The Ballad of Oriana

My heart is wasted with my woe, Oriana
There is no rest for me below, Oriana
When long dun wolds are ribb’d with snow
And loud the Norland whirlwinds blow
Alone I wander to and fro, Oriana
In the yew-wood black as night, Oriana
Ere I rode into the fight, Oriana
While blissful tears blinded my sight
By star-shine and by moonlight
I to thee my troth did plight, Oriana
She stood upon the castle wall, Oriana
She watch’d my crest among them all, Oriana
She saw me fight, she heard me call
When forth there stept a foeman tall
Atween me and the castle wall, Oriana
The bitter arrow went aside, Oriana
The false, false arrow went aside, Oriana
The damned arrow glanced aside
And pierced thy heart my love my bride
Thy heart, my life, my love, my bride, Oriana
They should have stabb’d me where I lay, Oriana!
How could I rise and come away, Oriana?
How could I look upon the day?
They should have stabb’d me where I lay
They should have trod me into clay, Oriana