co e tle , k y e take t e u l

Drai our chair u —draw it clos er — ust anoth r li l s p , , j e tt e l ) f ’ ’ M ay heyou may think I mbette r ; but I mpre tty well used

’ ’ ou ve do e all ou could do but I m us t a- oin y n y , j g g

up .

’ el m uls Si if ou w nt t b t it ain t much us to Fe y p e , r ! y a o, u e n t y ” ’ Ne ve a that ! s aid the su e on as he smothe r d down a gy rg , 518i 3 It will ne v r do ld comr d r a s ldie r to sa di e , o a e fo o y e ! hat ou sa will ma e no diffe e nce Doctor whe n ou W y y k r , ! y

come to die .

Doctor ! what has be e n the matte r ? You were ve ry aint the sa f , y y You must tr t e o sl e now octor e n y o g t t e p . D ! have I be away ? D o — l Not that any body knows of. oct r Doctor ! p ease to stay ! ’ r hin must tell ou and ou w n lon The e is some t g I y , y o t have g

to stay.

’ have ot m marchin orde rs and I mre ad now to o I g y g , y g ’ Doctor ! did you say I fainte d? but it couldn t have be e n o s , ’ or as ur I ma se r eant and wa wo nd at h l h F , s e as g s u e d S i o , ’ I v this ve r i h e n ac h re l e ld of e y n g t be b k t e , on the o d fi

Shiloh .

This is all that I remember. The last time the lighter came , — IV. 17 D 2 58 BALLADS AN ROMANCES .

’ n he li hts had all e e n lower d and the oise s mch A d t g b , n u me the sa , ’ He had not be e n gone five minute s be fore some thing call d m name y , ’ RD ERL S ERGEANT R BERT BURT N ! us t that wa it O Y , O O j y ’ call d my name .

’ And I wonde r d who could call me so distinctly and so sl w o , ’ K new it couldn t be the li hte r —he could not have s o n g , p ke so

’ And tried to answ e r He re sir ! but couldn t make it I , I o g ’ ’ ’ For couldn t move a mscle and co ldn ma I u , I u t ke it go.

’ hen thou ht—It s all a ni htmare all a humu a T I g g , b g, and ore b , ’ ust another foolish ra e-wine and i w on t co J g p , t me any more ; But it came s ir ! notwithstandin ust the same w a , g, j y as be fore ’ RD ERL SERGEANT ROBERT BU RT N v n O Y , O ! e e plainer than e be for .

hat is all that re mem e r till a sudde n urst of li h T I b , b g t, And stood e side the ive whe w s I b r r , re e tood that S unday ni ht g ,

' aitin to be ferrie d ove to the da blufls osi W g r rk Opp te , he n the rive r was e rdition and all He ll was o W p pposite .

And the same old al itation came a ain in all its p p g power, And he ard a Bu le soundin as fromsome c le s I g g, e tial Tower, And the s ame myste rious Voice said IT IS THE ELEVENTH HO UR ! RD ERL SERGEANT ROBERT B RTON IT I T O Y , U ! S HE ELEV ENTH HO U R ! ’

2 60 BALLAD S AND RO MAN CES .

And but for this old blue mantle and the old hat on my he ad

should not have even dou te d to this moment was I b , , I

de ad, For my footste ps w ere as sile nt as the snow upon the dead!

De ath and silence de ath and silence all around me as I spe d ! nd ehold a mi ht owe as if uilde d to th D A b g y T r , b e e ad, To the he ave n of the he avens lifte d u its mi ht he ad p g y , ’ Till the Stars and Stripes of He ave n all seemd w aving from its he ad

’ Round and mi ht - ase d it towe r d u into the nfinit g y b , , p I e , And I knew no mortal mason could have built a shaft so ri ht b g , For it shone like solid s unshine and a winding stair of light Wound around it and around it till it w ound cle ar out of

sight.

' ’ And ehold I a ro ch d it with a ra t and b ! as pp a , p daz z le d

stare , Thinking that I saw old comrade s j ust asce nding the gre at ir Sta , Sudde nl the sole mn halle ro e f Halt y c nge b k , o ! and who goe s the re ’ ’ ’ I ma frie nd said i n f ou are . he advanc , I y T e , sir ! to the Stair !

advance d that se ntr Doctor ! was Eli ah Ballant ne I ( y, j y , ’ First of all to fall on M onday afte r we had formd the line ) ; elcome m old W , y Se rge ant ! w elcome ! Welcome by that counte rs ign d he o i f An p inted to the scar there , unde r th s old cloak o

mine . BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON . 26 1

’ ’ he ras d m hand shudde r in onl of h As g p y , I d, think g y t e ave gr , But he smile d and pointed upw ard with a bright and blood le ss glaive ’ - ’ - hat s the w a s ir ! to Head ua ters. hat He ad uar T y , q r W q ’ rs ve te Of the Bra . ’ ’ But the re at we r ? hat he answe r d is the wa g To T , , y, ’ s ir ! of the Brave .

’ he n a s d a o r i ni ormof li ht T ud e n shame c me e me at h s u f g , ’ At my own so old and tatte r d and at his so ne w and bright ; Ah ! said he o ha or o t n th N w U nifo m to , y u ve f g t e e e r night ’ Hurry back for you must be he re at j ust twelve o clock to night

And the ne x t thin r mem e ou w re sittin the re g I e b r, y e g , and I — Doctor ! did you he ar a footste p ? Hark God ble ss you all ! Good-bye octor ! le to iv s an na sac whe n D p as e g e my mu ket d my k p k, die I , ’ ’ o m on—m n a s c min -he wo t e t he re till I T y S y So th t o g, n g die !

’ Tell himhis old fathe r ble ss d himas he never did be fo e r , — And to carry that old musket (Hark ! a knock is at the door !) — Till the U nion (Se e it Ope ns !) Father ! Fathe r ! s pe ak once more ’ Ble ss ou as d the old re e r a and he la and y g p g y S ge nt y, said no mr o e. 2 BA 62 LLADS AND ROMANCES.

NR GEORGE HE Y BOK ER .

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A BALLAD OF S I R oa N FR N y A K LI N .

O whithe r sail you Sir John Franklin ’ whale r in Baffin s B Crie d a ay. To know if be tw e en the land and the Pole ” ma find a road se - I y b a way.

ha ou ac Sir ohn I c rge y b k , J Franklin As you w ould live an d thrive For be tw e e n the land and the froz en Pole N 0 man may sail alive

’ But li htl lau h d the s tout ir hn g y g S Jo , And spoke unto his men Half En land is w on if he is ri ht g r g g , ' Bear ofl to We stward the n

O whithe r sail you brave Englishman ! C ie the li l E a r d tt e squimux . Be tw e e n your land an d the polar star ” v My goodly e s s els go.

Come dow n if ou w ould ou ne the re , y j r y The li tle ndian s aid t I , And chan e o u cloth for fur lothin g y r c g, Your ve ssel for a sled

’ But li htl lau h d the s tout Sir ohn g y g J , ’ And the crew laugh d w ith himtoo A sailor to chan e f om hi o sle d g r s p t , I wee n w e re some thing ne w

All th ou h the lon lon ola r g g, g p r day The ve ssels We stw ard spe d And whe e ve the sail of Sir ohn was lown r r J b , The ic av wa and fl d e g e y e .

BALLADS AN D ROMANCES.

’ w i around ehind e fo e T as ce , b , b r My God! the re is no s e a !

What think you of the whale r now ? What of the Esquimaux ? A sl w e te r han a shi ed e re b t t p,

To cruise through ice and snow.

D own sank the bale ful crimson sun ; i h me ou The Northe rn L g t ca t, la u on he ice - ound s And g red p t b hips,

And shook its spe ars about.

The snow came down s torm re edin storm , b g , n n the dec s was laid A d o k , i e w e ar sailor s ic at he art T ll th y , k ,

Sank down beside his spade .

ir hn the ni ht is lac an n S Jo ! g b k d lo g, T i sin wind is le a he h s g b k , The hard gre e n ice is strong as de ath ” h tain s e a I prit ee , Cap ! p k .

The ni ht is ne ithe r ri ht nor rt g b g sho , The singing bre ez e is cold i s no so s t on as ho The ce i t r g pe , ” old The he art of man is b .

a al this ic wall What hope c n s c e y , ’ High o e r the main flag-staff Above the ridge s the wolf and bear o down wi h a atie nt se ttle d star L ok t p , e , ” lau h Look down on us and g .

The summe w the w inter came r ent, , We could not rule the ye ar

But summe r will melt the ice again, n h sunn ain And ope a path to t e y m , ” Where on our ships shall ste er ! GEORGE HENRY B K ER 6 O . 2 5

The winte r w ent the summer we nt ; The w inte r came around But the ha d e e n ice was st on as d r gr r g eath, nd the voic f h e san to a r a A e o op k b e th, oun Yet caught at eve ry s d.

Hark he ard ye not the noise of guns ? And the re and the e a ain ? , r , g ’ ’ Tis some une asy icebe rg s roar

As he turns in the froz e n main.

H urrah ! hurrah ! the Esquimaux - Across the ice fie lds steal. God give the mgrace for the ir charity ! Ye pray for the silly seal !

Sir J ohn ! whe re are the English fields ? And whe re are the English tre e s ? And whe re are the little English flowe rs That ope n in the bre ez e

Be s till be still m av sailor , y br e s ! You shall s e the elds a in e fi ga , And smell the sce nt of the o e nin ow p g fl ers , Th ass and the w vi ain e gr , a ng gr

0 whe n shall I s e e my orphan child ? M y M ary w aits for me 0 whe n shall se e m old mothe r I y , And pray at he r trembling kne e ?

Be still be s till m rave sailors , y b Think not such thoughts again But a te ar froz e slowly o n his che e k H h L d n e t ought of a y Ja e .

Ah itte itte r ow s the cold b r , b gr , The ice grows more and more ; M o e l w o a r se tt e d stare the lf and be r, Mo re patient than be fore . 266 BALLADS AND ROMAN CES.

0 thin ou ood Sir ohn ran lin ! , k y , g J F k ’ We ll e ve r se e the land ? ’ w as c uel t send s he r T r o u e to starve ,

Without a he lping hand.

’ was cruel Sir ohn to se nd us h r T , J e e , ' o far fromhel or home S p , To starve and fre e z e on this lonely sea I w e e n the Lords of the Admiralty ” uld rath s n Wo e r e d than come .

wh the r w starv d 0, e e e to e ath alone , Or sail to our own count ry , We have done what man has neve r done

The t uth is founded the s cr t won r , e e , ’ ” We pass d the Northe rn Se a !

R CHARD HENR D I Y STODDAR .

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THE PEARL OF THE PHI LI PPI NES .

he ar Re le ma o that ou I , p g y r onc a famus sh man We e e o fi e r , Who at Ne os or Palaw an gr , , r ma b i was at Zebou O y e t , u d some t in re cious in th sand Fo n h g p e , ’ w ai A nugge t ash d the re by the r n, ’ That slipp d fromyour too e age r hand o And so n as found w as lost again . If it had be en a pearl inste ad (Why doe s your good w ife shake he r he ad I could the story unde rstand For have nown so man lost I k y ,

And once too ofte n to my cost.

I trade in pe arls I buy and sell.

The y say I know the ir value we ll.

BALLAD S AND ROMANCES.

hat was a w onde r to ehold T b , Dra w i wn fromher face th pins of gold.

You have not se n it e rce iv e , I p e, Said the e a l-me chant nor hav p r r , e I . ’ I d have to se e it to e lie v b e , w v And the n ould rathe r ha e you by. ’ ” The re s no s uch pe arl. You spoke of Afte r a pause his host began

w as once a she rman Ye s I fi ,

And love d hou h now hate the sea. , t g I , ’ w as twe nt thi t e a s a o T y, r y y r g , And this good lady by my s ide Had not be e n many moons a bride

Of poor but proud Re le mpago. That I w as poor s he did not care

She le t me lov he r love d a ain. e , g She come s of the be st blood of Spain ; w The re is no be tte r any he re .

u se e w ha am. As said Yo t I I , cast m e ad u on the sea I y br p , d w m e ad Or fromthe se a I re y br , What matte so it came to me r , We love d w e e oun our wants we re few , r y g, The happie st pair in all Zebon At las t a child and w hat efo e , b r ’ Se e md happine ss w as more and more ’ m t The thin it se emd the d e amco e rue . g , r You s mile I se e you neve r knew ’ ” A fathe r s ple as ure in a child. Pardon ! my frie nd I ne ve r smiled; f v h I ama athe r. I ha e t re e w S e e t trouble s that are dear to me . But ou s was not a t ou le — no r r b ,

Said sim le ood Rele m a o . p , g p g It was th w ar s l e s e e test, de e t chi d! R CHARD H NRY D D I E STOD AR .

So eautiful so a so w ild b , g y , , n so s e i v a d sh A d ye t ns ti e n y, nd ive n to sudde n st an e alarms A g , r g ’ ’ I it i t e s ms ve se e n n i s moth r ar ,

B li with lau hte s to and s i . ubb ng g r , p gh I was li e ne ithe r in the face t k , w ar da and that w For e e rk , as fair ; f An infant o anothe r race , hat orn no in the ir dwe llin - lace T , b t g p , Le ft some poor woman childle ss the re ! ird that to o n st had wn A b ur e flo , e arl that in ur sh ll had wn A p o e gro , ’ We che rish d it with double care . It came to us as l e nd sa s , eg y now not if h tale e r (I k t e b t ue) , Anothe r child in othe r days Came hithe to de a t no more r p r , n n i i h Fou d o e br ght morn ng on the s ore , ” n an e The I f t J e s us of Z bon. ” S ou too had the me hant sai o y , rc d, ith us t a touch of uie t scom W j q , — What shall I say a K rishna born

But with no halo round its head.

hat did ou name the bo ? A W y y girl, No o and he r f r e r w t b y, t e o e d are , s e ete r l’d h We cal t e infant M argarita, For was she not our pre cious Pe arl ? You who have children as ou sa , , y y, h w h l Can gue ss ow much e loved the c i d, hin h r w f da t da Watc g e r g o th rom y o y, Grave if she w e t but if she smiled p ,

Delighted with her. We were told

That we gre w young as she grew old. I use d to make long voyage s Before she c m in distan seas a e , t , But now ne r le f Zebou I ve t , For there the great pe arl-oysters grew BAL 270 LADS AND ROMANCES.

