Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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THE DAEMON LOVER.
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She set her foot upon the ship,
No mariners could she behold; But the sails were o' the taffetie,
And the masts o' the beaten gold.                   «
She had not sail'd a league, a league,
A league but barely three, When dismal grew his countenance,
And drumlie grew his ee.
The masts that were like the beaten gold, «
Bent not on the heaving seas; But the sails, that were o' the taffetie,
Fill'd not in the east land breeze.
They had not sailed a league, a league,
A league but barely three,                                  s>
Until she espied his cloven foot, And she wept right bitterlie.
" O hold your tongue of your weeping," says he, " Of your weeping now let me be; I will show you how the lilies grow                     us
On the banks of Italy."
" 0 what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills,
That the sun shines sweetly on ? "
" 0 yon are the hills of heaven," he said,
" Where you will never win."                         eo







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