SIR WALTER SCOTT

<O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green !

Fd rather rove with Edmund there Than reign our English Queen/

1 If, Maiden, thou wouldst wend with me

To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we,

That dwell by dale and down : And if thou canst that riddle read,

As read full well you may, Then to the green-wood shah thou speed

As blithe as Queen of May.'

Yet sung she, ' Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are green!

I'd rather rove with Edmund there Than reign our English Queen.

' I read you by your bugle horn

And by your palfrey good, I read you for a Ranger sworn

To keep the King's green- wood.' 1 A Ranger, Lady, winds his horn,

And 'tis at peep of light ; His blast is heard at merry morn,

And mine at dead of night.'

Yet sung she, ' Brignall banks are fair, And Greta woods are gay !

I would I were with Edmund there, To reign his Queen of May !

'With burnish'd brand and musketoon

So gallantly you come,

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