 | Young Arthur |  |
In poor Simon's cot is the hearth still bright,
But the stranger houses there;
For that cottage for gold is the stranger's right,
They've sign'd, and they have seal'd, and the bargain's tight,—
The cot Allan sold
To have and to hold,
For Allan was Simon's heir.
But the stranger houses there;
For that cottage for gold is the stranger's right,
They've sign'd, and they have seal'd, and the bargain's tight,—
The cot Allan sold
To have and to hold,
For Allan was Simon's heir.
Young Allan has buckled him on a sword,
And fix'd in his cap a plume;
And a gallant, gay, ship he has gone aboard,
With many a spirit of valour stor'd;
And his heart beat high,
But he heav'd a sigh,
And his face was o'erspread with gloom.
And fix'd in his cap a plume;
And a gallant, gay, ship he has gone aboard,
With many a spirit of valour stor'd;
And his heart beat high,
But he heav'd a sigh,
And his face was o'erspread with gloom.
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Fair Edith has taken her way to that grove,
To list to the nightingale's lay,
And sigh for the youth who had all her love—
“And, say, have ye tidings, or can ye prove
“Where Allan is gone?
“For I must moan
“For the youth I have driven away.”
To list to the nightingale's lay,
And sigh for the youth who had all her love—
“And, say, have ye tidings, or can ye prove
“Where Allan is gone?
“For I must moan
“For the youth I have driven away.”
Young Allan has ta'en himself o'er the sea,
Forfend that the gallant should fall!
And fair Edith she sits all pensively
By the ivy that clings round the wall.
Forfend that the gallant should fall!
And fair Edith she sits all pensively
By the ivy that clings round the wall.
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