35 As I pass by them Broadsword and quarter staff No more I ply them Coy now the maidens frown Want ing their dances 40 How can their faces brown Win one who fancies Even an angel ID: 435227
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Loud now my comrades laugh 35 As I pass by them; Broadsword and quarter - staff No more I ply them: Coy now the maidens frown Want ing their dances; 40 How can their faces brown Win one, who fancies Even an angel Õ s face Dark to be seen would Be, by the Lily - grace 45 Gladd Õ ning the greenwood? Woe was me E Õ er to see Beauty so shining; Ever since, hourly, 50 Have I bee n pining! Wolf, by my broken bow Idle is lying, While through the woods I go, All the day, sighing, 55 Tracing her footsteps small Through the moss Õ d cover, Hiding then, breathless all, At the sight of her, Lest my rude gazing should 60 Fro m her haunt scare her Ñ Oh, what a solitude Wanting her, there were! Woe was me E Õ er to see 65 Beauty so shining; Ever since, hourly, Have I been pining! (From Lays of the Western Gael 1865 . Otley, Washington D. C.: Woodstock Books, 200 1) Samuel Ferguson (1810 - 86) 1 The Forester Õ s Complaint Through our wild wood - walks here, Sunbright and shady, Free as the forest deer Roams a lone lady: Far from her castle - keep, 5 Down in the valley, Roams she, by dingle deep, Green h olm and alley, With her sweet presence bright Gladd Õ ning my dwelling Ñ 10 Oh, fair her face of light, Past the tongue Õ s telling! Woe was me E Õ er to see Beauty so shining; 15 Ever since, hourly, Have I been pining! In our blithe sports Õ de bates Down by the river, I, of my merry mates, 20 Foremost was ever; Skilfullest with my flute, Leading the maidens Heark Õ ning, by moonlight, mute, To its sweet cadence: 25 Sprightliest in the dance Tripping together Ñ Such a one was I once Ere she came hither! Woe was me 30 E Õ er to see Beauty so shining; Ever since, hourly, Have I been pining! Loud now my comrades laugh 35 As I pass by them; Broadsword and quarter - staff No more I ply them: Coy now the maidens frown Want ing their dances; 40 How can their faces brown Win one, who fancies Even an angel Õ s face Dark to be seen would Be, by the Lily - grace 45 Gladd Õ ning the greenwood? Woe was me E Õ er to see Beauty so shining; Ever since, hourly, 50 Have I bee n pining! Wolf, by my broken bow Idle is lying, While through the woods I go, All the day, sighing, 55 Tracing her footsteps small Through the moss Õ d cover, Hiding then, breathless all, At the sight of her, Lest my rude gazing should 60 Fro m her haunt scare her Ñ Oh, what a solitude Wanting her, there were! Woe was me E Õ er to see 65 Beauty so shining; Ever since, hourly, Have I been pining! (From Lays of the Western Gael 1865 . Otley, Washington D. C.: Woodstock Books, 200 1) Samuel Ferguson (1810 - 86) The ForesterÕs Complaint Through our wild wood - walks here, Sunbright and shady, Free as the forest deer Roams a lone lady: Far from her castle - keep, 5 Down in the valley, Roams she, by dingle deep, Green h olm and alley, With her sweet presence bright Gladd Õ ning my dwelling Ñ 10 Oh, fair her face of light, Past the tongue Õ s telling! Woe was me E Õ er to see Beauty so shining; 15 Ever since, hourly, Have I been pining! In our blithe sports Õ de bates Down by the river, I, of my merry mates, 20 Foremost was ever; Skilfullest with my flute, Leading the maidens Heark Õ ning, by moonlight, mute, To its sweet cadence: 25 Sprightliest in the dance Tripping together Ñ Such a one was I once Ere she came hither! Woe was me 30 E Õ er to see Beauty so shining; Ever since, hourly, Have I been pining!