Читать книгу The Oxford Book of Ballads - Various Authors - Страница 109
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There lived a wife at Usher’s well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them o’er the sea.
II
They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely ane,
When word came to the carline249 wife That her three sons were gane.
III
They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely three,
When word came to the carline wife
That her sons she’d never see.
IV
‘I wish the wind may never cease,
Nor fashes250 in the flood, Till my three sons come hame to me In earthly flesh and blood!’
V
It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights are lang and mirk,
The carline wife’s three sons came hame,
And their hats were o’ the birk.
VI
It neither grew in syke251 nor ditch, Nor yet in ony sheugh252; But at the gates o’ Paradise That birk grew fair eneugh.
VII
‘Blow up the fire, my maidens!
Bring water from the well!
For a’ my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well.’
VIII
And she has made to them a bed,
She’s made it large and wide;
And she’s ta’en her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bedside.
IX
Up then crew the red, red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said,
‘’Tis time we were away.’
X
The cock he hadna craw’d but once,
And clapp’d his wings at a’,
When the youngest to the eldest said,
‘Brother, we must awa’.
XI
‘The cock doth craw, the day doth daw,
The channerin’253 worm doth chide; Gin we be miss’d out o’ our place, A sair pain we maun bide.’—
XII
‘Lie still, lie still but a little wee while,
Lie still but if we may;
Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,
She’ll go mad ere it be day.’—
XIII
‘Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
That kindles my mother’s fire!’
