'Tis not the frost that freezes fell, Nor blawing snaw's inclemency; 25 '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; 30 But had I wist, before I kissed, That love had been sae ill to win, I'd locked my heart in a case of gowd, 35 When in my arms burd Helen dropt, And died to succour me! Oh think na but my heart was sair, When my Love dropt down and spak nae mair! I laid her down wi' meikle care Oh fair Kirconnell lea. 10 As I went down the water-side, On fair Kirconnell lea; I lighted down my sword to draw, For her sake that died for me. O Helen fair, beyond compare ? Until the day I die. Oh that I were where Helen lies! O Helen fair! O Helen chaste! If I were with thee, I were blest, 15 20 25 30 I wish my grave were growing green, A winding-sheet drawn ower my een, I wish I were where Helen lies: Since my Love died for me. 35 40 Anon. LXXVIII LOVE'S ENTERPRISE. Over the mountains And over the waves, And under the graves; Where there is no place For the glowworm to lie; Where there is no space For receipt of a fly; Where the midge dares not venture, Lest herself fast she lay; If Love come, he will enter You may esteem him A child for his might; Or you may deem him A coward from his flight; 5 ΙΟ 15 20 THE TWA BROTHERS. There were twa brothers at the scule, 'It's will ye play at the stane-chucking, Or will ye play at the ba', Or will ye gae up to yon hill head, And there we'll warsell a fa'. 5 'I winna play at the stane-chucking, But I'll gae up to yon bonnie green hill, They warsled up, they warsled down, A dirk fell out of Willie's pouch, And gave him a deadly wound. 'Oh, Billie, lift me on your back, Take me to yon well fair, And wash the bluid frae aff my wound, 10 15 |