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letra de the bride's tragedy - percy grainger

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“the wind wears roun’, the day wears doun
the moon is grisly grey;
there’s nae man rides by the mirk muirsides
nor down the dark tyne’s way.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“and winna ye watch the night wi’ me
and winna ye wake the morn?
foul shame it were that your ae mither
should brook her ae son’s scorn.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“o mither, i may not sleep nor stay
my weird is ill to dree;
for a fause faint lord of the south seaboard
wad win my bride of me.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“the winds are strang, and the nights are lang
and the ways are sair to ride:
and i maun gang to wreak my wrang
and ye maun bide and bide.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“gin i maun bide and bide, willie
i wot my weird is sair:
weel may ye get ye a light love yet
but never a mither mair.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“o gin the morrow be great wi’ sorrow
the wyte be yours of a’:
but though ye slay me that haud and stay me
the weird ye will maun fa’.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

when c-cks were crawing and day was dawing
he’s boun’ him forth to ride:
and the ae first may he’s met that day
was fause earl robert’s bride
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

o blithe and braw were the bride-folk a’
but sad and saft rade she;
and sad as doom was her fause bridegroom
but fair and fain was he
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“and winna ye bide, sae saft ye ride
and winna ye speak wi’ me?
for mony’s the word and the kindly word
i have spoken aft wi’ thee.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“my lamp was lit yestreen, willie
my window-gate was wide:
but ye camena nigh me till day came by me
and made me not your bride.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

he’s set his hand to her bridle-rein
he’s turned her horse away:
and the cry was sair, and the wrath was mair
and fast and fain rode they
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

but when they came by chollerford
i wot the ways were fell;
for broad and brown the spate swang down
and the lift was mirk as hell
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“and will ye ride yon fell water
or will ye bide for fear?
nae scathe ye’ll win o’ your father’s kin
though they should slay me here.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“i had liefer ride yon fell water
though strange it be to ride
than i wad stand on the fair green strand
and thou be slain beside.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“i had liefer swim yon wild water
though sair it be to bide
than i wad stand at a strange man’s hand
to be a strange man’s bride.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

“i had liefer drink yon dark water
wi’ the stanes to make my bed
and the faem to hide me, and thou beside me
than i wad see thee dead.”
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

he’s kissed her twice, he’s kissed her thrice
on cheek and lip and chin:
he’s wound her rein to his hand again
and lightly they leapt in
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

their hearts were high to live or die
their steeds were stark of limb:
but the stream was starker, the spate was darker
than man might live and swim
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

the first ae step they strode therein
it smote them foot and knee:
but ere they wan to the mid water
the spate was as the sea
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

but when they wan to the mid water
it smote them hand and head:
and nae man knows but the wave that flows
where they lie drowned and dead
in, in, out and in
blaws the wind and whirls the whin

- percy grainger

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