(And s till may grow for aught I know a o a I s pe k f thirty ye ars go) . ho u h w ave s w e e ou h and w inds w e r T g r r g e high , And fa homs do w n the se a w as da t rk , And he w as dan e f o mth s h t re g r r e ark, sh an f omno hin he n for I r k r t g t , I Was o u and old and full f if y ng b o l e , And had at home a lovin w f g i e , A da lin child who ran to me r g , , St e tchin he r arms out whe n cam r g I e , ’ ’ And kiss d m che e and lis d m name y k , p y , n A d sat for hours upon my kne e . What happie r sight was the re to se e What happie r life was the re to be

lived m li tle Pe a l in thee . I , y t r 0 moth ! wh did n , e r y I begi ’ He sto d and close d his e e s with ai pp , y p n , Eithe to e e his tears the re in r k p , n h v Or bri g t at is ion back again. You tell him! h Sir t e lady said,

My husband bids me tell the tale . One day the child began to ail s li l che e w a st too re d It tt e k s fir , i w o d athl al And the n t as to e y p e . ’ It burn d w ith fe ve r inw ard flame med it w hic no wind could c l Consu , h oo e athe d it in a mountain oo W b p l, w And it as burning all the same . The ne x da it w as col so col t y d, d

N o fire could w a mit. S i la r o t y, N ot c in much too w e a to la ry g , k p y, And loo i all t e w hi l k ng h le s o o d. So fond too of its fa he — he t r , , Good man w as t i han , more o t t I The mome nt his li ht s te d e w ni h g p r g , I woul n t d o longe r stay with me .

2 2 7 BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

Beneath whose dome the Child Divine

Was w it a ing for that pe arl of mine . ’ hithe w e nt an ho the T r I , and c r d re Dive d fathoms down foun s , d rocks and ands , But no e arl- s an w p oy te rs y here , And so cam e up with e mpty hands . wice thrice nd—no i l e T , , a th ng ! Crue s a Where has t thou hid thy pe arls fromme ? But w ill have the m nor de art I , p n i ave the m for m U t l I h , y heart

ould re a and m de ar child would die . W b k , y She shall not die What was that cry ? ’ l a On y the e gle s scre amon high . e ar not R lema o nce more F , e p g O own down l roc s and sands D , , a ong the k o e d in dar ne s s tore m hands I gr p k , y ,

And rose w ith no hin as e fore . t g, b 0 Infant J e s us of Zebou I promise d a great pe arl to you Help me to find it Down again ’ ’ ’ md fo w l w r d It se e r eve r, hir d and hi l , The dee p foundations of the world ’ Enguli d me and my mortal pain But not for v e er, for the sea ’ That swallow d would not harbour me . rose a ain saw the s un I g , I , ul I felt my dre adf task w as done . ’ My de spe rate hands had wre nch d away A great pe arl-oyste r fromits be d And ou ht i h li ht of da br g t to t e g y, I ts ra e d sh w dri n re d gg ell as ppi g ,

h l . ll T e y b e d so then But all was we , For in the hollow of that shell

- The e a l ear sha e d and e rfe ct la . p r , p p p , y My child w as saved N o ne e d to tell How re o d and how flew I j ice , I To the cathedral of Zebou THOMAS SB N O OR E DAVIS . 2 7 3

For the e the nfant e sus s and r I J t s ,

And holds my pe arl upon his hands.

Th a l- ha t ai He ende d. e pe r me rc n s d You found your daughte r be tte r ? The w ife of poor Re le mpago d He found his dau ht r d ad Re plie g e e . ’ ’ w ans w r d. N said T as fate he e o she , ’ Twas God He gave the child to me w He took the child and He kne be st. ’ He re ach d and took it frommy breast ; nd in is h nd to -da it shine s A H a y , ” i n The Pe arl of all the Phil ppi es.

B RN THOMAS OS O E DAVIS. — 1 814 1 845.

THE S A M RE CK OF BAL TI O .

’ The summe sun is fallin soft on Carb r s h nd d is le s r g e y u re , ’ The summe r s un is gle aming s till through Gabrie l s rough de file s

’ O ld Inishe rkin s crumble d fane looks like a moulting bird And in a calmand sle epy s w e ll the oce an tide is he ard The hoo e s lie u on the e ach the child en ce ase the i k r p b , r r 1a p Y1 The ossi s le ave the little inn the households ne el to a g p , k pr y ’ And full of love and e a e and e st its dail la ou o e r p g r , y b r , on tha cos c w U p t y re e k the re lay the to n of Baltimore .

A de e e e st a sta t nce has come w i h midni h the e p r r , rry ra , t g t r N 0 sound e x cept that throbbing w ave in e arth or se a or air ’ The mass ive cape s and ruin d tow e rs se e m conscious of the calm

The fibrous sod and stunted tre es are bre athing he avy balm. — IV. 1 8 BALLADS AND ROMANCES .

So still th ni ht thos two lon ar ues round D unashead e g , e g b q that glide M ust t s t ir oars mthinks not few a ains t the e in ru the , e , g bb g

tide .

0 s me sw et mission of true love mus t u e the mto the , o e rg shore !

They bring some lover to his bride who sighs in Baltimore .

All i ach roof alon that roc str , all asle e p with n e g ky ee t ; ’ And these must be the lover s frie nds with gently gliding fee t

A sti e d as a dr am noise ! The roof is in a am fl g p , e y fl e ! Fromout the ir beds and to the ir doors rush maid and sire and dam e , ’ And me e t u on the thre shold ston the l amin sa r f p e g e g b e s all, ’ And o e r e ach black and be arde d face the white or crimson

shawl . The ye ll of Allah breaks above the praye r and shrie k and roar le sse d d h Al rin is lord of Bal O b Go t e ge e timore .

Then flung the youth his nake d hand against the shearing sw ord ; Then sprung the mothe r on the brand with which he r son was gore d ; hen sun the randsir on the oor his rand a T k g e fl , g b be s clutch ing wild hen fle d the maid moanin faint and ne stl T en, g , ed with the

child.

’ But se e on i ate s t an le d lies and crush d wi y p r r g , th splashing he el , ’ While o er him in an I rish hand there sw ee ps the Syrian ste el

hou h v irtue sin and cou a e fail and misers ield heir T g k, r g , y t sto e r , ’ here s on h ar w T e e th ell ave nged in the sack of Baltimore .

BALLAD AN 2 76 S D R OMANCES .

SIR SAMUEL FERGUSON.

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I F THE HEAL N G O CONALL CARN ACII .

’ r Sl ve Few w ith noisele ss t am in thr O e ie , r p g ough the heavy d ift d snow r e , ’ Be alcu Connacia s cham ion in his chariot trac , p , ks the foe

' And anon far ofl disce rne h in the mountain hollow w t , hite , Slinge r K e th and Conall Carnach mingling hand to hand in fighL

Swift the chariote e r his course rs urge d across the wintry glade ; ’ Hoa se the cr of K e th and hoa se r se emd to com r y r e , de manding aid But through w re ath and swolle n runnel e re the car could i re ach an gh , K e th la de ad and mi ht Conall lee din la at y , g y , b g, y point to

die .

hom h din s e nt and allid Bealcu e x ultin W be ol g p p , g crie d O thou rave ning w olf of Uladh ! whe re is now thy N orthe rn pride w th c e st audacious what that al What can no at r , p e de fiant ow br , ’ nce the ale s ta of Connacia s ava e d elds av i O b r r g fi , a l thee now

Taunts are for re vilingw omen faintly Conall made re ply ; Woulds thou la the manlie foe man e nd m ai and t p y r , y p n , le t me die

’ ’ Ne ithe r de emthy blade dishonour d that w ith K eth s a deed it sha e r , For the fo e mo t tw o of Connau ht fe at e nou h and f me r s g g , a to spare !

No ! I will not bard shall neve r in Dunseve rick hall make boast SI R SAMUEL FERGU SON . 2 77

’ That to quell one Northe rn re iver neede d two of Croghan s host

B us e that w ord h has s o en if bu life n ut be ca t ou t p k , t e ough e mains r , Thou shalt he ar the wive s of Croghan clap the ir hand above

thy chains .

Ye a ! if life enough but linger that the lee ch may make thee who le , ’ M e e t to satiate the an er that e see ms a w arrio s soul g b r , ’ Best of e e ch-c aft I ll urve the e ma e the whol l r p y , k e e as he alin can g , And in sin le com at sla the e Connau ht man to ll e r g b y , g U st ” man .

Bindin himin five -fold fe tte w ists an an le wr g r, r d k s , ists and ne c k , ’ To his car s une asy litte r Be alcu upheave d the w re ck Of the broke n man and harness but he starte d with amaz e he n he fe lt the N o the n w ar-mace what a w i h i w W r r , e g t t as

to rais e .

' ’ e stward he n th ou h Bre fln s or e rs with his ca W t r g y b d , ptive

and his de ad, ’ Track d ands of e rce a laude s wive s and sh i by b fi pp r , r eking widow s s e d , p ’ And the chain d he oic carcas e on the fair re en of M , r g oy Slaught ’ Castin dow n roclaimd his ur ose and ad Lee h g , p p p , b e , t e

le e ch be ou ht . , br g

Le e the e ntle -faced h sician f omhis her - lot came , g p y , r b p , and said

’ ’ He alin is with Gods e rmission he alth for lif n mn g p , e s e j oy e t made

And hou h mine aid e fuse not e t to s a m u s , t g I r , y , pe k y p rpo e lain p ,

the he alin art a use not ma in life inu e to ain. I g b , k g r p BA 2 7 8 LLADS AND ROMANCES.

wi e sanc i n f i htie st oa w But assure me th th t o o the mg th ye kno , hat in cas e in this conte ntion Conall ove rcome his f T , oe , Straight departing fromthe tourne y by what path the chief l h sha l c oose , H free o is ou ne unmle sted to the e is t take h j r y o Fews .

Sw ear me farth while at he alin in m cha e the he ro lies e r , g y rg , None hal h ou h m fe nce s ste alin w or himmischief s l, t r g y g, k or surprise ’ O if od the unde rta in but a rove in six months s an S , G k g pp , p Once again my art shall make himme e t to stand be fore a ” man .

C om the i od the the n atteste d Sun and ind for r , r G , y , W ua an e e s g r t , Conall Ca nach unmole ste d what e x it he mi ht le ase r , by g p , ’ If he victo should hav f e e dom to de art Connacia s t r , e r p bounds ; Mean ime no man should int de him e nterin on the hos t ru , g

pice grounds .

he n his urthe n hu e re ce ivin in the hos ice ortal Le e T , b g g p p , , ' ’ Stifle n d lim lim e li vin wi t -ke b by b r e g th he iron fe tte r y, ’ As a c um le d sc oll unroll d him oanin de e till laid r p r , gr g p, , at le n h gt , onde in az e rs mi ht ehold him what a tow e r he was f W r g g g b , o

stre ngth.

S a e the sons to one another da da of Be alcu p k , y by y , Ge t the e u and s m oth r ha the p py, y br e ! w t le e ch and Northman do Le e at mix in of a otion Conall e t in no wis e de ad g p y , ” As on re ef of oc the oc an tos se s wildl on his e d. r k e , y b

Spy again w ith cautious pe e ping ! what of Le e and Conall ” now ? Conall lie s profoundly sleeping ; Le e be side with placid ” r w b o .

LA AND R 2 80 BAL DS OMAN CES.

Forbaid w as a master lin e r M acv when in he r ath she S g , b san k , Felt the pre se nce ofhis finge r fromthe farther Shannon bank For he th e w line and me as u e ac isin a cons t nt cas r by r pr t g a t, ’ Da l l su ill h ch d the mar a ily in se c ude d e i re t e re a k t last .

’ ’ ’ K a i v d a w io s honour thou h w a eth ch e e arr r , g t as mid ’ w oman s and b , Whe n he smote the amorous Connor bowing fromhis distant

stand.

’ Fit occas ion w ill not fail ye in the le e ch s lawn b elow C n a l d i wi hin an e as onall at the fountai d i y r nks t y throw .

h r f e cas at th a le sons of mine with mas u ed W e e or t ye e pp , e r aim He who in the close would grapple first the distant foe should maim; And since K o h his dea h - alls castin ides no mo t , t b g, r re the id e of w r g ar , We a ainst our summe hos tin train us for his vaca , g r g, nt car.

h refo e to th e ai n z forth m ch W e r e rock r p ri g ga e ye , y ildren ! te ll

’ Tis a stag w e w atch for s naring that fre que nts the le ech s ” w e ll.

’ will se e this sta th u h t ul mall m b m I g, o g r y s ay e y e ye s de light ’ And he climb d the rock w he re fully lay the law n e x pose d to s i ght.

’ Conall to the gre e n well-margin came at dawn and kneel d to d in r k , ’ Thinking how a noble Virgin by a like gre e n fountain s brink Heard his ow n pure vow s one morning far away and long ago All his he a to h m w as tu ni a his e rs e o o e n nd t a an to fl w. rt r g, b g

’ Clean fo e tful of his ison t e D uns v ri k wi rg pr , s e p e e c s ndy towe r SI R SAMUEL FERGUSON . 2 8 !

’ ’ md to rise in resent vision and his own dear lad s Se e p , y bowe r R nd the she lte rin ne e s the a he r little ne s of tende r ou g k y g t , o e a s y r , T ll us moth of our fathe r —and an rs b wi e , e r ! ! she swe ut th a te rs .

’ wice the bi d o s lash d the fountain. he n he ose and T g r p p T r , tu nin ound r g r , ’ As ac oss a re as of mountain swe e s a whi lwind o er the r b t p r , ground ’ Race d in athle t f ats amaz in sw un the w ar-mace hurl e e g, g , d the spe ar Bealcu in w onde r az in felt the an s of de adl fe ar , g g p g y .

Had it e n a fa le d riffi n su le d in a fas in de n be b g , pp t g , ’ ’ Flash d its whe e ling coils to he ave n o er a wre ck of beasts nd me n a , Hardly had the dre adful prospe ct bred his soul more dire alarms ’ Such the fire of Conall s as e ct s uch the st ido of i arm p , r r h s s.

” his is fe a he said that n v r shoo th s lim s T r , , e e k e e b of mine till now

N ow se e the mad en e avou now mourn the oastful vow I d r , I b . ’ ’ Y e t tw i h w r im e ll d me and a sens e of manl as r g teous ath p , y shame

’ ' ’ romhis na d oa w ithheld me whe n twas fl F ke thr t , o e r d to

my aim.

N ow se e his st e n th e x cellin whence he u s it what h I r g g, b y , e p ays ; ’ Tis a God who has his dwellin i the fount to w om , g n , h he prays hithe came he w e e in d oo in till th We ll- o h ar T r p g, r p g, e G d e d his praye r N ow ehold himsoa in woo in as an a l throu h th b r g, S p g, e g e g e air ! BALLADS AND 2 82 R OMANCES.

thou God! whatsoever sounds of awe th name w w O by y e kno , Grant thy se rvant e qual favour with the s trange r and the foe ! ’ Equal grace ! tis all I cove t and if sacrificial blood Win favour thou shalt have it on th ver we ll- r thy , y y b ink , God!

What and though I have give n pledge s not to cross the ’ leech s court ?

