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ALLEN-A-DALE.
Words by Sir Walter Scott. Adapted to a Border air.
From Rokeby.
Al - len - a - Dale has no fa - got for burn-ing, Al - len - a-
Dale has no fur - row for turn-ing, Al - len - a - Dale has no
fleece for the spin-ning, Yet Al - len - a - Dale has red gold for the
winning ; Come read me my rid - die and hearken my tale, And tell me the
craft of bold Al - len - a - Dale. And tell me the craft of bold Al - len - a-Dale.
The baron of Ravensworth prances in pride,
And he views his domains upon Arkindale side,
The mere for his net, and the land for his game,
The lake for the wild, and the park for the tame ;
Yet the fish of the lake and the deer of the vale,
Are less free to Lord Dacre than Allen-a-Dale.
Allen-a-Dale was ne'er belted a knight,
Though his spur be as sharp, and his blade be as bright :
Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord,
Yet twenty tall yeomen will draw at his word ;
And the best of our nobles his bonnet will veil,
Who at Rere-cross on Stanmore meets Allen-a-Dale.
Allen-a-Dale to his wooing is come ;
The mother, she asked of his household and home ;
" Though the castle of Richmond stands fair on the hill,
My hall," quoth bold Allen, " shows gallanter still;
'Tis the blue vault of heaven, with its crescent so pale,
And with all its bright spangles ! " said Allen-a-Dale.