VENDEL'S DAUGHTER***


Transcribed from the 1913 Thomas J. Wise pamphlet by David Price, email
ccx074@pglaf.org.  Many thanks to Norfolk and Norwich Millennium
Library, UK, for kindly supplying the images from which this
transcription was made.





                             THE VERNER RAVEN
                          THE COUNT OF VENDEL'S
                                 DAUGHTER
                            AND OTHER BALLADS


                                    BY
                              GEORGE BORROW

                                 LONDON:
                     PRINTED FOR PRIVATE CIRCULATION
                                   1913

               _Copyright in the United States of America_
             _by Houghton Mifflin & Co. for Clement Shorter_.




THE VERNER RAVEN


The Raven he flies in the evening tide,
   He in day dares not intrude;
Whoever is born to have evil luck
   In vain may seek for good.

Lustily flies the Verner Raven,
   High o'er the wall he's flown,
For he was aware that Irmindlin fair
   Sate in her bower alone.

He southward flew, and he northward flew,
   He flew high up in the cloud;
And he beheld May Irmindlin
   Who sorrowing sate and sew'd.

"Now hear me, little Irmindlin,
   Why weep in this piteous way?
For father or mother, or is it for brother,
   That adown thy cheek tears stray?"

It was Damsel Irmindlin,
   Swift out of the window looked she:
"O who is he that will comfort me,
   And list to my misery?

"Hear thou, wild Raven, bird of Death,
   Fly thou hither down to me;
And all my