SIMON WASTELL (1560-1630). Like as the damask rose you see, The rose withers, the blossom blasteth; The gourd consumes, and man he dies. Like to the grass that's newly sprung, The grass withers, the tale is ended; ROBIN HOOD AND ALLIN-A-DALE. ANONYMOUS. Come, listen to me, you gallants so free, There he was aware of a brave young man, The youngster was clothed in scarlet red, And he did frisk it over the plain, As Robin Hood next morning stood There did he espy the same young man The scarlet he wore the day before It was clean cast away; And at every step he fetched a sigh"Alack, and a well-a-day!" Then stepped forth brave Little John, And Midge, the miller's son, Which made the young man bend his bow, When as he saw them come. "Stand off, stand off!" the young man said; And when he came bold Robin before, And that I have kept this seven long years, "Yesterday I should have married a maid, "What is thy name?" then said Robin Hood; "By the faith of my body," then said the young man, "My name it is Allin-a-Dale." "What wilt thou give me," said Robin Hood, "In ready gold or fee, "What hast thou here?" the bishop then said; "I prithee now tell unto me." "I am a bold harper," quoth Robin Hood, "And the best in the north countree." "O welcome, O welcome!" the bishop he said, "That music best pleaseth me." "You shall have no music," quoth Robin Hood, "Till the bride and the bridegroom I see." With that came in a wealthy knight, Which was both grave and old; And after him a finikin lass Did shine like the glistering gold. "This is not a fit match," quoth bold Robin Hood, "That you do seem to make here; For since we are come into the church, The bride shall choose her own dear." When four-and-twenty bowmen bold And when they came into the church-yard, Marching all in a row, The very first man was Allin-a-Dale "This is thy true love," Robin he said, "Young Allin, as I hear say; And you shall be married at this same time, Before we depart away." "That shall not be," the bishop he said, "For thy word shall not stand; They shall be three times asked in the church, As the law is of our land.” Robin Hood pulled off the bishop's coat, And put it on Little John: When Little John went into the quire He asked them seven times in the church, And he that takes her from Allin-a-Dale, Full dearly he shall her buy." And thus having end of this merry wedding, The bride looked like a queen; And so they returned to the merry greenwood, Amongst the leaves so green. WALY, WALY. ANONYMOUS. First published as an old song in Allan Ramsay's "Tea-Table Miscellany," in 1724. Part of it (by Robert Chambers all of it) has been pieced into a later ballad on the Marchioness of Douglass; married 1670, and deserted by her husband. Oh waly, waly,' up the bank, Oh waly, waly, doun the brae," Where I and my love were wont to gae! I leaned my back unto an aik, I thocht it was a trustie tree, ANONYMOUS AND MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie, We were a comely sicht to see; But had I wist, before I kissed, That love had been so ill to win, Oh, oh! if my young babe were born, EDWARD. ANONYMOUS. This remarkable little dramatic ballad was first printed in Percy's "Reliques," from a manuscript transmitted by Lord Hailes. There are several versions, and a good German translation of it by Herder. "Why does your brand sae drap wi' blude, "Oh, I ha'e killed my hawk sae gude, Oh, I ha'e killed my hawk sae gude, "What penance will ye dree for that, Edward, Edward? What penance will ye dree for that? My dear son, now tell me, O." "I'll set my feet in yonder boat, Mither, mither: I'll set my feet in yonder boat, And I'll fare o'er the sea, O." "And what will ye do wi' your towers and ha', Edward, Edward? And what will ye do wi' your towers and ha', That were sae fair to see, O ?" "I'll let them stand till they doun fa', I'll let them stand till they donn fa'; 83 "And what will ye leave to your bairns and wife, Edward, Edward? And what will ye leave to your bairns and wife, The warld's room: let them beg through life; "And what will ye leave to your mither dear, "The curse of hell frae me sall ye bear, LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. ANONYMOUS (1570). Love me little, love me long, Is the burden of my song. If thou lovest me too much, I'm with little well content, And a little from thee sent Is enough, with true intent, To be steadfast friend. Say thou lov'st me while thou live, While that life endures: Nay, and after death, in sooth, This my love assures. Constant love is moderate ever, A suit of durance let it be Lasting everinore. Winter's cold or Summer's heat, Autumn's tempests on it beat, It can never know defeat, Never can rebel: Such the love that I would gain, Such the love, I tell thee plain, Thou must give, or woo in vainSo to thee farewell! LINES WRITTEN BY ONE IN THE TOWER, BEING YOUNG, AND CONDEMNED TO DIE. CHIDIOCK TYCHBORN. Chidiock Tychborn, the author of these lines, shared in Babington's conspiracy, and was executed with him in 1586. For more about him, see an article in D'Israeli's "Curiosities of Literature." My prime of youth is but a frost of cares; My crop of corn is but a field of tares; The spring is past, and yet it hath not spruug; The fruit is dead, and yet the leaves are green; My youth is gone, and yet I am but young; I saw the world, and yet I was not seen: My thread is cut, and yet it is not spun; And now I live, and now my life is done. I sought my death, and found it in the womb; I looked at life, and saw it was a shade; I trod the earth, and knew it was my tomb; And now I die, and now I am but made: The glass is full, and now my glass is run; And now I live, and now my life is done. |