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Won't you help support DayPoems? Earl BrandBy Anonymous18th CenturyChild Ballad 7 Wake you up, wake you up, you seven sleepers, And do take warning of me; O do take care of your oldest daughter dear, For the youngest are going with me. He mounted her up on his bonny, bonny brown, Himself on the dark apple grey; He drew his buckles down by his side, And away he went singing away. Get you up, get you up, my seven sons bold, Get on your arms so bright, For it never shall be said that a daughter of mine Shall lie with a lord all night. He rode, he rode that livelong day, Along with his lady so dear, Until she saw her seventh brother come And her father were walking so near. Get you down, get you down, Lady Margaret, he cried, And hold my horse for a while, Until I can fight your seventh brother bold, And your father is walking so nigh. She held, she held, she bitter, bitter held, And never shedded one tear Until she saw her seventh brother fall And her father she loved so dear. Do you choose for to go, Lady Margaret, he cried, Do you choose for to go or to stay? O I'll go, I'll go, Lord Thomas, she cried, For you've left me without any guide. He mounted her up on his bonny, bonny brown, Himself on the dark apple grey; He drew his buckles down by his side, And away he went bleeding away. He rode, he rode that livelong night Till he came to his mother's stand. Get you down, get you down, Lady Margaret, he cried. So that we can rest for a while. It's mother, mother, make my bed, And fix it smooth and wide, And lie my lady down by my side So that we can rest for a while. Lord Thomas he died by midnight, Lady Margaret before it were day, And the old woman for the loss of her son, And there were several lives lost. DayPoems Poem No. 2513 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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