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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: A Book of Ballads, Volume 4 + +Author: Various + +Editor: Beverly Nichols + +Posting Date: April 29, 2014 [EBook #7534] +Release Date: February, 2005 +First Posted: May 15, 2003 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK OF BALLADS, VOLUME 4 *** + + + + +Produced by David Widger, Juliet Sutherland, Phil McLaury, +Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team. Text version by Al Haines. + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<center> +<h1>A BOOK OF OLD BALLADS</h1> + +<h4>Selected and with an Introduction</h4> + +<h3>by</h3> + +<h2>BEVERLEY NICHOLS</h2> +<br><br> + + +<img alt="001.jpg (14K)" src="images/001.jpg" height="223" width="280"> + +</center> +<br><br> + + +<br><br><br><br> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + +<p> +<a href="#chap01">EDWARD, EDWARD</a><br> +<a href="#chap02">KING LEIR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS</a><br> +<a href="#chap03">HYND HORN</a><br> +<a href="#chap04">JOHN BROWN'S BODY</a><br> +<a href="#chap05">TIPPERARY</a><br> +<a href="#chap06">THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON</a><br> +<a href="#chap07">THE THREE RAVENS</a><br> +<a href="#chap08">THE GABERLUNZIE MAN</a><br> +<a href="#chap09">THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL</a><br> +<a href="#chap10">THE LYE</a><br> +<a href="#chap11">THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL</a> +</p> + + +<p> +<i>The source of these ballads will be found in the Appendix +at the end<br> +of this book.</i> +</p> + +<br><br><br><br> + + +<h2>LIST OF COLOUR PLATES</h2> + +<p> +<a href="#hynd">HYND HORN</a><br> +<a href="#islington">THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON</a><br> +<a href="#ravens">THE THREE RAVENS</a><br> +<a href="#usher">THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL</a></p> + + + +<br><br><br><br> + + + +<h2><a name="chap01">EDWARD, EDWARD</a></h2> +<img alt="250.jpg (98K)" src="images/250.jpg" height="521" width="754"> +<br><br> + +<p> Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid,<br> + Edward, Edward?<br> + Quhy dois zour brand sae drop wi' bluid?<br> + And quhy sae sad gang zee, O?<br> + O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid,<br> + Mither, mither:<br> + O, I hae killed my hauke sae guid:<br> + And I had nae mair bot hee, O.</p> + +<p> Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid,<br> + Edward, Edward.<br> + Zour haukis bluid was nevir sae reid,<br> + My deir son I tell thee, O.<br> + O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid,<br> + Mither, mither:<br> + O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid,<br> + That erst was sae fair and free, O.</p> + +<p> Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair,<br> + Edward, Edward;<br> + Zour steid was auld, and ze hae gat mair,<br> + Sum other dule ze drie, O.<br> + O, I hae killed my fadir deir,<br> + Mither, mither:<br> + O, I hae killed my fadir deir,<br> + Alas! and wae is mee, O!</p> + +<p> And quhatten penance wul ze drie for that,<br> + Edward, Edward?<br> + And quhatten penance will ze drie for that?<br> + My deir son, now tell mee, O.<br> + He set my feit in zonder boat,<br> + Mither, mither:<br> + He set my feit in zonder boat,<br> + And He fare ovir the sea, O.</p> + +<p> And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',<br> + Edward, Edward?<br> + And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha',<br> + That were sae fair to see, O?<br> + He let thame stand til they doun fa',<br> + Mither, mither:<br> + He let thame stand til they doun fa',<br> + For here nevir mair maun I bee, O.</p> + +<p> And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife,<br> + Edward, Edward?<br> + And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife,<br> + Quhan ze gang ovir the sea, O?<br> + The warldis room, let thame beg throw life,<br> + Mither, mither;<br> + The warldis room, let thame beg throw life,<br> + For thame nevir mair wul I see, O.</p> + +<p> And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir,<br> + Edward, Edward?<br> + And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir?<br> + My deir son, now tell me, O.<br> + The curse of hell frae me sail ze beir,<br> + Mither, mither:<br> + The curse of hell frae me sail ze beir,<br> + Sic counseils ze gave to me, O.</p> + + +<img alt="252.jpg (31K)" src="images/252.jpg" height="314" width="408"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap02">KING LEIR & HIS THREE DAUGHTERS</a></h2> +<img alt="253.jpg (112K)" src="images/253.jpg" height="603" width="780"> +<br><br> + +<p> King Leir once ruled in this land<br> + With princely power and peace;<br> + And had all things with hearts content,<br> + That might his joys increase.<br> + Amongst those things that nature gave,<br> + Three daughters fair had he,<br> + So princely seeming beautiful,<br> + As fairer could not be.</p> + +<p> So on a time it pleas'd the king<br> + A question thus to move,<br> + Which of his daughters to his grace<br> + Could shew the dearest love:<br> + For to my age you bring content,<br> + Quoth he, then let me hear,<br> + Which of you three in plighted troth<br> + The kindest will appear.</p> + +<p> To whom the eldest thus began;<br> + Dear father, mind, quoth she,<br> + Before your face, to do you good,<br> + My blood shall render'd be:<br> + And for your sake my bleeding heart<br> + Shall here be cut in twain,<br> + Ere that I see your reverend age<br> + The smallest grief sustain.</p> + +<p> And so will I, the second said;<br> + Dear father, for your sake,<br> + The worst of all extremities<br> + I'll gently undertake:<br> + And serve your highness night and day<br> + With diligence and love;<br> + That sweet content and quietness<br> + Discomforts may remove.</p> + +<p> In doing so, you glad my soul,<br> + The aged king reply'd;<br> + But what sayst thou, my youngest girl,<br> + How is thy love ally'd?<br> + My love (quoth young Cordelia then)<br> + Which to your grace I owe,<br> + Shall be the duty of a child,<br> + And that is all I'll show.</p> + +<p> And wilt thou shew no more, quoth he,<br> + Than doth thy duty bind?<br> + I well perceive thy love is small,<br> + When as no more I find.<br> + Henceforth I banish thee my court,<br> + Thou art no child of mine;<br> + Nor any part of this my realm<br> + By favour shall be thine.</p> + +<p> Thy elder sisters loves are more<br> + Then well I can demand,<br> + To whom I equally bestow<br> + My kingdome and my land,<br> + My pompal state and all my goods,<br> + That lovingly I may<br> + With those thy sisters be maintain'd<br> + Until my dying day.</p> + +<p> Thus flattering speeches won renown,<br> + By these two sisters here;<br> + The third had causeless banishment,<br> + Yet was her love more dear:<br> + For poor Cordelia patiently<br> + Went wandring up and down,<br> + Unhelp'd, unpity'd, gentle maid,<br> + Through many an English town:</p> + +<p> Untill at last in famous France<br> + She gentler fortunes found;<br> + Though poor and bare, yet she was deem'd<br> + The fairest on the ground:<br> + Where when the king her virtues heard,<br> + And this fair lady seen,<br> + With full consent of all his court<br> + He made his wife and queen.</p> + +<p> Her father king Leir this while<br> + With his two daughters staid:<br> + Forgetful of their promis'd loves,<br> + Full soon the same decay'd;<br> + And living in queen Ragan's court,<br> + The eldest of the twain,<br> + She took from him his chiefest means,<br> + And most of all his train.</p> + +<p> For whereas twenty men were wont<br> + To wait with bended knee:<br> + She gave allowance but to ten,<br> + And after scarce to three;<br> + Nay, one she thought too much for him;<br> + So took she all away,<br> + In hope that in her court, good king,<br> + He would no longer stay.