16494
Voyage, The - Caroline Atherton Mason.
Voyage, The - Caroline Atherton Mason.
Warner - World's Best Literature - v28 - Songs, Hymns, Lyrics
C.
F.
Hölderlin.
17004
Rosy Musk Mallow - Alice E. Gillington. 16998
Royalty
Josephine Peabody. 16747
SACRIFICE
E. Pauline Johnson
(« Tekahionwake”).
16889
Fasting
16889
Brier -
16891
St. Anthony's Sermon to the Fishes -
Author Unknown. 16700
Saint of Yore, A - John Vance Cheney. 16664
Sally in Our Alley · · Henry Carey. 16603
San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother
Alice Meynell. 16875
Santa Zita: The Miracle of the Well
Folk-Song. 17002
Scent o Pines Hugh M'Culloch. 17004
Sealed Orders Julia C. R. Dorr. 16740
Sea-Fowler, The
Mary Howitt. 16365
Sea, The
Eva L. Ogden. 16691
Sea Witchery
Richard Burton. 16543
Second Place, The
Susan Marr Spalding. 16393
Seneca Lake, To · James Gates Percival. 16542
September
S. Frances Harrison (“Seranus »). 16508
Serenade
Nathaniel Field. 16491
Service of Song, The - Emily Dickinson. 16523
Settler, The
Alfred B. Street. 16557
Seven Fiddlers, The - Sebastian Evans. 16925
Shall I Look Back ?
Louise Chandler Moulton. 16839
Shan Van Vocht. Street Ballad. 16349
Shelter Against Storm and Rain
Friedrich Rückert. 16867
Shepherd's Song Thomas Heywood. 16605
Ships at Sea
R. B. Coffin. 16406
Silence, The
Eméle Verhäeren. 16737
Sing Again - Marie Louise Van Vorst. 16611
Sir John Barleycorn Author Unknown. 16474
Sleep on, My Love - Bishop Chichester. 16800
Sleepy Hollow
16797
William Ellery Channing. 16797
Smiling Demon of Notre Dame
Ellen Burroughs. 16722
Smith of Maudlin
George Walter Thornbury. 16800
Song of Ethlenn Stuart - Fiona Macleod. 16593
.
RACE OF THE BOOMERS, THE
Richard Burton. 17020
Rachel Lizette Woodworth Reese. 16461
Radical, A
Helen Gray Cone. 16731
Recessional
Rudyard Kipling. 16433
Red Fisherman, The
Winthrop Mackworth Praed. 16938
Refusal of Charon
Romaic. 16826
Renouncement
Alice Meynell. 16358
Respite
Ina D. Coolbrith. 16533
Rest
Mary Woolsey Howland. 16852
( Reszket a Bokor, mert. ”
Petöfi Sándor (Magyar). 16999
Return, The Philip James Bailey. 16912
Return With Usury: Folk-Song
17002
Revel, The
Bartholomew Dowling. 16373
Revery of Boyhood, A -
Heinrich von Morungen. 16817
Richest Prince, The Justinus Kerner. 16748
Riding Together William Works. 16575
Rivals Virginia Peyton Fauntleroy. 16656
River Charles, The Annie Fields. 16540
Rhyme of Death's Inn, A
Lizette Woodworth Reese. 16446
V Rhyme of the Rail - John Godfrey Saxe. 16689
Robin Adair Lady Caroline Keppel. 16598
Rock and the Sea, The
Charlotte Perkins Stetson. 16552
-
-
.
.
## p. 16329 (#29) ###########################################
xvii
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
.
-
Song of Hatred, The - George Herwegh. 16587
Song of Life, A · Anne Reeve Aldrich. 16370
Song of Spring, The
Gil Vicente (Portuguese). 16498
Song of Steam George W. Cutter. 16417
Song of Summer, A - Thomas Nash. 16504
Song of the Fairy Peddler - Geo. Darley. 16489
Song of the Forge Author Unknown. 16754
Song of the Lower Classes
Ernest Charles Jones. 16752
Song of the Silent Land - -
Johann Gaudenz von Salis. 16805
Song of the Sons of Esau
Bertha Brooks Runkle. 16758
Song of the Thrush, The -
Rhys Goch ap Rhiccart (Welsh). 16521
Song of the Tonga-Islanders
Author Unknown. 16996
Song of the Western Men
Robert Stephen Hawker. 16586
SONGS OF THE SEA -
Charles Godfrey Leland. 16545
Introductory: The Old Tavern.
El Capitan-General.
Davy Jones.
One, Two, Three.
The Beautiful Witch.
Time for Us to Go.
The Lover to the Sailor.
Song Written at Sea
Charles Sackville (Earl of Dorset). 16626
Soul's Defiance, The · Lavinia Stoddard. 16834
South, The
Emma Lazarus. 16532
Sparkling and Bright
Charles Fenno Hoffman. 16475
Spinning Song, A.
John Francis O'Donnell. 16589
Spring
Thomas Nash. 16525
Spring Trouble, A · William Macdonald. 16497
Starry Host, The
John Lancaster Spalding. 16883
Star Spangled Banner, The
Francis Scott Key. 16434
Star to its Light, The
George Parsons Lathrop. 16741
Stonewall Jackson's Way
John Williamson Palmer. 16422
Story of Karin, The
Danish. 16946
Strange Country, The - Robert Buchanan. 16388
Strasburg Clock, The · Author Unknown. 16710
Strollers
Madison J. Cawein. 16759
Summer Song, A
Ulrich von Liechtenstein. 16505
Surface and the Depths, The
Lewis Morris. 16634
Sursum
Philip Dodd Ige. 16850
TAKE HEART
Lucy C. Bull. 17017
Take My Life - Frances Ridley Havergal. 16900
Tell Me, My Heart, if This be Love
George Lord Lyttelton. 16601
Theocritus
Annie Fields. 16779
There's Nae Luck About the House
Jean Adam. 16442
There Was a Jolly Miller
(Isaac Bickerstaff. ) 16471
Things I Miss, The -
Thomas Wentworth Higginson. 16898
Thoreau, From a Poem on H. A. Blood. 16531
Though Naught They May to Others Be
George McKnight. 16899
Thought Christopher Pearse Cranch. 16830
Thousand Years in Thy Sight Are but
as One Day, A Annie Fields. 16633
Three Scars, The -
George Walter Thornbury. 16581
Three Troopers, The (same)
16579
Three Warnings, The: A Tale
Hester Thrale Piozzi. 16702
Threnody, A • Madison J. Cawein. 16816
Threnody, A (Ahkoond of Swat)
George Thomas Lanigan. 16682
Threshed Out - Robert K. Kernighan. 16761
Thrush's Song, The (from the Gaelic) -
W. MacGillivray. 16521
Time for Us to Go -
Charles Godfrey Leland. 16550
Time o' Day, The
Albion Fellowes Bacon. 16628
Time's A-Flying (Lauriger Horatius) · 16478
Tired Mothers May Riley Smith. 16455
To-Day
Helen Gray Cone. 16736
To-Morrows and To-Morrows
( Stuart Sterne. ” 16839
TO O. S. C.
