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Let pow'rful music too essay
Now fancy, now the fit is o'er :
THE BRAES OF YARROW.
TO LADY JANE HOME.
IN IMITATION OF THE ANCIENT SCOTTISH MANNER.
A. Busk ye, busk ye, my bony bony bride,
Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow ? Busk ye, busk ye, my bony bony bride,
And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow,
B. Where gat ye that bony bony bride ?
Where gat ye that winsome marrow?
Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Weep not, weep not, my winsome marrow,
Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow.
Why does she weep thy winsome marrow?
Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow? A. Lang maun she weep, lang maun she, maun she
weep, Lang maun she weep with dule and sorrow, And lang maun I nae mair weil be seen
Puing the birks on the Braes of Yarrow. For she has tint her luver luver dear,
Her luver dear, the cause of sorrow, And I hae slain the comeliest swain
That e'er pu'd birks on the Braes of Yarrow. Why runs thy stream, O Yarrow, Yarrow red ?
Why on thy braes heard the voice of sorrow? And why yon ineloncholeous weids
Hung on the bony birks of Yarrow.
What yonder floats on the rueful rueful flude?
What's yonder floats ? O dule and sorrow! 'Tis he the comely swain I slew
Upon the duletul Braes of Yarrow.
His wounds in tears with dule and sorrow,
And lay him on the Braes of Yarrow.
Ye sisters sad, his tomb with sorrow,
His helpless fate on the Braes of Yarrow. Curse ye, curse ye, his useless useless shield,
My arm that wrought the deed of sorrow, The fatal spear that pierc'd his breast,
His comely breast, on the Braes of Yarrow. Did I not warn thee not to lue,
And warn from fight, but, to my sorrow, O'er rashly bald a stronger arm
Thou met'st, and fell on the Braes of Yarrow. Sweet smells the birk, green grows, green grows the
Sweet the wave of Yarrow flowan.
As green its grass, its gowan yellow,
The apple frae the rock as mellow,
In floury bands thou him didst fetter,
Than me he never lued thee better. Busk ye, then busk, my bony bony bride,
Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow, Busk ye, and lue me on the banks of Tweed,
And think nae mair on the Braes of Yarrow.
C. How can I busk a bony bony bride,
How can I busk a winsome marrow, How lue him on the banks of Tweed,
That slew my luve on the Braes of Yarrow. O Yarrow fields, may never never rain,
No dew thy tender blossoms cover,
My luve, as he had not been a lover.
His purple vest, 'twas my awn seuing,
He was in these to meet his ruin. The boy took out his milk-white milk-white steed,
Unheedful of my dule and sorrow, But e'er the toofal of the night
He lay a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow. Much I rejoic'd that waeful, waeful day;
I sang, my voice the woods returning, But lang e'er night the spear was flown
That slew my love, and left me mourning. What can my barbarous barbarous father do,
But with his cruel rage pursue me? My luver's blood is on thy spear,
How canst thou, barbarous man, then woo me?
My happy sisters may be may be proud,
With cruel and ungentle scoffin, May bid me seek on Yarrow Braes
My luver nailed in his coffin. My brother Douglas may upbraid,
And strive with threatning words to muve me, My luver's blood is on thy spear,
How canst thou ever bid me luve thee? Yes, yes, prepare the bed, the bed of love,
With bridal sheets my body cover, Unbar ye bridal maids the door,
Let in the expected husband lover.
But who the expected husband husband is?
His hands methinks are bath'd in slaughter, Ah me! what ghastly spectre's yon,
Comes in his pale shroud, bleeding after.. Pale as he is, here lay him lay him down,
O lay his cold head on my pillow; Take aff take aff these bridal weids,
And crown my careful head with willow. Pale tho' thou art, yet best yet best beluvid,
O could my warmth to life restore thee, Yet lie all night between my briests,
No youth lay ever there before thee. Pale pale indeed, O lovely lovely youth,
Forgive forgive so foul a slaughter, And lye all night between my briests,
No youth shall ever lye there after. A. Return, return, O mournful mournful bride,
Return and dry thy useless sorrow, Thy luver heeds nought of thy sighs,
He lyes a corpse on the Braes of Yarrow.