BUSH BALLADS AND RHYMES 



And Guy — Lord Guy — so stately and stern, 



He is changed, I met him at Winchester ; 

 He has grown quite gloomy and taciturn. 



Gwendoline — why do you ask for her ? 

 Died ! as her mother had died before — 



Died giving birth to the baby Guy! 

 Did my voice shake ? Then am I fool the more. 



Sooner or later we all must die : 

 But at least, let us live while we live to-night. 

 Tht days may be dark, but the lamps are bright. 



For to me the sunlight seems worn and wan : 



The sun, he is losing his splendour now — 

 He can never shine as of old he shone 



On her glorious hair and glittering brow. 

 Ah ! those days that were, when my beard 

 was black, 



Now I have only the nights that are. 

 What, landlord, ho ! bring in haste, burnt sack 



And a flask of your fiercest usquebaugh. 

 You, Cuthbert ! surely you know by heart 

 The story of her and of Britomarte. 