</p> + +<p> Am I rewarded thus, quoth he,<br> + In giving all I have<br> + Unto my children, and to beg<br> + For what I lately gave?<br> + I'll go unto my Gonorell:<br> + My second child, I know,<br> + Will be more kind and pitiful,<br> + And will relieve my woe.</p> + +<p> Full fast he hies then to her court;<br> + Where when she heard his moan<br> + Return'd him answer, That she griev'd<br> + That all his means were gone:<br> + But no way could relieve his wants;<br> + Yet if that he would stay<br> + Within her kitchen, he should have<br> + What scullions gave away.</p> + +<p> When he had heard, with bitter tears,<br> + He made his answer then;<br> + In what I did let me be made<br> + Example to all men.<br> + I will return again, quoth he,<br> + Unto my Ragan's court;<br> + She will not use me thus, I hope,<br> + But in a kinder sort.</p> + +<p> Where when he came, she gave command<br> + To drive him thence away:<br> + When he was well within her court<br> + (She said) he would not stay.<br> + Then back again to Gonorell<br> + The woeful king did hie,<br> + That in her kitchen he might have<br> + What scullion boy set by.</p> + +<p> But there of that he was deny'd,<br> + Which she had promis'd late:<br> + For once refusing, he should not<br> + Come after to her gate.<br> + Thus twixt his daughters, for relief<br> + He wandred up and down;<br> + Being glad to feed on beggars food,<br> + That lately wore a crown.</p> + +<p> And calling to remembrance then<br> + His youngest daughters words,<br> + That said the duty of a child<br> + Was all that love affords:<br> + But doubting to repair to her,<br> + Whom he had banish'd so,<br> + Grew frantick mad; for in his mind<br> + He bore the wounds of woe:</p> + +<p> Which made him rend his milk-white locks,<br> + And tresses from his head,<br> + And all with blood bestain his cheeks,<br> + With age and honour spread.<br> + To hills and woods and watry founts<br> + He made his hourly moan,<br> + Till hills and woods and sensless things,<br> + Did seem to sigh and groan.</p> + +<p> Even thus possest with discontents,<br> + He passed o're to France,<br> + In hopes from fair Cordelia there,<br> + To find some gentler chance;<br> + Most virtuous dame! which when she heard,<br> + Of this her father's grief,<br> + As duty bound, she quickly sent<br> + Him comfort and relief:<br></p> + +<p> And by a train of noble peers,<br> + In brave and gallant sort,<br> + She gave in charge he should be brought<br> + To Aganippus' court;<br> + Whose royal king, with noble mind<br> + So freely gave consent,<br> + To muster up his knights at arms,<br> + To fame and courage bent.</p> + +<p> And so to England came with speed,<br> + To repossesse king Leir<br> + And drive his daughters from their thrones<br> + By his Cordelia dear.<br> + Where she, true-hearted noble queen,<br> + Was in the battel slain;<br> + Yet he, good king, in his old days,<br> + Possest his crown again.</p> + +<p> But when he heard Cordelia's death,<br> + Who died indeed for love<br> + Of her dear father, in whose cause<br> + She did this battle move;<br> + He swooning fell upon her breast,<br> + From whence he never parted:<br> + But on her bosom left his life,<br> + That was so truly hearted.</p> + +<p> The lords and nobles when they saw<br> + The end of these events,<br> + The other sisters unto death<br> + They doomed by consents;<br> + And being dead, their crowns they left<br> + Unto the next of kin:<br> + Thus have you seen the fall of pride,<br> + And disobedient sin.</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap03">HYND HORN</a></h2> +<img alt="261.jpg (111K)" src="images/261.jpg" height="559" width="821"> +<br><br> +<a name="hynd"></a> +<img alt="hynd.jpg (159K)" src="images/hynd.jpg" height="1007" width="750"> + + +<p> "Hynde Horn's bound, love, and Hynde Horn's free;<br> + Whare was ye born? or frae what cuntrie?"</p> + +<p> "In gude greenwud whare I was born,<br> + And all my friends left me forlorn.</p> + +<p> "I gave my love a gay gowd wand,<br> + That was to rule oure all Scotland.</p> + +<p> "My love gave me a silver ring,<br> + That was to rule abune aw thing.</p> + +<p> "Whan that ring keeps new in hue,<br> + Ye may ken that your love loves you.</p> + +<p> "Whan that ring turns pale and wan,<br> + Ye may ken that your love loves anither man."</p> + +<p> He hoisted up his sails, and away sailed he<br> + Till he cam to a foreign cuntree.</p> + +<p> Whan he lookit to his ring, it was turnd pale and wan;<br> + Says, I wish I war at hame again.</p> + +<p> He hoisted up his sails, and hame sailed he<br> + Until he cam till his ain cuntree.</p> + +<p> The first ane that he met with,<br> + It was with a puir auld beggar-man.</p> + +<p> "What news? what news, my puir auld man?<br> + What news hae ye got to tell to me?"</p> + +<p> "Na news, na news," the puir man did say,<br> + "But this is our queen's wedding-day."</p> + +<p> "Ye'll lend me your begging-weed,<br> + And I'll lend you my riding-steed."<br></p> + + +<p> "My begging-weed is na for thee,<br> + Your riding-steed is na for me."</p> + +<p> He has changed wi the puir auld beggar-man.</p> + +<p> "What is the way that ye use to gae?<br> + And what are the words that ye beg wi?"</p> + +<p> "Whan ye come to yon high hill,<br> + Ye'll draw your bent bow nigh until.</p> + +<p> "Whan ye come to yon town-end,<br> + Ye'll lat your bent bow low fall doun.</p> + +<p> "Ye'll seek meat for St Peter, ask for St Paul,<br> + And seek for the sake of your Hynde Horn all.</p> + +<p> "But tak ye frae nane o them aw<br> + Till ye get frae the bonnie bride hersel O."</p> + +<p> Whan he cam to yon high hill,<br> + He drew his bent bow nigh until.</p> + +<p> And when he cam to yon toun-end,<br> + He loot his bent bow low fall doun.</p> + +<p> He sought for St Peter, he askd for St Paul,<br> + And he sought for the sake of his Hynde Horn all.</p> + +<p> But he took na frae ane o them aw<br> + Till he got frae the bonnie bride hersel O.</p> + +<p> The bride cam tripping doun the stair,<br> + Wi the scales o red gowd on her hair.</p> + +<p> Wi a glass o red wine in her hand,<br> + To gie to the puir beggar-man.</p> + +<p> Out he drank his glass o wine,<br> + Into it he dropt the ring.</p> + +<p> "Got ye't by sea, or got ye't by land,<br> + Or got ye't aff a drownd man's hand?"</p> + +<p> "I got na't by sea, I got na't by land,<br> + Nor gat I it aff a drownd man's hand;</p> + +<p> "But I got it at my wooing,<br> + And I'll gie it to your wedding."</p> + +<p> "I'll tak the scales o gowd frae my head,<br> + I'll follow you, and beg my bread.</p> + +<p> "I'll tak the scales o gowd frae my hair,<br> + I'll follow you for evermair."</p> + +<p> She has tane the scales o gowd frae her head,<br> + She's followed him, to beg her bread.</p> + +<p> She has tane the scales o gowd frae her hair,<br> + And she has followd him evermair.</p> + +<p> Atween the kitchen and the ha,<br> + There he loot his cloutie cloak fa.</p> + +<p> The red gowd shined oure them aw,<br> + And the bride frae the bridegroom was stown awa.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap04">JOHN BROWN'S BODY</a></h2> +<img alt="265.jpg (62K)" src="images/265.jpg" height="459" width="826"> +<br><br> + +<p> Old John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,<br> + Because he fought for Freedom and the stricken Negro slave;<br> + Old John Brown's body lies a mould'ring in the grave,<br> + But his soul is marching on.</p> + +<p> <i>Chorus</i></p> + +<p> Glory, glory, Hallelujah!<br> + Glory, glory, Hallelujah!<br> + Glory, glory, Hallelujah!<br> + His soul is marching on.</p> + +<p> He was a noble martyr, was Old John Brown the true;<br> + His little patriot band into a noble army grew;<br> + He was a noble martyr, was Old John Brown the true,<br> + And his soul is marching on.</p> + +<p> 'Twas not till John Brown lost his life, arose in all its +might,<br> + The army of the Union men that won the fearful fight;<br> + But tho' the glad event, oh! it never met his sight,<br> + Still his soul is marching on.