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The Brother Avenged
and Other Ballads

written by "Borrow, George Henry, 1803-1881"
...sp;  And my good steed clomb in hurry; There was nothing for me but to hasten and flee,    And myself ’mong the woods to bury. And hidden for eight long years I lay    Amid the woods so lonely; I’d nothing to eat in that dark retreat    But grass and green leaves only. I’d nothing to eat in that dark retreat,    Save the grass and leaves I devoured; No bed-fellows crept to the place where I slept,    But bears that brooned and roared. So near at hand was the holy tide    Of our Lady of mercies tender; The King of the Swedes his followers leads,    And rides to the Church in splendour. p. 8So I laid an arrow on my good bow,    As I looked from the gap so narrow; And into the heart of the Swedish King    I sent the yard-long arrow. Now lies on the ground the Swedish King,    And the blood from his death-wound showers; So blythe is my breast, though still I must rest    Amid the forest bowers. p. 9THE EYES To kiss a pair of red lips small    Full many a lover sighs; If I kiss anything at all,    Let it be Sophy’s eyes. The eyes, the eyes, whose witcheries    Have filled my heart with care; Too dear I prize the eyes, the eyes    Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. Were I the Czar, my kingly crown,    My troops and victories, And fair renown I’d all lay down    To kiss but Sophy’s eyes. p. 10The charming eyes, whose witcheries    Have filled my heart with care; Too dear I prize the charming eyes    Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. Perhaps I’ve seen a fairer face,    Though hers may well surprise; A form perhaps of lovelier grace,    But, oh! the eyes, the eyes! The matchless eyes, whose witcheries    Have filled my heart with care; I well may prize the matchless eyes    Of Sophy Ribeaupierre. What with the polished diamon...

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