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JELLON GEAMB. 287 |
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The boy has buckled his belt about,
And through the green-wood ran; 10
And he came to the ladye's bower Before the day did dawn.
" 0 sleep ye, wake ye, Lillie Flower ?
The red sun's on the rain: Ye're bidden come to Silverwood, m
But I doubt ye'll never win hame."—
She hadna ridden a mile, a mile,
A mile but barely three, Ere she came to a new-made grave,
Beneath a green aik tree. 20
0 then up started Jellon Grame,
Out of a bush thereby ; " Light down, light down, now, Lillie Flower,
For it's here that ye maun lye."—
She lighted aff her milk-white steed, 25
And kneel'd upon her knee ; " 0 mercy, mercy, Jellon Grame,
For I'm no prepared to die !
" Your bairn, that stirs between my sides, Maun shortly see the light: 30
But to see it weltering in my blood, Would 'be a piteous sight."— |
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