</p> + +<p> John Brown is now a soldier in that heavenly land above,<br> + Where live the happy spirits in their harmony and love,<br> + John Brown is now a soldier in that heavenly land above,<br> + And his soul is marching on.</p> + + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2> <a name="chap05">TIPPERARY</a></h2> +<img alt="267.jpg (73K)" src="images/267.jpg" height="413" width="780"> +<br><br> + +<p> Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day,<br> + As the streets are paved with gold, sure everyone was gay;<br> + Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square,<br> + Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there:--</p> + +<p><i>Chorus</i></p> + +<p> "It's a long way to Tipperary,<br> + It's a long way to go;<br> + It's a long way to Tipperary,<br> + To the sweetest girl I know!<br> + Good-bye Piccadilly,<br> + Farewell, Leicester Square,<br> + It's a long, long way to Tipperary,<br> + But my heart's right there!"</p> + +<p> Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O',<br> + Saying, "Should you not receive it, write and let me know!<br> + "If I make mistakes in 'spelling,' Molly dear,' said he,<br> + "Remember it's the pen that's bad, don't lay the blame on +me."</p> + +<p> Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O',<br> + Saying, "Mike Maloney wants to marry me, and so<br> + Leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you'll be to blame,<br> + For love has fairly drove me silly--hoping you're the +same!"</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap06">THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON</a></h2> +<img alt="269.jpg (103K)" src="images/269.jpg" height="557" width="779"> +<br><br> +<a name="islington"></a> +<img alt="islington.jpg (150K)" src="images/islington.jpg" height="1013" width="750"> + +<p> There was a youthe, and a well-beloved youthe,<br> + And he was a squires son:<br> + He loved the bayliffes daughter deare,<br> + That lived in Islington.</p> + +<p> Yet she was coye, and would not believe<br> + That he did love her soe,<br> + Noe nor at any time would she<br> + Any countenance to him showe.</p> + +<p> But when his friendes did understand<br> + His fond and foolish minde,<br> + They sent him up to faire London<br> + An apprentice for to binde.</p> + +<p> And when he had been seven long yeares,<br> + And never his love could see:<br> + Many a teare have I shed for her sake,<br> + When she little thought of mee.</p> + +<p> Then all the maids of Islington<br> + Went forth to sport and playe,<br> + All but the bayliffes daughter deare;<br> + She secretly stole awaye.</p> + +<p> She pulled off her gowne of greene,<br> + And put on ragged attire,<br> + And to faire London she would goe<br> + Her true love to enquire.</p> + +<p> And as she went along the high road,<br> + The weather being hot and drye,<br> + She sat her downe upon a green bank,<br> + And her true love came riding bye.</p> + +<p> She started up, with a colour soe redd,<br> + Catching hold of his bridle-reine;<br> + One penny, one penny, kind Sir, she sayd,<br> + Will ease me of much paine.</p> + +<p> Before I give you one penny, sweet-heart,<br> + Praye tell me where you were borne:<br> + At Islington, kind Sir, sayd shee,<br> + Where I have had many a scorne.</p> + +<p> I prythee, sweet-heart, then tell to mee,<br> + O tell me, whether you knowe<br> + The bayliffes daughter of Islington:<br> + She is dead, Sir, long agoe.</p> + +<p> If she be dead, then take my horse,<br> + My saddle and bridle also;<br> + For I will into some far countrye,<br> + Where noe man shall me knowe.</p> + +<p> O staye, O staye, thou goodlye youthe,<br> + She standeth by thy side;<br> + She is here alive, she is not dead,<br> + And readye to be thy bride.</p> + +<p> O farewell griefe, and welcome joye,<br> + Ten thousand times therefore;<br> + For nowe I have founde mine owne true love,<br> + Whom I thought I should never see more.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap07">THE THREE RAVENS</a></h2> +<img alt="272.jpg (71K)" src="images/272.jpg" height="430" width="786"> +<br><br> + +<a name="ravens"></a> +<img alt="ravens.jpg (150K)" src="images/ravens.jpg" height="992" width="750"> + +<p> There were three rauens sat on a tree,<br> + Downe a downe, hay down, hay downe<br> + There were three rauens sat on a tree,<br> + With a downe<br> + There were three rauens sat on a tree,<br> + They were as blacke as they might be<br> + With a downe derrie, derrie, derrie, downe, downe</p> + +<p> The one of them said to his mate,<br> + "Where shall we our breakefast take?"</p> + +<p> "Downe in yonder greene field,<br> + There lies a knight slain vnder his shield.</p> + +<p> "His hounds they lie downe at his feete,<br> + So well they can their master keepe.</p> + +<p> "His haukes they flie so eagerly,<br> + There's no fowle dare him come nie."</p> + +<p> Downe there comes a fallow doe,<br> + As great with yong as she might goe.</p> + +<p> She lift up his bloudy hed,<br> + And kist his wounds that were so red.</p> + +<p> She got him up upon her backe,<br> + And carried him to earthen lake.</p> + +<p> She buried him before the prime,<br> + She was dead herselfe ere even-song time.</p> + +<p> God send every gentleman,<br> + Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap08">THE GABERLUNZIE MAN</a></h2> +<img alt="274.jpg (114K)" src="images/274.jpg" height="544" width="778"> +<br><br> + +<p> The pauky auld Carle come ovir the lee<br> + Wi' mony good-eens and days to mee,<br> + Saying, Good wife, for zour courtesie,<br> + Will ze lodge a silly poor man?<br> + The night was cauld, the carle was wat,<br> + And down azont the ingle he sat;<br> + My dochtors shoulders he gan to clap,<br> + And cadgily ranted and sang.</p> + +<p> O wow! quo he, were I as free,<br> + As first when I saw this countrie,<br> + How blyth and merry wad I bee!<br> + And I wad nevir think lang.<br> + He grew canty, and she grew fain;<br> + But little did her auld minny ken<br> + What thir slee twa togither were say'n,<br> + When wooing they were sa thrang.</p> + +<p> And O! quo he, ann ze were as black,<br> + As evir the crown of your dadyes hat,<br> + Tis I wad lay thee by my backe,<br> + And awa wi' me thou sould gang.<br> + And O! quoth she, ann I were as white,<br> + As evir the snaw lay on the dike,<br> + Ild dead me braw, and lady-like,<br> + And awa with thee Ild gang.</p> + +<p> Between them twa was made a plot;<br> + They raise a wee before the cock,<br> + And wyliely they shot the lock,<br> + And fast to the bent are they gane.<br> + Up the morn the auld wife raise,<br> + And at her leisure put on her claiths,<br> + Syne to the servants bed she gaes<br> + To speir for the silly poor man.</p> + +<p> She gaed to the bed, whair the beggar lay,<br> + The strae was cauld, he was away,<br> + She clapt her hands, cryd, Dulefu' day!<br> + For some of our geir will be gane.<br> + Some ran to coffer, and some to kist,<br> + But nought was stown that could be mist.<br> + She dancid her lane, cryd, Praise be blest,<br> + I have lodgd a leal poor man.</p> + +<p> Since naithings awa, as we can learn,<br> + The kirns to kirn, and milk to earn,<br> + Gae butt the house, lass, and waken my bairn,<br> + And bid her come quickly ben.<br> + The servant gaed where the dochter lay,<br> + The sheets was cauld, she was away,<br> + And fast to her goodwife can say,<br> + Shes aff with the gaberlunzie-man.</p> + +<p> O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,<br> + And haste ze, find these traitors agen;<br> + For shees be burnt, and hees be slein,<br> + The wearyfou gaberlunzie-man.<br> + Some rade upo horse, some ran a fit<br> + The wife was wood, and out o' her wit;<br> + She could na gang, nor yet could sit,<br> + But ay did curse and did ban.</p> + +<p> Mean time far hind out owre the lee,<br> + For snug in a glen, where nane could see,<br> + The twa, with kindlie sport and glee<br> + Cut frae a new cheese a whang.