ALLEN-A-DALE SIR WALTER SCOTT ALLEN-A-DALE has no fagot for burning, The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, Allen-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight, Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright: Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord, Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word; Allen-a-Dale to his wooing is come; 15 The mother, she ask'd of his household and home: 20 'Though the castle of Richmond stand fair on the hill, My hall,' quoth bold Allen,' shows gallanter still; D 25 'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale, 30 JOCK OF HAZELDEAN SIR WALTER SCOTT 'WHY Weep ye by the tide, ladie? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye sall be his bride: And ye sall be his bride, ladie, Sae comely to be seen But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. 'Now let this wilfu' grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen’ But aye she loot the tears down fa' 5 ΤΟ 15 A chain of gold ye sall not lack, Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; Shall ride our forest queen' But aye she loot the tears down fa' The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The tapers glimmer'd fair; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, They sought her baith by bower and ha'; The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. 20 25 30 THE BELLS OF SHANDON FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONEY FRANCIS SYLVESTER MAHONEY (1805-1866) was born in Cork, Ireland. He was ordained as a priest, but gave up his calling and became one of the staff of Fraser's Magazine. He was a brilliant writer, witty and sarcastic. His works were collected in a volume entitled 'Reliques of Father Prout.' In the last years of his life he retired to a monastery. WITH deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose songs so wild would, in the days of child hood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee. I've heard bells chiming full many a clime in, While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate — Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee. I've heard bells tolling old 'Adrian's Mole" in, In the gorgeous turrets of Notre Dame ; ° Oh! the bells of Shandon Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee. 5 ΤΟ 15 20 O 25 There's a bell in Moscow, while on tower and kiosk O! In Saint Sophia the Turkman gets, And loud in air calls men to prayer From the tapering summits of tall minarets. Such empty phantom I freely grant them; But there is an anthem more dear to me, 'Tis the bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee. 30 35 ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY THOMAS GRAY THOMAS GRAY (1716-1771) was born in London. He was one of the most learned men of his day. He wrote but few poems, but those he did write were exquisitely finished. It is said he was seven years writing and polishing the Elegy.' This poem is one of the best known and best beloved poems in the English language. Gray also wrote an 'Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College,' 'The Progress of Poesy,' and the 'Bard.' He died in 1771 and is buried at Stoke Pogis in the churchyard which he has immortalized in the 'Elegy.' THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, |