 | The works of Washington Irving |  |
ANNETTE DELARBRE.
The soldier frae the war returns,
And the merchant frae the main,
But I hae parted wi' my love,
And ne'er to meet again,
My dear,
And ne'er to meet again.
And the merchant frae the main,
But I hae parted wi' my love,
And ne'er to meet again,
My dear,
And ne'er to meet again.
When day is gone, and night is come,
And a' are boun to sleep,
I think on them that's far awa
The lee-lang night and weep,
My dear,
The lee-lang night and weep.
Old Scotch Ballad.
And a' are boun to sleep,
I think on them that's far awa
The lee-lang night and weep,
My dear,
The lee-lang night and weep.
In the course of a tour that I once
made in Lower Normandy, I remained
for a day or two at the old town of
Honfleur, which stands near the mouth
of the Seine. It was the time of a fête,
and all the world was thronging in the
evening to dance at the fair, held before
the chapel of Our Lady of Grace. As I
like all kinds of innocent merry-making,
I joined the throng.
The chapel is situated at the top of a
high hill, or promontory, from whence
its bell may be heard at a distance by
the mariner at night. It is said to have
given the name to the