<br> + The priving was gude, it pleas'd them baith,<br> + To lo'e her for ay, he gae her his aith.<br> + Quo she, to leave thee, I will laith,<br> + My winsome gaberlunzie-man.</p> + +<p> O kend my minny I were wi' zou,<br> + Illfardly wad she crook her mou,<br> + Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow,<br> + Aftir the gaberlunzie-mon.<br> + My dear, quo he, zee're zet owre zonge;<br> + And hae na learnt the beggars tonge,<br> + To follow me frae toun to toun,<br> + And carrie the gaberlunzie on.</p> + +<p> Wi' kauk and keel, Ill win zour bread,<br> + And spindles and whorles for them wha need,<br> + Whilk is a gentil trade indeed<br> + The gaberlunzie to carrie--o.<br> + Ill bow my leg and crook my knee,<br> + And draw a black clout owre my ee,<br> + A criple or blind they will cau me:<br> + While we sail sing and be merrie--o.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap09">THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL</a></h2> +<img alt="278.jpg (121K)" src="images/278.jpg" height="552" width="772"> +<br><br> +<a name="usher"></a> +<img alt="usher.jpg (140K)" src="images/usher.jpg" height="1028" width="750"> + +<p> There lived a wife at Usher's Well,<br> + And a wealthy wife was she;<br> + She had three stout and stalwart sons,<br> + And sent them oer the sea.</p> + +<p> They hadna been a week from her,<br> + A week but barely ane,<br> + Whan word came to the carline wife<br> + That her three sons were gane.</p> + +<p> They hadna been a week from her,<br> + A week but barely three,<br> + Whan word came to the carlin wife<br> + That her sons she'd never see.</p> + +<p> "I wish the wind may never cease,<br> + Nor fashes in the flood,<br> + Till my three sons come hame to me,<br> + In earthly flesh and blood."</p> + +<p> It fell about the Martinmass,<br> + When nights are lang and mirk,<br> + The carlin wife's three sons came hame,<br> + And their hats were o the birk.</p> + +<p> It neither grew in syke nor ditch,<br> + Nor yet in ony sheugh;<br> + But at the gates o Paradise,<br> + That birk grew fair eneugh.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> "Blow up the fire, my maidens,<br> + Bring water from the well;<br> + For a' my house shall feast this night,<br> + Since my three sons are well."</p> + +<p> And she has made to them a bed,<br> + She's made it large and wide,<br> + And she's taen her mantle her about,<br> + Sat down at the bed-side.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> Up then crew the red, red cock,<br> + And up and crew the gray;<br> + The eldest to the youngest said,<br> + 'Tis time we were away.</p> + +<p> The cock he hadna crawd but once,<br> + And clappd his wings at a',<br> + When the youngest to the eldest said,<br> + Brother, we must awa.</p> + +<p> "The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,<br> + The channerin worm doth chide;<br> + Gin we be mist out o our place,<br> + A sair pain we maun bide.</p> + +<p> "Fare ye weel, my mother dear!<br> + Fareweel to barn and byre!<br> + And fare ye weel, the bonny lass<br> + That kindles my mother's fire!"</p> + +<img alt="280.jpg (10K)" src="images/280.jpg" height="392" width="285"> +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap10">THE LYE</a></h2> +<img alt="281.jpg (96K)" src="images/281.jpg" height="419" width="795"> +<br><br> + +<p> Goe, soule, the bodies guest,<br> + Upon a thanklesse arrant;<br> + Feare not to touche the best,<br> + The truth shall be thy warrant:<br> + Goe, since I needs must dye,<br> + And give the world the lye.</p> + +<p> Goe tell the court, it glowes<br> + And shines like rotten wood;<br> + Goe tell the church it showes<br> + What's good, and doth no good:<br> + If church and court reply,<br> + Then give them both the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell potentates they live<br> + Acting by others actions;<br> + Not lov'd unlesse they give,<br> + Not strong but by their factions;<br> + If potentates reply,<br> + Give potentates the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell men of high condition,<br> + That rule affairs of state,<br> + Their purpose is ambition,<br> + Their practise onely hate;<br> + And if they once reply,<br> + Then give them all the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell them that brave it most,<br> + They beg for more by spending,<br> + Who in their greatest cost<br> + Seek nothing but commending;<br> + And if they make reply,<br> + Spare not to give the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell zeale, it lacks devotion;<br> + Tell love, it is but lust;<br> + Tell time, it is but motion;<br> + Tell flesh, it is but dust;<br> + And wish them not reply,<br> + For thou must give the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell age, it daily wasteth;<br> + Tell honour, how it alters:<br> + Tell beauty, how she blasteth;<br> + Tell favour, how she falters;<br> + And as they shall reply,<br> + Give each of them the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell wit, how much it wrangles<br> + In tickle points of nicenesse;<br> + Tell wisedome, she entangles<br> + Herselfe in over-wisenesse;<br> + And if they do reply,<br> + Straight give them both the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell physicke of her boldnesse;<br> + Tell skill, it is pretension;<br> + Tell charity of coldness;<br> + Tell law, it is contention;<br> + And as they yield reply,<br> + So give them still the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell fortune of her blindnesse;<br> + Tell nature of decay;<br> + Tell friendship of unkindnesse;<br> + Tell justice of delay:<br> + And if they dare reply,<br> + Then give them all the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell arts, they have no soundnesse,<br> + But vary by esteeming;<br> + Tell schooles, they want profoundnesse;<br> + And stand too much on seeming:<br> + If arts and schooles reply.<br> + Give arts and schooles the lye.</p> + +<p> Tell faith, it's fled the citie;<br> + Tell how the countrey erreth;<br> + Tell, manhood shakes off pitie;<br> + Tell, vertue least preferreth:<br> + And, if they doe reply,<br> + Spare not to give the lye.</p> + +<p> So, when thou hast, as I<br> + Commanded thee, done blabbing,<br> + Although to give the lye<br> + Deserves no less than stabbing,<br> + Yet stab at thee who will,<br> + No stab the soule can kill.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> +<h2><a name="chap11">THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL</a></h2> +<img alt="285.jpg (52K)" src="images/285.jpg" height="367" width="783"> +<br><br> + +<p>I.</p> + +<p> He did not wear his scarlet coat,<br> + For blood and wine are red,<br> + And blood and wine were on his hands<br> + When they found him with the dead,<br> + The poor dead woman whom he loved,<br> + And murdered in her bed.</p> + +<p> He walked amongst the Trial Men<br> + In a suit of shabby grey;<br> + A cricket cap was on his head,<br> + And his step seemed light and gay;<br> + But I never saw a man who looked<br> + So wistfully at the day.</p> + +<p> I never saw a man who looked<br> + With such a wistful eye<br> + Upon that little tent of blue<br> + Which prisoners call the sky,<br> + And at every drifting cloud that went<br> + With sails of silver by.</p> + +<p> I walked, with other souls in pain,<br> + Within another ring,<br> + And was wondering if the man had done<br> + A great or little thing,<br> + When a voice behind me whispered low,<br> + <i>"That fellow's got to swing."</i></p> + +<p> Dear Christ! the very prison walls<br> + Suddenly seemed to reel,<br> + And the sky above my head became<br> + Like a casque of scorching steel;<br> + And, though I was a soul in pain,<br> + My pain I could not feel.</p> + +<p> I only knew what hunted thought<br> + Quickened his step, and why<br> + He looked upon the garish day<br> + With such a wistful eye;<br> + The man had killed the thing he loved,<br> + And so he had to die.