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Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
 
Sir W. Scott
 
CLXX. The Outlaw
 
O BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair, 
  And Greta woods are green, 
And you may gather garlands there 
  Would grace a summer-queen. 
And as I rode by Dalton Hall         5
  Beneath the turrets high, 
A Maiden on the castle wall 
  Was singing merrily: 
"O Brignall banks are fresh and fair, 
  And Greta woods are green;  10
I'd rather rove with Edmund there 
  Than reign our English queen." 
  
"If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, 
  To leave both tower and town, 
Thou first must guess what life lead we  15
  That dwell by dale and down. 
And if thou canst that riddle read, 
  As read full well you may, 
Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed 
  As blithe as Queen of May."  20
Yet sung she, "Brignall banks are fair, 
  And Greta woods are green; 
I'd rather rove with Edmund there 
  Than reign our English queen. 
  
"I read you, by your bugle-horn  25
  And by your palfrey good, 
I read you for a ranger sworn 
  To keep the king's greenwood." 
"A ranger, lady, winds his horn, 
  And 'tis at peep of light;  30
His blast is heard at merry morn, 
  And mine at dead of night." 
Yet sung she, "Brignall banks are fair, 
  And Greta woods are gay; 
I would I were with Edmund there  35
  To reign his Queen of May! 
  
"With burnish'd brand and musketoon 
  So gallantly you come, 
I read you for a bold dragoon 
  That lists the tuck of drum."  40
"I list no more the tuck of drum, 
  No more the trumpet hear; 
But when the beetle sounds his hum 
  My comrades take the spear. 
And, oh! though Brignall banks be fair  45
  And Greta woods be gay, 
Yet mickle must the maiden dare 
  Would reign my Queen of May! 
  
"Maiden! a nameless life I lead, 
  A nameless death I'll die;  50
The fiend whose lantern lights the mead 
  Were better mate than I! 
And when I'm with my comrades met 
  Beneath the greenwood bough, 
What once we were we all forget,  55
  Nor think what we are now." 
  
Chorus

Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
 
  And Greta woods are green, 
And you may gather garlands there 
  Would grace a summer-queen.  60
 
 
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