POSTHUMOUS POEMS
She's tane the keys intil her hands
Between the red sun and the moon;
The rain ran down upon the grass,
And stained in her silk shoon.
Between the red sun and the moon;
The rain ran down upon the grass,
And stained in her silk shoon.
She's tane the keys to her girdle-tie
Between the warm sun and the weet;
The rain that was between the grass and rye,
Ran down upon her feet.
Between the warm sun and the weet;
The rain that was between the grass and rye,
Ran down upon her feet.
"O whatten a burd is yonder burd
That shines about her head?"
"It is but Helen my ae daughter
Has clad hersell wi' red."
That shines about her head?"
"It is but Helen my ae daughter
Has clad hersell wi' red."
"O where gat she thae stones of price,
The warst might serve a queen?"
"It is but for the summer season
She's clad hersell wi' green."
The warst might serve a queen?"
"It is but for the summer season
She's clad hersell wi' green."
Lady Helen knelt upon her knees,
She knelt upon her yellow hair;
"Hae back your keys, my dear father,
God give you weel to fare."
She knelt upon her yellow hair;
"Hae back your keys, my dear father,
God give you weel to fare."
Lady Helen knelt into the dust,
She knelt upon the roadway stane;
"And God you keep, madame, my mither,
As I shall be your ain."
She knelt upon the roadway stane;
"And God you keep, madame, my mither,
As I shall be your ain."
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