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ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH BALLADS. 83
Till once she saw her seven brethren slain, And her father she loved sae dear.
(The Douglas Tragedy.)
And when he came to her bower she was pale and wan, But she grew red and ruddy, when Glenlogie came in.
(Glenlogie.)
The dramatic power of expression, that which illumines it with a touch of action, is not less remarkable than that of direct phraseology: —
" Hold up, hold up, Lord William," she says,
" I fear that you are slain." " It's nothing but the shadow of my scarlet cloak,
That shines in the water sae plain."
(Earl Brand.)
And aye she served the lang table,
With white bread and with brown, And aye she turned her round about,
Sae fast the tears fell down.
(Fair Annie.)
She turned her head on her left shoulder,
Saw her girdle hang on a tree, O, God bless those that gave me that,
They '11 never give more to me.
(Lary Maissy.)
When I rose up in the morn, My goodly palace for to lea, |
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