And as I rode by Dalton-hall Beneath the turrets high, A Maiden on the castle wall "O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair, "If, Maiden, thou would'st wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we, As read full well you may, Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, As blithe as Queen of May." Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair, I'd rather rove with Edmund there, "I read you, by your bugle-horn, I read you for a Ranger sworn, His blast is heard at merry morn, Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair, I would I were with Edmund there, To reign his Queen of May! "With burnish'd brand and musketoon, So gallantly you come, I read you for a bold Dragoon, But when the beetle sounds his hum, Yet mickle must the maiden dare, Would reign my Queen of May! "Maiden! a nameless life I lead, A nameless death I'll die; The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead, And when I'm with my comrades met, What once we were we all forget, "Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair, BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY. IN Scarlet towne, where I was borne, All in the merrye month of May, When green buds they were swellin, Young Jemmye Grove on his death-bed lay, For love of Barbara Allen. He sent his man unto her then, To the town where she was dwellin; "You must come to my master deare, Giff your name be Barbara Allen. "For death is printed on his face, "Though death be printed on his face, Yet little better shall he be So slowly, slowly, she came up, He turned his face unto the wall, As she was walking ore the fields, She turned her body round about, And spied the corps a coming: "Laye down, laye down the corps," she sayd, "That I may look upon him." "Farewell," she sayd, "ye virgins all, Of cruel Barbara Allen." ALICE BRAND. From THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Sir Walter Scott. I. MERRY it is in the good greenwood, When the mavis1 and merle 2 are singing, When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry, And the hunter's horn is ringing. "O Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright, |