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amused the Knight, but compelled his companion to ride
more steadily thereafter.
At the point of their journey at which we take them up,
this joyous pair were engaged in singing a virelai, as it was
called, in which the clown bore a mellow burden, to the better
instructed Knight of the Fetterlock. And thus run the
ditty:—
Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun,
Anna-Marie, love, morn is begun,
Mists are dispersing, love, birds singing free,
Up in the morning, love, Anna-Marie.
Anna-Marie, love, up in the morn,
The hunter is winding blithe sounds on his horn,
The echo rings merry from rock and from tree,
’Tis time to arouse thee, love, Anna-Marie.
Wamba.
O Tybalt, love, Tybalt, awake me not yet,
Around my soft pillow while softer dreams flit,
Sir Walter Scott
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For what are the joys that in waking we prove,
Compared with these visions, O, Tybalt, my love?
Let the birds to the rise of the mist carol shrill,
Let the hunter blow out his load horn on the hill,
Softer sounds, softer pleasures, in slumber I prove,—
But think not I dreamt of thee, Tybalt, my love.
“A dainty song,” said Wamba, when they had finished their
carol, “and I swear by my bauble, a pretty moral!—I used to
sing it with Gurth, once my playfellow, and now, by the grace
of God and his master, no less than a freemen; and we once
came by the cudgel for being so entranced by the melody,
that we lay in bed two hours after sunrise, singing the ditty
betwixt sleeping and waking—my bones ache at thinking of
the tune ever since. Nevertheless, I have played the part of
Anna-Marie, to please you, fair sir.”
The Jester next struck into another carol, a sort of comic
ditty, to which the Knight, catching up the tune, replied in
the like manner.