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May be, among the heathen folk

Thy William false doth prove, And puts away his faith and troth,

And takes another love. · Then wherefore sorrow for his loss?

Thy moans are all in vain :
And when his soul and body parte,

His falsehode brings him paine.' • O mother, mother! gone is gone;

My hope is all forlorne;
The grave mie onlye safeguard is-

0, had I ne'er been born!.
Go out, go out, my lampe of life;

In grislie darkness die:
There is no mercye, sure, above !

For ever let me lie.'
Almighty God! O do not judge
My poor unhappy childe;
She knows not what her lips pronounce,

Her anguish makes her wilde.
• My girl, forget thine earthly woe,

And think on God and bliss ;
For so, at least, shall not thy soule

Its heavenly bridegroom miss.'
O mother, mother! what is blisse,

And what the fiendis' celle?
With him, 'tis heaven any where,

Without my William, helle.
• Go out, go out, my lamp of life;

In endless darkness die:
Without him I must loathe the earth,

Without him scorne the skye.'

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And so despaire did rave and rage

Athwarte her boiling veins,
Against the Providence of God

She hurlde her impious strains.
She bet her breaste, and wrung her hands,

And rollde her tearlesse eye,
From rise of morne till the pale stars

Again did freeke the skye.
When harke! abroade she hearde the trampe

Of nimble-hoofed steed;
She hearde a knighte with clanke alighte,

And climb the staire in speede.
And soon she herde a tinkling hande,

That twirled at the pin;
And through her door, that open'd not,

These words were breathed in.
• What ho! what ho! thy dore undoe;

Art watching or asleepe?
My love, dost yet remember mee,

And dost thou laugh or weep?'
• Ah! William here so late at night!

Oh! I have watchte and waked : Whence dost thou come? For thy return

My herte has sorely aked.'
* At midnight only we may ride;

I come o'er land and sea :
I mounted late, but soone I go;

Aryse, and come with me.'
O William, enter first my bowre,

And give me one embrace:
The blasts athwarte the hawthorne hiss;

Awayte a little space.'.

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Looke up;

'Though blasts athwarte the hawthorne hiss,

I may not harboure here;
My spurre is sharpe, my courser pawes,

My houre of flighte is nere.
• All as thou lyest upon thy couch,

Aryse, and mount behinde;
To-night we'le ride a thousand miles,

The bridal bed to finde.'
How, ride to-night a thousand miles ?

Thy love thou dost bemocke;
Eleven is the stroke that still
Rings on within the clocke.'

the moone is bright, and we
Outstride the earthlie men :
I'll take thee to the bridal bed,

And night shall end but then.'
And where is, then, thy house and home;

And where thy bridal bed?'
( 'Tis narrow, silent, chilly, dark;

Far hence I rest my head.'
• And is there any room for mee,

Wherein that I may creepe ?'
There's room enough for thee and mee,

Wherein that we may sleepe.
• All as thou ly'st upon thy couch,

Aryse, no longer stop;
The wedding guests thy coming waite,

The chamber dore is ope.'
All in her şarke, as there she lay,

Jpon his horse she sprung;
And with her lily hands so pale

About her William clang.


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And hurry-skurry forth they goe,

Unheeding wet or drye:
And horse and rider snort and blowe,

And sparkling pebbles flye.
How swift the flood, the mead, the wood,

Aright, aleft, are gone!
The bridges thunder as they pass,

But earthlie sowne is none.
Tramp, tramp, across the land they speed;

Splash, splash, across the see:
Hurrah! the dead can ride apace;

Dost feare to ride with mee?
The moone is bryghte, and blue the nyghte;

Dost quake the blaste to stem?
Dost shudder, mayde, to seeke the dead ?'

* No, no, but what of them?"
• How glumlie sownes yon dirgye song!

Night ravens flappe the wing.
What knell doth slowlie toll ding dong?

The psalmes of death who sing?
" It creeps, the swarthie funeral traine,

The corse is onn the beere;
Like croke of todes from lonely moores,

The chaunt doth meet the eere.'
Go, bear her corse when midnight's past,

With song and tear and wayle;
I've gott my wife, I take her home,

My howre of wedlocke hayl. • Lead forth, 0 clarke, the chaunting quire,

To swell our nuptial song: Come, preaste, and reade the blessing soone;

For bed, for bed we long.'


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They heede his calle, and husht the sowne;.

The biere was seene no more;
And followde him ore feeld and flood

Yet faster than before.
Halloo! halloo! away they goe,

Unheeding wet or drye;
And horse and rider snorte and blowe,

And sparkling pebbles flye.
How swifte the hill, how swifte the dale,

Aright, aleft, are gone!
By hedge and tree, by thorpe and towne,

They gallop, gallop on.
Tramp, tramp, across the land they speede;

Splash, splash, acrosse the see: · Hurrah! the dead can ride apace;

Dost fear to ride with me? • Look up, look up, an airy crewe

In roundel daunces reele: The moon is bryghte, and blue the nyghte,

Mayst dimlie see them wheele.
• Come to, come to, ye gostlie crew,

Come to, and follow mee,
And daunce for us the wedding daunce,

When we in bed shall be.'
And brush, brush, brush, the gostlie crew

Come wheeling ore their heads, All rustling like the wither'd leaves

That wyde the whirlwind spreads,
Halloo! halloo! away they goe,

Unheeding wet or drye;
And horse and rider snort and blowe,

And sparkling pebbles flye.



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