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She sat her by the nut-browne bride,
And her een they wer sae clear, Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride,
Whan fair Annet drew near.
He had a rose into his hand,
He gae it kisses three,
Laid it on fair Annets knee.
Lord Thomas he saw fair Annet wex pale,
And marvelit what mote bee :
A’ wood-wroth wexed hee.
He drew his dagger, that was fae sharp,
That was fae sharp and meet,
That fell deid at his feit.
Now ftay for me, dear Annet, he sed,
Now ftay, my dear, he cry'd;
And fell deid by her side.
Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa',
Fair Annet within the quiere ;
The other a bonny briere.
And ay they grew, and ay they threw,
As they wad faine be neare ;
They were twa luvers deare,
CORY DON's DOLEFUL KNEL L.
This little fimple elegy is given, with some correctionis from two copies
, one of which is in “ The golden garland of frincely delights."
The burt hen of the song, DING DONG, &c. is at present appropriated to burlesque subjects, and therefore may excite only ludicrous ideas in a modern reader ; but in the time of our poet it usually accompanied the most folemn and mournful frains. Of this kind is that fine aerial Dirge in Shakespear's Tempest,
“ Full fadom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are corrall made ;
Nothing of him, that doth fade,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
[“ Burt herr, Ding dong.”]
I make no doubt but the poet intended to conclude this air in a manner the most folemn and expresive of melancholy.
Y Phillida, adieu love!
For evermore farewel !
Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong,
My Phillida is dead !
At my fair Phillis' head,