Annie Eliot Trumbull. 16808
To Prowl, My Cat . . "C. K. B. )
in London Spectator
16711
Tornado, The
Charles DeKay. 16539
To the Lark (T’R Ehedydd)
Dafydd ap Gwilym (Welsh). 16517
To the Rose
J. C. F. Hölderlin. 17004
To the Wood Robin John B. Tab
16520
Tragedy, A Edith Nesbit Bland. 16667
Tranquillity
Author Unknown. 16856
Trooper to His Mare, The
Charles G. Halpine. 16481
Trust in Faith - George Santayana. 16881
Tryste Noel
Louise Imogen Guiney. 16874
Tryst of the Night, The
Mary C. Gillington Byron. 16534
Tubal Cain
Charles Mackay. 16419
'Tween Earth and Sky
Au sta Webster. 16504
-
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TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
Twelfth-Century Lyric, A
Author Unknown. 16620
Twickenham Ferry - Théophile Marzials. 16356
Twilight
Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16818
Two Dreams Henry W. Austin. 16613
Two Guests Susan Marr Spalding. 17017
Two Locks of Hair, The · Gustav Pfizer. 16469
Two Robbers F. W. Bourdillon. 16644
-
UNDER THE KING - Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16632
Universal Worship - John Pierpont. 16884
Unknown Ideal - Do Sigerson. 16737
Unmarked Festival, An - Alice Meynell. 16369
Unnumbered - Thomas Lovell Beddoes. 16593
Unto the Least of These Little Ones
Amélie Rives. 16454
VAGABONDS, THE
John Townsend Trowbridge. 16762
Vanitas ! Vanitatum, Vanitas! - Goethe. 16472
V-A-S-E, The James Jeffrey Roche. 16693
Vesper Hymn Samuel Longfellow. 16858
Vicar of Bray, The - Author Unknown. 16699
Virginians of the Valley
Francis Orrery Ticknor. 16559
Vision of a Fair Woman Ancient Erse. 16592
Volume of Dante, A
Caroline Wilder Fellowes.
16494
Voyage, The - Caroline Atherton Mason. 16896
.
Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea, A
Allan Cunningham. 17022
What Life Is Julie M. Lippmann. 16840
What My Lover Said - Homer G. Greene. 16612
What's A' the Steer, Kimmer ?
Robert Allan. 16426
What the King said to Christ at the
Judgment - Isa Carrington Cabell. 16907
What the Sonnet Is
Eugene Lee-Hamilton. 16774
Whenas in Silks my Julia Goes
Robert Herrick. 16628
When Did We Meet ? - Elaine Goodale. 16596
When My Cousin Comes to Town
W. P. Bourke. 16676
When the World is Burning
Ebenezer Jones. 16534
When We Are All Asleep
Robert Buchanan. 16380
Whilst Thee I Seek - Helen M. Williams. 16406
White Rose
Author Unknown. 16627
White Rose Over the Water, The
Walter Thornbury. 16582
Why Thus Longing ?
Harriet Winslow Sewall. 16728
Wife of Usher's Well, The .
Author Unknown. 16931
Wild Honey Maurice Thompson. 16515
Wild Ride, The · Louise Imogen Guiney. 16827
Will of God, The
Frederick William Faber. 16897
Willy Reilly, an Ulster Ballad
16440
Wind of Death, The
Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16809
Wind of Memory, The (same) - 16904
Winged Worshipers, The
Charles Sprague. 16886
Winifreda
Author Unknown. 16616
Winter Pine, The
Charles Wellington Stone. 16559
Wishes and Prayers · Margaret Deland. 16894
Wishes for the Supposed Mistress
Richard Crashaw. 16599
Witch in the Glass, The - Sarah M. B. Piatt. 16358
Witch, The Gottfried August Bürger. 16018
Within Anna Callender Brackett. 16665
Without and Within
Metastasio. 17003
Woman's Wish, A.
Mary Ashley Townsend. 16727
World's Justice, The · Emma Lazarus. 16792
Woodman, Spare That Tree!
George P. Morris. 16415
Woodside Way, The
Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16468
YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND
Martyn Parker. 16430
-
-
WAE's ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE
William Glen. 16427
Waking of the Lark, The - Eric Mackay. 16516
Wanderer, The William Canton. 16409
Wants of Man, The
John Quincy Adams. 16715
Wassail Chorus
Theodore Watts-Dunton. 16476
Watch on the Rhine, The
Max Schneckenburger. 16437
Watching
Emily Chubbuck Judson (“Fanny
Forrester. ”)
17014
Wave-Won
E. Pauline Johnson (« Tekahion-
wake”)
16595
We Are Children Robert Buchanan. 16854
We Are the Music-Makers
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 16771
Wearing of the Green, The
Dion Boucicault. 16396
Weaving of the Tartan, The
Alice C. MacDonell. 16428
Web, The
Cora Fabbri. 16642
Wedding of Pale Bronwen - Ernest Rhys. 16921
Werena My Heart Licht
Lady Grizel Baillie. 16384
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16331
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
THE OLD CONTINENTALS
(CARMEN BELLICOSUM)
IN
N THEIR ragged regimentals
Stood the old Continentals,
Yielding not,
When the grenadiers were lunging,
And like hail fell the plunging
Cannon shot;
When the files
Of the isles
Froin the smoky night encampment bore the banner of the rampant
Unicorn,
And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the roll of the drummer
Through the morn!
But with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires:
And the balls whistled deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the swift
Billows' drift
Drove the dark battle breakers o'er the green sodded acres
Of the plain,
And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
Now like smiths at their forges
Labored red St. George's
Cannoneers,
And the « villainous saltpetre”
Rang a fierce discordant metre
Round their ears;
Like the roar
On a shore,
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16332
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
Rose the Horse Guards' clangor, as they rode in roaring anger
On our flanks:
Then higher, higher, higher, burned the old-fashioned fire
Through the ranks!
And the old-fashioned colonel
Galloped through the white infernal
Powder cloud;
His broadsword was swinging
And his brazen throat was ringing,
Trumpet loud:
Then the blue
Bullets flew,
And the trooper jackets reddened at the touch of the leaden
Rifle breath,
And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder,
Hurling death!
GUY HUMPHREY MCMASTER.
THE HADLEY WEATHERCOCK
0
N HADLEY steeple proud I sit,
Steadfast and true; I never Ait:
Summer and winter, night and day,
The merry winds around me play;
And far below my gilded feet
The generations come and go
In one unceasing ebb and flow,
Year after year in Hadley street.
I nothing care - I only know
God sits above, he wills it so;
While roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
-
The hands that for me paid the gold
A century since have turned to mold;
And all the crowds who saw me new
In seventeen hundred fifty-two,
(A noble town was Hadley then,
And beautiful as one could find,)
Dead, long years dead, and out of mind,
Those stately dames and gallant men!
