And what shoulder and what art, What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? When the stars threw down their spears, Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? SONG OF THE WESTERN MEN A GOOD Sword and a trusty hand! King James's men shall understand And have they fixed the where and when? Out spake their captain brave and bold, "If London Tower were Michael's hold, "We'll cross the Tamar land to land, The Severn is no stay, With one and all and hand in hand, "And when we come to London Wall, A pleasant sight to view; Come forth, come forth, ye cowards all, Trelawney, he's in keep and hold, Trelawney, he may die; But here's twenty thousand Cornish bold Will know the reason why. ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER. LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF "Он, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee. "Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, 66 Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. Oh, hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day!" SIR WALTER SCOTT. THE BONNIE BANKS O' FORDIE THERE were three ladies lived in a bower, And they went out to pull a flower They had not pulled a flower but one, He's taken the first sister by her hand, And he's turned her round and made her stand. "Now will ye be a rank robber's wife, Or will ye die by my wee penknife?" "Oh, I'll not be a rank robber's wife, He's killed this maiden and laid her by, He's taken the second one by the hand, "Now will ye be a rank robber's wife, Or will ye die by my wee penknife ?" "Oh, I'll not be a rank robber's wife, He's killed this maiden and laid her by He's taken the youngest one by the hand, Says: "Will ye be a rank robber's wife, "Oh, I'll not be a rank robber's wife, "For I have a brother in this wood, And if you kill me, why he'll kill thee.” "What's your brother's name? Come tell to me." "My brother's name is Babylon." "O sister, sister, what have I done! Oh, have I done this ill to thee!" OLD BALLAD. |