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"I blame not Hea'vn !' the maid replied,

• But mourn my true-love-dead ! And on his green grave I'll abide,

For 'tis my bridal bed!'
The hapless maid knelt down, for fear

That holy man should blame;
But still, with ev'ry hallow'd prayer,

She sigh'd her true-love's pame!
Still soft she cried—'O stay, my love,

My true-love, stay for me ;
Stay, till I've deck'd my bridal bed,

And I will follow thee.'
Enough! enough, thou much-tried dear!'

The weeping knight exclaim'd: "Enough! I've tried thee, matchless fair!

And be the trial blam'd.
I am thy love, thy own true-love,

And I am come to wed;
Nor shall this turf thy green grave prove,

Nor be thy bridal bed.
"I am a knight of noble name,

And thou of low degree;
So, like a shepherd, poor I came

To prove thy constancy.'
But she, with woe forlorn, still cried

My true-love, stay for me ;
Stay, till I've deck'd my bridal bed,

And I will follow thee.' • Enough! enough, thou too-tried maid !'

Again the knight exclaim’d; • See at thy feet thy true-love laid,

Of all his guile asham'd.

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Forgive me, maid-my love now prove

O! let us instant wed;
And thou with tears of joy, my love,

Shalt deck thy bridal bed.'
And art thou him? exclaim'd the maid

And dost thou live? she cried : "Too cruel love !' she faintly said,

Then wrung his hand-and died !
Stay ! cried the knight, all woe-be gone,

Now stay, my love! for me ;-
Stay, till I've deck'd our bridal bed,

And I will follow thee!
In vain the priest, with holy lore,

By turns did soothe and chide;
The knight, distracted, wept full sore,

And on the green turf-died,
Now underneath—may Heaven them save!

The lovers both are laid ;
And thus, indeed, the green tuft grave
Became their bridal bed.

Anonymous.

BARBARA ALLEN'S CRUELTY. In Scarlet town, where I was born,

There was a fair maid dwelling, Made every youth cry, Wel-away!

Her name was Barbara Allen. All in the merry mouth of May,

When green buds they were swelling, Young Jemmy Grove on his death-bed lay,

For love of Barbara Allen,

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He sent his man unto her then,

To the town where she was dwelling; • You must come to my master dear,

If your name be Barbara Allen.

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For death is printed on his face,

And o'er his heart is stealing : Then haste away to comfort him,

O lovely Barbara Allen.'

“Though death be printed on his face,

And o'er his heart is stealing: Yet little better shall he be

For bonny Barbara Allen.'

So slowly, slowly, she came up,

And slowly she came nigh him ; And all she said, when there she came,

• Young man, I think you're dying.'

He turn’d his face unto her straight,

With deadly sorrow sighing; O lovely maid, come pity me,

I'm on my death-bed lying.'

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'If on your death-bed you do lie,

What needs the tale you're telling? I cannot keep you from your death;

Farewell !' said Barbara Allen.

He turn'd his face unto the wall,

As deadly pangs he fell in : • Adieu! adieu! adieu to all!

Adieu to Barbara Allen!'

As she was walking o'er the fields,

She heard the bells a knelling; And every stroke did seem to say,

Unworthy Barbara Allen!'

She turned her body round about,

And spied the corpse a coming; Lay down, lay down the corpse,' she said, • That I may look upon him.'

With scornful eye she looked down,

Her cheek with laughter swelling; Whilst all her friends cried out amain,

Unworthy Barbara Allen!

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When he was dead and laid in grave,

Her heart was struck with sorrow. “O mother, mother, make my bed,

For I shall die to-morrow.

• Hard-hearted creature him to slight,

Who loved me so dearly :
O that I had been more kind to him,

When he was alive and near me!'

She, on her death-bed, as she lay,

Begg’d to be buried by him; And sore repented of the day

That she did e'er deny him.

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Farewell,' she said, ' ye virgins all,

Aud shun the fault I fell in ; Henceforth take warning by the fall

Of cruel Barbara Allen.' Anonymous.

15 JULÍA. To the graves where sleep the dead,

Hapless Julia took her way; Sighs to heave, and tears to shed,

1911 O'er the spot where Damon lay. Many a blooming flow'r she bore,

O'er the green grass turf to throw; in And while fast her tears did pour,

Thus she sang to sooth her woe:

• Soft and safe though lowly grave,

Fast o'er thee my tears shall flow; Only hope the hapless have,

Only refuge left for woe. Constant love and grief sincere

Shall thy hallow'd turf pervade; And many a heartfelt sigh and tear,

Hapless youth, shall sooth thy shade.

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• Lighted by the Moon's pale shine,

See me, to thy memory true, Lowly bending at thy shrine,

Many a costive flow'r to strew: But how little do these flow'rs

Prove my love and constancy! Yet a few sad fleeting hours,

And, dear youth, I'll follow thee.

• Rose, replete with scent and hue,

Sweetest flow'r that nature blows, Damon flourish'd once like you;

Now o'er him the green grass grows.

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