THE DEAD MOTHER: ROBERT BUCHANAN

1

As I lay asleep, as I lay asleep,

Under the grass as I lay so deep,

As I lay asleep in my cotton serk

Under the shade of Our Lady's Kirk,

I waken'd up in the dead of night,

I waken'd up in my death-serk white,

And I heard a cry from far away,

And I knew the voice of my daughter May:

"Mother, Mother, come hither to me!

Mother, Mother, come hither and see!

Mother, Mother, Mother dear,

Another Mother is sitting here:

My body is bruised and in pain I cry,

On straw in the dark afraid I lie,

I thirst and hunger for drink and meat,

And Mother, Mother, to sleep were sweet!"

I heard the cry, though my grave was deep,

And awoke from sleep, and awoke from sleep.

2

I awoke from sleep, I awoke from sleep,

Up I rose from my grave so deep!

The earth was black, but overhead

The stars were yellow, the moon was red;

And I walk'd along all white and thin,

And lifted the latch and enter'd in,

And reached the chamber as dark as night,

And though it was dark, my face was white:

"Mother, Mother, I look on thee!

Mother, Mother, you frighten me!

For your cheeks are thin and your hair is gray!"

But I smiled and kissed her fears away,

I smooth'd her hair and I sang a song,

And on my knee I rocked her long:

"O Mother, Mother, sing low to me--

I am sleepy now, and I cannot see!"

I kissed her, but I could not weep,

And she went to sleep, and she went to sleep.

3

As we lay asleep, as we lay asleep,

My May and I, in our grave so deep,

As we lay asleep in the midnight mirk,

Under the shade of Our Lady's Kirk,

I waken'd up in the dead of night,

Though May my daughter lay warm and white,

For I heard the cry of a little one,

And I knew 'twas the voice of Hugh my son:

"Mother, Mother, come hither to me;

Mother, Mother, come hither and see!

Mother, Mother, Mother dear,

Another Mother is sitting here:

My body is bruised and my heart is sad,

But I speak my mind and call them bad;

I thirst and hunger night and day,

And were I strong I would fly away!"

I heard the cry, though my grave was deep,

And awoke from sleep, and awoke from sleep!

4

I awoke from sleep, I awoke from sleep,

Up I rose from my grave so deep,

The earth was black, but overhead

The stars were yellow, the moon was red;

And I walk'd along all white and thin,

And lifted the latch and enter'd in.

"Mother, Mother, and art thou here?

I know your face and I feel no fear;

Raise me, Mother, and kiss my cheek,

For oh I am weary and sore and weak."

I smoothed his hair with a mother's joy,

And he laugh'd aloud, my own brave boy:

I raised and held him on my breast,

Sang him a song, and bade him rest.

"Mother, Mother, sing low to me--

I am sleepy now and I cannot see!"

I kissed him and I could not weep,

As he went to sleep, as he went to sleep.

5

As I lay asleep, as I lay asleep,

With my girl and boy in my grave so deep,

As I lay asleep, I awoke in fear,

Awoke, but awoke not my children dear,

And I heard a cry so low and weak

From a tiny voice that could not speak;

I heard the cry of a little one,

My bairn that could neither talk nor run,

My little, little one, uncaress'd,

Starving for lack of the milk of the breast;

And I rose from sleep and enter'd in,

And found my little one, pinch'd and thin,

And croon'd a song, and hush'd its moan,

And put its lips to my white breast-bone;

And the red, red moon that lit the place

Went white to look at the little face,

And I kiss'd and kiss'd and I could not weep,

As it went to sleep, as it went to sleep.

6

As it lay asleep, as it lay asleep,

I set it down in the darkness deep,

Smooth'd its limbs and laid it out,

And drew the curtains round about;

Then into the dark, dark room I hied

Where he lay awake at the woman's side,

And though the chamber was black as night,

He saw my face, for it was so white;

I gazed in his eyes, and he shrieked in pain,

And I knew he would never sleep again,

And back to my grave went silently,

And soon my baby was brought to me;

My son and daughter beside me rest,

My little baby is on my breast;

Our bed is warm and our grave is deep,

But he cannot sleep, he cannot sleep!

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