The book of British ballads . Fauny MIan de]. irred. ,ou sc. ?/if. She bathed him in the Lady-Well, His wounds so deep and sair ;And she plaited a garland for his breast,And a garland for his hair. They rowed him in a lily-sheet, And bare him to his earth; [mass, And the Gray Friars sung the dead mansAs they passd the Chapel Garth. They buried him at the mirk midnight,When the dew fell cold and still, When the aspin gray forgot to play,And the mist cluno- to the hill. They dug his grave but a bare foot deep,By the edge of the Nine-Stone Burn, And they coverd him oer with the heather-The
The book of British ballads . Fauny MIan de]. irred. ,ou sc. ?/if. She bathed him in the Lady-Well, His wounds so deep and sair ;And she plaited a garland for his breast,And a garland for his hair. They rowed him in a lily-sheet, And bare him to his earth; [mass, And the Gray Friars sung the dead mansAs they passd the Chapel Garth. They buried him at the mirk midnight,When the dew fell cold and still, When the aspin gray forgot to play,And the mist cluno- to the hill. They dug his grave but a bare foot deep,By the edge of the Nine-Stone Burn, And they coverd him oer with the heather-The moss and the lady fern. [flower, A Gray Friar staid upon the grave, And sang till the morning tide; And a friar shall sing for Barthrams soul, While the Headless Cross shall bide. D Fanny Mlan del. Fred. Branaton sc.
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