’ ’ an hi Not to pass his shelte ringhedge s me dI to s patie n t s hurt. ’ ’ Thy dishonour mean d I ne ve r ne ver me an d I to fo rswe ar Right divine of prayer whe re ve r Powe r Divin e in vites to

prayer.

’ ’ Sun that w armst me ! Wind that fann st me ! ye that guar ante e the oath

w h a ai st me te d l o Make no Sign of rat g n n e r y ye t uch me both. ’ Y a hen th ou h his fe nce s ste alin e re to-morrow s sun e , t , r g g,

shall rise , - o n th ma in ne elin will offe r sacri c Well G d ! o y rg k g, I fi e !

Brothe r ! rise ! the skies grow ruddy ; if we ye t would save

our sire , Re sts a de e cou a eous lood wonde rin a e shall d, r g , b y , g g s i admre . ’ ’ Hie the e to the spy-rock s s ummit ! ready the re thou lt find lin the s g, Re ady the re the leade n plumme t and at dawn he s e eks the ” spring.

Ruddy daw n had change d to ambe r ; radiant as the yellow da y , Conall issuin fromhis cham e r to the fountain to his , g b , ok way here athw art the w ellin wate li e a falle n illar s r ad T g r , k p p e , ’ Smitten th olt of slau h e l nn ia i n by e b g t r, ay Co ac s champ o ,

dead.

’ Call the hosts ! convene the j udge s ! cite the dead man s children both !

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Toldthat half the w orldbarbarian thrills alre ady w ith the faith au ht the m the odli e S rian Ce sar latel u T g by g k y y p t to death.

And the S un throu h s a r sta e s meas urin fro m h Rain , g t r y g g t e d B an ull, ’ ells us of re newin a e s and that Nature s m T g g , ti e is full 8 0 e chance the se sill e ez e s e ve n now ma w the , p r , y br y s e ll sail Brings the le ave ning word of Jesus We stward als o to the ” Gael.

DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI .

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S I S TE R HE LEIV.

Why did you melt your w ax en man ? Sister He le n !

T -da is th thir i o an o y e d s nce y u beg . The time was lon e t the time ran g, y , Little bro the r ! M oth M a M othe (0 e r , ry r ! h ee da s to-da twe n H ell and Heaven ! T r y y, be e )

But if o hav don our wo a i ht y u e e y rk r g , Sis te r Hele n ! ’ ” m f r sai mi h ou ll le t e la o ou d t. Y p y , y I g B ve still in our la to -n i ht e ry y p y g , Little bro the r ! 0 the M a M other ( M o r , ry ! hird ni ht to -ni ht twee n He ll and Heave T g g , be n

You said it must melt r v s e r ell e e e p b , Siste r Hele n ! If now it m t n al w be ol e l is e ll.

Even so —na e ace ou can not tell , y, p y , Little brothe r ! 0 M othe M a M othe r ! ( r , ry 0 what is this e twe e n He ll and He ave n , b TE AB E D AN G RI L ROSSETTI .

the wax en nave w as lum to-d O k p p ay, Siste r H ele n ’ How like de ad folk he has drOpp d away ! Na now of the d ad what can ou sa y , e y y ? Little brothe r ! 0 M othe M a t ( r , ry M o he r ! hat of the dead e twe en Hell and He av n W , b e

Se e ! se e the sun e n ile of w ood k p , Siste r Hele n !

’ Shine s through the thinn d w ax re d as blood ’ N a now wh n lo k d ou e t on lo d? y , e o y y b o Little brothe r ! 0 M othe M a M othe r ( r , ry ! How ale she is e tw e Hell and H av n ! p , b e n e e )

’ Now close our e es for the e ic and sor y y , y r s k e , Siste r He le n ! ’ And I ll play without the galle ry door . ’ A le t me re st I ll lie on the oo y, fl r , Little brothe r ! 0 M othe M ar M othe ( r , y r ! hat re st to -ni ht e twe en Hell and He av n ? W g , b e )

He e hi h u in the alcon r g p b y , Siste r He len ” The moon ie s face to fac w fl e ith me . A loo and sa w hateve ou s e y, k y r y e , Little brothe r 0 M othe Ma M othe ( r , ry r What si ht to ni ht e tw e He ll and H aven g g , b e n e

’ utside it is me rr in the w ind wa O y s ke , Sis te r He le n In the sha e n th chil a a k tre e s e l s t rs sh ke . Hush he ard you a horse -tre ad as you spake Little brothe r ! 0 M o he r M ar M o e ( t , y th r ! What sound to-ni ht w n g , be t e e Hell and Heaven BALLADS AND R 2 86 OMAN CES.

rs -tr ad and se e I hear a ho e e , I , Sis te r Helen ! ” n hat ri t Thre e horseme t de erribly . Little brothe r ! whe nce come the thre e Little brother ! 0 M othe r M ar M th ( , y o e r ! he nc should the come e twe W e y , b en Hell and He aven ?)

he come the hill-ve r e fromBo ne Bar T y by g y , Siste r He len ” i h but two And one draws n g , are afar. Look ! look ! do you know the mwho they are ” Little brother ! 0 M othe r ar ( , M y Mothe r ! o should the be e twe e n He ll an Wh y , b d Heave n

’ 0 it s K ith of Bastholmride s so fa , e st , Siste r Hele n ” F r n w h white mane on h o I k o t e t e blast. The ho r has come has come at a u , l st, Little brother ! 0 M other Mar ( , y Mothe r ! r r l e tw e e H He hou at as t, b n ell and He aven ?)

’ He has made a Sign and call d Halloo Siste r Helen

And that he w ould s a he says pe k with you. 0 t ll m fe ar the f oz e n de w e hi I r , Little brothe r 0 M other Mar M ( , y othe r ! Wh lau hs she thus etween Hell and H a y g , b e ve n

The wind is lo d but he ar himcr u , I y, Siste r Hele n !

’ ” a Th t K e ith of Ewern s like to die . And he h u an hou and and t o , d t I , Little brother

ALLAD A 2 88 B S ND ROMANCES.

for his leas u e fared the same My heart p r , Little brothe r ! 0 M o he r M ar M othe r ( t , y ! ire at the he art e w e e n He ll and He av F , b t e n

’ K i f \Ve stholmridin fast He re s e th o g , Sis te r He le n ” n w h w hi lume on the l For I k o t e te p b as t . h o th sw e e t hou fo ecast T e h ur, e r I r , Little brothe r ! 0 M othe M ar Mothe r ( r , y I s the hour sw e e t e tw e n H d , b e e ll an He ave n

He sto s to s e a and he s tills his ho p p k , rse , Siste r He le n ’ ’ ut his w ds w B or are dro n d in the w ind s cours e . N a he ar ! na he a ! ou must he ar e fo ce y y r y p r r , Little brothe r 0 M o he a Mo he ! ( t r , M ry t r What w o d now he ard e tw ee n He ll and H v r , b e a e n ?)

’ 0 he sa s that K e ith of Ew e ms y cry, Sis te r He le n I s e ve r to e ” s e you e re he die . In all tha his soul se e s the e am t , r I , Little bro the r ! 0 M othe M ar M othe ( r , y r ! ’ The soul s one si ht e tw e e n He ll and H v g , b e a e n

He sends a in and a o e n coin r g br k , Siste r He le n And ids ou min h ba k b y d t e n s of Boyne . What e lse he broke w ill he e ve r j oin Little brothe r 0 M o he r M a M othe ! ( t , ry r ’ No ne ve r oin d e w e en He ll and He av n j , b t e

He ield and c av s full fain y s you these r e , Sister Helen ! DANTE AB 8 G RIEL ROSSETTI . 2 9

Yo u pardon himin his mortal pain . What else he took w ill he give again ? Little brothe r ! 0 M th M a M othe r ( o e r, ry ! to v tw e n ll and He av n Not twice gi e , be e He e

H all ur nam in an a on e c s yo e g y , Siste r Helen

That e ve n de ad Love must w e e p to see . Hat orn of Love is lind as he e , b , b , Little brother ! 0 M othe M ar M other ! ( r , y ’ Love turn d to hat w n e ll and H ave n e , bet ee H e !)

’ K h w 0 it s e it of K eith no that rides fast, Siste r Hele n ! ” For now th whit hair n the l I k e e o b ast . The sho t short hour will soon be as r , p t, Little brother ! 0 M o he r M a M the ( t , ry o r ! ill soon be ast e twee n H ll and He av n W p , b e e

He loo s at me and he trie s to s e a k p k , Sis te r Hele n ! But hi v w O s oice is sad and e ak. What he re should the mighty Baron se ek ? Little brothe r 0 M othe r M a M othe ( , ry r ! Is this the e nd e tw e e n He ll and H ave n ? , b e )

0 his son still crie s if ou fo ive , y rg , Siste r He le n ! h d T e bo y dies but the s oul shall live . i e shall fo iv m as fo ive F r rg e e I rg , ” Little brothe r ! 0 M othe M a M other ! ( r , ry As she fo ive s e w n H ll and He aven ! rg , b t ee e ) — IV. 19

292 BALLADS AND RoMANcEs.

Is it in the sky or in the ground? ’ a have th turn d the ir horse s roun S y, e y d Little brother ! Mothe r Mar Moth (0 , y e r ! w uld h more e tw e e n Hell and What o s e , b H e ave n ?)

h hav rais d he old man fromhis kne T e y e e t e , Siste r He len ” And the y ride in sile nce hastily .

More fast the naked soul doth fle e , Little brother ! 0 other M ar Mothe r ( M , y ! e d l twe n H ll an He av n The nak sou , be e e d e

an h h d on Flank to fl k are t e t re e ste e s g e , Siste r Hele n !

’ But the lady s dark steed goes alone . ’ lo l her id r oms soul hath own And ne y br eg o fl , Little brothe r 0 M other M ar Mothe r ( , y ! Th l nel host we e n Hell and He aven e o y g , be t

0 the w ind is sad in the iron chill, Sister Hele n ! " nd wear ad l o A y s the y o k by the hill. Bu he and are adde r still t I s , Little brothe r 0 M othe M ar M o her ( r , y t ! Mo sad of all e twe e n He ll and H ave n st , b e

’ See ! see the wax has dropp d fromits place , Siste r He len And the flame s are winning up apace ! Ye t he re the urn but for a S ace y b p , Little brothe r ! 0 M othe r M ar M othe r ! ( , y H re for a s ace e Hell and Heave n e p , b twe e n W LL A M I I M ORRIS . 2 93

’ Ah ! what white thing at the door has cross d? Sis te r Helen Ah ! what is this that sighs in the frost ’ A so l that s lost mine is los t u as , Little brothe r 0 M t e Mar ( o h r , y Mother ! Lost l ll l ell , ost, a ost, be tween H and Heave n !)

L RR WIL IAM MO IS .

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THE HA YS TACK I N THE FLOODS .

Had sh ome all th w a for this e c e y , To part at las t without a kiss ? Ye a had she borne the dirt and rain That he r own e ye s might se e himslain Bes ide the haystack in the floods

Alon d i in l a e ss w oods g the r pp g e fl , The s ti in ith r sho rrup touch g e e e , She rode astride as troope rs do ith i tl il e d to he r ne e W k r e k t k , ’ To which the mud s plash d wre tchedly ’ And the we t dripp d fromeve ry tre e U on he r h and heav hair p e ad y , And on he r e ye lids broad and fair ;

The te ars and rain ran down he r face. B fits an s h ode a ace y d s tart t e y r p , And ve ry ofte n was his place Far off fromhe r ; he had to ride Ahe ad to se e what mi ht e tide , g b ’ he n th ro s d and some tims when W e roads c s ; e , h m T e re rose a murmuring fro his men, Had to turn back with promises Ah me she had but little e ase And ofte n for pure doubt and dread BA D A LLA S ND R OMAN CES.

’ Sh sobb d ma e i d in the he ad e , d g d y By the swift riding while for cold Her slende r fingers scarce could hold The w e t re ins yea ! and scarcely too She felt the foot within her shoe

ns th stirru all for this Agai t e p , To part at las t without a kiss Beside the haystack in the floods !

’ ’ F whe n the n ar h old soak ha or y e d t at d y, They saw across the only w ay hat udas Godmar and the three T J , Red running lions dismally ’ Grinn d f omhis nnon und r which r pe , e , In one s ai l n l n h tr ght i e a o g the ditc , e c Th y ounte d thirty heads .

So the n , ’ hile Ro e turn d r und o his n W b rt o t me , She saw at onc the w e tch d e nd e r e , And s tooping down trie d hard to rend He r coif the w n wa mhe r head ro g y fro , And hid he r eyes while Robert said ’ Na Love ! tis sca c l two to one y, r e y , At Poictie rs w he w e made the mrun , re S f t -wh sw m Lov o o as , y, e e t y e g od che er The Gascon frontie r is so ne ar ” No ught after this ! But ! she said O , My God! my God I have to tread The long way back w ithout you the n The court at Paris those six men The gratings of the Chatele t The swift Se ine on some rainy day Li e this and a le s andin k , mp t g by , And lau hin whil m w ea hands tr g g, e y k y To re colle ct how s trong me n s wim All his or e f him t els a li e with ,

BALLADS AND RO M ANCES.

You know that I should strangle you l u e sle e in or ite th ou h Whi e yo we r p g, b r g ’ ou th oat God s hel — ah she said Y r r , by p , Lord Je sus pity your poor maid mme in For in such wise the y he , an n choos e b in and sin I c ot ut s ,

Whateve r happe ns . Ye t I think he co d not ma e m e a or r n T y ul k e t d i k , ” a And so should I j ust re ch my res t. Na u do not m h s y ! if yo y be e t, a hou h lov o w ll O J eb ne t g I e y u e , ai dmar w ould fail to te ll S d Go , I A ha now i s sh ll t t I k Foul l e e said. ’ Eh ! lie s ? my Je hane ! by God s head At Paris folk would dee mthe mtrue D ow e ane he r for o o you kn , J b t y c y y u J ebane the b rown Jehane the brown Give us Je bane to b urn or drown — Eh ? gag me Robe rt Swe e t my friend ! This we re inde e d a pite ous e nd For hose lon n e s and lon fe et t g fi g r , g , And lon ne c and smooth shoulde rs swe e t g k , , An e nd that fe w me n w ould forge t ha saw it o a hou e t T t . S n r y Conside e bane which to ta e r , J k Of life or de ath

So scarce awa e , k , ismountin did sh le ave that lace D g, e p And totter some yards with he r face ’ u u w t h k a T r d up ard o t e s y she l y, H e r he a on w he a of ha d a e t p y, And ell asl an whil sl t f e e p d e she ep , And did no d e am th mi e c e t t r , e nut s r p Roun o w e lve a ain b Sh d t the t g ut e , ’ Be in aw a e at last si h uie l g k , g d q t y, And s t an e l child-li e cam and said r g y k e , ’ I w l no rai w a G dmar s head i l t St ght y o , WILLIAM MORRIS . 297

’ As thou h it h n n st wi g u g o rong re s , turu d ’ Most shar l o nd nd his f ur p y r u , a ace b u d.

or Ro e t oth his e es we r dr F b r , b y e y, ld not w e e ut l i He cou p , b g oomly ’ H se md to watch the rain e e ye a ! too , His lips were firm; he tried once more ’ T uch he r li s she re a h d o t o to p c u , sore d v i o m An ain de s re s torture d the , The oor e li s —and now th he m p gr y p , e ’ Of his sleeve brush d them With a start odmar ros e thr t hema a U p G , us t p rt ; ’ FromRobe rt s throat he loosed the bands Of s ilk and mail w ith e mpty hands l u h s od an az w He d o t, s e to d g ed, and sa The long bright blade without a flaw ’ Glide out fromGodmar s sh ath his hand e , ’ In Robe rt s hair ; she saw himbend ’ Back Robe rt s he ad she saw himse nd The thin ste el dow n the blow told we ll Ri ht ac ward the ni ht Ro ert fell g b k k g b , ’ And moan d as do n half de d gs do , be i g a ,

U nwi in as de em. th n tt g, I So e ’ Godmr uru d rinnin me n a t g g to his , Who ran some five or ix an a , s , d be t His hea d to pie ces at the ir fee t.

