Sole friends thy woods and streams were left: Even in extremity of ill. By Yarrow's streams still let me stray, 30 35 The Bard may draw his parting groan. A WEARY LOT IS THINE, FAIR MAID "A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A doublet of the Lincoln green No more of me you knew, My love! No more of me you knew. "This morn is merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again." He turn'd his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore; He gave his bridle-reins a shake, Said, "Adieu forever more, My love! And adieu forever more." ΙΟ 15 20 5 HUNTING SONG WAKEN, lords and ladies gay, On the mountain dawns the day; With hawk and horse and hunting-spear; Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling, Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, Waken, lords and ladies gay, 5 10 15 20 Louder, louder chant the lay, 25 Waken, lords and ladies gay! Tell them youth and mirth and glee Run a course as well as we; Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, Think of this and rise with day, Gentle lords and ladies gay! 30 ROSABELLE O LISTEN, listen, ladies gay! That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. 'Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew, And, gentle lady, deign to stay! 5 Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day. The blackening wave is edged with white; 'Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round lady gay; "Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir "Tis not because the ring they ride, If 't is not filled by Rosabelle.' ΙΟ 15 20 O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'T was broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, 25 30 Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair So still they blaze when fate is nigh There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold Each one the holy vault doth hold, But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each Saint Clair was buried there 45 With candle, with book, and with knell; 50 The dirge of lovely Rosabelle. THE CAVALIER WHILE the dawn on the mountain was misty and gray, Over hill, over valley, o'er dale, and o'er down; Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the He has doff'd the silk doublet the breast-plate to bear, Heaven shield the brave Gallant that fights for the For the rights of fair England that broadsword he draws; God strike with the Gallant that strikes for the Crown! IC They may boast of their Fairfax, their Waller, and all 15 There's Derby and Cavendish, dread of their foes; With the Barons of England, that fight for the Crown? 20 Now joy to the crest of the brave Cavalier! Be his banner unconquer'd, resistless his spear, Till in peace and in triumph his toils he may drown, |