BALLADS AND LOVE SONGS. THE MIGHT OF LOVE. "THERE is work, good man, for you to-day!" So the wife of Jamie cried, "For a ship at Garl'ston, on Solway, Is beached, and her coal's to be got away "And, lassie, would you have me start, And make for Solway sands? You know that I, for my poor part, To help me, have nor horse nor cart- "But, Jamie, be not, till ye try, ; Of honest chances baulked And far and near the men were pressed, "Aye," Jamie said, "she knew the best," To caulk the open seams. And while the outward-flowing tide Moaned like a dirge of woe, The ship's mate from the beach-belt cried : "Her hull is heeling toward the side Where the men are at work below!" And the cartmen, wild and open-eyed, "Run for your lives, all hands!" Like dead leaves in the sudden swell Thank God, thank God, the peril's past! The master cries. “One man, the last, "Back, back, all hands! Get what you can Or pick, or oar, or stave." This way and that they breathless ran, To dig him out of his grave! "Too slow! too slow! The weight will kill! Up, make your hawsers fast!" Then every man took hold with a will THE MIGHT OF LOVE. A long pull and a strong pull - still With never a stir o' th' mast! 241 At it with might and main. "Back to the sands! too slow, too slow! He's dying, dying! yet, heave ho! Heave ho! there, once again!" And now on the beach at Garl'ston stood Its love like a queenly crown; and the blood On, on it trampled, stride by stride. But lo! the great sea trembling stands; Slackened that terrible grip. "Come to me, Jamie! God grants the way," And the sea, so cruel, grew kind, they say, "THE GRACE WIFE OF KEITH.” No whit is gained, do you say to me, No whit since Bacon trod his ways, And William Shakespeare wrote his plays! But here is a lesson, man, to heed; But the record will show you, after all, All in the times of the good King James- One Geillis Duncan standeth the first For helping of "anie kinde sick" accursed, Read of her torturers given their scope And of searching her body sae pure and fair Of how through fair coaxings and agonies' dread She came to acknowledge whatever they said, 243 66 THE GRACE WIFE OF KEITH." And, lastly, her shaken wits losing, To prattle from nonsense and blasphemies wild First naming Euphemia Macalzean, A lord's young daughter, and fair as a queen ; Then Agnes, whose wisdom surpassed her ; "Grace Wyff of Keith," so her sentence lies, "Adjudged at Holyrood under the eyes Of the King, her royal master." O, think of this Grace wife, fine and tall, With owning the lie that on Hallowmas Eve Think of her owning, through brainsick fright, Across the border and far away For that same Geillis to dance and play, Think of her true tongue made to tell And how she had gript him neck and skin, |