’ he n Godmar turn d a ain and sai T g , d So e ban the st fit e is r a , J e fir t e d. a e note m lad tha u wa T k , y y t yo r y Lies backward to the Chatele t She shook her he ad and gaz ed awhile At h r col a w f mile e d h nds ith a rue ul s ,

As though this thing had made he r mad.

This was the parting that the y had Be side t he haystack in the floods . BALLADS AND ROMAN CES.

HEN S H R RICHARD GI T O NE. 1 803

v Ha l an w v I lo e d j ar is , d as lo ed, Both children of the Desert we ; l And dee p as we re he r ustrous e yes ,

My image ever could I see.

h al o one And in my heart s e s sh , As doth a star above a well ; ’ ’ h o d And we e ach other s t oughts e nj y ,

As camels lis te n to a hell.

i n Ha arlis came A She k u to j , An d said Thy be auty fires my dreams Young Omab spum fly to my te nt !

So shalt thou walk in golden be ams.

’ But f om he i m de turu d r the S k y mai n , d w w me An he was roth ith he r, and ’ Ha arlis d w it was w r d j o n a p lo e , ’ And I was fasten d to a tree .

Nor bre ad nor wate r had she the re But oft a slave would come and go ’ e the it e nt he mutte rin words O r p b , g , And aye took back the unvarying No

The s imoomcame with sullen glare ! Bre athed Dese rt-mysteries through my tre e I only he ard the starving sighs ’ om n l Fr that pit s mouth unce asi g y . — Day after day night afte r night ’ ’ Haj arlis famish d moans I he ar ! ’ And the n I pray d her to consent

For m sa e in m wild des air. y k , y p

oo BALLADS 3 AND RO MANCES.

wha di ou he ar m Mar And t d y , y y ! ” All up on the Caldon Hill ? he ard the dro of the wat made I ps e r , ars o the e n o n fil And the e f gr e c r l.

t ll me all m Mar ! 0 e , y y A all hat e v r ou now ll, t e y k For you mus t have se e n the Fairie s Last night on the Caldon Low

m on our n e Mothe r Then take e y k e , ! n mthe of mine ! And liste , o r las ni h A hundred fairie s dance d t g t,

And the harpers the y were nine .

And the ir harp-strings rung so me rrily To their dancing fee t so small Bu h wo d of the i tal in t O , t e r s r k g all We re me rrie r far than .

And what w ere the w ords m M a , y ry That then you heard the msay ’ I ll tell ou all m mothe r ! y , y w But le t me have my ay.

’ om f th m la d with th wat r S e o e p y e e , ’ And roll d it down the hill

’ And this he said shall s e e dil turn , t y , p y ill ’ The poor old m e r s mill.

For the re has be e n no w ate r Eve r since the first of M ay ; And a busy man w ill the mille r be

At dawning of the day.

O the mille r how he will laugh Whe n he se es the mill-damrise The oll old miller how h wi j y , e ll laugh ’ Till the tears fill both his eyes ! MARY BETHAM W TT HO I . 301

And some the s iz d , y e e the little winds That sounde d ove r the hill ; And e ach ut a horn unto his m p outh, And ble w both loud and shrill

’ And h re the said m o t e , y , the erry winds g Awa fr mever horn y o y , And the y shall clear the mildew dank w ’ Fromthe blind old idow s corn.

0 the or l nd widow po b i , h sh as n lin s l T ough e h be e b d o ong, ’ ’ She ll be blithe e nough when the milde w s gone ’ And the corn stands tall and strong !

And som h rou ht th r wn i t-s d e , t e y b g e b o l n ee , And fl ung it down fromthe Low ; ’ And this th said the sunr , e y , by ise ’ In the we ave r s croft shall grow.

the oor lam w eav r O p e e , How will he laugh outright Whe n he se e s his dwindling flax -field All full Of flowers by night !

And n ak a the outsp e brownie , With a long he ard on his chin ’ have s un u all the ow aid h I p p t , s e ,

And I want some more to Spin.

’ v n a i f h l I e spu p e ce o e mpen c oth, And I want to spin another ’ A little shee t fo Mar s be d r y , ’ And an apron for he r mother.

i h t a l W t h t I cou d not help but laugh, ’ And I laugh d out loud and fre e And then on the top of the Caldon Low

There was no one le ft but me . 302 BALLADS AND R OMANCES.

And all on the top of the Caldon Low Th mi s w c ld and re e st e re o g y , And nothing I saw but the mossy stones la That round about me y.

omin dow n fromthe hill- o But, c g t p, I heard afar below w s th oll mill r was Ho bu y e j y e ,

And how the wheel did go.

’ ’ e e d into the widow s eld And I p p fi , And s ure e nough w e re see n ’ The yellow ears of the milde w d com n All standing stout and gree .

’ And down by the we ave r s croft I stole To se e if the flax we re sprung w v r a his a e But I met the e a e t g t ,

With the good ne ws on his tongue .

N w this is all h ard M other ! o I e ,

And all that I did se e . be d o r So prithe e make my , M the ! ’ ” an be For I mtire d as I c .

E JEAN I NG LOW . 1 830

A THE HI GH TI DE ON THE CO S T OF LI N COLN S H I RE.

’ The Old ma or climb d the elfr -tow r y b y e , T in ers ran two thre he r g by , by e ’ Pull if e neve ull d e fo , y r p b re l Good ringe rs ! pu l your be st ! quoth he . Pla u la u 0 Boston ells ! y p , p y p , b Pl all ou chan s all our sw el s y y r ge , y l ! Play up The Brides of Ende rby

e n a i w l M s y t as a sto en tide , Th Lord tha n h n w all e t se t it, e k o s ;

BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

he n be in to think how lo W I g ng, ai he ar the Lindis flow Ag n I , Swift as an arrow shar and stro , p ng And all the air it see me th me , , Be e n full of floating be lls (saith she) ” rin f That g the tune o Ende rby.

All fre s the leve l asture la h p y, And not a shadow mi ht be se e n g , Save whe re full five good mile s away ’ The ste e ple towe r d fromout the gre en And 10 ! the great be ll far and wide Was he ard in all the country side a r That S tu day at e ve ntide .

The swan herds whe re the ir se dge s are ’ Moved on in sunse t s golde n bre ath ; The she he rd lad he ard afar p s I , ’ And my son s wife Eilz abe th ; ’ Till floating o e r the grassy se a Came down that kindly message free " vi - The Brides of Ma s Ende rby .

h n m l k’d u int h s T e so e oo p o t e ky, And all along whe re Lindis flows To whe re the goodly ve ssels lie And whe re the lordly ste e ple shows The y said And why should this thing be What danger lours by land or se a ? ’ The y ring the tune of Enderby .

For evil news fromMablethorpe Of i at w r in d p r e galle ys a p g own,

For ships ashore be yond the scorpe, The y have not spare d to w ake the town ; Bu w t hile the West been re d to see , And rms b on an ira e s fle e sto e n e , d p t , Why ring The Brides of Enderby JEAN INGELow

’ look d without and 10 ! m son I , y Came riding down with might and main He aise d a shout as he rew on r d , l al w l n an Ti l l the e ki r g again. Eliz abe th Eliz abe th ! ’ (A sw e e te r woman ne e r dre w breath ’ n s wif El Than my so e iz abe th. )

” The old sea-wall he c ie d is d w , r , o n ; The rising tide come s on apace And boats adrift in yonde r town ” o s ailin u m - G g p the arke t place .

H e shook as one that looks on de ath . God save ou mothe st ai ht he saith y , r r g , ” Whe re is my w ife Eliz abe th ?

Good son whe e Lindi wi ds awa r s n y , ’ With her two bairns I mark d he r long And e re yon bells began to play ” Afa a r I he rd he r milking song. ’ H e look d across the ra s a g s y le , To i ht to le ft Ho Ende r g , , rby ! The y rang The Bride s of Ende rby

ith that he c ie d and e at his re ast W r , b b ; ’ For lo along the river s be d ’ A mi ht e re re ar d h s s g y yg i cre t, And u h p t e Lindis raging sped. I t swe t with thunde r u n i s p o s o se loud, Sha e d li e a curlin now -wh e l d p k g s it c ou , Or li a ke demon in a shroud.

’ And re arin Lindis ac ward re ss d g , b k p , Shook all her tre mbling banks amain ’ The n madly at the e ygre s bre ast lun u w F g p her e lte ring walls again. he n an s w n T b k came do n with rui and rout, The beate n foamflew round about he n all i T the m hty floods were out. — g IV. ao BALLADS AND R OMANCES.

far so fa t the e re drave So , s , yg , The he art had hardly time to be at Be fore the shallow se e thing wave ’ Sobb d in the grasse s at our fe e t ; The fee t had hardly time to fle e Befo e it a e a inst e n r br k ga th k ee ,

And all the world was in the se a.

U on the roof w e sat that ni ht p g , The noise of be lls we nt swee ping by ; ’ I mark d the lofty be acon light S t e amf omthe chu ch-towe r re d and hi r r r , gh, A l id mar an a ur k , d dre d to se e And awe some bells the y we re to me That in the dark rang Ende rby

And didst thou visit himno more hou dids t thou didst m dau ht r T , , y g e cle ar ! The wate rs laid thee at his door Ere ye t the e arly dawn was clear Th e tt ai ns in fast e m ace y pr y b r br , The lifted sun shone on th fa y ce , D w - if d t w l - o n dr te o thy d e l ing place .

’ That flow stre w d wre cks about the grass That e bb sw e pt out the flocks to se a a bb and fl w a A f tal e o , las To man mo tha min n m y re n e a d e . But e ach w ill mou n his own she saith r ( ) , ’ And sw e e te r woman ne e r dre w breath ’ w Than my son s ife Eliz abe th.

I shall never he ar he r more By the re e dy Lindis shore Cusha ! Cusha ! Cusha ! calling Ere the e arly de ws be falling ; I shall ne ve r he ar he r song ” Cusha ! Cusha ! all along

BA AD AND LL S ROMANCES.

w h lden mornin hill Do n t e go g ,

And thro ugh the silve r me ads .

R avels ton Ravels ton !

s ile neath he The t be t tree , ’ maid that e t he r mothe s i The k p r k ne , sh The song that sang e .

h san he r son she ke t her ine S e g g, p k , a ene ath the thorn She s t b , Whe n Andrew K e ith of Ravelston

throu h the Monda morn . Rode g , y

he nchme n sin his haw -bells rin His g, k g, His belte dj e we ls shine ith of Rave lston 0, K e The sorrows of thy line

e ar afte r e a whe e And e w came Y y r , r r , Come s e venin dow n the lade g g , And still the re sits a moonshine ghost he e sat the s unshin W r e maid.

mis hair is fain and f i He r ty t a r, She ke eps the shadowy kine ; ith of Rav lst 0, K e e on The sorrows of thy line

hand u on the s ile I lay my p t ,

The stile is lone and cold, The burnie that goe s babbling by h an ld Says nought t at c be to .

Y t tran r ! he e f om e ar to e ar e , s ge r , r y y , She ke e ps he r shadowy kine f a l 0, K e ith o R ve ston The sorrows of thy line

e ut hre ste s whe re And e w stood St p o t e p , r ! Why blanch thy che eks for fe ar ? GE RGE WALTER TH B O ORN URY . 309

The ancie nt stile is not alo ne , ’ Tis n th ot e burn I hear.

She ma es he r immemorial moa k n, She kee ps her shadowy kine ; K it R 0, e h of avelston The sorrows of thy line

GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY. — 1 82 8 1 876 .

’ THE CA VALI E R S E S CAPE .

amle tramle we nt the roan Tr p , p , , a t a went the re Tr p , r p , g y But ad ad PAD li e a thi n that was mad p , p , , k g , My che s tnut broke away It was s fi v l m wn j u t e mi e s fro Salisbury to ,

And but one hour to day.

hud thud ame on r an T , , c the o , Ra ra the me ttl d e p , t , e gr y But m he s t u mar was of lood so ar y c n t e b r e , ’ h w al w That s e sho d the m l the ay. ’ S r on s u dod d m h pu ! p r on ! I y at, ’ And wish d the mall good day

’ he s lash d h o nd T y p t r ugh miry rut a pool, ’ Splinte r d through fe nce and rail ’ But che s tnut K ate sw itch d ove r the gate saw he md oo an tail I t r p d . To Salis u town u a il f own b ry b t m e o d , v Once o e r this brook and rail.

a a he ard o n Tr p , tr p , I their e ch i g hoofs Past the walls of mossy stone The oan fl w n r e o at a s tagge ring pace . Bu l o t b o d is be tter than bone . 3 10 BALLADS AND RO MANCES .

atted old K and av he r I p ate , g e the spur, For n w I k e it was all my own .

But tramle tram e came the i steeds p , w , r , ’ And I saw the ir wolf s e ye s burn fe lt li e a ro al ha t I k y rt a bay, And made me ready to turn ; ’ look d whe re hi he st r w t e Ma I g g e h y, ’ nd d e A e pe st arch d the fe rn .

’ fle w at h st nave allow roat I t e fir k s s th , One low and he was own b , d ’ The second ro ue re d twice and miss d g fi , , ’ I sliced the villain s crown ; ’ Clove th ou h the re st and flo rave K at r g , gg d b e ,

ast fas to Salis ur town. F , t, b y

Pad ad the came on th le vel sward , p , y e , hu hud u on T d, t , p the sand ; ith a leamof swords an a rnin mt W g d bu g a ch ,

And a shaking of flag and hand. ’ But one lon bound and ass d the ate g , I p g ,

Safe fromthe mating band.

ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN .

1841

17 11: BALLAD or L'D As [ S CAR/0T y .

" Dr u the body of Juds s lscariot Lay in the Fie ld of Blood ! ” ‘ h a s the soul ot Judss lscariot

Beside the bodv Stood.

Black was i s. s mit b n ht y ig , An dblack was the Shit

12 BALLADS A D 3 N R OMANCES.

’ ' alf he w d and h f m H alk , al he se e d Lifte d on the cold wind

e did no turn for chill H t , y hands

We re pushing frombehind.

The first place that he came unto It was th n wold e ope , And unde rn ath we re rickl whins e p y ,

And a w ind that ble w so cold.

The ne x t place that he came unto I w s l t as a tagnant poo , And whe n he threw the body in I oat w t fl e d light as ool.

w He dre the body on his back , And it was dripping chill ; And the nex t place he came unto Was a Cross upon a hill

A ross u wind hill C pon the y , A d a r n Cross on e ithe side , h w T ree skele tons that s ing thereon, Who had been crucified

And on the middle cross -bar sat

whi l rin A te dove s umbe g, Dimit sa in th dimli ht t e g , With its head bene ath its wing ;

Arid unde rne ath the middle Cross

’ A rave wn d wide and t g ya vas , But the soul of Judas lscariot ’ hive r d and lide d ast S , g p .

The fourth place that he came unto It w as the Brig of Dre ad And the gre at torrents rushing down

ere d and swift and re d. W eep , , R BERT W LL AMS B CHAN N O I I U A .

He dare d not fling the body in For fear of face s dim And arms we re w ave d in the wild water

u it a t h To thr s t b ck o im.

’ Twas the soul of J udas lscariot ’ Turn d fromthe Brig of Dre ad And the dre adful foamof the wild water ’ Had splash d the body red.

’ For days and nights he wande r d on U pon an ope n plain And the da s we nt li e lindin mist y by k b g ,

And the nights like rushing rain.

’ For days and nights he wander d on All through the Wood of Woe ; And th ni t w li w e gh s ent by ke moaning ind,

And the days like drifting snow .

’ Twas the soul of Judas lscariot Came with a we ar face y , Alone alone and all alon , , e , Alone in a lonely place !

’ ’ He wander East he wande r d est d , W , And he ard no human sound

For months an rs in rie f and tears d yea , g , ’ He wander d round and round.

For months an ar n ri f d ars d ye s, i g e an te , ’ He walk d the sile nt night The n the soul of J udas lscariot

' - Perce ive d a far ofl light.

A far-off li ht c h w g a ross t e aste , As dimas dimmi ht be g , hat came and w e nt li e the li hthouse leam T , k g g

On a black night at se a. BAL AD A D L S N ROM ANCES .

’ Twas the soul of Judas lscariot ’ Crawl d to the dis tant gle am A d the rain came dow n and the wa n , rain s blown a Against himwith scre am.

’ or a s an ni hts he wan er n F d y d g d d o , ’ Push d on by hands behind; And the da s we nt li e lac lack rain y by k b k , b ,

And the nights like rushing wind.

’ was th soul of das l car ot T e Ju s i , tran an sa n S ge , d d, a d tall, Stood all alone at de ad of night

Be fore a lighte d ball.

w And the wold was hite with snow, And his foot-marks black and damp And the hos t of the silve mM oon a s g ro e , Hol l w ding her ye l o lamp .

And the icicle were on the eave s s , And the w alls we re de e p with white And the shadows of the gue sts within ’ Pass d w w i on the indo l ght.

The shadows of the we dding guests Did strange ly come and go And the body of J udas l scariot ’ La str c n y e t h d alo g the snow.

The body of J udas lscariot ’ Lay stre tch d along the snow ’ Tw as the soul of J udas ls cariot Ran s w f i tly to and fro.

To and fro a u d do , nd p an wn, He ran so s wiftl he e y t r , As round and round the froz e n Pole G id th th l w l e e ean hite be ar.

BALLADS AND RO M ANCES.

' was the w din uests cried out wi i T ed g g th n, And their e ye s we re fie rce and bright Scourge the soul of Judas lscariot ” Away into the night i

Th Bride roomstood in the o n d r e g pe oo , And he waved hands still and slow ; nd the third time that he wave d hi A s hands ,

The air was thick with snow.

f ve r ak of f w And o e y fl e alling sno , ’ Be fo t ch d the round re it ou g , he re ame a dove and a thousand dov T c , es

Made sweet sound.

’ Tw as the body of Judas l scariot loate d w full e e F a ay fl t, And the w ings of the doves that bare it of? li win in - We re ke its d g sheet.

’ was the Bride roomstood at the o en r T g p doo , ’ And be kon d smilin sw c , g ee t ; ’ Twas the soul of J udas l scariot

Stole in and fell at his feet.

T e H r s e ad wi n h oly Suppe is pr thi , A ndl i nd the many ca e s sh ne , And I have w aite d long for thee ’ ” Be fore I pour d the w ine 1

’ h ur a l s T e suppe r wine is po d t a t, The lights burn bright and fair ’ lscariot washe s the Bridegrooms feet An d dries themwith his hair. OHN PA YNE . 3 17

JOHN PAYNE.

1 843

MAY M AR GARE T.

0 swe et is the S rin in co ice and wold p g pp , And the bonny fre sh flowe rs are springing ar wal s in th n-wood May M garet k e me rry gre e , h To hear the blit e birds singing.

M a Mar are t wal s in the heart of the treen y g k , Under the gre en boughs straying ; And she hath se en the K ing of the Elves

Unde r the lindens playing.

0 wed thou wi me M a M ar are th , y g t ! All in the me rry gre en M ay-time And thou shalt dance all the moonlit ni ht g , And slee p on flowers in the day-time

0 K in of the Elve s ! it ma t b g y no e , For the sake of the folk that love me ma not be ue e n f th El I y Q o e fland gree n, ” For the fe ar of the he ave n above me I

’ 0 an thou wilt be the Elflan s u e n , d Q e , Thy robe shall be blue and golde n And thou shalt drink of the red re d wine In blue -bell chalices holde n !

0 K in of the E s i g lve l t may not be , My fathe r at home would miss me And if were f E I Quee n o the lfland green, ” My mother would ne ve r kiss me I

0 an thou wil E ’ n , t be the lflands Que e , Thy shoon shall be se a-gre e n se ndal Thy thre ad shall be silk as white as milk And snow-white silver thy spindle BALLADS AND ROMANCES.

He hath le d her by the lily-white hand I nto the hill-side palace And he hath give n her wine to drink - O ut of the blue be ll chalice .

Now se ven lon ears are over and n g y go e , Since the thorn be gan to blossom nd sh hath brou ht the Elf-Kin a A e g g son ,

And beare th it on he r bosom.

A oon ! a oon m us and the K in b b , y h b g ! For the sake of my babe I cry the e w w No ask hat thou wilt, May Margaret l ' ” The re s nothing I may de ny the e .

0 le t me o home for a ni ht and a da , g g y, To show my mothe r he r daughte r ; And fe tch riest to m onn we e abe a p y b y b , To sprinkle the holy wate r !

me o h for a ni ht a d a da 0, le t g ence g n y , To the little town by the rive r ! And w w to the me r n-wood e ill turn ry gree , ” And dw ell with the Elve s foreve r.

out of th Elfland are the one 0, e y g , he and a e to e the r Mot r b b g , And the y are come in the blithe Spring-time T h an of h l a o t e l d t e b owing he the r.

0 whe is m mothe r used o iss , re y I t k , ' And my father that oft care ss d me he oth lie cold in th hurch ard mo ld T y b e c y u , And h whi I ave no the r to re st me .

0 whe re is the dove tha u e d o love , t I s t , And the love r that use d to love me

T e n d h o e is de ad, and th e other is fle ; u s B t the he ave n i left above me .

z o BALLADS AND Rom ces 3 an .

’ i h tween th Saints and It s the n g t a e Souls ,

Whe n the bodile ss gang about.

’ i to th wa an Se t the cha rs back e , J e t ’ M ak re ady for quie t folk ! ’ ' Hae a things as cle an as a windin -she e t ; ’ The y comua ilka ook .

’ al on th oor ane The re s a sp e up e fl , J t ! ’ And the re s a rowan -berry i fir t Swe e p them nto the e , Jane ! ’ The y ll be welcome r than merry.

nc se t o en th door an t ! Sy p e , J e o e n for wha ens wha Wide p k , As co e o our b ane t ye m be n t y e d, J ! ’ Set it ope n to the wa

’ e chai ac to wa She set th rs b k the , ’ But one made 0 the birk h swe e it the oor le ft ac s ale S e p fl , that p ’ A lang s pale o the aik.

The ni ht was l w and e stars sa sti g o n th t ll, ’ A glintin down the sky ; ’ And the souls cre t out 0 the ir mould rav p y g es , ’ ’ A dank wi lying by.

’ he had se t th S e door wide to the wa , And blow n the pe ats ros y re d ; The were shoonless f e t u n y e gae d o t and i ,

N or clampit as the y gaed.

’ he n midni ht cam the mothe r W g , rose , She w ould gae see and he ar ; ’ ’ ' Back she cam wi a glowe rin face ’ ’ And loo w v g min i ery fear. EORGE MACD NALD 2 G O . 3 1

’ ’ ’ The re s ane o the msittin afore the fire ! Jane t ! gang na to se e le ft a chai af r he fire Ye r o e t , r d ha Whe e I taul ye nae c ir should be .

’ ane t she smile d in her mothe r a J , s f ce ’ She had burn d the rowan red

’ And she d le ft ane ath the birken chair a - The spale fr e a coffin lid.

he rose and she aed utt the h u S g b o se , ’ Aye ste ekin door by door ; Three hours gae d by or he r mothe r heard

He r foot upon the floor.

u wh n the re coc c e w she he ard B t e g y k r , ’ The sound 0 shoonle ss fe e t ; hen the re d coc crew she he ard the d or W k , o , ’ And a sough 0 wind and we et .

’ ’ nd an t am w i a wa A J e c back n face , But never a w ord said she

N0 man ev e a r voice u e r h rd he loot o t , ’ It camlike frae owre the se a.

And no man e ve r h ar h r au e d e l gh, Nor ye t say Alas or Wae ’ But a smile a e limmer d on e r wan fa y g h ce ,

Like the moonlight on the sea.

’ nd il a ni ht twe n he Saints and the Souls A k g e t , Wide open she se t the door ; nd sh mnde d and h le ft a air A e e the fire , s e e ch , d An that spale upon the floor.

And a midni h h a d he hous t g t s e g e butt t e , ’ Aye ste ekin door and door ’ he n the re d coc cre w she camben the house W k , ,

Aye warmer than afore . - IV. ar BALLAD S AND 3 2 2 R OMANCES.

a n r her face and sw e e te r he r smile W n e , , ’ Till the se ve nth All-Souls e ve mo he she he a d the shoonless fee t He r t r r , ’ ” h s comin elie v . Said S e g, I b e

’ amna be n and her mother la But she c y, ’ For fe ar she couldna stan

ose and down she ae d But up she r g , ra Whe n the gowde n cock had c wn .

n the chair A d J ane t sat upon , ’ Whit e as the day did daw He r smile was the sun-glint le ft on the se a

When the sun has gone awa.

WILLIAM BELL SCOTT.

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GLEN K I ND I E .

About Glenkindie and his man A false ballant hath long bee n writ me oo less loon had w ritte n it So b t , U pon a bootless plan But have found the t ue at last I r , And he e it is so hold it fast r , ’ Tw as made by a kind damose l Who l v hi a i h o e d m nd his man r g t well.

Glenkindie e st of har e rs came , b p , U nbidde n to our town And he w as sad an sad to se , d e , For v ha w n w lo e d or himdo n.

It w as the love as all men n w , k o , The lov hat ou ht himdown e t br g , ’ The ho e le ss love for the K in s dau h r p g g te , ’ The dove that he ir d a crown .

A D AN 324 B LLA S D ROMANCES.

r he e an I almost grat e e b g ,

The y we re so sad to se e .

e ve r first stro e he strac that da Th y k k y , We all came crowding near ; And the se cond stro e he strac that da k k y ,

W e all w ere smit with fe ar.

e thi stro e that he strac that da Th rd k k y , Full fain we w e re to cry ; The fourth stro e that he strac that k k day,

We thought that we would die .

n ca w swe e t t w No to gue n tell ho i as , H w r an w ne ar o fa , d ye t ho

W e saw the saints in Paradise , airnie ir And b s on the bier.

And our swe e t Dame saw he r good lord She told me privilie h w mas sh saw himlas S e sa hi e t, shi u on h a On his p p t e se .

Anon aid his littl har he l e p by, He shut his wondrous e yes ; We stood a lon time li e dum thin g k b gs , o m su is St od in a du b rpr e .

hen all at once w e le ft that tranc T e , And shouted whe re w e stood; ’ ’ ’ We clasp d e ach othe r s hands and vow d w We ould be w ise and good.

Soon he rose u a Raf t o p nd e rose o , He drank w ine and broke bre ad ’ He clas d hands with our r mlin Dame p t e b g , But ne ve r a word he said; he w ent —Alac and lac - -d T y , k k a ay ! he w T y went the ay the y came . W A I LLI M BELL SCOTT. 32 5

’ follow d themall down h I t e floor, And 0 but I had drouth To touch his chee to touch his hand k , , ’ To kiss Rafe s velve t mouth

w But I kne such was not for me . The y w e nt straight fromthe door ; We saw the mfade within the mist , And n v w m r e e r sa the mo e .

