"Why weep ye by the tide, ladie?
Why weep ye by the tide?
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The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
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Proud Maisie is in the wood,
Walking so early;
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O hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
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O lovers' eyes are sharp to see,
And lovers' ears in hearing;
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It was an English ladye bright,
(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,)
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The Wildgrave winds his bugle-horn,
To horse, to horse! halloo, halloo!
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O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
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The toils are pitched, and the stakes are set,
Ever sing merrily, merrily;
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Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
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So goodbye, Mrs. Brown,
I am going out of town,
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Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!
To all the sensual world proclaim,
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O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
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A weary lot is thine, fair maid,
A weary lot is thine!
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O listen, listen, ladies gay!
No haughty feat of arms I tell;
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Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh
The sun has left the lea,
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To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke.
'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke;
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Where shall the lover rest
Whom the fates sever
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Look not thou on beauty's charming;
Sit thou still when kings are arming;
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The sun upon the lake is low,
The wild birds hush their song,
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Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
As in that well-remember’d night
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Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark,
On purple peaks a deeper shade descending;
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Bring the bowl which you boast,
Fill it up to the brim;
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Pibroch of Donail Dhu
Pibroch of Donuil,
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From heavy dreams fair Helen rose,
And eyed the dawning red:
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In peace, Love tunes the shepherd’s reed; In war, he mounts the warrior’s steed;
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The glowing censers, and their rich perfume;
The splendid vestments, and the sounding choir;
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Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er,
Sleep the sleep that knows n
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He is gone on the mountain,
He is lost to the forest,
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O, Brignall banks are wild and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
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