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> Yet each man kills the thing he loves,<br> + By each let this be heard,<br> + Some do it with a bitter look,<br> + Some with a flattering word.<br> + The coward does it with a kiss,<br> + The brave man with a sword!</p> + +<p> Some kill their love when they are young,<br> + And some when they are old;<br> + Some strangle with the hands of Lust,<br> + Some with the hands of Gold:<br> + The kindest use a knife, because<br> + The dead so soon grow cold.</p> + +<p> Some love too little, some too long,<br> + Some sell, and others buy;<br> + Some do the deed with many tears,<br> + And some without a sigh:<br> + For each man kills the thing he loves,<br> + Yet each man does not die.</p> + +<p> He does not die a death of shame<br> + On a day of dark disgrace,<br> + Nor have a noose about his neck,<br> + Nor a cloth upon his face,<br> + Nor drop feet foremost through the floor<br> + Into an empty space.</p> + +<p> He does not sit with silent men<br> + Who watch him night and day;<br> + Who watch him when he tries to weep,<br> + And when he tries to pray;<br> + Who watch him lest himself should rob<br> + The prison of its prey.</p> + +<p> He does not wake at dawn to see<br> + Dread figures throng his room,<br> + The shivering Chaplain robed in white,<br> + The Sheriff stern with gloom,<br> + And the Governor all in shiny black,<br> + With the yellow face of Doom.</p> + +<p> He does not rise in piteous haste<br> + To put on convict-clothes,<br> + While some coarse-mouthed Doctor gloats, and notes<br> + Each new and nerve-twitched pose,<br> + Fingering a watch whose little ticks<br> + Are like horrible hammer-blows.</p> + +<p> He does not feel that sickening thirst<br> + That sands one's throat, before<br> + The hangman with his gardener's gloves<br> + Comes through the padded door,<br> + And binds one with three leathern thongs,<br> + That the throat may thirst no more.</p> + +<p> He does not bend his head to hear<br> + The Burial Office read,<br> + Nor, while the anguish of his soul<br> + Tells him he is not dead,<br> + Cross his own coffin, as he moves<br> + Into the hideous shed.</p> + +<p> He does not stare upon the air<br> + Through a little roof of glass:<br> + He does not pray with lips of clay<br> + For his agony to pass;<br> + Nor feel upon his shuddering cheek<br> + The kiss of Caiaphas.</p> + +<p>II</p> + +<p> Six weeks the guardsman walked the yard<br> + In the suit of shabby grey:<br> + His cricket cap was on his head,<br> + And his step seemed light and gay,<br> + But I never saw a man who looked<br> + So wistfully at the day.</p> + +<p> I never saw a man who looked<br> + With such a wistful eye<br> + Upon that little tent of blue<br> + Which prisoners call the sky,<br> + And at every wandering cloud that trailed<br> + Its ravelled fleeces by.</p> + +<p> He did not wring his hands, as do<br> + Those witless men who dare<br> + To try to rear the changeling<br> + In the cave of black Despair:<br> + He only looked upon the sun,<br> + And drank the morning air.</p> + +<p> He did not wring his hands nor weep,<br> + Nor did he peek or pine,<br> + But he drank the air as though it held<br> + Some healthful anodyne;<br> + With open mouth he drank the sun<br> + As though it had been wine!</p> + +<p> And I and all the souls in pain,<br> + Who tramped the other ring,<br> + Forgot if we ourselves had done<br> + A great or little thing,<br> + And watched with gaze of dull amaze<br> + The man who had to swing.</p> + +<p> For strange it was to see him pass<br> + With a step so light and gay,<br> + And strange it was to see him look<br> + So wistfully at the day,<br> + And strange it was to think that he<br> + Had such a debt to pay.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> For oak and elm have pleasant leaves<br> + That in the spring-time shoot:<br> + But grim to see is the gallows-tree,<br> + With its adder-bitten root,<br> + And, green or dry, a man must die<br> + Before it bears its fruit!</p> + +<p> The loftiest place is that seat of grace<br> + For which all worldlings try:<br> + But who would stand in hempen band<br> + Upon a scaffold high,<br> + And through a murderer's collar take<br> + His last look at the sky?</p> + +<p> It is sweet to dance to violins<br> + When Love and Life are fair:<br> + To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes<br> + Is delicate and rare:<br> + But it is not sweet with nimble feet<br> + To dance upon the air!</p> + +<p> So with curious eyes and sick surmise<br> + We watched him day by day,<br> + And wondered if each one of us<br> + Would end the self-same way,<br> + For none can tell to what red Hell<br> + His sightless soul may stray.</p> + +<p> At last the dead man walked no more<br> + Amongst the Trial Men,<br> + And I knew that he was standing up<br> + In the black dock's dreadful pen,<br> + And that never would I see his face<br> + For weal or woe again.</p> + +<p> Like two doomed ships that pass in storm<br> + We had crossed each other's way:<br> + But we made no sign, we said no word,<br> + We had no word to say;<br> + For we did not meet in the holy night,<br> + But in the shameful day.</p> + +<p> A prison wall was round us both,<br> + Two outcast men we were:<br> + The world had thrust us from its heart,<br> + And God from out His care:<br> + And the iron gin that waits for Sin<br> + Had caught us in its snare.</p> + +<p>III.</p> + +<p> In Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,<br> + And the dripping wall is high,<br> + So it was there he took the air<br> + Beneath the leaden sky,<br> + And by each side a Warder walked,<br> + For fear the man might die.</p> + +<p> Or else he sat with those who watched<br> + His anguish night and day;<br> + Who watched him when he rose to weep,<br> + And when he crouched to pray;<br> + Who watched him lest himself should rob<br> + Their scaffold of its prey.</p> + +<p> The Governor was strong upon<br> + The Regulations Act:<br> + The Doctor said that Death was but<br> + A scientific fact:<br> + And twice a day the Chaplain called,<br> + And left a little tract.</p> + +<p> And twice a day he smoked his pipe,<br> + And drank his quart of beer:<br> + His soul was resolute, and held<br> + No hiding-place for fear;<br> + He often said that he was glad<br> + The hangman's day was near.</p> + +<p> But why he said so strange a thing<br> + No warder dared to ask:<br> + For he to whom a watcher's doom<br> + Is given as his task,<br> + Must set a lock upon his lips<br> + And make his face a mask.</p> + +<p> Or else he might be moved, and try<br> + To comfort or console:<br> + And what should Human Pity do<br> + Pent up in Murderer's Hole?<br> + What word of grace in such a place<br> + Could help a brother's soul?</p> + +<p> With slouch and swing around the ring<br> + We trod the Fools' Parade!<br> + We did not care: we knew we were<br> + The Devil's Own Brigade:<br> + And shaven head and feet of lead<br> + Make a merry masquerade.</p> + +<p> We tore the tarry rope to shreds<br> + With blunt and bleeding nails;<br> + We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,<br> + And cleaned the shining rails:<br> + And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,<br> + And clattered with the pails.</p> + +<p> We sewed the sacks, we broke the stones,<br> + We turned the dusty drill:<br> + We banged the tins, and bawled the hymns,<br> + And sweated on the mill:<br> + But in the heart of every man<br> + Terror was lying still.</p> + +<p> So still it lay that every day<br> + Crawled like a weed-clogged wave:<br> + And we forgot the bitter lot<br> + That waits for fool and knave,<br> + Till once, as we tramped in from work,<br> + We passed an open grave.</p> + +<p> With yawning mouth the yellow hole<br> + Gaped for a living thing;<br> + The very mud cried out for blood<br> + To the thirsty asphalte ring:<br> + And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair<br> + Some prisoner had to swing.