Either disperse these mists, which blot and fill JOHN BUNYAN 366. The Shepherd Boy sings in the Valley of Humiliation HE E that is down needs fear no fall, He that is humble ever shall I am content with what I have, And, Lord, contentment still I crave, Fullness to such a burden is 1628-1688 BALLADS AND SONGS BY UNKNOWN 367. TRUE AUTHORS Thomas the Rhymer RUE Thomas lay on Huntlie bank; And there he saw a ladye bright Come riding down by the Eildon Tree. Her skirt was o' the grass-green silk, True Thomas he pu'd aff his cap, And louted low down on his knee: Hail to thee, Mary, Queen of Heaven! O no, Ο no, Thomas,' she said, 'That name does not belang to me; I'm but the Queen o' fair Elfland, That am hither come to visit thee. 'Harp and carp, Thomas,' she said; ferlie] marvel. and recite (as a minstrel). tett] tuft, lock. harp and carp] play 'Betide me weal, betide me woe, 'Now ye maun go wi' me,' she said, Thro' weal or woe as may chance to be.' She's mounted on her milk-white steed, The steed gaed swifter than the wind. O they rade on, and farther on, The steed gaed swifter than the wind; And living land was left behind. 'Light down, light down now, true Thomas, And lean your head upon my knee; Abide ye there a little space, And I will show you ferlies three. 'O see ye not yon narrow road, So thick beset wi' thorns and briers? That is the Path of Righteousness, 'And see ye not yon braid, braid road, That is the Path of Wickedness, Though some call it the Road to Heaven. leven] ? lawn. 'And see ye not yon bonny road Where thou and I this night maun gae. 'But, Thomas, ye sall haud your tongue, For speak ye word in Elfyn-land, Ye'll ne'er win back to your ain countrie.' O they rade on, and farther on, And they waded rivers abune the knee; But they heard the roaring of the sea. It was mirk, mirk night, there was nae starlight, Syne they came to a garden green, And she pu'd an apple frae a tree: It will give thee the tongue that can never lee.' 'My tongue is my ain,' true Thomas he said; 'A gudely gift ye wad gie to me! I neither dought to buy or sell At fair or tryst where I might be. 'I dought neither speak to prince or peer, dought] could. 368. He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, THE Sir Patrick Spens 1. The Sailing 'HE king sits in Dunfermline town 'O whare will I get a skeely skipper O up and spak an eldern knight, Our king has written a braid letter, 'To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The first word that Sir Patrick read The neist word that Sir Patrick read 368. skeely] skilful. |