23 'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemency; 'Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. We were a comely sight to see ; And I myseľ in cramasie. 30 35 But had I wist, before I kissed, That love had been sae ill to win, And pinned it with a siller pin. And set upon the nurse's knee, Anon. 40 LXXVII BURD HELEN. I wish I were where Helen lies; On fair Kirconnell lea ! 5 Curst be the heart that thought the thought, And died to succour me ! IO Oh think na but my heart was sair, Oh fair Kirconnell lea, O Helen fair! O Helen chaste ! On fair Kirconnell lea. 30 I wish my grave were growing green, On fair Kirconnell lea. 35 I wish I were where Helen lies : Since my Love died for me. 40 Anon. LXXVIII 5 IO 15 LOVE'S ENTERPRISE. Over the mountains And over the waves, Under the fountains And under the graves ; Under floods that are deepest, Which Neptune obey, Over rocks that are steepest Love will find out the way. Where there is no place For the glowworm to lie; For receipt of a fly; Lest herself fast she lay ; And find out the way. You may esteem him A child for his might ; A coward from his flight ; Be concealed from the day, Love will find out the way. Some think to lose him By having him confined ; Poor heart ! to be blind ; Do the best that you may, Will find out his way. 20 25 30 35 You may train the eagle To stoop to your fist; The phenix of the east ; To give o'er her prey ; He will find out the way. 40 If the earth should part him, He would gallop it o'er ; He would swim to the shore. Through the air to stray, And will find out the way. 45 50 There is no striving To cross his intent, His plots to prevent ; That his true-love doth stay, Anon. 55 LXXIX THE TWA BROTHERS. There were twa brothers at the scule, And when they got awa'- Or will ye play at the ba', And there we'll warsell a fa'' 5 "I winna play at the stane-chucking, Nor will I play at the ba', And there we'll warsell a fa'' 10 They warsled up, they warsled down, Till John fell to the ground; And gave him a deadly wound. Take me to yon well fair, And it will bleed nae mair.' 15 20 6 25 He's lifted his brother upon his back, Ta'en him to yon well fair ; But ay it bled mair and mair. ye Holland sark, And syne 'twill bleed nae mair.' And torn it gair by gair ; But ay it bled mair and mair. • Tak now aff my green sleiding, And row me saftly in : Where the grass grows fair and green.' And rowd him saftly in ; Where the grass grows fair and green. 30 35 |