C.D. Warner, et al., comp.
The Library of the World’s Best Literature. An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
The Wife of Ushers Well
By The Ballad
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THERE lived a wife at Usher’s Well, | And a wealthy wife was she; | She had three stout and stalwart sons, | And sent them o’er the sea. 2. | They hadna been a week from her, | A week but barely ane, | When word came to the carlin wife | That her three sons were gane. 3. | They hadna been a week from her, | A week but barely three, | When word came to the carlin wife | That her sons she’d never see. 4. | “I wish the wind may never cease, | Nor fashes in the flood, | Till my three sons come hame to me, | In earthly flesh and blood.” 5. | It fell about the Martinmass, | When nights are lang and mirk, | The carlin wife’s three sons came hame, | And their hats were o’ the birk. 6. | It neither grew in syke nor ditch, | Nor yet in ony sheugh, | But at the gates o’ Paradise, | That birk grew fair eneugh. ***** 7. | “Blow up the fire, my maidens! | Bring water from the well! | For a’ my house shall feast this night, | Since my three sons are well.” 8. | And she has made to them a bed, | She’s made it large and wide, | And she’s ta’en her mantle her about, | Sat down at the bed-side. ***** 9. | Up then crew the red, red cock, | And up and crew the gray; | The eldest to the youngest said, | “’Tis time we were away.” 10. | The cock he hadna craw’d but once, | And clapp’d his wing at a’, | When the youngest to the eldest said, | “Brother, we must awa’. 11. | “The cock doth craw, the day doth daw, | The channerin worm doth chide; | Gin we be mist out o’ our place, | A sair pain we maun bide. 12. | “Fare ye weel, my mother dear! | Fareweel to barn and byre! | And fare ye weel, the bonny lass | That kindles my mother’s fire!”
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