32 8 NOTES.

ora ansmissions ha came wi hin the sco e of he i esea ch associat l tr t t t p t r r r . ing ( as Robe rt Chambe rs says of his own proce dure ) the be st stanz as " and the e s ine s na e ve n the be s w o ds of the va ious co ies e x an b t l . y , t r r p t t some of the mi n no fe we r than six diffe re nt forms making as free with the te x ts be fore the mas if the ballads had be e n of the ir o wn writ

f n not he s i a in t se he i own as ancie n o i ina s . ing. and o te t t g o in rt t r t r g l A an Ramsa sa s P ofe sso A toun ne ve fe an h e si a ion in ll y . y r r y , r lt y t t a e in e ouchin and addin Bu ns did as e as ed himwi h the lt r g. r t g. g r pl t ' ' - ancie nt songs he contri bute d to j ohnson s Scots Ill us ical Al as ease ; even ' ir Wa e s llh n str els is not authe n ic hou h it ma be ha the al ads S lt r y t . t g y t t b l " have aine d b his e a me n amie son ut in man s anz a sa s g y tr t t j p y t , y ' All ingham and He rd s is an indiscriminate gathe ring no authorities ' gi ve n of Pinke rton s Tr agic B allads Ritson de clare s that s yste matic ! e vade s the who e Buchan a mos darin fo e sa s forgery p r l ; . t g rg r. y ce has sca ce an hin to be ed as e nuine Professo Dy . r ly yt g trust g r Child has no confide nce in the souve nirs of Allan Cunningham; and most industrious and sce ptical Robe rt Chambe rs owns to altering for the sa e of com e in the na a ive in a consis en mann Our k pl t g rr t t t e r. one valuab e e di io n is ha in e i h vo ume s Bos on 1 86 b P ofessor l t t t g t l ( t , 4) y r F ancis ame s Chi d and he had to bui d wi h the sca e e d ic s and r J l , l t tt r br k hin h w main h h his wi is e ach . I as in 86 he n rubble t r t only 1 7 . t ly t roug e sis e n u in ha the famous Folio M anuscr i t was ut in in p r t t rg g, t t p p pr t, e di e d b M e ss s Ha e s and Furn ival and we cou d se e at e as some t y r . l ; l l t ve i a e e mains or uins of old ime r t bl r , r , t . But the Falto i e i i e e and of n n f h ads ts lf s by an ill t rat write r. o e o t e ball . he e or e se whe e can we ob ain an hin e e han a ve dou fu t r l r , t yt g b tt r t ry bt l e x In the e se se e c ion the rinci e ado ed has e e n as far as t t. pr nt l t p pl pt b possible to choose a single l ike lie st ve rsion rathe r than to make p atchwork fromvarious e ditings ; and the spe lling ( ve ry care le ss in all the origin als has e e n co e c e d and mode n iz e d e x ce in dou fu words or b rr t r . pt bt l . whe e h me or h hmor ia e c ic flavou fo ade an a e a i on r r y r yt d l t r rb lt r t .

' TH A 'mE R ma F omS ll‘ W a e Sco s M instr eb o a: OM S m a. r lt r tt y f ottislz B order Giv m oma co o aine d froma lad cor S c . e n b hi f y r py bt y, ‘ r c e d and e n a e ano he Thomas the Rh me or Thomas e t l rg d by t r M S . y r. of E ci doun is the S co ish M e in whose o he cie s su osed to have r l . tt rl , pr p , pp n e a ne d b hi ai - and w e e house ho d wo s h hou be e l r y mi n F ry l . r l rd t roug t d i dou is the name of a hi ne a M Scotlan . E ldon (or Ercil n) ll r e lrose.

' P N Sco instr els K emion is Chamion Th s a K EM I O . tt s M y . p p . ere i ad e s e i me The cha ac e is ic incid f the Danish ball s nt ally the sa . r t r t e nt o a maide n ansf md in some ind of mons e and on to be story ( tr or e to k t r, ly T 2 N O ES . 3 9

d to her o e sha e b the iss of a ni h is sa ofe sso re store pr p r p y k k g t) . ys Pr r Chi d as common in the o u a c ion of the N o h as S co asse s it l , p p l r fi t rt tt rt ” i val ous o mre the O o i of We s -me e - a to be n chi mance . Est e s e nd r r , pp t t r l , s e e ms to oca e the s o to the oc coas of N rthumbe rland l t t ry r ky t o .

TH E B Y AN D TH E M A E F omthe Pe rc olio o mi in som O NTL . r y F tt g e a e stanz as de sc ibin fu he e s s of chas i b me ans of a nife and l t r , r g rt r t t t ty y k - a d inkin horn which have a oo of addi ions to the s o . r g , l k t t ry

' R H R E m e e c olio e fix K I A D A H . F o th P Pr e d to h NG T U S T r r y F . t e ba ad in our e x the F olio has nine -six ine s in which A hu i h ll t t ty l , rt r, n is o wn e rson e coun s his fo me a e s and fo owin our e x are o p , r t r r b ttl ; ll g t t the r an in wha e came of the Du e N e ithe e x n r a s t z as te ll g t b k . r pr fi o ppe ndix a e a s o fai e on to the De a h of A hu pp r t rly b l g t rt r.

K I ESTH E RE . Give n b Pe c in the Reli ues f omtwo co ies NG y r y q r p , ” o ne of he min the F olio but which containe d ve e a va ia ions t , ry gr t r t . N e i he co e x is s and Pe c own s to h avin o n u ha in th l t r py t . r y g t r p t t e Fo io. The re is no knowing the re fore how much of the prese nt ve rsion may be his own. In the e i hth s anz a he in s g t , pr t

Thus the re nisht themto ryde

Of twoe good re nisht steeds, and a later stanz a has

And thus they renisht themto ryde ” On tow good re nish s tee de s.

m Ta in in o accoun his manife in So li e a i . s ca aci for s e in t r t k g t t t t p ty p ll g, ’ n the bse nce Of an e x a on Of th and i a y plan ti e word renisht.f urn is/cd may s be a owe d as a os i e e adin pe rhap ll p s bl r g.

I m F olio i vi A L NE F o the Pe c . I s o h n in f S ta C W . r r y t w rt gi g the rag me n ar s a e in which it he e a e a s if on to how the condi i n t y t t t r pp r , ly S t o in which man of our old a ads have come in o the hands of e di o G e a y b ll t t rs. r t mus have e e n the e m a ion to e s o e if not to ame nd ! In the s t b t pt t r t r , fir t ' edition Of Pe rcy s R eliques the tw o hundre d and one line s are incre as e d t h e e hund e d and nine -two wi h a a ic and se n ime n a e ndin o t r r ty , t tr g t t l g. Failing to find the me aning of sw i r e (ne ck ) Percy inve nte d a squire (a v r he Gian He has omi e d the a v dwarf) to carry the fi e he ads fo t t. tt d e n t o n on m e i Ve o a i d e s ot e to it. For e ans et ture with th l on. ry pr b bly b l g y , in the line

For some de eds of arms fain would I do. 330 NOTES.

' Ch is his s la or la - and means the earth be we e n hel and r t (Christ ) y. y l , , t l heave n.

' He breught himofl his hand

Tha e han t is . h cut off his d.

' ’ Tm: Eas M an DA T omBuchan t allad: t. or s UGII E E. Fr s Ancien B an un f r cu S imila sto ies are found hrou hou the like ly place o ac racy. r r t g t No th and se whe re ur e x t o ws m co rec ions b A in ham r e l . O t f llo so e r t y ll g ; and omi s m unn e ssa d e vide n s u ious s anz as t so e ec ry an tly p r t .

S I R LDI NGAR F mth Pe c F olio. The s o in its essentiak A . ro e r y t ry . sa s Chi d is found a so in D e nma Ice and and the Fa oe Islands and y l . l rk. l , r has fu nishe d th the me f r v i omance s and a di I ikewise r e o ar ous r tr ge es. t l occu s in conne c ion wi h his o ica e sona es not onl in En and but r t t t r l p r g , y gl . i m I a d ai a so n Ge an F ance an S n. l r y. r , t ly . p The on va iations fro mth F olio in our e x he e or e se where ex ce t ly r e t t , r l ( p s pe lling and the o mission of plainly re dundant words ) are marked in

a e n U n e ss so mar e d the co ie d ex t is s ict adh ed to. p r the sis. l k p t tr ly er ' Pe c s ve sio i R e i ues n w r y r n n the l q is correcte d and smoo the d. and has e incide n s b the ood isho himse f The mainde of the line e in t y g b p l . re r b g nin it/r a M n had e e n o n u of the Folio manusc i g W b t r o t r pt.

m l C H I MA RI E. F o the Pe c F o io P ofe sso Chi d i ion LD U C r r y . r r l (ed t " 1 86 ive s it as Gil M o ice as it s ands in the Reli ues but de es 4) g rr , t q ; grad to the ma in we ve s anz as as undoub e dl s u ious Ev rg t l t t y p r . e n so s in e d the ve s ion has man s anz as not in the Folio f omwhich i t t , r y t , r t e lse ” varie s conside a . M o he we l ive s a hi d ve sion as Chi d N or c r bly t r l g t r r l y e . Cirild me an s sim a ou hfu ni h a wo d answe in to th ply y t l k g t , r r g e French mois a da e at.

GLASGERI O N F omthe Pe c Folio not ma e ia al . r r y t r lly tere d in the Re i s m s l ue . The e is a S co ish infe io ve sion of the sa e o unde q r tt r r r t ry , r - the ti e of Gle nkindie . The it e e n nife is the da e s tuc tl l tl p k gg r. k in the a e ca ie d for he i o e c ion b wome n dancin i ls in e g rt r, rr t r pr t t , y . g g r th Eas and o he s t. t r .

' TAM LAN E Profe sso Chi d s ve sion of his diffe s wide fromtha in . r l r t r ly t ' c ins els Chi d a s i se s addi iona s anz as f omo ve r S ott s M tr y . l l o n rt t l t r the r s ions In the abse nce of an au hori a ive e x t the on ossi e re a . y t t t t , ly p bl t t me n e e ms o e e s r e s o and v t s t be to ke p what is ne c sary fo th t ry . le a e out appare nt mode rniz ations .

33 2 NOTES.

K in He n e s in ha too . i nd wage r be twee n two knights . g ry figur t t Tle fie v d h d h dought th y is the de il coul t e y o aug t.

I W I I E F omS co who has con e c u al e mendations K NM O NT LL . r tt . j t r and give s the following note incide nts o which his ad are fo nde d occu 1 6 The n t ball u rre d in 59 . The he o was W il iamA ms on o f K inmont and his ca u e was in r l r tr g , p t r

v f u he x is i The fause Sak lde Mr. ope n iolation o a tr ce t n e t ng. e was S e d o o C as e Cum e and the de u of the En h War alk l f C rby tl ( b rl ) . p ty glis Th main incide n s of the al ad a ee wi the de n Lo d S croo e . e . r p t b l gr th c un Of the aid The nume of the me n at the dis sa of historical ac o t r . b r po l W de n is wi a a i e nde s a the S co ish a h don e d u e d. It was two tt r , t p r bl pr , r t t hund ed me n and not hi t S co s and te n ha ut a ho usand in sic a r , t r y t . t t p t ’ ' s e e And it w as on in the mins e s humo ous ve se ha S al e d fe t r. ly tr l r r t t k l ll ’ ’ ’ a vi mto Dic i D r ho s w a ue e n E iz abe h w as i di cti k e o y pe ant 0 le r. Q l t n g nan at the bo d and succe ssfu e x i and Bucc e uch was se n t l l plo t . l nt to E g and as a hos a e and acco din to fami aditions es e n e d to the l t g , , r g ly tr , pr t ue e n who de mande d Of himhow he da e d to unde a e an e n e ise Q , r rt k t rpr ‘ so de spe rate and pre sumptuous What is it answ e re d the uh ’ daun e d chie f ain ha a man da e s not do ? E iz a e th u ned to a t t . t t r l b t r lord in w aiting W ith te n thousand such me n our brothe r of S cotland E ’ might shake the firme st throne in urope . ’ The hate able or D e bate able Land w as the borde r land in dispute be and and co and ha d e me dd e WI m tw e e n Engl S tl . O w ar l e is the name of an old tune .

TE A ain f omS co . An ancie n Bo de a ad is JAMI E LFE R. g r tt t r r b ll al he ca s it : oba Of the s ix e e n h ce n u and a fai de s c i ion l ll pr bly t t t ry , r r pt d wi h t ais n f th c a of the usual forays frome ithe r si e . t he r i g o e ountry for ’ - e scue The Dodhe ad is in S e i shi e . Wattie o the Wad s urs is r . lk rk r p attie M ad-s u s Walter or W p r .

’ TII E BOR DE R Wmow s LAME NT may w e ll follow the foray and the ” f a This f a me n not insufficie n in i se f O ai ne d b S ir Wal er r y. r g t , t t l , bt y t f om e ci a ion is said to e fe to the e x e cu ion Of a no e d Bo e r r t t , r r t t rde r fre oo e who was han e d ove the a e of his own cas e b am the b t r, g r g t tl y J e s Fif h t .

’ R m e B o der TII E B O II E C O WD EN E OWE S . F o th r M ins treh OOM T N r y, No inco e c c f l th c un manne de a ain. i u e o o d N o o s u g rr t p t r r try r , with a r d of Bu h e to ma e en Lor rg l y k am ds. TE N O S . 333

C E R SA DER . A a en ve ancie n sa s Sco . F om L K UN S pp r tly ry t . y tt r i v ma sho and mo e im e c co a M S . w h se e al co e c ions f o e fe , t r rr t r rt r r p r t py ; and one or two con e c u a e me nda ions . Chi d adds h e e s anz as j t r l t l t r t . mM o he we a a e n no anci n Th clinkin ell f o t e . e h is us e d b r t r ll , pp r tly t g y the c ie assin h ou h a nei h ou hood o announce a de a h an r r. p g t r g g b r t t d the u time Of b rial .

RI H R Ye t ano he f omthe B orde r M instrels e ha EARL C A D. t r r y p r ps the mos us wo h of our au ho itie s a be i S co i e Pe c on i h t tr t rt y t r . l t tt l k r y ( ly w t e tas e and mo e oe ic owe cou d ashion his o se ma e ia and be tt r t r p t p r) l f l o t r ls . me hin o t Of h a a hi h d m mak a e o u e s T s e se e c e f o two M SS . mk s t g r y . l t r . ivia a a i f ad m hail ee i ing some tr l lter t ons romtradition . W y f s be t m who e wa e The candle ha u n d i h a e h - i . s e r t e co se h s y l g . t t b r br g t . rp l g t , su se d to ise o ve a d owne d e son ppo r r r p r . hi d ive s h e e addi iona but imma e ia s anz as of dia o ue w C l g t r t l . t r l , t l g ith the p opinjay.

A Give n b P ofe sso Chi d as th THE D OUGLAS TR GE DY . y r r l e ne are s t vers ion to the D anish o i ina . Ano he a so be a in its D anish o i n r g l t r, l tr y g r gi —! ’ The Brave Earl Brand is printe d in Robert Be ll s B allads of the o n lan The e is a so a co e s ondi n c d v F eas an h y f E g d. r l rr p g S an ina ian bal ad Ribo d and Gu dbo . M o e han hi ve sions are f und a l l l rg r t t rty r o . s ys

Chi d in the diffe e n N o the n an ua e s. It has be e n ca e d the l , r t r r l g g ll Douglas Trage dy froma supposition that it re ferre d to the family Of Do as and S ir W a e S co oin s out f o m o u a adi ion e ve ugl ; lt r tt p t . r p p l r tr t . n M r Chi d how e ve e ma s ha it is as o a the o a e oca i . . pr b bl l l ty l , r , r rk t t pr b bly and su e asce aine d in D e nma and as amie son obse ve s o u r ly rt rk , J r . p p

lar e s s n b ain oca i . Loch as onounce d in S co and is fai tal oo o t l l ty , pr tl , r m f r r ou h sounding rhy e o g .