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SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16333
But I abide, while the are low.
God ruleth all, he wills it so:
And roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
The wind blew south, the wind blew north;
I saw an army marching forth;
And when the wind was hushed and still,
I heard them talk of Bunker Hill.
From Saratoga, bold Burgoyne
(His sullen redcoats, past the town,
To Aqua Vitæ's plain marched down)
In Hadley mansion stopped to dine.
The new State comes! The King must go!
Glory to God who wills it so!
And roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
In Hadley street the same unrest.
On every breeze that hither comes,
I hear the rolling of the drums,
And well do I know the warning;
The wind blows north, the wind blows south,
The ball has left the cannon's mouth,
And the land is filled with mourning.
In Freedom's name they struck the blow:
The Land is One, God wills it so.
And roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
Though all things change upon the ground,
Unchanging, sure, I'm ever found.
In calm or tempest, sun or rain,
No eye inquires of me in vain.
Though many a man betray his trust,
Though some may honor sell, or buy,
Like Peter some their Lord deny,
Yet here I preach till I am rust:
Blow high, blow low, come weal, or woe,
God sits above, he wills it so.
Then roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
JULIA TAFT BAYNE.
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16334
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
JUST A MULTITUDE OF CURLS
UST a
JuWeighing down a little head;
Two wide eyes not blue nor gray,
Like the sky 'twixt night and day;
Small red mouth
- and all to say
Has been said.
Just a saucy word or glance,
And a hand held out to kiss;
Just a curl - a ribbon through -
Just a flower, fresh and blue -
And to think what men will do
Just for this!
CORA FABBRI.
THE ROSE OF KENMARE
? 've been soft in a small way
On the girleens of Galway,
And the Limerick lasses have made me feel quare;
But there's no use denyin',
No girl I've set eye on
Could compate wid Rose Ryan of the town of Kenmare.
Oh, where
Can her like be found ?
No where,
The country round,
Spins at her wheel
Daughter as true,
Sets in the reel
Wid a slide of the shoe,
a slinderer,
tinderer,
purtier,
wittier colleen than you,
Rose, aroo!
Her hair mocks the sunshine,
And the soft silver moonshine
Neck and arm of the colleen completely eclipse;
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SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16335
Whilst the nose of the jewel
Slants straight as Carran Tual
From the heaven in her eye to her heather-sweet lip.
Oh, where, etc.
Did your eyes ever follow
The wings of the swallow
Here and there, light as air, o'er the meadow field glance ?
For if not, you've no notion
Of the exquisite motion
Of her sweet little feet as they dart in the dance.
Oh, where, etc.
If y' inquire why the nightingale
Still shuns th' invitin' gale
That wafts every song-bird but her to the west,
Faix she knows, I suppose,
Ould Kenmare has a Rose
That would sing any bulbul to sleep in her nest.
Oh, where, etc.
When her voice gives the warnin'
For the milkin' in the mornin',
Ev'n the cow known for hornin' comes runnin' to her pail;
The lambs play about her,
And the small bonneens snout her
Whilst their parints salute her wid a twisht of the tail.
Oh, where, etc.
When at noon from our labor
We draw neighbor wid neighbor
From the heat of the sun to the shelter of the tree,
Wid spuds fresh from the bilin',
And new milk, you come smilin',
All the boys' hearts beguilin', alannah machree!
Oh, where, etc.
But there's one sweeter hour
When the hot day is o'er,
And we rest at the door wid the bright moon above,
And she's sittin' in the middle;
When she's guessed Larry's riddle,
Cries, "Now for your fiddle, Shiel huv, Shiel Dhuv. "
(
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16336
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
Oh, where
Can her like be found ?
No where,
The country round,
Spins at her wheel
Daughter as true,
Sets in the reel,
Wid a slide of the shoe,
a slinderer,
tinderer,
purtier,
wittier colleen than you,
Rose, aroo !
ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES.
IRISH LULLABY
a
I”
'D ROCK my own sweet childie to rest in a cradle of gold on
bough of the willow,
To the shoheen ho of the wind of the west and the lulla lo of the
soft sea billow.
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother is here beside your pillow.
I'd put my own sweet childie to sleep in a silver boat on the beauti-
ful river,
Where a shoheen whisper the white cascades, and a lulla lo the
green flags shiver.
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother is here with you for ever.
Lulla lo! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom 'tis sleep has bound
you,
And oh, my child, what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have
found you?
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother's two arms are clasped around you.
ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES.
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SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16337
THE NUT-BROWN MAID
B
E it ryght or wrong, these men among
On women do complayne:
Affyrmynge this, how that it is
A labour spent in vayne
To love them wele; for never a dele
They love a man agayne:
For late a man do what he can,
Theyr favour to attayne,
Yet yf a newe do them persue,
Theyr first true lover than
Laboureth for nought; for from her thought
He is a banyshed man.
I say nat nay, but that all day
It is bothe writ and sayd
That woman's faith is, as who sayth,
All utterly decayd;
But neverthelesse ryght good wytnésse
In this case might be layd,
That they love true and continúe:
Recorde the Not-browne Mayd, -
Which, when her love came, her to prove,
To her to make his mone,
Wold nat depart; for in her hart
She loved but hym alone.
Than betwaine us late us dyscus
What was all the manere
Betwayne them two: we wyll also
Tell all the payne and fere
That she is in. Now I begyn
I
So that ye me answere;
Wherfore all ye that present be
I
pray you gyve an ere:-
I am the knyght: I come by nyght,
As secret as I can;
Sayinge, "Alas! thus standeth the case:
I am a banyshed man. ”
SHE
And I your wyll for to fulfyll
In this wyll nat refuse;
XXVII-1022
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16338
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
Trustying to shewe, in wordès fewe,
That men have an yll use
(To theyr own shame) women to blame,
And causelesse them accuse:
Therfore to you I answere nowe,
All women to excuse,-
Myne owne hart dere, with what you chere
I pray you, tell anone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
It standeth so,-a dede is do
Whereof grete harme shall growe:
My destiny is for to dy
A shamefull deth, I trowe;
Or elles to fle: the one must be.
None other way I knowe,
But to withdrawe as an outlawe,
And take me to my bowe.
Wherfore, adue, my owne hart true!
None other rede I can;
For I must to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
O Lord, what is thys worldys blysse,
That changeth as the mone!
My somers day in lusty May
Is derked before the none.
I here you say farewell: nay, nay,
We départ nat so sone.
Why say ye so ? wheder wyll ye go?
Alas! what have ye done ?
All my welfáre to sorrowe and care
Sholde chaunge, yf ye were gone
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
I can beleve it shall you greve,
And somewhat you dystrayne:
But aftyrwarde, your paynes harde
Within a day or twayne
## p. 16339 (#39) ###########################################
.
