Frances Anne Kemble - Ballad [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The Lord's son stood at the clear spring head
The May on the other side
'And stretch me your lily hand,' he said
'For I must mount and ride
'And waft me a kiss across the brook
And a curl of your yellow hair;
Come summer or winter, I ne'er shall look
Again on your eyes so fair
'Bring me my coal-black steed, my squire
Bring Fleetfoot forth!' he cried;
'For threescore miles he must not tire
To bear me to my bride
'His foot must be swift, though my heart be slow;
He carries me towards my sorrow;
To the Earl's proud daughter I made my vow
And I must wed her to-morrow.'
The Lord's son stood at the altar stone,—
The Earl's proud daughter near:
'And what is that ring you have gotten on
That you kiss so oft and so dear?
'Is it a ring of the yellow gold
Or something more precious and bright?
Give me that ring in my hand to hold
Or I plight ye no troth to-night.'
'It is not a ring of the yellow gold
But something more precious and bright
But never shall hand, save my hand, hold
This ring by day or night.'
'And now I am your wedded wife
Give me the ring, I pray.'—
'You may take my lands, you may take my life
But never this ring away.'
They sat at the board; and the lady bride
Red wine in a goblet pour'd;
'And pledge me a health, sweet sir,' she cried
'My husband and my lord.'
The cup to his lips he had scarcely press'd
When he gasping drew his breath
His head sank down on his heaving breast
And he said, 'It is death! it is death!—
'Oh, bury me under the gay green shaw
By the brook, 'neath the heathery sod
Where last her blessed eyes I saw
Where her blessed feet last trod!'