I A I E F L HRO AN F om amie son who ive s it ve a FA R NN O OC Y . r J . g rb oma no ibe wha e ve a e n wi h the e x on s anz as timfr l rty t r t k t t t , ly t mme mo Ano h nd sai s f o . e as and 2 3 (the taking down of the mast a l ) r ry t r. and mo e comosi e ve sion is ive n b S co . r p t , r g y tt

i e is a misnome : the ni h havin no THE C RUE L K N I GHT . The t tl r k g t g cruel in e n but ac in has i on the su osi ion ha his wife had be t t , t g t ly pp t t t u c of th ba ad ma be ancie n but the lan traye d him. The s bstan e e ll y t ; d P on guage savours of He rd an inkert .

’ B RD E E or BRI E E E . The ve sion in Chi d s En lish and U LL N , D LL N r l g ’ Sco s 1 hi d a es it f om amie son omit in amieson s ttish B allad . 864. C l t k r J . t gJ 334 NOTES. in o and three concludin stanz as which wron l ive a ra ic te rpolati ns g , g y g t g ending.

’ ’ The bal ad said B O OK 0 GORDON : or rathe r ADAM O GO RDON. l is

f d d n ac ua a ed in 1 1 . Th e e a ac o was to have be e n oun e on a t l tr g y. 57 r l t r iv n t ba one C aptain C arr (whose name is so me time s g e o the llad) or K err. unde d s of AdamGo don b o he of the M a uis of Hun e ueen r or e r r . r t r rq tl y . Q ' M a s ie u e nan in the N o th of S o and It se e ms to have e e n rs ry L t t r c tl . b fi t in e d at G as ow in 1 The e are se ve a ve sions es ide s his In pr t l g , 77 5. r r l r b t . " his Ancient B allads Ri son ives his as Ca ain Car an En ish , t g t pt . gl a ad b ll .

’ ’ TH E TWA BROTHE RS calle d also the WOOD o WARSLI N (wre stling). ' ! om mie son s P o ular B allads a n down from eci a io hi d F a e n. C r J p . t k r t t l e fe s to c un e a s in S e dish and Finnish r r o t rp rt w .

' E AR Pe c s Reli ues f oma manusc i co —the s e in DW D. r y q , r r pt py p ll g mi n e s e cia anti ua e d. M o he w ive s a v iation or i a io of it p lly q t t r e ll g ar t t , " w e f D vie ith th title o S on a .

’ I m c in e s TH TW C R E . F o S o s M str l E A O B S r tt y .

A E N mM elisma ta 6 h THE THREE R V s. F o 1 1 1 t e hi d of a of r , . t r se ries

P e asan Rounde a s e tc. ub ishe d b Thomas Rave nsc f he l t l y , , p l y ro t. T wo ds and music sa s Cha e ar as e a as the ime f e r . y pp ll . e rly t o H e nry th Ei h h The u he n is e e a e d wi h e ve two ine s of the so n g t . b rt r p t t ry l g.

" AN D THE A To be sun to the une of D K I NG JOH N BBOT . g t e rry " do n . Pe c in in it in the R eli ues conside s it to have e en a w r y , pr t g q , r b o h i O ame s the Fi s f oma muc e mode rniz e d ve rsion ( f t e t me f J r t) . r h old r

a ad of which he e was a co in the F olio M S . too co u to be b ll , t r py , rr p t in e d but affo din himine s wo h e vivin which wi be found ia pr t . r g l rt r g, ll " e t e d in the e nsuin s anz as s t g t .

I m h c olio M r Hal - THE HEI R F L E F o t e Pe F . . e s cc e di o O NN . r r y . t r m f hi a ad ha i ues w i h M r. Furnival of the Folio e a s o s b n the R eli t , r rk t ll t t q e it was polishe d tIll he (Pe rcy) could se e his own face in it. Two oth r ' A God s he ve rsions have be e n printe d by the Pe rcy S ocie ty . penny was t mne aid o th s nch a ai In at th ei In e a ne s o n e o to c i a n. e s r is r t y p p t l b rg p , at the hole for spe iring (inquiring) before ope ning the door.

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case s he in to e s a ish the he oic m h and e a iz e the he Robin lp g t bl r yt r l ro. ’ Hood is the imp e rsonation of the English p e ople s p ro te s t against the fo e s aws of the N o man in s Round his ide a da in f i un r t l r k g . t l rl g o h s co tr me n has rown a mass of ba ad i e a u e e x o in hi y g ll l t r t r . t ll g s prowess and his e ne osi na a in his e x oi s his e as an o ue ie s his hair g r ty , rr t g pl t . pl t r g r , e ad h e sca e s and in his e son e x e ssin the h v br t p . p r pr g ot e rwise un e ntured e x n of o u a f e in f th i Th e r f a pre ssio p p l r e l gs o e t me . es ballads a e all o ve simi a cha ac e and for oe ic u ose s a fe s cim a ry l r r t r, p t p rp w p e e ns my suffi ce .

R I H AN D THE BI H R I H AN D A - - ALE OB N OOD S OP . OB N OOD LLAN A D . ’ R I H O O GO E PRIZE . The se h e e a ads are as OB N D S LD N t r b ll . so far an ua e and s e ma be a en as e vide nce of much a e da e han l g g tyl y t k , l t r t t the pre ce ding one : P ha bus in his pr ime and the fi nihi n las s are hardly e n a e ma mode niz a i n of anci ine . The howe ve be o s or vu a iz a t l g y y , r. r t lg r ions of o de fo ms The are e nou h to how the na u e of h ho e t l r r . y g S t r t e w l se ie s and to e x hibi the cha ac e is ics of Ro in H ood an d his me r , t r t r t b rry m e n.

’ THE S A I H LADv s L E A a ad of the E iz a han P N S OV . b ll l be t days . re printe d by the Pe rcy S ocie ty fromthe Gar land of Good Will Vari u e sons c nce n in the ar ai ain unde o s p r o r e d w ag ns t S p . r Lord Esse x in his e x e di ion to Cadiz or in o he a ac s u on the S anish coas have p t . t r tt k p p t , e e n con d n acc e di d e In o e b fi e tly r te as the h ro of the story . n family the e we s of he S anish d are e a h i oo j l t p La y y t e rl m.

’ THE BAI LI EE S DAUGHTE R or ISLI NGTON is found among black-le tter ' oad-she e s in the Pe s co e c ion H e e co e d f o br t py ll t . r p i r mAllinghams B F BA A OOK O LL DS.

E -W A E I R E The L e -W a A L D . e is th a e r YK K G yk k e w k .o watch of the c e Thi di e is one sun on such occasions in the orps . s rg g N orth of Eng

and so a e as the e innin of the se ve n e e n h ce n u . Tw l , l t b g g t t t ry o s tanz as

o a of the B i of D e ad have be e n os . The B i or Bri pr b bly , r g r , l t r g. dge . of D e ad not un i e the az o e d e of as sa e in M ahome dan e ie f is de r . l k r r g p g , b l , sc ibe d in an old e e nd S ir Dw ain uo e d b Sir W a r l g , , q t y lte r S cott,

M ins trels o the S cottish B order e di ion 1 802 vol i. . 2 2 8 y f , t , . . p .

The bri was a hi h as g s g a tower, as And sharp as a raz or, And narro w it was also NOTES . 337

And the water that there ran under

’ Burn d of i htnin an d of thunder l g g ,

Whoso fa e th off the bri adown ll g ,

Of himis no re demptibn,

Neither more nor less.

’ Buchanan s Ba ad of udas lsca io in the e sen vo ume S ee also ll J r t pr t l , P 3 13 Sle et a misuse d for salt sa aid in a a e at the fe e of the is prob bly , lt l pl tt r t o c rpse .

’ THE K I r H ARY . Out of Gowe s Con essio Antantis H NG o UNG r f . JO N ” G ER mo a Gowe so ca e d b his con e mo a ie s for the didac OW . r l r, ll y t p r r tic na u e of his wo s was obab bo n a ou 1 0 some te n e a s r t r rk . pr ly r b t 33 . y r o f e h uce H e is he au ho of h e e on o m on n so be or C a r. t t r t r l g p e s : e i Fre nch now os a se cond in La in a occasione d b the insurre c ( l t) , t (p rtly y ' tion of W at T e a hi d in En ish The Lover s Con ession onfe ssio yl r) . t r gl , f (C Amau is w i e n e we e n 1 8 an d 1 in which the Love confe sses t ) , r tt b t 3 5 393 , r v e tc and he onf s v min n his sins of ide e n . t C e so i es hi e u the pr , y . , r g r t r e of he ove rs The K in o H un ar is the s o of ov e x p e rie nc s o t r l . g f g y t ry e r m i n sur ue drie n hi w e in ide or e su o . I s e a da s e n g pr , pr pt ( q ) rly y Gowe r o e also a nume of F e nch al ads or sonne s in s anz as of se v wr t b r r b l . t , t e n

d i h ine s wi h ef ains. O ur e x una e e d e x ce in s e in an e g t l , t r r t t . lt r . pt p ll g and ds in a e n hesis is a fai sam e of his mo e se io i the few wor p r t , r pl r r us wr ting.

h unf min h m E B I S ARK . B t e D e e sc oo as e R E TH LU DY y r l l t r. OB RT ' Chauce s a es and i h e s scho a whose Rob n an H ENRYSON . r pt t br g t t l r , y d

ah ne is our ea ie s En ish asto a . The Bluid S ar h or shi s o M y rl t gl p r l y ( rt) , t ry e n f mthe Gesta Romanorwn he mo r m is a o . T al o and moral also . t k r r or ali is se t fo h in h e e s anz as of e i h ine s e ach —the in e x aine d ty rt t r t g t l , k g pl ’ o be ! li e the T ini the Lad God s dau h e dea the Gian t k r ty, y g t r r, t " f t d H n m Lucife e tc. whe e o e we are e x ho e d o a e he e . e d en r , ; r r rt t k ! will ye not hark

B A I R The fu i e of his b M I HAE THE ALL D OF AG NCOU T . ll t tl t . y C L RA firs in e d in 1 60 is To the Cambro-B r itons andthe ir Har e D YTON . t pr t 5, p , - ' ' ad o inconr t B a on s B arons War s ma be fo o e n h hi s B all n . r yt y rg tt . is al istles no on e in e e s us his e a wo the P ol olbion H eroic Ep l g r t r t ; gr t rk , y . for all its pas toral be auty and the love of English landscape the re dis and de s i e the aise of D ummond and of Lam ma now playe d. p t pr r b . y be lit le re ad but his the mos e fe c and a io ic of En ish al ads t ; t , t p r t p tr t gl b l , ’ n n be os si h of and is of i se f suflicient to es a lish the oe ca ot l t g t , t l t b p t s — IV. aa 338 NOTES.

fame e f 16 1 are ive n i the . Some corrections mad in the e dition o 9 g n d The a e co te x t ; but in two line s the 1605 copy has be e n pre fe rre . l t r py has in th z . e se cond stan a

’ With those that s topp d his way, and in the twelfth Down the French host did ding.

THE RI ME OF THE ANCI E NT M ARI N ER was firs t printe d by COLE ’ RI E wi h W w h s L r ical B allads in 1 8 : the mar ina no es DG t ords ort y , 79 g l t not he e iv n De uince a s ha the e mof the s or is con ained t r g e . Q y s y t t g r t y t mnavi a o e in a passage fromone of the voyage s of the circu g t r She lvock . who re late s the shooting of an albatross that had long follow e d the ship w c d a inuance of bad we a he o e and as supposed to have ause cont t r. C l id e ma a so hav ad in his mind the vo a e s of S ir ohn H aw ins r g y l e h y g J k , the s s ave-de a e and in e nde d in the doomof the Ancie n M a ine fir t l l r ; t . t r r, ma S e ve a s anz as we re to conde mn by implication the gre ate r inhu nity. r l t o mi e d it wou d e e mb C o e id e ims f f om a e e di ions of the tt . l s y l r g h e l . r l t r t m Two ma e in a e n i o d in our e x th e oe . d he s s are es e e la p [ rk p r t ] r t r t t, t r n e ui d o he na a ive o e r q re f r t rr t .

LA A I A f hi ne f th ms of W o ds h n . O s o o e s a e ies oe wo o OD M t . t t l t p r rt , m ne e o TH T E b K EA no e se e s de d nor f E EVE OF S . A nor of t ; GN S , y TS ; TH E HA A R A b LA R nor of ARRAR b LE I M D Y D . y NDO ; J . y GH H UNT. S ome wonde ma howe ve be e x e ss e d tha such e fe c wo r y, r, pr t p r t rk as that ' f Lando u e ne a i a i o r s sho ld be so g r lly d sregarde d. th t h s name is scarcely se e n in our an ho i t log es.

' TH E BATTLE or NASE BY will be found in M ACAULAY S S ongs qf the Civil War It is here give n be cause perhaps le ss known than his B attle o Joe and of e ua me i or his La s o Ancient Rome His f y ( q l r t) . y f . re putation as historian and e ssayist has some what hinde re d his re cogni ion as a oe of no me an a i i t p t , b l ty.

TH E DREAM E E E ARA is one of the e a ie oems f OF UG N M rl r p o HOOD, e fo e the wo d ne w he was e a e oe han humou is Eu ne b r rl k gr t r p t t r t. ge A am o n in 1 0 an ushe in the G amma S choo at L nn r , b r 7 4, r r r l y . a man of e a scho as ic a ainme n s was han e d in 1 at K na e s o u for gr t l t tt t , g 759 , r b ro gh, the murde of one D ie C a e 9. shoe ma e of ha r an l l rk . k r t t place . thirteen e a s efo e y r b r .

THE S I E R This u es a ad b TE Y a e d Poem ST S . p r t b ll y NN SON pp are in chie L fly y rical, in 1832 .

N 340 OTES.

wn s er to of Baltimore . in South Mun t . Ireland. and carried the inbah itants in v i i a Dun a van fishe man wh to sla e ry. The r p lot . g r r . omthe y had d u f din h m T i a sea was han e d or so ai e . H MA NE p cke p t . g g t O S OSBOR ' DA I was o - di o with M cGe e and Dufl of the I ish N and V S fell w e t r y r ation. chief of the lyrical and ballad poe ts who sought to e s tablish an Irish ' ’ nne e a national party during O co ll s lat r ye rs.

THE HE A CAR A H b FER of ALI NG or CON LL N C . y GUSON . the author - m he For i n o the Anchor ish the we ll known poe . T g g f . repe ats an Old Ir side s Cow irl an e ic oe m Fe us n has u ished a le gend. Be g . p p rg o p bl m La : o the Western Gael vol colle ction of poe s. y f and (1 880) a u of al ads and ics wi h a drama ic oe mD eirdr e an isode of me b l lyr . t t p . . e p I s He e s e cia no a e as a ranslato ri h romance . is p lly t bl t r fromthe early I i r sh.