16339
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
Shall some aslake; and ye shall take
Comfort to you agayne.
Why sholde ye ought? for to make thought,
Your labour were in vayne.
And thus I do; and pray you to
As hartely as I can:
For I must to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Now, syth that ye have shewed to me
The secret of your mynde,
I shall be playne to you agayne,
Lyke as ye shall me fynde.
Syth it is so, that ye wyll go,
I wolle not leve behynde:
Shall never be sayd, the Not-browne Mayd
Was to her love unkynde.
Make you redy, for so am I,
Allthough it were anone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Yet I you rede to take good hede
What men wyll thynke and say:
Of yonge and olde it shall be tolde,
That ye be gone away,
Your wanton wyll for to fulfyll,
In grene wode you to play;
And that ye myght from your delyght
No lenger make delay.
Rather than ye sholde thus for me
Be called an yll womán,
Yet wolde I to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Though it be songe of old and yonge,
That I sholde be to blame,
Theyrs be the charge, that speke so large
In hurtynge of my name:
For I wyll prove that faythfulle love
It is devoyd of shame:
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16340
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
In your dystresse and hevynesse,
To part with you, the same:
And sure all tho, that do not so,
True lovers are they none;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
I counceyle you, remember howe
It is no maydens lawe,
Nothynge to dout, but to renne out
To wode with an outlawe:
For ye must there in your hand bere
A bowe, redy to drawe;
And as a thefe, thus must you lyve,
Ever in drede and awe:
Wherby to you grete harme myght growe:
Yet had I lever than
That I had to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
I thinke nat nay, but as ye say,
It is no maidens lore:
But love may make me for your sake,
As I have sayd before,
To come on fote, to hunt, and shote,
To gete us mete in store;
For so that I your company
May have, I aske no more:
From which to part, it maketh my hart
As colde as ony stone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
For an outlawe this is the lawe,
That men hym take and bynde;
Without pyté, hanged to be,
And waver with the wynde.
If I had nede, (as God forbede ! )
What rescous coude ye fynde ?
Forsoth, I trowe, ye and your bowe
For fere wolde drawe behynde:
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SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16341
And no mervayle; for lytell avayle
Were in your counceyle than:
Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Right wele know ye, that woman be
But feble for to fyght:
No womenhede it is indede
To be bolde as a knyght:
Yet in such fere yf that ye were
With enemyes day or nyght,
I wolde with stande, with bowe in hande,
To greve them as I myght,
And you to save; as women have
From deth, men many one:
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
НЕ
Yet take good hede; for ever I drede
That ye coude nat sustayne
The thornie wayes, the deep valléies,
The snowe, the frost, the rayne,
The colde, the hete: for dry or wete,
We must lodge on the playne;
And, us above, none other rofe
But a brake bush, or twayne:
Which some sholde greve you, I beleve;
And ye wolde gladly than
That I had to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Syth I have here bene partynére
With you of joy and blysse,
I must also part of your wo
Endure, as reson is;
Yet am I sure of one plesúre
And shortely, it is this:
That where ye be, me semeth, pardé,
I could not fare amysse.
Without more speche,
I
you
beseche
That we were sone agone;
## p. 16342 (#42) ###########################################
16342
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
If ye go thyder, ye must consyder,
Whan ye have lust to dyne,
There shall no mete be for you gete,
Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wyne.
No schetés clene, to lye betwene,
Made of threde and twyne;
None other house but leves and bowes,
To cover your hed and myne.
O myne harte swete, this evyll dyéte
Sholde make you pale and wan;
Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Amonge the wild dere, such an archére
As men say that ye be
Ne may nat fayle of good vitayle,
Where is so grete plenté;
And water clere of the ryvére
Shall be full swete to me:
With which in hele I shall ryght wele
Endure, as ye shall see;
And, or we go, a bedde or two
I can provyde anone:
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Lo! yet, before, ye must do more,
Yf ye wyll go with me:
As cut your here up by your ere,
Your kyrtel by the kne;
With bowe in hande, for to withstande
Your enemyes, yf nede be:
And this same nyght, before daylight,
To wode-warde wyll I fle.
Yf that ye wyll all this fulfill,
Do it shortely as ye can;.
Els wyll I to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
## p. 16343 (#43) ###########################################
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16343
SHE
I shall as nowe do more for you
Than longeth to womanhede;
To shote my here, a bowe to bere,
To shote in tyme of nede.
O my swete mother, before all other
For you I have most drede:
But nowe adue! I must ensue
Where fortune doth me lede.
All this make ye: now let us fle;
The day cometh fast upon:
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Nay, nay, nat so; ye shall nat go,
And I shall tell ye why:
Your appetyght is to be lyght
Of love, I wele espy;
For lyke as ye have sayd to me,
In lyke wyse hardely
Ye wolde answére whosoever it were,
In way of company.
It is sayd of olde, Sone hot, sone colde;
And so is a woman.
Wherfore I to the wode wyll go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Yf ye take hede, it is no nede
Such wordes to say by me:
For oft ye prayed, and longe assayed,
Or I you loved, pardé;
And though that I of auncestry
A barons daughter be,
Yet have you proved howe I you loved,
A squyer of lowe degre:
And ever shall, whatso befall
To dy therfore anone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
A barons chylde to be begylde!
It were a cursèd dede;
## p. 16344 (#44) ###########################################
16344
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
To be feláwe with an outlawe!
Almighty God forbede!
Yet better were the pore squyére
Alone to forest yede,
Than ye sholde say another day,
That, by my cursèd dede,
Ye were betrayed; wherfore, good mayd,
The best rede that I can,
Is, that I to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Whatever befall, I never shall
Of this thyng you upbrayd;
But yf ye go, and leve me so,
Then have ye me betrayd.
Remember you wele, howe that ye 'dele:
For yf ye, as ye sayd,
Be so unkynde, to leve behynde
Your love, the Not-browne Mayd,
Trust me truly, that I shall dy
Sone after ye be gone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Yf that ye went, ye sholde repent:
For in the forest nowe
I have purvayed me of a mayd,
Whom I love more than you;
Another fayrére than ever ye were,
I dare it wele avowe:
And of ye bothe eche sholde be wrothe
With other, as I trowe.
It were myne ese, to lyve in pese;
So wyll I, yf I can:
Wherfore I to the wode wyll go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Though in the wode I undyrstode
Ye had a paramour,
All this may nought remove my thought,
But that I will be your :
## p. 16345 (#45) ###########################################
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16345
And she shall fynde me soft, and kynde,
And courteys every hour;
Glad to fulfyll all that she wyll
Commaunde me to my power:
For had ye, lo, an hundred mo,
Of them I wolde be one;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
Rosy Musk Mallow - Alice E. Gillington. 16998
Royalty
Josephine Peabody. 16747
SACRIFICE
E. Pauline Johnson
(« Tekahionwake”).
