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The Return of the Dead and Other Ballads
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THE RETURN OF THE DEAD
Swayne Dyring o’er to the island strayed;
And were I only young again!
He wedded there a lovely maid—
To honied words we list so fain.
Together they lived seven years and more;
And were I only young again!
And seven fair babes to him she bore—
To honied words we list so fain.
Then death arrived in luckless hour;
And were I only young again!
Then died the lovely lily flower—
To honied words we list so fain.
The Swayne he has crossed the salt sea way,
And were I only young again!
And he has wedded another may—
To honied words we list so fain.
And he that may to his home has brought;
And were I only young again!
But peevish was she, and with malice fraught—
To honied words we list so fain.
And when she came to the castle gate,
And were I only young again!
The seven children beside it wait—
To honied words we list so fain.
The children stood in sorrowful mood,
And were I only young again!
She spurned them away with her foot so rude—
To honied words we list so fain.
Nor bread nor meat will she bestow;
And were I only young again!
Said “Hate ye shall have and the hunger throe”—
To honied words we list so fain.
She took away the bolsters blue;
And were I only young again!
“Bare straw will serve for the like of you”—
To honied words we list so fain.
Away she’s ta’en the big wax light;
And were I only young again!
Said she “Ye shall lie in the murky night”—
To honied words we list so fain.
The babies at night with hunger weep;
And were I only young again!
The woman heard that in the grave so deep—
To honied words we list so fain.
To God’s high throne such haste she made;
And were I only young again!
“O I must go to my babies’ aid”—
To honied words we list so fain.
She begged so loud, and she begged so long,
And were I only young again!
That at length consent from her God she wrung—
To honied words we list so fain.
“But thou must return when the cock shall crow,
And were I only young again!
“No longer tarry must thou below”—
To honied words we list so fain.
Then up she struck with her stark thigh bone,
And were I only young again!
And burst through wall and marble stone—
To honied words we list so fain.
And when to the dwelling she drew nigh,
And were I only young again!
The hounds they yelled to the clouds so high—
To honied words we list so fain.
And when to the castle gate she won,
And were I only young again!
Her eldest daughter stood there alone—
To honied words we list so fain.
“Hail daughter mine, what dost thou here?
And were I only young again!
How fare thy brothers and sisters dear?”—
To honied words we list so fain.
“O dame thou art no mother of mine,
And were I only young again!
For she was a lady fair and fine—
To honied words we list so fain.
“A lady fine with cheeks so red,
And were I only young again!
But thou art pale as the sheeted dead”—
To honied words we list so fain.
“O how should I be fine and sleek?
And were I only young again!
How else than pale should be my cheek?—
To honied words we list so fain.
“And how should I be white and red?
And were I only young again!
Beneath the mould I’ve long been dead”—
To honied words we list so fain.
And when she entered the high, high hall,
And were I only young again...!