Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 1 of 8 from 1860 edition

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CONSTANTINE AND AEETE.                 309
If joy betide our distant home, I wear my golden
raiment, If woe betide, dear brother mine, I go as now I'm standing." " Think not of joy, think not of woe—return as here thou standest." And while they journey on the way, all on the way
returning, They hear the Birds, and what they sing, and what the Birds are saying. " Ho! see the maiden all so fair, a Ghost it is that bears her." " Didst hear the Birds, my Constantine, didst list to what they're saying ?" "Yes: they are Birds, and let them sing, they're Birds, and let them chatter:" And yonder, as they journey on, still other Birds salute them. " What do we see, unhappy ones, ah! woe is fallen on us j— Lo! there the living sweep along, and with the dead they travel." " Didst hear, my brother Constantine, what yonder Birds are saying ? " " Yes! Birds are they, and let them sing, they're Birds, and let them chatter." "I fear for thee, my Brother dear, for thou dost breathe of incense." " Last evening late we visited the church of Saint
Johannes, And there the priest perfumed me o'er with clouds of fragrant incense." And onward as they hold their way, still other Birds bespeak them: