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   English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics.  1909–14.
 
427. The Outlaw
 
Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
 
 
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 near;
But when the beetle sounds his hum
  My comrades take the spear.
And O! 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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