"That ftraite I wille myfel betake “Udto a nunnerie, "In faste and prayre to ende my dayes "And kepte that vowe fhalle bee: "Go yee, and feeke a fairer bride, "And live in pleasaunce gaye, "While to the house of godlineffe “I take myfel awaye." Naye, doe nae wende yee quite awaye, "She's gane."-He heav'd a deepe-drawne fighe, XXI. T The DEATH of ALLEN: a Ballad, HE bells they rang all in the morn, And Allen he rofe full foon, Sad tydings were heard for Allen to hear, Then Allen he call'd on Thomas's name, "When laft we parted with brimful eye, Right-loving fhe made a vow; "But Richard has twice as many sheep, "And Mary forgets me now. "Then bear me to the green-grafs-bank, "Where we did kifs and play, "And tell her, the rain, that made it so green, Has wash'd my kifles away." The The bridegroom led the bride so fair, The priest he came anon; But Thomas he brought his dear friend's corfe, Or ere the wedding was done. He laid him on the green-grafs-bank, And told her, the rain, that made it fo green, When the beheld poor Allen's dead corfe, Her maiden blush was loft, She faded, as tho' on April morn Then all beneath one fatal ftone Falfe maidens, who break your plighted vow, XXII. The XXII. The DISTRESS of MARIAN: a Ballad. NE April ev'ning, when the fun ON Had journey'd down the sky, Sad Marian, with looks of woe, Tears trickled down her faded cheek, "Oh! what a wretch am I become, "The golden fun that daily fhines, "Or pleasure to my eye. "This little river, when I drefs'd, "Has ferv'd me for a glass; "But now it only fhews how love, "Has ruin'd this poor face. "What charms could happy Lucy boaft, "To fix thy wav'ring mind ? "What charms in Lucy more than me, "Ungrateful, couldst thou find? "Haft thou forgot the tender vows "Which at my feet were made? "Yet I'll not spend my dying hour "Thy falfehood to upbraid. "But what remaining breath I have "Yer one poor boon, before I die, "When you with Lucy fhall affix "The happy marriage-day, "Oh! do not o'er my green-grafs-grave "Inhuman take thy way." CADWAL: |