LOVE AND DEATH HELEN OF KIRCONNELL Cursed be the heart that thought the thought, When in my arms burd Helen dropped, O think na ye my heart was sair, When my Love dropped and spak nae mair! There did she swoon wi' meikle care, On fair Kirconnell lea. As I went down the water side, I lighted down my sword to draw, For her sake that died for me. O Helen fair, beyond compare! O that I were where Helen lies! Willy Drowned in Yarrow O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I'd be blest, I wish my grave were growing green, On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish I were where Helen lies! For her sake that died for me. 1035 Unknown WILLY DROWNED IN YARROW "WILLY's rare, and Willy's fair, "Yestreen I made my bed fu' braid, "Oh came you by yon water-side? Or came you by yon meadow green? She sought him east, she sought him west, Syne in the cleaving of a craig, She found him drowned in Yarrow. Unknown ANNAN WATER "ANNAN Water's wading deep, And my Love Annie's wondrous bonny; And I am laith she should wet her feet, Because I love her best of ony." He's loupen on his bonny gray, He rade the right gate and the ready; And he has ridden o'er field and fell, "My bonny gray, now play your part! If ye be the steed that wins my dearie, With corn and hay ye'll be fed for aye, And never spur shall make you wearie." The gray was a mare, and a right gude mare; "O boatman, boatman, put off your boat, Put off your boat for golden money!" But for all the gold in fair Scotland, He dared not take him through to Annie. "Oh, I was sworn so late yestreen, The side was stey, and the bottom deep, For she heard the water-kelpy roaring. The Lament of the Border Widow 1037 He spurred her forth into the flood, I wot she swam both strong and steady; But the stream was broad, and her strength did fail, And he never saw his bonny lady! Unknown THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW My love he built me a bonnie bower, And clad it a' wi' lily flower; A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, There came a man, by middle day, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear; And left me in extremitie. I sewed his sheet, making my mane; I took his body on my back, I digged a grave, and laid him in, But think na ye my heart was sair, Nae living man I'll love again, Unknown ASPATIA'S SONG From "The Maid's Tragedy " LAY a garland on my hearse Maidens, willow branches bear; My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie John Fletcher [1579-1625] A BALLAD From the "What-d'ye-call-it " "TWAS when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined. Wide o'er the foaming billows Her head was crowned with willows, "Twelve months are gone and over, To that within my breast? "The merchant robbed of pleasure, Sees tempests in despair; But what's the loss of treasure, To losing of my dear? |