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Lay me on my true-love’s body.

Lay their spears and bucklers bright

By the warriors’ sides aright;

Many a day the three before me

On their linkèd bucklers bore me.

Lay upon the low grave floor,

’Neath each head, the blue claymore;

Many a time the noble three

Reddened their blue blades for me.

Lay the collars, as is meet,

Of the greyhounds at their feet;

Many a time for me have they

Brought the tall red deer to bay.

In the falcon’s jesses throw,

Hook and arrow, line and bow;

Never again, by stream or plain,

Shall the gentle woodsmen go.

Sweet companions, were ye ever—

Harsh to me, your sister, never;

ANCIENT ERSE

Woods and wilds, and misty valleys,

Were with you as good’s a palace.

O, to hear my true-love singing,

Sweet as sounds of trumpets ringing;

Like the sway of ocean swelling

Rolled his deep voice round our dwelling.

O! to hear the echoes pealing

Round our green and fairy shealing,

When the three, with soaring chorus,

Passed the silent skylark o’er us.

Echo now, sleep, morn and even—