Welcome, folded arms, and fixéd eyes, A look that 's fasten'd to the ground, Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley; CV TO A LOCK OF HAIR HY hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright THY in that well-remember'd night When first thy mystic braid was wove, And first my Agnes whisper'd love. Since then how often hast thou prest Yet keep thy hue unstain'd and pure, Nor heaven nor earth could then reprove me Not then this world's wild joys had been Mine ireful mood had sweetness tamed, And soothed each wound which pride inflamed :— If thou hadst lived, and lived to love me! CVI THE FORSAKEN BRIDE WALY waly up the bank, And waly waly down the brae, And waly waly yon burn-side Where I and my Love wont to gae! I leant my back unto an aik, I thought it was a trusty tree; O waly waly, but love be bonny For my true Love has me forsook, Now Arthur-seat sall be my bed; The sheets shall ne'er be prest by me : Saint Anton's well sall be my drink, Since my true Love has forsaken me. Marti'mas wind, when wilt thou blaw And shake the green leaves aff the tree? O gentle Death, when wilt thou come? For of my life I am wearie. 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemencie ; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see; My Love was clad in the black velvét, And I mysell in cramasie. But had I wist, before I kist, That love had been sae ill to win; And the green grass growing over me! Anon. I CVII FAIR HELEN WISH I were where Helen lies: Night and day on me she cries; O that I were where Helen lies On fair Kirconnell lea! Curst be the heart that thought the thought, O think na but my heart was sair On fair Kirconnell lea. As I went down the water-side, lighted down my sword to draw, I hacked him in pieces sma', I hacked him in pieces sma', For her sake that died for me. O Helen fair, beyond compare ! O that I were where Helen lies! Says, 'Haste and come to me!' O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! I wish my grave were growing green, On fair Kirconnell lea. I wish I were where Helen lies: Anon. CVIII THE TWA CORBIES S I was walking all alane As I was wacorbies making a mane; The tane unto the t'other say, 'Where sall we gang and dine to-day?' In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight; |