16889
Fasting
16889
Brier -
16891
St. Anthony's Sermon to the Fishes -
Author Unknown. 16700
Saint of Yore, A - John Vance Cheney. 16664
Sally in Our Alley · · Henry Carey. 16603
San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother
Alice Meynell. 16875
Santa Zita: The Miracle of the Well
Folk-Song. 17002
Scent o Pines Hugh M'Culloch. 17004
Sealed Orders Julia C. R. Dorr. 16740
Sea-Fowler, The
Mary Howitt. 16365
Sea, The
Eva L. Ogden. 16691
Sea Witchery
Richard Burton. 16543
Second Place, The
Susan Marr Spalding. 16393
Seneca Lake, To · James Gates Percival. 16542
September
S. Frances Harrison (“Seranus »). 16508
Serenade
Nathaniel Field. 16491
Service of Song, The - Emily Dickinson. 16523
Settler, The
Alfred B. Street. 16557
Seven Fiddlers, The - Sebastian Evans. 16925
Shall I Look Back ?
Louise Chandler Moulton. 16839
Shan Van Vocht. Street Ballad. 16349
Shelter Against Storm and Rain
Friedrich Rückert. 16867
Shepherd's Song Thomas Heywood. 16605
Ships at Sea
R. B. Coffin. 16406
Silence, The
Eméle Verhäeren. 16737
Sing Again - Marie Louise Van Vorst. 16611
Sir John Barleycorn Author Unknown. 16474
Sleep on, My Love - Bishop Chichester. 16800
Sleepy Hollow
16797
William Ellery Channing. 16797
Smiling Demon of Notre Dame
Ellen Burroughs. 16722
Smith of Maudlin
George Walter Thornbury. 16800
Song of Ethlenn Stuart - Fiona Macleod. 16593
.
RACE OF THE BOOMERS, THE
Richard Burton. 17020
Rachel Lizette Woodworth Reese. 16461
Radical, A
Helen Gray Cone. 16731
Recessional
Rudyard Kipling. 16433
Red Fisherman, The
Winthrop Mackworth Praed. 16938
Refusal of Charon
Romaic. 16826
Renouncement
Alice Meynell. 16358
Respite
Ina D. Coolbrith. 16533
Rest
Mary Woolsey Howland. 16852
( Reszket a Bokor, mert. ”
Petöfi Sándor (Magyar). 16999
Return, The Philip James Bailey. 16912
Return With Usury: Folk-Song
17002
Revel, The
Bartholomew Dowling. 16373
Revery of Boyhood, A -
Heinrich von Morungen. 16817
Richest Prince, The Justinus Kerner. 16748
Riding Together William Works. 16575
Rivals Virginia Peyton Fauntleroy. 16656
River Charles, The Annie Fields. 16540
Rhyme of Death's Inn, A
Lizette Woodworth Reese. 16446
V Rhyme of the Rail - John Godfrey Saxe. 16689
Robin Adair Lady Caroline Keppel. 16598
Rock and the Sea, The
Charlotte Perkins Stetson. 16552
-
-
.
.
## p. 16329 (#29) ###########################################
xvii
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
.
-
Song of Hatred, The - George Herwegh. 16587
Song of Life, A · Anne Reeve Aldrich. 16370
Song of Spring, The
Gil Vicente (Portuguese). 16498
Song of Steam George W. Cutter. 16417
Song of Summer, A - Thomas Nash. 16504
Song of the Fairy Peddler - Geo. Darley. 16489
Song of the Forge Author Unknown. 16754
Song of the Lower Classes
Ernest Charles Jones. 16752
Song of the Silent Land - -
Johann Gaudenz von Salis. 16805
Song of the Sons of Esau
Bertha Brooks Runkle. 16758
Song of the Thrush, The -
Rhys Goch ap Rhiccart (Welsh). 16521
Song of the Tonga-Islanders
Author Unknown. 16996
Song of the Western Men
Robert Stephen Hawker. 16586
SONGS OF THE SEA -
Charles Godfrey Leland. 16545
Introductory: The Old Tavern.
El Capitan-General.
Davy Jones.
One, Two, Three.
The Beautiful Witch.
Time for Us to Go.
The Lover to the Sailor.
Song Written at Sea
Charles Sackville (Earl of Dorset). 16626
Soul's Defiance, The · Lavinia Stoddard. 16834
South, The
Emma Lazarus. 16532
Sparkling and Bright
Charles Fenno Hoffman. 16475
Spinning Song, A.
John Francis O'Donnell. 16589
Spring
Thomas Nash. 16525
Spring Trouble, A · William Macdonald. 16497
Starry Host, The
John Lancaster Spalding. 16883
Star Spangled Banner, The
Francis Scott Key. 16434
Star to its Light, The
George Parsons Lathrop. 16741
Stonewall Jackson's Way
John Williamson Palmer. 16422
Story of Karin, The
Danish. 16946
Strange Country, The - Robert Buchanan. 16388
Strasburg Clock, The · Author Unknown. 16710
Strollers
Madison J. Cawein. 16759
Summer Song, A
Ulrich von Liechtenstein. 16505
Surface and the Depths, The
Lewis Morris. 16634
Sursum
Philip Dodd Ige. 16850
TAKE HEART
Lucy C. Bull. 17017
Take My Life - Frances Ridley Havergal. 16900
Tell Me, My Heart, if This be Love
George Lord Lyttelton. 16601
Theocritus
Annie Fields. 16779
There's Nae Luck About the House
Jean Adam. 16442
There Was a Jolly Miller
(Isaac Bickerstaff. ) 16471
Things I Miss, The -
Thomas Wentworth Higginson. 16898
Thoreau, From a Poem on H. A. Blood. 16531
Though Naught They May to Others Be
George McKnight. 16899
Thought Christopher Pearse Cranch. 16830
Thousand Years in Thy Sight Are but
as One Day, A Annie Fields. 16633
Three Scars, The -
George Walter Thornbury. 16581
Three Troopers, The (same)
16579
Three Warnings, The: A Tale
Hester Thrale Piozzi. 16702
Threnody, A • Madison J. Cawein. 16816
Threnody, A (Ahkoond of Swat)
George Thomas Lanigan. 16682
Threshed Out - Robert K. Kernighan. 16761
Thrush's Song, The (from the Gaelic) -
W. MacGillivray. 16521
Time for Us to Go -
Charles Godfrey Leland. 16550
Time o' Day, The
Albion Fellowes Bacon. 16628
Time's A-Flying (Lauriger Horatius) · 16478
Tired Mothers May Riley Smith. 16455
To-Day
Helen Gray Cone. 16736
To-Morrows and To-Morrows
( Stuart Sterne. ” 16839
TO O. S. C.
