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MARION BROWN'S LAMENT
1
“What think you now of your braw goodman?”Ah! woe is me!
My heart was high when I began,
My heart was high, and my answer ran,
“More than ever he is to me.”
2
Mickle thought I of my bridegroom brave,Ah! woe is me!
Mickle I thought of him douce and grave,
When he waled me out among the lave,
Me, a poor maiden, his wife to be.
3
But there on the greensward lying dead,Ah! woe is me!
As I laid on my lap his noble head,
And kissed the lips that for Jesus bled,
More than ever he was to me.
4
My heart was high when I began,Ah! woe is me!
I was so proud of my brave goodman,
Never a tear from my eyelids ran,
Although they gathered in my e'e.
5
But when I laid him on his bed,Ah! woe is me!
And spread the face-cloth over his head,
And sat me down beside my dead,
O but my heart grew sair in me.
6
Weary and eerie the night went by,Ah! woe is me!
Dark and cold, and so was I,
And aye the wind moaned drearily
Over the moor, and back to me.
7
And aye as I looked at the empty chair,Ah! woe is me!
And the Book that he left open there,
And the text that bade me cast my care
On the Father of all that cared for me;
8
And aye as my Mary and little Will,Ah! woe is me!
Whispered, Father is sleeping still,
And hush! for Minnie is weary and ill,
My heart was like to break in me.
9
It's well for men to be heroes grand;Ah! woe is me!
But a woman's hearth is her country, and
A desolate home is a desolate land;
And he was all the world to me.
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