Green silk her hose;
Her shoon with silver gay,

Her sandals flowers of May,
Laced small and close.

Her belt was of fresh spring buds,
Set with gold clasps and studs,

Fine linen her shift;
Her purse it was of love,

Her chain was the flower thereof,
And Love's gift.

Upon a mule she rode,
The selle was of brent gold,

The bits of silver made;
Three red rose trees there were

That overshadowed her,
For a sun shade.

She riding on a day,
Knights met her by the way,

They did her grace;
'Fair lady, whence be ye?'

'France it is my countrie,
I come of a high race.

'My sire is the nightingale,
That sings, making his wail,

In the wild wood, clear;
The mermaid is mother to me,

That sings in the salt sea,
In the ocean mere.'

'Ye come of a right good race,
And are born of a high place,

And of high degree;
Would to God that ye were

Given unto me, being fair,
My lady and love to be.'

LOST FOR A ROSE'S SAKE.
I LAVED my hands,

BY the water side;
With the willow leaves

My hands I dried.
The nightingale sung

On the bough of the tree;
Sing, sweet nightingale,

It is well with thee.
Thou hast heart's delight,

I have sad heart's sorrow
For a false false maid

That will wed to-morrow.
'Tis all for a rose,

That I gave her not,
And I would that it grew

In the garden plot.
And I would the rose-tree

Were still to set,
That my love Marie

Might love me yet.
BALLADS OF MODERN GREECE.

THE BRIGAND'S GRAVE.
THE moon came up above the hill,

The sun went down the sea;
Go, maids, and fetch the well-water,

But, lad, come here to me.
Gird on my jack and my old sword,

For I have never a son;
And you must be the chief of all

When I am dead and gone.
But you must take my old broad sword,

And cut the green bough of the tree,
And strew the green boughs on the ground

To make a soft death bed for me.
And you must bring the holy priest

That I may sained be;
For I have lived a roving life

Fifty years under the greenwood tree.
And you shall make a grave for me,

And make it deep and wide;
That I may turn about and dream

With my old gun by my side.
And leave a window to the east,

And the swallows will bring the spring;
And all the merry month of May

The nightingales will sing.
THE SUDDEN BRIDAL.

IT was a maid lay sick of love,
All for a leman fair;

And it was three of her bower-maidens
That came to comfort her.

The first she bore a blossomed branch,
The second an apple brown,

The third she had a silk kerchief,
And still her tears ran down.

The first she mocked, the second she laughed -
'We have loved lemans fair,

We made our hearts like the iron stone
Had little teen or care.'

'If ye have loved 'twas a false false love,
And an ill leman was he;

But her true love had angel's eyes,
And as fair was his sweet body.

And I will gird my green kirtle,
And braid my yellow hair,

And I will over the high hills
And bring her love to her.'

'Nay, if you braid your yellow hair,
You'll twine my love from me.'

'Now nay, now nay, my lady good,
That ever this should be!'

'When you have crossed the western hills
My true love you shall meet,

With a green flag blowing over him,
And green grass at his feet.'

She has crossed over the high hills,
And the low hills between,

And she has found the may's leman
Beneath a flag of green.

'Twas four and twenty ladies fair
Were sitting on the grass;

But he has turned and looked on her,
And will not let her pass.

'You've maidens here, and maidens there,
And loves through all the land;

But what have you made of the lady fair
You gave the rose-garland?'

She was so harsh and cold of love,
To me gave little grace;

She wept if I but touched her hand,
Or kissed her bonny face.

'Yea, crows shall build in the eagle's nest,
The hawk the dove shall wed,

Before my old true love and I
Meet in one wedding bed.'

When she had heard his bitter rede
That was his old true love,

She sat and wept within her bower,
And moaned even as a dove.

She rose up from her window seat,
And she looked out to see;

Her love came riding up the street
With a goodly company.

He was clad on with Venice gold,
Wrought upon cramoisie,

His yellow hair shone like the sun
About his fair body.

'Now shall I call him blossomed branch
That has ill knots therein?

Or shall I call him basil plant,
That comes of an evil kin?

'Oh, I shall give him goodly names,
My sword of damask fine;

My silver flower, my bright-winged bird,
Where go you, lover mine?'

'I go to marry my new bride,
That I bring o'er the down;

And you shall be her bridal maid,
And hold her bridal crown.'

'When you come to the bride chamber
Where your fair maiden is,

You'll tell her I was fair of face,
But never tell her this,

'That still my lips were lips of love,
My kiss love's spring-water,

That my love was a running spring,
My breast a garden fair.

'And you have kissed the lips of love
And drained the well-water,

And you have spoiled the running spring,
And robbed the fruits so fair.'

* * * * * *
'Now he that will may scatter nuts,

And he may wed that will;
But she that was my old true love

Shall be my true love still.'
GREEK FOLK SONGS.

IANNOULA.
ALL the maidens were merry and wed

All to lovers so fair to see;
The lover I took to my bridal bed

He is not long for love and me.
I spoke to him and he noting said,

I gave him bread of the wheat so fine,
He did not eat of the bridal bread,

He did not drink of the bridal wine.
I made him a bed was soft and deep,

I made him a bed to sleep with me;
'Look on me once before you sleep,

And look on the flower of my fair body.
'Flowers of April, and fresh May-dew,

Dew of April and buds of May;
Two white blossoms that bud for you,

Buds that blossom before the day.'
THE TELL-TALES.

ALL in the mirk midnight when I was beside you,
Who has seen, who has heard, what was said, what was done?

'Twas the night and the light of the stars that espied you,
The fall of the moon, and the dawning begun.

'Tis a swift star has fallen, a star that discovers
To the sea what the green sea has told to the oars,

And the oars to the sailors, and they of us lovers
Go singing this song at their mistress's doors.

AVE.
TWILIGHT ON TWEED.

THREE crests against the saffron sky,

• willow [´wiləu] n.柳树 (初中英语单词)
• western [´westən] a.西的；西方的 (初中英语单词)
• wedding [´wediŋ] n.婚礼，结婚 (初中英语单词)
• maiden [´meidn] n.少女 a.未婚的 (初中英语单词)
• running [´rʌniŋ] a.奔跑的；流动的 (初中英语单词)
• blossom [´blɔsəm] n.花；开花期 vi.开花 (初中英语单词)
• midnight [´midnait] n.午夜；漆黑 (初中英语单词)
• goodly [´gudli] a.适意的；漂亮的 (高中英语单词)
• venice [´venis] n.威尼斯 (高中英语单词)
• whence [wens] ad.从何处；从那里 (英语四级单词)
• nightingale [´naitiŋgeil] n.夜莺 (英语四级单词)
• bridal [´braidl] a.&n.婚礼(的) (英语四级单词)
• greenwood [´gri:nwud] n.绿林 (英语六级单词)
• damask [´dæməsk] n.锦缎 a.缎子的 (英语六级单词)