Fairyland. Ah, would that I had never been The lover of the Fairy Queen. Or would that I again might be Asleep below the Eildon Tree, And see her ride the forest way As on that morning of the May! p. 99Or would that through the little town, The grey old place of Ercildoune, And all along the sleepy street The soft fall of the white deer’s feet Came, with the mystical command, That I must back to Fairy Land! p. 99 p. 100FOR A ROSE’S SAKE p. 100 FRENCH FOLK-SONG FRENCH FOLK-SONG I laved my hands By the water-side, With willow leaves My hands I dried. laved The nightingale sang On the bough of a tree, Sing, sweet nightingale, It is well with thee. Thou hast heart’s delight, I have sad heart’s sorrow, For a false false maid That will wed to-morrow. It is all for a rose That I gave her not, p. 101And I would that it grew In the garden plot, p. 101 And I would the rose-tree Were still to set, That my love Marie Might love me yet! p. 102THE BRIGAND’S GRAVE p. 102 MODERN GREEK MODERN GREEK The moon came up above the hill, The sun went down the sea, ‘Go, maids, and draw the well-water, But, lad, come here to me.
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