</p> + +<p> Right in we went, with soul intent<br> + On Death and Dread and Doom:<br> + The hangman, with his little bag,<br> + Went shuffling through the gloom:<br> + And I trembled as I groped my way<br> + Into my numbered tomb.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> That night the empty corridors<br> + Were full of forms of Fear,<br> + And up and down the iron town<br> + Stole feet we could not hear,<br> + And through the bars that hide the stars<br> + White faces seemed to peer.</p> + +<p> He lay as one who lies and dreams<br> + In a pleasant meadow-land,<br> + The watchers watched him as he slept,<br> + And could not understand<br> + How one could sleep so sweet a sleep<br> + With a hangman close at hand.</p> + +<p> But there is no sleep when men must weep<br> + Who never yet have wept:<br> + So we--the fool, the fraud, the knave--<br> + That endless vigil kept,<br> + And through each brain on hands of pain<br> + Another's terror crept.</p> + +<p> Alas! it is a fearful thing<br> + To feel another's guilt!<br> + For, right, within, the Sword of Sin<br> + Pierced to its poisoned hilt,<br> + And as molten lead were the tears we shed<br> + For the blood we had not spilt.</p> + +<p> The warders with their shoes of felt<br> + Crept by each padlocked door,<br> + And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,<br> + Grey figures on the floor,<br> + And wondered why men knelt to pray<br> + Who never prayed before.</p> + +<p> All through the night we knelt and prayed,<br> + Mad mourners of a corse!<br> + The troubled plumes of midnight shook<br> + The plumes upon a hearse:<br> + And bitter wine upon a sponge<br> + Was the savour of Remorse.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> The grey cock crew, the red cock crew,<br> + But never came the day:<br> + And crooked shapes of Terror crouched,<br> + In the corners where we lay:<br> + And each evil sprite that walks by night<br> + Before us seemed to play.</p> + +<p> They glided past, they glided fast,<br> + Like travellers through a mist:<br> + They mocked the moon in a rigadoon<br> + Of delicate turn and twist,<br> + And with formal pace and loathsome grace<br> + The phantoms kept their tryst.</p> + +<p> With mop and mow, we saw them go,<br> + Slim shadows hand in hand:<br> + About, about, in ghostly rout<br> + They trod a saraband:<br> + And the damned grotesques made arabesques,<br> + Like the wind upon the sand!</p> + +<p> With the pirouettes of marionettes,<br> + They tripped on pointed tread:<br> + But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear,<br> + As their grisly masque they led,<br> + And loud they sang, and long they sang,<br> + For they sang to wake the dead.</p> + +<p> <i>"Oho!" they cried, "The world is wide,<br> + But fettered limbs go lame!<br> + And once, or twice, to throw the dice<br> + Is a gentlemanly game,<br> + But he does not win who plays with Sin<br> + In the secret House of Shame."</i></p> + +<p> No things of air these antics were,<br> + That frolicked with such glee:<br> + To men whose lives were held in gyves,<br> + And whose feet might not go free,<br> + Ah! wounds of Christ! they were living things,<br> + Most terrible to see.</p> + +<p> Around, around, they waltzed and wound;<br> + Some wheeled in smirking pairs;<br> + With the mincing step of a demirep<br> + Some sidled up the stairs:<br> + And with subtle sneer, and fawning leer,<br> + Each helped us at our prayers.</p> + +<p> The morning wind began to moan,<br> + But still the night went on:<br> + Through its giant loom the web of gloom<br> + Crept till each thread was spun:<br> + And, as we prayed, we grew afraid<br> + Of the Justice of the Sun.</p> + +<p> The moaning wind went wandering round<br> + The weeping prison-wall:<br> + Till like a wheel of turning steel<br> + We felt the minutes crawl:<br> + O moaning wind! what had we done<br> + To have such a seneschal?</p> + +<p> At last I saw the shadowed bars,<br> + Like a lattice wrought in lead,<br> + Move right across the whitewashed wall<br> + That faced my three-plank bed,<br> + And I knew that somewhere in the world<br> + God's dreadful dawn was red.</p> + +<p> At six o'clock we cleaned our cells,<br> + At seven all was still,<br> + But the sough and swing of a mighty wing<br> + The prison seemed to fill,<br> + For the Lord of Death with icy breath<br> + Had entered in to kill.</p> + +<p> He did not pass in purple pomp,<br> + Nor ride a moon-white steed.<br> + Three yards of cord and a sliding board<br> + Are all the gallows' need:<br> + So with rope of shame the Herald came<br> + To do the secret deed.</p> + +<p> We were as men who through a fen<br> + Of filthy darkness grope:<br> + We did not dare to breathe a prayer,<br> + Or to give our anguish scope:<br> + Something was dead in each of us,<br> + And what was dead was Hope.</p> + +<p> For Man's grim Justice goes its way,<br> + And will not swerve aside:<br> + It slays the weak, it slays the strong,<br> + It has a deadly stride:<br> + With iron heel it slays the strong,<br> + The monstrous parricide!</p> + +<p> We waited for the stroke of eight:<br> + Each tongue was thick with thirst:<br> + For the stroke of eight is the stroke of Fate<br> + That makes a man accursed,<br> + And Fate will use a running noose<br> + For the best man and the worst.</p> + +<p> We had no other thing to do,<br> + Save to wait for the sign to come:<br> + So, like things of stone in a valley lone,<br> + Quiet we sat and dumb:<br> + But each man's heart beat thick and quick,<br> + Like a madman on a drum!</p> + +<p> With sudden shock the prison-clock<br> + Smote on the shivering air,<br> + And from all the gaol rose up a wail<br> + Of impotent despair,<br> + Like the sound that frightened marches hear<br> + From some leper in his lair.</p> + +<p> And as one sees most fearful things<br> + In the crystal of a dream,<br> + We saw the greasy hempen rope<br> + Hooked to the blackened beam,<br> + And heard the prayer the hangman's snare<br> + Strangled into a scream.</p> + +<p> And all the woe that moved him so<br> + That he gave that bitter cry,<br> + And the wild regrets, and the bloody sweats,<br> + None knew so well as I:<br> + For he who lives more lives than one<br> + More deaths than one must die.</p> + +<p>IV</p> + +<p> There is no chapel on the day<br> + On which they hang a man:<br> + The Chaplain's heart is far too sick,<br> + Or his face is far too wan,<br> + Or there is that written in his eyes<br> + Which none should look upon.</p> + +<p> So they kept us close till nigh on noon,<br> + And then they rang the bell,<br> + And the warders with their jingling keys<br> + Opened each listening cell,<br> + And down the iron stair we tramped,<br> + Each from his separate Hell.</p> + +<p> Out into God's sweet air we went,<br> + But not in wonted way,<br> + For this man's face was white with fear,<br> + And that man's face was grey,<br> + And I never saw sad men who looked<br> + So wistfully at the day.</p> + +<p> I never saw sad men who looked<br> + With such a wistful eye<br> + Upon that little tent of blue<br> + We prisoners called the sky,<br> + And at every happy cloud that passed<br> + In such strange freedom by.</p> + +<p> But there were those amongst us all<br> + Who walked with downcast head,<br> + And knew that, had each got his due,<br> + They should have died instead:<br> + He had but killed a thing that lived,<br> + Whilst they had killed the dead.</p> + +<p> For he who sins a second time<br> + Wakes a dead soul to pain,<br> + And draws it from its spotted shroud,<br> + And makes it bleed again,<br> + And makes it bleed great gouts of blood,<br> + And makes it bleed in vain!</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb<br> + With crooked arrows starred,<br> + Silently we went round and round<br> + The slippery asphalte yard;<br> + Silently we went round and round,<br> + And no man spoke a word.</p> + +<p> Silently we went round and round,<br> + And through each hollow mind<br> + The Memory of dreadful things<br> + Rushed like a dreadful wind,<br> + And Horror stalked before each man,<br> + And Terror crept behind.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> The warders strutted up and down,<br> + And watched their herd of brutes,<br> + Their uniforms were spick and span,<br> + And they wore their Sunday suits,<br> + But we knew the work they had been at,<br> + By the quicklime on their boots.</p> + +<p> For where a grave had opened wide,<br> + There was no grave at all:<br> + Only a stretch of mud and sand<br> + By the hideous prison-wall,<br> + And a little heap of burning lime,<br> + That the man should have his pall.</p> + +<p> For he has a pall, this wretched man,<br> + Such as few men can claim:<br> + Deep down below a prison-yard,<br> + Naked for greater shame,<br> + He lies, with fetters on each foot,<br> + Wrapt in a sheet of flame!</p> + +<p> And all the while the burning lime<br> + Eats flesh and bone away,<br> + It eats the brittle bone by night,<br> + And the soft flesh by day,<br> + It eats the flesh and bone by turns,<br> + But it eats the heart alway.</p> + +<p> * * * *</p> + +<p> For three long years they will not sow<br> + Or root or seedling there:<br> + For three long years the unblessed spot<br> + Will sterile be and bare,<br> + And look upon the wondering sky<br> + With unreproachful stare.</p> + +<p> They think a murderer's heart would taint<br> + Each simple seed they sow.<br> + It is not true! God's kindly earth<br> + Is kindlier than men know,<br> + And the red rose would but blow more red,<br> + The white rose whiter blow.</p> + +<p> Out of his mouth a red, red rose!<br> + Out of his heart a white!<br> + For who can say by what strange way,<br> + Christ brings His will to light,<br> + Since the barren staff the pilgrim bore<br> + Bloomed in the great Pope's sight?</p> + +<p> But neither milk-white rose nor red<br> + May bloom in prison-air;<br> + The shard, the pebble, and the flint,<br> + Are what they give us there:<br> + For flowers have been known to heal<br> + A common man's despair.</p> + +<p> So never will wine-red rose or white,<br> + Petal by petal, fall<br> + On that stretch of mud and sand that lies<br> + By the hideous prison-wall,<br> + To tell the men who tramp the yard<br> + That God's Son died for all.</p> + +<p> Yet though the hideous prison-wall<br> + Still hems him round and round,<br> + And a spirit may not walk by night<br> + That is with fetters bound,<br> + And a spirit may but weep that lies<br> + In such unholy ground.</p> + +<p> He is at peace-this wretched man--<br> + At peace, or will be soon:<br> + There is no thing to make him mad,<br> + Nor does Terror walk at noon,<br> + For the lampless Earth in which he lies<br> + Has neither Sun nor Moon.</p> + +<p> They hanged him as a beast is hanged:<br> + They did not even toll<br> + A requiem that might have brought<br> + Rest to his startled soul,<br> + But hurriedly they took him out,<br> + And hid him in a hole.</p> + +<p> The warders stripped him of his clothes,<br> + And gave him to the flies:<br> + They mocked the swollen purple throat,<br> + And the stark and staring eyes:<br> + And with laughter loud they heaped the shroud<br> + In which the convict lies.</p> + +<p> The Chaplain would not kneel to pray<br> + By his dishonoured grave:<br> + Nor mark it with that blessed Cross<br> + That Christ for sinners gave,<br> + Because the man was one of those<br> + Whom Christ came down to save.</p> + +<p> Yet all is well; he has but passed<br> + To Life's appointed bourne:<br> + And alien tears will fill for him<br> + Pity's long-broken urn,<br> + For his mourners will be outcast men,<br> + And outcasts always mourn.</p> + +<p>V</p> + +<p> I know not whether Laws be right,<br> + Or whether Laws be wrong;<br> + All that we know who lie in gaol<br> + Is that the wall is strong;<br> + And that each day is like a year,<br> + A year whose days are long.</p> + +<p> But this I know, that every Law<br> + That men have made for Man,<br> + Since first Man took his brother's life,<br> + And the sad world began,<br> + But straws the wheat and saves the chaff<br> + With a most evil fan.</p> + +<p> This too I know--and wise it were<br> + If each could know the same--<br> + That every prison that men build<br> + Is built with bricks of shame,<br> + And bound with bars lest Christ should see<br> + How men their brothers maim.</p> + +<p> With bars they blur the gracious moon,<br> + And blind the goodly sun:<br> + And they do well to hide their Hell,<br> + For in it things are done<br> + That Son of God nor son of Man<br> + Ever should look upon!</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> The vilest deeds like poison weeds,<br> + Bloom well in prison-air;<br> + It is only what is good in Man<br> + That wastes and withers there:<br> + Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,<br> + And the Warder is Despair.</p> + +<p> For they starve the little frightened child<br> + Till it weeps both night and day:<br> + And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool,<br> + And gibe the old and grey,<br> + And some grow mad, and all grow bad,<br> + And none a word may say.</p> + +<p> Each narrow cell in which we dwell<br> + Is a foul and dark latrine,<br> + And the fetid breath of living Death<br> + Chokes up each grated screen,<br> + And all, but Lust, is turned to dust<br> + In humanity's machine.</p> + +<p> The brackish water that we drink<br> + Creeps with a loathsome slime,<br> + And the bitter bread they weigh in scales<br> + Is full of chalk and lime,<br> + And Sleep will not lie down, but walks<br> + Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> But though lean Hunger and green Thirst<br> + Like asp with adder fight,<br> + We have little care of prison fare,<br> + For what chills and kills outright<br> + Is that every stone one lifts by day<br> + Becomes one's heart by night.</p> + +<p> With midnight always in one's heart,<br> + And twilight in one's cell,<br> + We turn the crank, or tear the rope,<br> + Each in his separate Hell,<br> + And the silence is more awful far<br> + Than the sound of a brazen bell.</p> + +<p> And never a human voice comes near<br> + To speak a gentle word:<br> + And the eye that watches through the door<br> + Is pitiless and hard:<br> + And by all forgot, we rot and rot,<br> + With soul and body marred.</p> + +<p> And thus we rust Life's iron chain<br> + Degraded and alone:<br> + And some men curse and some men weep,<br> + And some men make no moan:<br> + But God's eternal Laws are kind<br> + And break the heart of stone.</p> + +<p> And every human heart that breaks,<br> + In prison-cell or yard,<br> + Is as that broken box that gave<br> + Its treasure to the Lord,<br> + And filled the unclean leper's house<br> + With the scent of costliest nard.</p> + +<p> Ah! happy they whose hearts can break<br> + And peace of pardon win!<br> + How else man may make straight his plan<br> + And cleanse his soul from Sin?<br> + How else but through a broken heart<br> + May Lord Christ enter in?</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p> And he of the swollen purple throat,<br> + And the stark and staring eyes,<br> + Waits for the holy hands that took<br> + The Thief to Paradise;<br> + And a broken and a contrite heart<br> + The Lord will not despise.</p> + +<p> The man in red who reads the Law<br> + Gave him three weeks of life,<br> + Three little weeks in which to heal<br> + His soul of his soul's strife,<br> + And cleanse from every blot of blood<br> + The hand that held the knife.</p> + +<p> And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand,<br> + The hand that held the steel:<br> + For only blood can wipe out blood,<br> + And only tears can heal:<br> + And the crimson stain that was of Cain<br> + Became Christ's snow-white seal.