Annie Eliot Trumbull. 16808
To Prowl, My Cat . . "C. K. B. )
in London Spectator
16711
Tornado, The
Charles DeKay. 16539
To the Lark (T’R Ehedydd)
Dafydd ap Gwilym (Welsh). 16517
To the Rose
J. C. F. Hölderlin. 17004
To the Wood Robin John B. Tab
16520
Tragedy, A Edith Nesbit Bland. 16667
Tranquillity
Author Unknown. 16856
Trooper to His Mare, The
Charles G. Halpine. 16481
Trust in Faith - George Santayana. 16881
Tryste Noel
Louise Imogen Guiney. 16874
Tryst of the Night, The
Mary C. Gillington Byron. 16534
Tubal Cain
Charles Mackay. 16419
'Tween Earth and Sky
Au sta Webster. 16504
-
## p. 16330 (#30) ###########################################
xviii
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
TITLE
AUTHOR
PAGE
Twelfth-Century Lyric, A
Author Unknown. 16620
Twickenham Ferry - Théophile Marzials. 16356
Twilight
Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16818
Two Dreams Henry W. Austin. 16613
Two Guests Susan Marr Spalding. 17017
Two Locks of Hair, The · Gustav Pfizer. 16469
Two Robbers F. W. Bourdillon. 16644
-
UNDER THE KING - Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16632
Universal Worship - John Pierpont. 16884
Unknown Ideal - Do Sigerson. 16737
Unmarked Festival, An - Alice Meynell. 16369
Unnumbered - Thomas Lovell Beddoes. 16593
Unto the Least of These Little Ones
Amélie Rives. 16454
VAGABONDS, THE
John Townsend Trowbridge. 16762
Vanitas ! Vanitatum, Vanitas! - Goethe. 16472
V-A-S-E, The James Jeffrey Roche. 16693
Vesper Hymn Samuel Longfellow. 16858
Vicar of Bray, The - Author Unknown. 16699
Virginians of the Valley
Francis Orrery Ticknor. 16559
Vision of a Fair Woman Ancient Erse. 16592
Volume of Dante, A
Caroline Wilder Fellowes.
16494
Voyage, The - Caroline Atherton Mason. 16896
.
Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea, A
Allan Cunningham. 17022
What Life Is Julie M. Lippmann. 16840
What My Lover Said - Homer G. Greene. 16612
What's A' the Steer, Kimmer ?
Robert Allan. 16426
What the King said to Christ at the
Judgment - Isa Carrington Cabell. 16907
What the Sonnet Is
Eugene Lee-Hamilton. 16774
Whenas in Silks my Julia Goes
Robert Herrick. 16628
When Did We Meet ? - Elaine Goodale. 16596
When My Cousin Comes to Town
W. P. Bourke. 16676
When the World is Burning
Ebenezer Jones. 16534
When We Are All Asleep
Robert Buchanan. 16380
Whilst Thee I Seek - Helen M. Williams. 16406
White Rose
Author Unknown. 16627
White Rose Over the Water, The
Walter Thornbury. 16582
Why Thus Longing ?
Harriet Winslow Sewall. 16728
Wife of Usher's Well, The .
Author Unknown. 16931
Wild Honey Maurice Thompson. 16515
Wild Ride, The · Louise Imogen Guiney. 16827
Will of God, The
Frederick William Faber. 16897
Willy Reilly, an Ulster Ballad
16440
Wind of Death, The
Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16809
Wind of Memory, The (same) - 16904
Winged Worshipers, The
Charles Sprague. 16886
Winifreda
Author Unknown. 16616
Winter Pine, The
Charles Wellington Stone. 16559
Wishes and Prayers · Margaret Deland. 16894
Wishes for the Supposed Mistress
Richard Crashaw. 16599
Witch in the Glass, The - Sarah M. B. Piatt. 16358
Witch, The Gottfried August Bürger. 16018
Within Anna Callender Brackett. 16665
Without and Within
Metastasio. 17003
Woman's Wish, A.
Mary Ashley Townsend. 16727
World's Justice, The · Emma Lazarus. 16792
Woodman, Spare That Tree!
George P. Morris. 16415
Woodside Way, The
Ethelwyn Wetherald. 16468
YE GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND
Martyn Parker. 16430
-
-
WAE's ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE
William Glen. 16427
Waking of the Lark, The - Eric Mackay. 16516
Wanderer, The William Canton. 16409
Wants of Man, The
John Quincy Adams. 16715
Wassail Chorus
Theodore Watts-Dunton. 16476
Watch on the Rhine, The
Max Schneckenburger. 16437
Watching
Emily Chubbuck Judson (“Fanny
Forrester. ”)
17014
Wave-Won
E. Pauline Johnson (« Tekahion-
wake”)
16595
We Are Children Robert Buchanan. 16854
We Are the Music-Makers
Arthur O'Shaughnessy. 16771
Wearing of the Green, The
Dion Boucicault. 16396
Weaving of the Tartan, The
Alice C. MacDonell. 16428
Web, The
Cora Fabbri. 16642
Wedding of Pale Bronwen - Ernest Rhys. 16921
Werena My Heart Licht
Lady Grizel Baillie. 16384
## p. 16331 (#31) ###########################################
16331
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
THE OLD CONTINENTALS
(CARMEN BELLICOSUM)
IN
N THEIR ragged regimentals
Stood the old Continentals,
Yielding not,
When the grenadiers were lunging,
And like hail fell the plunging
Cannon shot;
When the files
Of the isles
Froin the smoky night encampment bore the banner of the rampant
Unicorn,
And grummer, grummer, grummer, rolled the roll of the drummer
Through the morn!
But with eyes to the front all,
And with guns horizontal,
Stood our sires:
And the balls whistled deadly,
And in streams flashing redly
Blazed the fires;
As the swift
Billows' drift
Drove the dark battle breakers o'er the green sodded acres
Of the plain,
And louder, louder, louder, cracked the black gunpowder,
Cracking amain!
Now like smiths at their forges
Labored red St. George's
Cannoneers,
And the « villainous saltpetre”
Rang a fierce discordant metre
Round their ears;
Like the roar
On a shore,
## p. 16332 (#32) ###########################################
16332
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
Rose the Horse Guards' clangor, as they rode in roaring anger
On our flanks:
Then higher, higher, higher, burned the old-fashioned fire
Through the ranks!
And the old-fashioned colonel
Galloped through the white infernal
Powder cloud;
His broadsword was swinging
And his brazen throat was ringing,
Trumpet loud:
Then the blue
Bullets flew,
And the trooper jackets reddened at the touch of the leaden
Rifle breath,
And rounder, rounder, rounder, roared the iron six-pounder,
Hurling death!
GUY HUMPHREY MCMASTER.
THE HADLEY WEATHERCOCK
0
N HADLEY steeple proud I sit,
Steadfast and true; I never Ait:
Summer and winter, night and day,
The merry winds around me play;
And far below my gilded feet
The generations come and go
In one unceasing ebb and flow,
Year after year in Hadley street.
