English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Traditional Ballads
17. The Wife of Ushers Well
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And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them oer the sea.
A week but barely ane,
Whan word came to the carline wife
That her three sons were gane.
A week but barely three,
Whan word came to the carlin wife
That her sons she’d never see.
Nor fashes in the flood,
Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood.”
When nights are lang and mirk.
The carlin wife’s three sons came hame,
And their hats were o the birk.
Nor yet in ony sheugh;
But at the gates o Paradise,
That birk grew fair eneugh.
Bring water from the well;
For a’ my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well.”
She’s made it large and wide,
And she’s taen her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bed-side.
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said,
“’Tis time we were away.”
And clappd his wings at a’,
When the youngest to the eldest said,
“Brother, we must awa.”
The channerin worm doth chide;
Gin we be mist out o our place,
A sair pain we maun bide.
Lie still but if we may;
Gin my mother should miss us when she wakes,
She’ll go mad ere it be day.”
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass
That kindles my mother’s fire!”