The book of British ballads . gtltfjom. While many a sigh her bosom heaves, She thus addressed her orphan page :— Dear youth, if eer my love relievedThe sorrows of thy infant age : If eer I taught thy locks to play, Luxuriant round thy blooming face ; If eer I wiped thy tears away, And bade them yield to smiles their place : Oh! speed thee, swift as steed can bear, Where Flodden groans with heaps of dead; And oer the combat, home repair,And tell me how my lord has sped. Till thou returnst each hours an age,An age employed in doubt and pain ; Oh ! haste thee, haste, my little foot-page,Oh! hast
The book of British ballads . gtltfjom. While many a sigh her bosom heaves, She thus addressed her orphan page :— Dear youth, if eer my love relievedThe sorrows of thy infant age : If eer I taught thy locks to play, Luxuriant round thy blooming face ; If eer I wiped thy tears away, And bade them yield to smiles their place : Oh! speed thee, swift as steed can bear, Where Flodden groans with heaps of dead; And oer the combat, home repair,And tell me how my lord has sped. Till thou returnst each hours an age,An age employed in doubt and pain ; Oh ! haste thee, haste, my little foot-page,Oh! haste and soon return again. Now lady dear, thy grief assuage, Good tidings soon shall ease thy pain; I 11 haste, I 11 haste, thy little foot-page,I 11 haste, and soon return again. Then Osway bade his courser fly ; But still, while hapless Eva wept,Time scarcely seemed his wings to ply, So slow the tedious moments crept. And oft she kissed her babys cheek, Who slumbered on her throbbing breast; And now she bade the warder spea
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