S I ER HE E : F omthe la e s e di ion Pom h Dante Gabriel ST L N r t t t , y R ossetti 1 881 in hich th e mis consid ra r . . w e po e bly al te re d fromthe earlie

issue.

THE HAYSTAcx I N THE FLOODS give s a fair presentment of the nar re ive owers of the au ho of am: and The Earth Paradis t p t r y ly e.

’ R A AREI A e ce n w i in of the au h f C smo de J S. r t r t g t or o o M edici . ap e a in wi h o he oe ms in a ne w e di ion f h in 1 8 p r g t t r p t o t at 75.

THE FAI RIE s O R THE CA Low F mBallad: and o LDON . ro ther P oem. 1 8 fi rs wo s of the ua e oe e ss a e a e d wi h th e her 47 . The t rk Q k r p t pp r t os of hus and Wil iamHowi in the F orest M instrel 1 82 and th D esola b , l tt. . 3 ; e m 8 tion o a and o he oe s 1 2 . ven emtation s 8 0 f Ey m. t r p . 7 The Se T p . in 1 3 . h She is nown r was e r own work. k also for he novels and tales and for he r ans a ions fromF e de i a B e me and Hans d se tr l t r r k r r An e r n.

THE H I H TI E O N THE C A OE LI N LNsH E G D O ST CO I R . A high tide .

nea Bos on which ha ene d in 1 1 . r t , pp 57

' I H RAVELST N ma m K E or O . Fro o i e d N s e i T p e ent tl 7 k ptsal Ev . n ' Dobe ll s Eaglaad in the Time of War the song supposed to be sung by i n u i e a g rl o her n pt al e v .

’ E R s ES F omH s TH CAVALIE CAPE. r i torical and Legendary Ballads

and Songs . 1876. N OTES . 341 I

’ THE BALLAD Is m Buchanan s Poetical or JUDAS cARI OT. Fro ts i n f 1 8 War . e dit o o 74.

MA MAR ARE . M . Pa e as e as hadows an Y G T r yn h written th M que J S . d

‘ ’ othe e ms u ished in 1 8 n lso n 8 1 on s o L s r po . p bl 70 ; I tag s (son e ts) . 1 7 S g f fe a nd D eath 1 8 2 Lautr ec 1 8 8 N ew P oems onde aux onde s a ads , 7 ; . 7 ; (r . r l . b ll ) . 1 88 H h o s 0. e as als e x cellently tran late d the poe ms of Francois Villon.

A E Dr. Geo e M acdona d i e no r his nove s f J N T . rg l s b st k wn fo l . rom one of which Alec Forbes o How len his a ad of is ta e n. , f g . t b ll k

’ GLEN K I N F omA P oet s Harve t ne hund e d sho DIE . r s H ome . o r rt oems 1 882 Glenkindie is the name of an Ol o i h a ad the s o p . . d Sc tt s b ll . t ry of which is ide wi a of the ntical th th t of Glasger ion. given at page 45 r vo um p esent l e.

344 GLOSSARY. — — w sa the D I H doomdoome d wi e . BRI GHT the Bright. as e y G T . ; p — ai DI RAI dis re ss . F r. ST N t — — I I u in u D O E do ou ief. BR TTL NG c tt g p. L l r. gr — — I ickin D oc dove. EROD NG pr g. — — Do UGHT we e or would be able. BUG builde d. r — D —duc dive BUGHT fold for milking the she e p OUK k. . — n DEA d e ade d. i . D r — — B R i or ide D RE HE ou e. U D g rl br . C tr bl — — ' 3 08 1! AND E U N e ad D REE sufler unde o. O g t re y. . rg — D IE —drive BUSK AN D ! O N E de libe rately R . — and has i wi h or wi hou D E rief. t ly. t t t UL g a i p us ng for aim. — — B wi h u th house . UTT t out. o tside e EE N e ye s. — BEE a so . — l CAI ST cas . E RI E E DRI H lfin el —t LD DG . L TC . e . C HASTI E chas tise . vish .

CHI —a oun ni h — LD y g k g t. ENow e nough. A — CL ES clothe s. — —' E E ca e d. to CL P D ll FAE H am. C E H—a ho ow e w e e n h PA — ad L UC ll b t ills ; I N gl . c e ve i h -fin e re d — E—f - l r. l g t g . FAULD DYK old ditch. — — C ou h . E fa se OFT b g t PAUS l . C OREI E— ave n ow r . cr . ER — ou hsha e s FERE —e ua coman C OULT S pl g r . q l p ion ; I N EERE — — RA I IE c imson. o e he C MO S r t g t r. — — A c wed FER IE wonde . C R WN ro . L r — — C RI ouse ant. FIT RI E s n u div f a CK l . . TT . g ision o — m son a un C Ro w T c u e e . r pl . g. t — - — C RYANC E fe ar. FLAw own in fla BLOWN bl kes. ' U A — ac FLE Y D—f i h ene d C NN N D contr t. r g t . — — C R H ca e chief for the hea F E sco d. U C p . k r d. LYT l F D—e nfo d e a OL l ; rth. DAI s—a aise d a of a oom he F E R—mass ca -load r p rt r . t OOD , rt . ace f hono a F R H —for his on pl o ur. as quarte r O T Y t this account. de c FO U—a ushel meas k . b ure . — — DA of I hin or a ac wi h FRAE from. NG, D NG g tt k t vio e nce RE R E—s n l . F tro gman. DA —f i h en FU Rs—fu row UNTON r g t . r s. ’ DAw —dawn D — ; AWE day. — — — DE i GAE e n . E —d e. —go ; GAE D w t DEED ha m. GA o r NG g . GLOSSARY . 345 — — AI R ore se am. H ee fo ified house . G g , OLD k p . rt — — ma e comel. H L hus . GAR cause . k . p OO k — — in H O sof s ow . GA go g. O LY tly. l ly U—N — T ive B E L ive the as sac amen . G E g . OUZ g l t r t — H RR LI N —ow i u in GI N if. U G c e r ng. cro ch g. — - GLE DE a live coal. E —we n has i ILx A—e ac GL NT t t ly. h. ’ - — - — E N e a nes one . IRE dis e e d GO D S P N Y r t m y pl as . E — GOL TT throat. G D— o d A E—t ic OW g l . J P r k. R RI E—ma c I M R—s e nd r G An A gi . J l e . — — e e GRAT we pt ; GREE T w p . — K AI M mu — GREVE Q groves. . mcomb. — — H a K A E tax o l. GRI T E gr ce . N . t l I N —s i K E —a ne t for the hair GRI m G pr nkling. LL . E—ri i K E H PE S a ut m—c mi n Ge g fl n. . u n ha p o s. — — E K E N now. GUD good. k — — r K E PRI T e t. GULE ed. k p — u h K NARSCAR—he me GURLY ble ak. stormy. ro g . l t. K NAw— no k w. — v K N OWE s— nol s R AE ha e . k l . ’ — — ove K YE ine. HAPP D c re d.— k HAR P AND CARR play and e r i LAI DEN—did la re cit o s ng. y. — — HA ho d. LAI H low . UD — l G — HA LD ho d house e e . LAI TI s e a in eha U l . . k p b r g. b viour. - — - — HA E EANE nec one . LA E e a US k b NC l p. H E E H M E—a e n hee d LA E al — D O t k . N one Y R ANE b — OU L y HEI D he ad. ourse f y l . HE I L —who esome LAD—e a e l . l p d. HE E he a h LAW—l L lt . ow. — — - HE hi h . oud . LA I od in e n du LY g ly l ly W NG l g g r t, es. - H ELLI s GE U I H—hoolr for han in LA E —de n g g YN y. vesse s on in m — the chi ne . LAZAR e e l y l p r. beggar. — — ’ — ’ H E D en le. LEAR e a nin EAR D le arn N g t l r g ; L d, — HE lifte d. tau h NT g t. - — HERRv ha . LE A E e rry S l ash. HE —bid — TT . LEE lie . — — HI E hi h. LEE H s u eon g C rg . physician. HI H —name d bid r m — - o ise . LEuAN ad v G T ; , p l y lo e . — LET hinder. hindere d. 346 GLOSSARY. — — — NA not A A s ea not. LEVE N lawn . ; S YN p k — — NAE no . LI EFE R rathe r. — — - LI he aven sk . NAPERIE a e c o h. FT , y t bl l t — — m N c E D hit. LI GHTLY i ns make light of e . - — o h N I H ER AND HEE R—ne i h LI NCOHE TWINE Lincoln cl t . C S g — sno . LI NG he athe r. rt — am—a e LI RH a nook or she lte ring corne r N o t k n. f a o hill. —i e LI TE l ttl . m — 00K ‘ 'l'e e k LI HE R s i e dece i fu . T l pp ry . t l O H —O wne d — ume n UG T L ins . OME tool . tr t ’ RE—o e r ove — OW . r. LO Q T le t, e c E — - — O UT laughing stock. [ p awn rathe r, L —bow own owe OUT d . l r. PAR E — a e s e a — L p rl y , p k . w m az . Lo ha e . bl e A I — a P YN M p gan. L —ca OWN lm. PEE —a Bo de fo e L r r rtr ss. — ra s a e d wi h whi e LYART g y tre k t t . — P AI p ai e d wine d. - — -W ch L T l t , t LYKE WAKE corpse at . — FEE p e ade d. L E E —inden ime tre e s D l YND . LYN . l . l . ‘ I —imound d P N D p e . se iz e d. e ne a O g r lly. P RTE RVER— man O port te au. ' ' PRI N K D AN D PREE N D —dec ed I — k M A LL toll. and pInne d. —mo e M ATE . r ' U - u — P p ll. M AKE mate . —mo n M A E a . N UE R —in oo i Q T g d sp rits . M A - IE—man -fo de d unde NY PL y l r I —e ui e QU T r q t d. coat — M A RE in s i e of. RA — ovin wil UG p t MP r g. d. —m — M A us . RANSHAC R LE D ansac UN t r ked. — mai e — maid d n. M AY . RE A E e e ave rob de ive V b r . , pr . —main owe — M A E . . RE E vise counse YN p r D ad . l. E — m — M EANY M E NI E M YNE co an . . . . p y RI N run . —d mal — ma a dis . M ER m . o K . rk Row roll r ugh. I —me lin M ERL ON r . ROWAN BERRY mountain ash — M I E much. e CKL b rry . —m i - — - M I E e n one d. Row E ou h foo e d NG D t FOOT D r g t . —m h — M I I E o e . m e x ion NN t r RUDD co pl . — M O . M OE . lnore .

M R — flou ish o h or A E — ame O T a r n t e horns f S CKL SS bl less. — the de a h of the e SAE s o . t d e r. ' —ma mi h m SAI N D—Sanctifi e d a MOTE y. g t. us t. . b ptise d.

348 GLOSSARY. — — - W E w oon W U D mad. WALL WI GHT a picke d strong OD . . . man W oLDs—downs o e n coun . . p try. — w an WAN won ; pale ; also (applie d to aste l ds . W N—dw e wa e b ac de e . . t r) l k. p O ll —manne — e ss now WAN E . WOT u r g . k . — w W HE— isas m W R la a O UG d e ischief. A p . r p . t r. W I — W —w AR e wa ow oe . SON r rd. W —we W — v AT t. R E wrea ed a e n e d OK N k , g . — W — W EE d e ss a mou . R H ca D r . r r OUG T red. reeked. W — W — EE hin . dw N t k YNNI T e lt. — W EET we t. W I R —d E D oom. W R — — E E we e . YARE ale t e ad N r r . r y. ' W H I E—which YEARDE S — - L . A T earth d fas t. W H I LOM E—a while x e ago. fi d. W I H — ave YE E— G TLY br ly. manly. D go. ' W I D—the wi d c a ur YE E— o L l re t es. S y u shall. W I S— uess now YE — a e g . k . TT g t . W — — I H E wi hou . YI oun T OUT—N t t NG—y g. W ADED d ed of a lue co ou . a d O y b l r YODE went. w lke . I N D E ! OF FI R S T LI N E S .

About Glenkindie and his man

’ An ancie nt story I ll te ll you anon And whe re have you be e n my M ary 1

’ s tran e r came one ni h to Yussouf s e n A g g t t t .

Be it i h or w n he s me n on r g t ro g. t e am g

Child M aurice hunted the silve r wood Cle rk S aunde rs and may M argare t me e n e m l s awhi e Co . g tl e n al ! and li te n l ' ome he e come h f fe e d l C r . e re . ye re ely ome is e n to me ou a an s so f e e i C l t . y g ll t r

Faire stood the wind for

’ Glasge rion was a K ing s own

Had she come

H e a e n to me Ge m rk . ntle e n !

l findé upon I have he ard talk of bold Robin H ood I he a Rele ma o ! hat ou r. p g t y . I ove d H a arlis andwas ove d l j . l . In summe r whe n the shaw s be she e n In the third day o f M ay ' In winter whe n the rain rain d NDE! F ST E 3 50 I O FIR LIN S.

I s ran to the sti ru and o is and he p g r p . J r . It fe ll about the M artinmas It fe ll about the M arti n mas tide It is an ancie nt M ari ne r I t w as intill a ple as ant time

afiar the Ba me cide the ood J . r , g e sus o d mic e of mi h J . l r . kl g t ohn B own in K ansas se e d i e a s eadfas Yan e e fa me J r ttl . l k t t k r r ohnie ose u in a M a mo nin J r p y r g .

Lis n m chi d e n i nd ou sha he a te . y l r a y ll r Lord John s tood in his stable door

My love he built me a bonnie

’ v w wi i am i h h v d if e O e r Slie e Fe . th no se le ss tr p ng through t e ea y r t d

Of all the lords in fair S cotland ' 0 hae ye na he ard 0 the fause S alke ld 7 ' O he ard ye na 0 a silly blind harpe r id e maide O I forb y . ns a 0 Lad oc ne ve ou oun oun son y r k r y r y g y g . O n a M onday afte r TrInity S unday 0 swe e t is the Spring in coppice and wold 0 that last day in Lucknow fort h b oom and the b nnie b O t e r . o room O ur K ing he ke pt a false ste ward O wha will shoe my fair foot 7 0 where fore come ye forth in triumph fromthe N orth O whithe r s ail you 7 S ir John Franklin ! 0 will ye gae to the schule 7 brothe r !

Rhaicos was born amid the hills whe re from " Rise u ! ise u no u she p r p w . Lord D o glas !

' — S t. A ne s Eve h g . A ! bitte r chill it Swe e u the floo ane ! p p r . J t

The carrie r can not sing to- day the The K ing sits in Dunfermline town