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They followed from the
bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank;
And further there were none !
She is a living child ;
Upon the lonesome wild.
And never looks behind ;
• Hunting Song WAKEN, lords and ladies gay ! On the mountain dawns the day ; All the jolly chase is here, With hawk, and horse, and hunting spear ! Hounds are in their couples yelling, Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling ; Merrily, merrily, mingle they, "Waken, lords and ladies Waken, lords and ladies gay! The mist has left the mountain grey, Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming ; And foresters have busy been, To track the buck in thicket green ; Now we come to chant our lay, “Waken, lords and ladies gay.' Waken, lords and ladies gay! To the greenwood haste away; We can show you where he lies, Fleet of foot, and tall of size ; We can show the marks he made, When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd ; You shall see him brought to bay"Waken, lords and ladies gay.'
Louder, louder chant the lay,
SIR W. SCOTT.
Lord Ullin's Daughter
A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound,
Cries, ‘Boatman, do not tarry ! And I'll give thee a silver pound,
To row us o'er the ferry.' “Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle,
This dark and stormy water?' ‘O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,
And this Lord Ullin's daughter. · And fast before her father's men
Three days we've fled together, For should he find us in the glen,
My blood would stain the heather. ‘His horsemen hard behind us ride ;
Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride
When they have slain her lover?' Outspoke the hardy Highland wight,
' I'll go, my chief— I'm ready ; It is not for your silver bright,
But for your winsome lady :
In danger shall not tarry ;
I'll row you o'er the ferry.'-
· The evil spirit of the waters.
Alid in the scowl of heaven each face
Grew dark as they were speaking.
And as the night grew drearer,
Their trampling sounded nearer.-
'Though tempests round us gather ;
But not an angry father.'-
A stormy sea before her -
The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Of waters fast prevailing :
His wrath was changed to wailing.-
His child he did discover :-
And one was round her lover.
Across this stormy water :
My daughter!-oh my daughter !'-
Return or aid preventing ;-
The Chimney-Sweeper WHEN my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue Could scarcely cry, “weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!' So your chimneys I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
There's little Tom Dacre, who cried when his head,
“A maiden's vows,' old Callum spoke,
Are lightly made, and lightly broke ;
The frost-wind soon shall sweep away
• The swan,' she said, 'the lake's clear breast
Still in the water-lily's shade
Ballad of Agincourt
FAIR stood the wind for France,
Longer will tarry;
Landed King Harry.
And, taking many a fort,
In happy hour,