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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Joanna Baillie. 1762–1851

510. The Outlaw’s Song

THE chough and crow to roost are gone, 
  The owl sits on the tree, 
The hush’d wind wails with feeble moan, 
  Like infant charity. 
The wild-fire dances on the fen,         5
  The red star sheds its ray; 
Uprouse ye then, my merry men! 
  It is our op’ning day. 
 
Both child and nurse are fast asleep, 
  And closed is every flower,  10
And winking tapers faintly peep 
  High from my lady’s bower; 
Bewilder’d hinds with shorten’d ken 
  Shrink on their murky way; 
Uprouse ye then, my merry men!  15
  It is our op’ning day. 
 
Nor board nor garner own we now, 
  Nor roof nor latchèd door, 
Nor kind mate, bound by holy vow 
  To bless a good man’s store;  20
Noon lulls us in a gloomy den, 
  And night is grown our day; 
Uprouse ye then, my merry men! 
  And use it as ye may.