« ՆախորդըՇարունակել »
They bolted on me thus, and lo!
“ That cannot be,” one answer'd, “ She is dead." Nay but I gave her pence, and she will buy you bread.”
“She has been dead, Sir, many a day.”
“ Come, come!" cried one; and, without more ado, Off to some other play they both together few.
(See the various Poems the Scene of which is laid upon the Banks of the
Yarrow; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton, beginning
“ Busk ye, busk ye my bonny, bonny Bride,
busk ye my winsome Marrow l»--)
From Stirling Castle we had seen
“Let Yarrow Folk, frae Selkirk Town,
“ There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, “ Both lying right before us; “ And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed “ The Lintwhites sing in chorus; “ There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land “Made blithe with plough and harrow: “ Why throw away a needful day
in search of Yarrow?
« What's Yarrow but a River bare " That glides the dark hills under? « There are a thousand such elsewhere “As worthy of your wonder.” -Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn; My True-love sighed for sorrow; And looked me in the face, to think I thus could speak of Yarrow!
“Oh! green,” said I, “are Yarrow's Holms, “ And sweet is Yarrow flowing ! “ Fair hangs the apple frae the rock *; “ But we will leave it growing. « O’er hilly path, and open Strath, “ We'll wander Scotland thorough;
But, though so near, we will not turn « Into the Dale of Yarrow.
« Let Beeves and home-bred Kine partake
“ Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown!
We'll keep them, winsome Marrow!
* See Hamilton's Ballad as above.