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O HAVE you seen the Stratton flood	A
That's great with rain to day	B
It runs beneath your wall Lord Sands	C
Full of the new mown hay	B
I led your hounds to Hutton bank	D
To bathe at early morn	E
They got their bath by Borrowbrake	D
Above the standing corn	E
Out from the castle stair Lord Sands	C
Looked up the western lea	F
The rook was grieving on her nest	G
The flood was round her tree	F
Over the castle wall Lord Sands	C
Looked down the eastern hill	H
The stakes swam free among the boats	I
The flood was rising still	H
What's yonder far below that lies	J
So white against the slope	K
O it's a sail o' your bonny barks	L
The waters have washed up	M
But I have never a sail so white	N
And the water's not yet there	O
O it's the swans o' your bonny lake	D
The rising flood doth scare	O
The swans they would not hold so still	H
So high they would not win	P
O it's Joyce my wife has spread her smock	D
And fears to fetch it in	P
Nay knave it's neither sail nor swans	Q
Nor aught that you can say	B
For though your wife might leave her smock	D
Herself she'd bring away	B
Lord Sands has passed the turret stair	O
The court and yard and all	R
The kine were in the byre that day	B
The nags were in the stall	R
Lord Sands has won the weltering slope	K
Whereon the white shape lay	B
The clouds were still above the hill	H
And the shape was still as they	B
Oh pleasant is the gaze of life	S
And sad is death's blind head	T
But awful are the living eyes	J
In the face of one thought dead	T
In God's name Janet is it me	F
Thy ghost has come to seek	D
Nay wait another hour Lord Sands	C
Be sure my ghost shall speak	D
A moment stood he as a stone	U
Then grovelled to his knee	F
O Janet O my love my love	V
Rise up and come with me	F
O once before you bade me come	W
And it's here you have brought me	F
O many's the sweet word Lord Sands	C
You've spoken oft to me	F
But all that I have from you to day	B
Is the rain on my body	F
And many's the good gift Lord Sands	C
You've promised oft to me	F
But the gift of yours I keep to day	B
Is the babe in my body	F
O it's not in any earthly bed	T
That first my babe I'll see	F
For I have brought my body here	X
That the flood may cover me	F
His face was close against her face	Y
His hands of hers were fain	Z
O her wet cheeks were hot with tears	A2
Her wet hands cold with rain	Z
They told me you were dead Janet	B2
How could I guess the lie	C2
They told me you were false Lord Sands	C
What could I do but die	C2
Now keep you well my brother Giles	D2
Through you I deemed her dead	T
As wan as your towers seem to day	B
To morrow they'll be red	T
Look down look down my false mother	E2
That bade me not to grieve	F2
You'll look up when our marriage fires	G2
Are lit to morrow eve	F2
O more than one and more than two	H2
The sorrow of this shall see	F
But it's to morrow love for them	I2
To day's for thee and me	F
He's drawn her face between his hands	C
And her pale mouth to his	J2
No bird that was so still that day	B
Chirps sweeter than his kiss	K2
The flood was creeping round their feet	L2
O Janet come away	B
The hall is warm for the marriage rite	N
The bed for the birthday	B
Nay but I hear your mother cry	C2
Go bring this bride to bed	T
And would she christen her babe unborn	E
So wet she comes to wed	T
I'll be your wife to cross your door	M2
And meet your mother's e'e	F
We plighted troth to wed i' the kirk	D
And it's there you'll wed with me	F
He's ta'en her by the short girdle	N2
And by the dripping sleeve	F2
Go fetch Sir Jock my mother's priest	O2
You'll ask of him no leave	F2
O it's one half hour to reach the kirk	D
And one for the marriage rite	N
And kirk and castle and castle lands	C
Shall be our babe's to night	N
The flood's in the kirkyard Lord Sands	C
And round the belfry stair	O
I bade you fetch the priest he said	T
Myself shall bring him there	O
It's for the lilt of wedding bells	P2
We'll have the hail to pour	M2
And for the clink of bridle reins	Q2
The plashing of the oar	M2
Beneath them on the nether hill	H
A boat was floating wide	R2
Lord Sands swam out and caught the oars	S2
And rowed to the hill side	R2
He's wrapped her in a green mantle	N2
And set her softly in	P
Her hair was wet upon her face	Y
Her face was grey and thin	P
And Oh she said lie still my babe	T2
It's out you must not win	P
But woe's my heart for Father John	U2
As hard as he might pray	B
There seemed no help but Noah's ark	D
Or Jonah's fish that day	B
The first strokes that the oars struck	D
Were over the broad leas	V2
The next strokes that the oars struck	D
They pushed beneath the trees	V2
The last stroke that the oars struck	D
The good boat's head was met	W2
And there the gate of the kirk yard	X2
Stood like a ferry gate	Y2
He's set his hand upon the bar	Z2
And lightly leaped within	P
He's lifted her to his left shoulder	E2
Her knees beside his chin	P
The graves lay deep beneath the flood	A
Under the rain alone	U
And when the foot stone made him slip	A3
He held by the head stone	U
The empty boat thrawed i' the wind	B3
Against the postern tied	R2
Hold still you've brought my love with me	F
You shall take back my bride	R2
But woe's my heart for Father John	U2
And the saints he clamoured to	H2
There's never a saint but Christopher	E2
Might hale such buttocks through	H2
And Oh she said on men's shoulders	G2
I well had thought to wend	C3
And well to travel with a priest	O2
But not to have cared or ken'd	O2
And oh she said it's well this way	B
That I thought to have fared	O2
Not to have lighted at the kirk	D
But stopped in the kirkyard	O2
For it's oh and oh I prayed to God	O2
Whose rest I hoped to win	P
That when to night at your board head	O2
You'd bid the feast begin	P
This water past your window sill	H
Might bear my body in	P
Now make the white bed warm and soft	O2
And greet the merry morn	E
The night the mother should have died	O2
The young son shall be born	E

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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