COLIN
AND
LUCY
.
By
the
Same
.
I.
OF
Leinster
fam'd
for
maidens
fair
,
Bright
LUCY
was
the
grace
;
Nor
e'er
did
Liffy's
limpid
stream
Reflect
a
fairer
face
;
II
.
'Till
luckless
love
and
pining
care
Impair'd
her
rosy
hue
,
Her
dainty
lip
,
her
damask
check
,
And
eyes
of
glossy
blue
.
III
.
Ah
!
have
you
seen
a
lily
pale
When
beating
rains
descend
?
So
droop'd
this
slow-consuming
maid
,
Her
life
now
near
its
end
.
IV
.
By
LUCY
warn'd
,
of
flatt'ring
swains
Take
heed
,
ye
easy
fair
;
Of
vengeance
due
to
broken
vows
,
Ye
flatt'ring
swains
beware
!
V.
Three
times
all
in
the
dead
of
night
,
A
bell
was
heard
to
ring
;
And
at
her
window
shrieking
thrice
,
The
raven
flap'd
his
wing
.
VI
.
Full
well
the
love-lorn
maiden
knew
The
solemn
boding
sound
,
And
thus
in
dying
words
bespake
The
virgins
weeping
round
.
VII
.
"
I
hear
a
voice
you
cannot
hear
,
"
That
cries
,
I
must
not
stay
;
"
I
see
a
hand
you
cannot
see
,
"
That
beckons
me
away
.
VIII
.
"
Of
a
false
swain
and
broken
heart
,
"
In
early
youth
I
die
;
"
Am
I
to
blame
,
because
the
bride
"
Is
twice
as
rich
as
I
?
IX
.
"
Ah
,
COLIN
,
give
not
her
thy
vows
,
"
Vows
due
to
me
alone
!
"
Nor
thou
,
rash
girl
,
receive
his
kiss
,
"
Nor
think
him
all
thy
own
!
X.
"
To-morrow
in
the
church
to
wed
"
Impatient
both
prepare
:
"
But
know
,
false
man
,
and
know
,
fond
maid
,
"
Poor
LUCY
will
be
there
.
XI
.
"
Then
bear
my
corse
,
ye
comrades
dear
,
"
The
bridegroom
blithe
to
meet
;
"
He
in
his
wedding-trim
so
gay
,
"
I
in
my
winding
sheet
.
"
XII
.
She
spake
,
she
dy'd
,
her
corse
was
borne
,
The
bridegroom
blithe
to
meet
;
He
in
his
wedding
trim
so
gay
,
She
in
her
winding
sheet
.
XIII
.
What
then
were
COLIN'S
dreadful
thoughts
;
How
were
these
nuptials
kept
?
The
bride-men
flock'd
round
LUCY
dead
,
And
all
the
village
wept
.
XIV
.
Compassion
,
shame
,
remorse
,
despair
,
At
once
his
bosom
swell
:
The
damps
of
death
bedew'd
his
brow
,
He
groan'd
,
he
shook
,
he
fell
.
XV.
From
the
vain
bride
,
a
bride
no
more
,
The
varying
crimson
fled
;
When
,
stretch'd
beside
her
rival's
corse
,
She
saw
her
lover
dead
.
XVI
.
He
to
his
LUCY'S
new-made
grave
,
Convey'd
by
trembling
swains
,
In
the
same
mould
,
beneath
one
sod
,
For-ever
now
remains
.
XVII
.
Oft
at
this
place
the
constant
hind
And
plighted
maid
are
seen
;
With
garlands
gay
,
and
true-love
knots
They
deck
the
sacred
green
.
XVIII
.
But
,
swain
forsworn
,
who'er
thou
art
,
This
hallow'd
ground
forbear
!
Remember
COLIN'S
dreadful
fate
,
And
fear
to
meet
him
there
.