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THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
CANTO IV.
XII.
Ballad.
ALICE BRAND.
Merry it is in the good green wood,
When the mavis[1] and merle[2] are singing,
When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry,
And the hunter's horn is ringing.
Ballad.
ALICE BRAND.
Merry it is in the good green wood,
When the mavis[1] and merle[2] are singing,
When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry,
And the hunter's horn is ringing.
"O Alice Brand, my native land
Is lost for love of you;
And we must hold by wood and wold,
As outlaws wont to do.
Is lost for love of you;
And we must hold by wood and wold,
As outlaws wont to do.
"O Alice, 'twas all for thy locks so bright,
And 'twas all for thine eyes so blue,
That on the night of our luckless flight,
Thy brother bold I slew.
And 'twas all for thine eyes so blue,
That on the night of our luckless flight,
Thy brother bold I slew.
