The Oxford Book of Ballads - online book

A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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THE TWA BROTHERS
IX
But when he sat in his father's chair. He grew baith pale and wan:
' O what blude 's that upon your brow ?
And whar is your brither John ?'
x
' O John 's awa' to Chester school,
A scholar he'll return; He bade me tell his father dear
About him no' to mourn.
XI
' And it is the blude o' my gude grey steed;
He wadna hunt for me.' ' O thy steed's blude was ne'er so red, Nor ne'er so dear to me !
XII
' And whaten blude's that upon your dirk ?
Dear Willie, tell to me.' ' It is the blude o' my ae brither And dule and wae is me! '
XIII
' O what sail I say to your mither ?
Dear Willie, tell to me.' ' I'll saddle my steed and awa' I'll ride,
To dwell in some far countrie.'
XIV
' O when will ye come hame again ?
Dear Willie, tell to me ! ' ' When the sun and moon dance on yon green: And that will never be ! ' 286
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