</p> + +<p>VI</p> + +<p> In Reading gaol by Reading town<br> + There is a pit of shame,<br> + And in it lies a wretched man<br> + Eaten by teeth of flame,<br> + In a burning winding-sheet he lies,<br> + And his grave has got no name.</p> + +<p> And there, till Christ call forth the dead,<br> + In silence let him lie:<br> + No need to waste the foolish tear,<br> + Or heave the windy sigh:<br> + The man had killed the thing he loved,<br> + And so he had to die.</p> + +<p> And all men kill the thing they love,<br> + By all let this be heard,<br> + Some do it with a bitter look,<br> + Some with a flattering word,<br> + The coward does it with a kiss,<br> + The brave man with a sword!</p> + +<p>APPENDIX</p> + +<p><i>From "Percy's Reliques"--Volume I.</i></p> + +<p>THE FROLICKSOME DUKE</p> + +<p>Printed from a black-letter copy in the Pepys Collection.</p> + +<p>KING ESTMERE</p> + +<p>This ballad is given from two versions, one in the Percy +folio<br> +manuscript, and of considerable antiquity. The original version +was<br> +probably written at the end of the fifteenth century.</p> + +<p>ROBIN HOOD AND GUY OF GISBORNE</p> + +<p>One of the earliest known ballads about Robin Hood--from the +Percy folio<br> +manuscript.</p> + +<p>KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID</p> + +<p>This ballad is printed from Richard Johnson's <i>Crown Garland +of<br> +Goulden Roses,</i> 1612.</p> + +<p>THE FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY</p> + +<p>This ballad is composed of innumerable small fragments of +ancient<br> +ballads found throughout the plays of Shakespeare, which Thomas +Percy<br> +formed into one.</p> + +<p>SIR ALDINGAR</p> + +<p>Given from the Percy folio manuscript, with some additional +stanzas<br> +added by Thomas Percy to complete the story.</p> + +<p>EDOM O'GORDON</p> + +<p>A Scottish ballad--this version was printed at Glasgow in 1755 +by Robert<br> +and Andrew Foulis. It has been enlarged with several stanzas, +recovered<br> +from a fragment of the same ballad, from the Percy folio +manuscript.</p> + + +<p>From the Percy folio manuscript, amended by two or three +others printed<br> +in black-letter. Written about the time of Elizabeth.</p> + +<p>SIR LANCELOT DU LAKE</p> + +<p>Given from a printed copy, corrected in part by an extract +from the<br> +Percy folio manuscript.</p> + + +<p>THE CHILD OF ELLE</p> + +<p>Partly from the Percy folio manuscript, with several +additional stanzas<br> +by Percy as the original copy was defective and mutilated.</p> + +<p>KING EDWARD IV AND THE TANNER OF TAM WORTH</p> + +<p>The text in this ballad is selected from two copies in +black-letter. One<br> +in the Bodleian Library, printed at London by John Danter in +1596. The<br> +other copy, without date, is from the Pepys Collection.</p> + +<p>SIR PATRICK SPENS</p> + +<p>Printed from two manuscript copies transmitted from Scotland. +It is<br> +possible that this ballad is founded on historical fact.</p> + +<p>EDWARD, EDWARD</p> + +<p>An old Scottish ballad--from a manuscript copy transmitted +from<br> +Scotland.</p> + +<p>KING LEIR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS</p> + +<p>Version from an old copy in the <i>Golden Garland,</i> +black-letter,<br> +entitled <i>A lamentable Song of the Death of King Lear and his +Three<br> +Daughters.</i></p> + +<p>THE GABERLUNZIE MAN</p> + +<p>This ballad is said to have been written by King James V of +Scotland.</p> + +<p><br> +<i>From "Percy's Reliques"--Volume II.</i></p> + +<p>THE KNIGHT AND SHEPHERD'S DAUGHTER</p> + +<p>Printed from an old black-letter copy, with some +corrections.</p> + +<p>KING JOHN AND THE ABBOT OF CANTERBURY</p> + +<p>This ballad was abridged and modernized in the time of James I +from one<br> +much older, entitled <i>King John and the Bishop of +Canterbury.</i> The<br> +version given here is from an ancient black-letter copy.</p> + +<p>BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY</p> + +<p>Given, with some corrections, from an old black-letter copy, +entitled<br> +<i>Barbara Alien's Cruelty, or the Young Man's Tragedy.</i></p> + +<p>FAIR ROSAMOND</p> + +<p>The version of this ballad given here is from four ancient +copies in<br> +black-letter: two of them in the Pepys' Library. It is by Thomas +Delone.<br> +First printed in 1612.</p> + +<p>THE BOY AND THE MANTLE</p> + +<p>This is a revised and modernized version of a very old +ballad.</p> + +<p>THE HEIR OF LINNE</p> + +<p>Given from the Percy folio manuscript, with several additional +stanzas<br> +supplied by Thomas Percy.</p> + +<p>SIR ANDREW BARTON</p> + +<p>This ballad is from the Percy folio manuscript with additions +and<br> +amendments from an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys' +Collection.<br> +It was written probably at the end of the sixteenth century.</p> + +<p>THE BEGGAR'S DAUGHTER OF BEDNALL GREEN</p> + +<p>Given from the Percy folio manuscript, with a few additions +and<br> +alterations from two ancient printed copies.</p> + +<p>BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY</p> + +<p>Given from an old black-letter copy.</p> + +<p>THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE</p> + +<p>The version of an ancient black-letter copy, edited in part +from the<br> +Percy folio manuscript.</p> + +<p>GIL MORRICE</p> + +<p>The version of this ballad given here was printed at Glasgow +in 1755.<br> +Since this date sixteen additional verses have been discovered +and added<br> +to the original ballad.</p> + +<p>CHILD WATERS</p> + +<p>From the Percy folio manuscript, with corrections.</p> + +<p>THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON</p> + +<p>From an ancient black-letter copy in the Pepys' +Collection.</p> + +<p>THE LYE</p> + +<p>By Sir Walter Raleigh. This poem is from a scarce miscellany +entitled<br> +<i>Davison's Poems, or a poeticall Rapsodie divided into sixe +books ...<br> +the 4th impression newly corrected and augmented and put into a +forme<br> +more pleasing to the reader.</i> Lond. 1621.</p> + +<p><br> +<i>From "English and Scottish Ballads."</i></p> + +<p>MAY COLLIN</p> + +<p>From a manuscript at Abbotsford in the Sir Walter Scott +Collection,<br> +<i>Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy.</i></p> + +<p>THOMAS THE RHYMER</p> + +<p><i>Scotch Ballads, Materials for Border Minstrelsy,</i> No. +97,<br> +Abbotsford. From the Sir Walter Scott Collection. Communicated to +Sir<br> +Walter by Mrs. Christiana Greenwood, London, May 27th, 1806.</p> + +<p>YOUNG BEICHAN</p> + +<p>Taken from the Jamieson-Brown manuscript, 1783.</p> + +<p>CLERK COLVILL</p> + +<p>From a transcript of No. 13 of William Tytler's Brown +manuscript.</p> + +<p>THE EARL OF MAR'S DAUGHTER</p> + +<p>From Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland,</i> +1828.</p> + +<p>HYND HORN</p> + +<p>From Motherwell's manuscript, 1825 and after.</p> + +<p>THE THREE RAVENS</p> + +<p><i>Melismate. Musicall Phansies. Fitting the Court, Cittie and +Country<br> +Humours.</i> London, 1611. (T. Ravenscroft.)</p> + +<p>THE WIFE OF USHER'S WELL</p> + +<p>Printed from <i>Ministrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, +1802.</p> + +<p> * * * * *</p> + +<p>MANDALAY</p> + +<p>By Rudyard Kipling.</p> + +<p>JOHN BROWN'S BODY</p> + +<p>IT'S A LONG WAY TO TIPPERARY</p> + +<p>By Jack Judge and Harry Williams.</p> + +<p>THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL</p> + +<p>By Oscar Wilde.</p> + + +<br><br><br><br><br><br> + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of A Book of Ballads, Volume 4, by Various + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK A BOOK OF BALLADS, VOLUME 4 *** + +***** This file should be named 7534-h.htm or 7534-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/7/5/3/7534/ + +Produced by David Widger, Juliet Sutherland, Phil McLaury, +Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading +Team. 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