Rutger van Groningen |
Lord Donald, from the tavern, did depart one autumn night Where he'd a pleasant little tumble in the hay Though the eve'nin' air was pleasant, and the harvest moon shone bright Ridin' home across the moor he lost his way. At a pool all ringed with stones, did he dismount to rest his steed To his surprise, he saw a fair lass all alone She was wadin' 'mongst the lilies, she paid him little heed She smiled and she hummed a little song. Lord Donald said, "Hello lass - I do not mean ya harm." He gave to her his best and charmin' smile. "That water must be cold, lass, come on out and be thee warmed Have a sip of brandy, bide with me a while." Sing of broken promises, sing of broken lives Of secret trysts at midnight, of pain that cuts like knives As she rose all from the water, Donald saw she was with child Her shape was not concealed by her wet dress - Still she was a lovely sight, and she gave to him a smile, He laid out his fine cloak out upon the grass. "You look much like a lass I knew - Fair Molly," Donald said, "Whom I met all in me rambles in the town," She looked at him and said, "Fair Molly she is dead." "Out on the gray and lonely moor, she drowned." "For her lover sorely wronged her, from her own she was outcast She, off alone, did take her own dear life." "But bide with me while now, we'll sit close on the grass, This cold, it does cut through me like a knife." Sing of broken promises, and sing of broken lives Sing of abandoned lovers, of pain that cuts like knives As she drew nigh to him, his young heart in froze in fear For her eyes were dead and black as pits of Hell Her hair was full of pond-weed, and her skin was deadly white Of death and of the bottom she did smell. He flew all back, lept to his horse, and madly spurred away In terror for his life and for his soul In the distance he fancied that he heard her say "Oh please do stay and keep me from the cold" "For I'm always in the dark and always cold" |
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