I nothing care - I only know
God sits above, he wills it so;
While roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
-
The hands that for me paid the gold
A century since have turned to mold;
And all the crowds who saw me new
In seventeen hundred fifty-two,
(A noble town was Hadley then,
And beautiful as one could find,)
Dead, long years dead, and out of mind,
Those stately dames and gallant men!
## p. 16333 (#33) ###########################################
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16333
But I abide, while the are low.
God ruleth all, he wills it so:
And roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
The wind blew south, the wind blew north;
I saw an army marching forth;
And when the wind was hushed and still,
I heard them talk of Bunker Hill.
From Saratoga, bold Burgoyne
(His sullen redcoats, past the town,
To Aqua Vitæ's plain marched down)
In Hadley mansion stopped to dine.
The new State comes! The King must go!
Glory to God who wills it so!
And roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
In Hadley street the same unrest.
On every breeze that hither comes,
I hear the rolling of the drums,
And well do I know the warning;
The wind blows north, the wind blows south,
The ball has left the cannon's mouth,
And the land is filled with mourning.
In Freedom's name they struck the blow:
The Land is One, God wills it so.
And roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
Though all things change upon the ground,
Unchanging, sure, I'm ever found.
In calm or tempest, sun or rain,
No eye inquires of me in vain.
Though many a man betray his trust,
Though some may honor sell, or buy,
Like Peter some their Lord deny,
Yet here I preach till I am rust:
Blow high, blow low, come weal, or woe,
God sits above, he wills it so.
Then roundabout, and roundabout, and roundabout I go,
The way o' the wind, the changing wind, the way o' the wind to show.
JULIA TAFT BAYNE.
## p. 16334 (#34) ###########################################
16334
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
JUST A MULTITUDE OF CURLS
UST a
JuWeighing down a little head;
Two wide eyes not blue nor gray,
Like the sky 'twixt night and day;
Small red mouth
- and all to say
Has been said.
Just a saucy word or glance,
And a hand held out to kiss;
Just a curl - a ribbon through -
Just a flower, fresh and blue -
And to think what men will do
Just for this!
CORA FABBRI.
THE ROSE OF KENMARE
? 've been soft in a small way
On the girleens of Galway,
And the Limerick lasses have made me feel quare;
But there's no use denyin',
No girl I've set eye on
Could compate wid Rose Ryan of the town of Kenmare.
Oh, where
Can her like be found ?
No where,
The country round,
Spins at her wheel
Daughter as true,
Sets in the reel
Wid a slide of the shoe,
a slinderer,
tinderer,
purtier,
wittier colleen than you,
Rose, aroo!
Her hair mocks the sunshine,
And the soft silver moonshine
Neck and arm of the colleen completely eclipse;
## p. 16335 (#35) ###########################################
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
16335
Whilst the nose of the jewel
Slants straight as Carran Tual
From the heaven in her eye to her heather-sweet lip.
Oh, where, etc.
Did your eyes ever follow
The wings of the swallow
Here and there, light as air, o'er the meadow field glance ?
For if not, you've no notion
Of the exquisite motion
Of her sweet little feet as they dart in the dance.
Oh, where, etc.
If y' inquire why the nightingale
Still shuns th' invitin' gale
That wafts every song-bird but her to the west,
Faix she knows, I suppose,
Ould Kenmare has a Rose
That would sing any bulbul to sleep in her nest.
Oh, where, etc.
When her voice gives the warnin'
For the milkin' in the mornin',
Ev'n the cow known for hornin' comes runnin' to her pail;
The lambs play about her,
And the small bonneens snout her
Whilst their parints salute her wid a twisht of the tail.
Oh, where, etc.
When at noon from our labor
We draw neighbor wid neighbor
From the heat of the sun to the shelter of the tree,
Wid spuds fresh from the bilin',
And new milk, you come smilin',
All the boys' hearts beguilin', alannah machree!
Oh, where, etc.
But there's one sweeter hour
When the hot day is o'er,
And we rest at the door wid the bright moon above,
And she's sittin' in the middle;
When she's guessed Larry's riddle,
Cries, "Now for your fiddle, Shiel huv, Shiel Dhuv. "
(
## p. 16336 (#36) ###########################################
16336
SONGS HYMNS AND LYRICS
Oh, where
Can her like be found ?
No where,
The country round,
Spins at her wheel
Daughter as true,
Sets in the reel,
Wid a slide of the shoe,
a slinderer,
tinderer,
purtier,
wittier colleen than you,
Rose, aroo !
ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES.
IRISH LULLABY
a
I”
'D ROCK my own sweet childie to rest in a cradle of gold on
bough of the willow,
To the shoheen ho of the wind of the west and the lulla lo of the
soft sea billow.
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother is here beside your pillow.
I'd put my own sweet childie to sleep in a silver boat on the beauti-
ful river,
Where a shoheen whisper the white cascades, and a lulla lo the
green flags shiver.
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother is here with you for ever.
Lulla lo! to the rise and fall of mother's bosom 'tis sleep has bound
you,
And oh, my child, what cosier nest for rosier rest could love have
found you?
Sleep, baby dear,
Sleep without fear:
Mother's two arms are clasped around you.
ALFRED PERCIVAL GRAVES.
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THE NUT-BROWN MAID
B
E it ryght or wrong, these men among
On women do complayne:
Affyrmynge this, how that it is
A labour spent in vayne
To love them wele; for never a dele
They love a man agayne:
For late a man do what he can,
Theyr favour to attayne,
Yet yf a newe do them persue,
Theyr first true lover than
Laboureth for nought; for from her thought
He is a banyshed man.
I say nat nay, but that all day
It is bothe writ and sayd
That woman's faith is, as who sayth,
All utterly decayd;
But neverthelesse ryght good wytnésse
In this case might be layd,
That they love true and continúe:
Recorde the Not-browne Mayd, -
Which, when her love came, her to prove,
To her to make his mone,
Wold nat depart; for in her hart
She loved but hym alone.
Than betwaine us late us dyscus
What was all the manere
Betwayne them two: we wyll also
Tell all the payne and fere
That she is in. Now I begyn
I
So that ye me answere;
Wherfore all ye that present be
I
pray you gyve an ere:-
I am the knyght: I come by nyght,
As secret as I can;
Sayinge, "Alas! thus standeth the case:
I am a banyshed man. ”
SHE
And I your wyll for to fulfyll
In this wyll nat refuse;
XXVII-1022
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Trustying to shewe, in wordès fewe,
That men have an yll use
(To theyr own shame) women to blame,
And causelesse them accuse:
Therfore to you I answere nowe,
All women to excuse,-
Myne owne hart dere, with what you chere
I pray you, tell anone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
It standeth so,-a dede is do
Whereof grete harme shall growe:
My destiny is for to dy
A shamefull deth, I trowe;
Or elles to fle: the one must be.
None other way I knowe,
But to withdrawe as an outlawe,
And take me to my bowe.
Wherfore, adue, my owne hart true!
None other rede I can;
For I must to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
O Lord, what is thys worldys blysse,
That changeth as the mone!
