THROUGH THE WOOD.MODERN BALLAD.Throughthe wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle!Through the wood, through the wood,Gallops the earl!Yet he heeds not its songAs it sinks on his ear,For he lists to a voiceThan its music more dear.Through the wood, through the wood,Once and away,The castle is gained,And the lady is gay:When her smile waxes sad,And her eyes become dim;Her bosom is glad,If she gazes on him!Through the wood, through the wood,Over the wold,Rides onward a bandOf true warriors bold;They stop not for forest,They halt not for water;Their chieftain in sorrowIs seeking his daughter.Through the wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle;Through the wood, through the wood,Prances the earl;And on a gay palfreyComes pacing his bride;While an old man sits smiling,In joy, by her side.
Throughthe wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle!Through the wood, through the wood,Gallops the earl!Yet he heeds not its songAs it sinks on his ear,For he lists to a voiceThan its music more dear.Through the wood, through the wood,Once and away,The castle is gained,And the lady is gay:When her smile waxes sad,And her eyes become dim;Her bosom is glad,If she gazes on him!Through the wood, through the wood,Over the wold,Rides onward a bandOf true warriors bold;They stop not for forest,They halt not for water;Their chieftain in sorrowIs seeking his daughter.Through the wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle;Through the wood, through the wood,Prances the earl;And on a gay palfreyComes pacing his bride;While an old man sits smiling,In joy, by her side.
Throughthe wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle!Through the wood, through the wood,Gallops the earl!Yet he heeds not its songAs it sinks on his ear,For he lists to a voiceThan its music more dear.Through the wood, through the wood,Once and away,The castle is gained,And the lady is gay:When her smile waxes sad,And her eyes become dim;Her bosom is glad,If she gazes on him!Through the wood, through the wood,Over the wold,Rides onward a bandOf true warriors bold;They stop not for forest,They halt not for water;Their chieftain in sorrowIs seeking his daughter.Through the wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle;Through the wood, through the wood,Prances the earl;And on a gay palfreyComes pacing his bride;While an old man sits smiling,In joy, by her side.
Throughthe wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle!Through the wood, through the wood,Gallops the earl!Yet he heeds not its songAs it sinks on his ear,For he lists to a voiceThan its music more dear.
Throughthe wood, through the wood,
Warbles the merle!
Through the wood, through the wood,
Gallops the earl!
Yet he heeds not its song
As it sinks on his ear,
For he lists to a voice
Than its music more dear.
Through the wood, through the wood,Once and away,The castle is gained,And the lady is gay:When her smile waxes sad,And her eyes become dim;Her bosom is glad,If she gazes on him!
Through the wood, through the wood,
Once and away,
The castle is gained,
And the lady is gay:
When her smile waxes sad,
And her eyes become dim;
Her bosom is glad,
If she gazes on him!
Through the wood, through the wood,Over the wold,Rides onward a bandOf true warriors bold;They stop not for forest,They halt not for water;Their chieftain in sorrowIs seeking his daughter.
Through the wood, through the wood,
Over the wold,
Rides onward a band
Of true warriors bold;
They stop not for forest,
They halt not for water;
Their chieftain in sorrow
Is seeking his daughter.
Through the wood, through the wood,Warbles the merle;Through the wood, through the wood,Prances the earl;And on a gay palfreyComes pacing his bride;While an old man sits smiling,In joy, by her side.
Through the wood, through the wood,
Warbles the merle;
Through the wood, through the wood,
Prances the earl;
And on a gay palfrey
Comes pacing his bride;
While an old man sits smiling,
In joy, by her side.