SIR WALTER SCOTT
- With burnish'd brand and musketoon
So gallantly you come, I read you for a bold Dragoon,
That lists the tuck of drum.'
- I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear; But when the beetle sounds his hum,
My comrades take the spear.
'And C)1 though Brignall banks be fair, And Greta wopds be gay,
Yet mickle must the maiden dare, Would reign my Queen of May!
'Maiden 1 a nameless life I lead,
A nameless death I'll die; The fiend whose lantern lights the mead
Were better mate than I! And when I'm with my comrades met
Beneath the green-wood bough, What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now.'
Chorus. Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green, And you may gather flowers there Would grace a summer queen.
��558 Lucy Ashton's Song
'OOK not thou on beauty's charming;
Sit thou still when kings are arming; Taste not when the wine-cup glistens; Speak not when the people listens;
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