My somers day in lusty May
Is derked before the none.
I here you say farewell: nay, nay,
We départ nat so sone.
Why say ye so ? wheder wyll ye go?
Alas! what have ye done ?
All my welfáre to sorrowe and care
Sholde chaunge, yf ye were gone
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
I can beleve it shall you greve,
And somewhat you dystrayne:
But aftyrwarde, your paynes harde
Within a day or twayne
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Shall some aslake; and ye shall take
Comfort to you agayne.
Why sholde ye ought? for to make thought,
Your labour were in vayne.
And thus I do; and pray you to
As hartely as I can:
For I must to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Now, syth that ye have shewed to me
The secret of your mynde,
I shall be playne to you agayne,
Lyke as ye shall me fynde.
Syth it is so, that ye wyll go,
I wolle not leve behynde:
Shall never be sayd, the Not-browne Mayd
Was to her love unkynde.
Make you redy, for so am I,
Allthough it were anone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Yet I you rede to take good hede
What men wyll thynke and say:
Of yonge and olde it shall be tolde,
That ye be gone away,
Your wanton wyll for to fulfyll,
In grene wode you to play;
And that ye myght from your delyght
No lenger make delay.
Rather than ye sholde thus for me
Be called an yll womán,
Yet wolde I to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Though it be songe of old and yonge,
That I sholde be to blame,
Theyrs be the charge, that speke so large
In hurtynge of my name:
For I wyll prove that faythfulle love
It is devoyd of shame:
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In your dystresse and hevynesse,
To part with you, the same:
And sure all tho, that do not so,
True lovers are they none;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
I counceyle you, remember howe
It is no maydens lawe,
Nothynge to dout, but to renne out
To wode with an outlawe:
For ye must there in your hand bere
A bowe, redy to drawe;
And as a thefe, thus must you lyve,
Ever in drede and awe:
Wherby to you grete harme myght growe:
Yet had I lever than
That I had to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
I thinke nat nay, but as ye say,
It is no maidens lore:
But love may make me for your sake,
As I have sayd before,
To come on fote, to hunt, and shote,
To gete us mete in store;
For so that I your company
May have, I aske no more:
From which to part, it maketh my hart
As colde as ony stone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
For an outlawe this is the lawe,
That men hym take and bynde;
Without pyté, hanged to be,
And waver with the wynde.
If I had nede, (as God forbede ! )
What rescous coude ye fynde ?
Forsoth, I trowe, ye and your bowe
For fere wolde drawe behynde:
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And no mervayle; for lytell avayle
Were in your counceyle than:
Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Right wele know ye, that woman be
But feble for to fyght:
No womenhede it is indede
To be bolde as a knyght:
Yet in such fere yf that ye were
With enemyes day or nyght,
I wolde with stande, with bowe in hande,
To greve them as I myght,
And you to save; as women have
From deth, men many one:
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
НЕ
Yet take good hede; for ever I drede
That ye coude nat sustayne
The thornie wayes, the deep valléies,
The snowe, the frost, the rayne,
The colde, the hete: for dry or wete,
We must lodge on the playne;
And, us above, none other rofe
But a brake bush, or twayne:
Which some sholde greve you, I beleve;
And ye wolde gladly than
That I had to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Syth I have here bene partynére
With you of joy and blysse,
I must also part of your wo
Endure, as reson is;
Yet am I sure of one plesúre
And shortely, it is this:
That where ye be, me semeth, pardé,
I could not fare amysse.
Without more speche,
I
you
beseche
That we were sone agone;
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For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
If ye go thyder, ye must consyder,
Whan ye have lust to dyne,
There shall no mete be for you gete,
Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wyne.
No schetés clene, to lye betwene,
Made of threde and twyne;
None other house but leves and bowes,
To cover your hed and myne.
O myne harte swete, this evyll dyéte
Sholde make you pale and wan;
Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Amonge the wild dere, such an archére
As men say that ye be
Ne may nat fayle of good vitayle,
Where is so grete plenté;
And water clere of the ryvére
Shall be full swete to me:
With which in hele I shall ryght wele
Endure, as ye shall see;
And, or we go, a bedde or two
I can provyde anone:
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Lo! yet, before, ye must do more,
Yf ye wyll go with me:
As cut your here up by your ere,
Your kyrtel by the kne;
With bowe in hande, for to withstande
Your enemyes, yf nede be:
And this same nyght, before daylight,
To wode-warde wyll I fle.
Yf that ye wyll all this fulfill,
Do it shortely as ye can;.
Els wyll I to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
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SHE
I shall as nowe do more for you
Than longeth to womanhede;
To shote my here, a bowe to bere,
To shote in tyme of nede.
O my swete mother, before all other
For you I have most drede:
But nowe adue! I must ensue
Where fortune doth me lede.
All this make ye: now let us fle;
The day cometh fast upon:
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Nay, nay, nat so; ye shall nat go,
And I shall tell ye why:
Your appetyght is to be lyght
Of love, I wele espy;
For lyke as ye have sayd to me,
In lyke wyse hardely
Ye wolde answére whosoever it were,
In way of company.
It is sayd of olde, Sone hot, sone colde;
And so is a woman.
Wherfore I to the wode wyll go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Yf ye take hede, it is no nede
Such wordes to say by me:
For oft ye prayed, and longe assayed,
Or I you loved, pardé;
And though that I of auncestry
A barons daughter be,
Yet have you proved howe I you loved,
A squyer of lowe degre:
And ever shall, whatso befall
To dy therfore anone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
A barons chylde to be begylde!
It were a cursèd dede;
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To be feláwe with an outlawe!
Almighty God forbede!
Yet better were the pore squyére
Alone to forest yede,
Than ye sholde say another day,
That, by my cursèd dede,
Ye were betrayed; wherfore, good mayd,
The best rede that I can,
Is, that I to the grene wode go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Whatever befall, I never shall
Of this thyng you upbrayd;
But yf ye go, and leve me so,
Then have ye me betrayd.
Remember you wele, howe that ye 'dele:
For yf ye, as ye sayd,
Be so unkynde, to leve behynde
Your love, the Not-browne Mayd,
Trust me truly, that I shall dy
Sone after ye be gone;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
HE
Yf that ye went, ye sholde repent:
For in the forest nowe
I have purvayed me of a mayd,
Whom I love more than you;
Another fayrére than ever ye were,
I dare it wele avowe:
And of ye bothe eche sholde be wrothe
With other, as I trowe.
It were myne ese, to lyve in pese;
So wyll I, yf I can:
Wherfore I to the wode wyll go
Alone, a banyshed man.
SHE
Though in the wode I undyrstode
Ye had a paramour,
All this may nought remove my thought,
But that I will be your :
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And she shall fynde me soft, and kynde,
And courteys every hour;
Glad to fulfyll all that she wyll
Commaunde me to my power:
For had ye, lo, an hundred mo,
Of them I wolde be one;
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone.
