HUNTING SONG WAKEN, lords and ladies gay! With hawk, and horse, and hunting spear! Waken, lords and ladies gay! The mist has left the mountain grey, Waken, lords and ladies gay! We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd; Louder, louder chant the lay, Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee, Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk, Think of this, and rise with day, 'Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy water?' 'O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. 'And fast before her father's men 'His horsemen hard behind us ride; When they have slain her lover?' Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, It is not for your silver bright, 'And by my word! the bonny bird By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, Their trampling sounded nearer.— 6 'O haste thee, haste!' the lady cries, Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, When, oh! too strong for human hand, And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, His wrath was changed to wailing. For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: - One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. The evil spirit of the waters. 'Come back! come back!' he cried in grief, 6 Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, 'Twas vain the loud waves lashed the shore, The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. CAMPBELL. THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER WHEN my mother died I was very young, · There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head, That curl'd like a lamb's back, was shaved; so I said, Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare, You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair.' And so he was quiet: and that very night, And by came an angel, who had a bright key, Then, naked and white, all their bags left behind, And so Tom awoke; and we rose in the dark, W. BLAKE. |