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Sir Walter Scott
The Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border
The Wife of Usher's Well

The Wife of Usher's WellA Fragment.
Never Before Published

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.

They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely ane,
When word came to the carline wife,
That her three sons were gane.

They hadna been a week from her,
A week but barely three,
When word came to the carline wife,
There her sons she'd never see.

"I wish the wind may never cease,*
Nor fishes ** in the flood,
Till my three sons come hame to me,
In earthly flesh and blood!" -

It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights are lang and mirk,
The carline wife's three sons came hame,
And their hats were o' the birk.

It neither grew in syke nor ditch,
Nor yet in ony shedugh;
But at the gates o' Paradise,
That birk grew fair enough.

* * * * * * * *

"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." -

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.

* * * * * * * *

Up then crew the red red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said,
"'Tis time we were away." -

The cock he hadna craw'd but once,
And clapp'd his wings at a',
Whan the youngest to the eldest said,
"Brother, we must awa. -

"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. 

"Fare ye weel, my mother dear!
Fareweel to barn and byre!
And fare ye weel, the bonny lass,
That kindles my mother's fire."

*The sense of this verse is obscure owing, probably, to corruption by reciters. It would appear that the mother had sinned in the same degree with the celebrated Lenore. 
** {Query. Should we not read, for fishes here, fashes - i.e. troubles? - ED.}
*** Channerin' - fretting



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