Scout, Fort
D A A brave scout stood before a fort D G D When night bloomed soft around her D A She was seeking for her love D G D And knew that she had found her Her feet were sore and too her heart Was aching for her Lady Whose cold, cold body lay behind In her hall in the green wood side-y A D For she had loved a Lady Gay A D Who rode on a spotted pony A D And it was in the month of June G A Bm That they were to be married But on the wedding night it was The night and very early Her Lady had died in her arms With her body burning The scout had watched her hindmost breath Rise just like the steam But she was faster than the spirit there That left just like a dream The scout was a noble girl She ran just like the wind She could catch the running stag And kiss it on the chin She ran a day, a night and day Faster even than death On the heels of the mortal soul That flew on her lover’s last breath Now she stood before the fort Whose walls rose black like tar And she saw her lady fair Calling from the wall
“I saw the old moon late yestreen
With the new moon in her arms
Oh my love, if you climb to me
You never shall return”
“Oh my dear, my darling dear
I know the fate I carry,
But as sure as I know my love’s kiss
These dark walls will not stay me.”
And so she climbed upon the stones
The stones as cold as hatred
Mounting then the highest wall
Where her dead love was waiting
The moon eclipsed the shining stars
The heather made sweet the air
As the Lady ran her hand
Through her brave Scout’s black hair
She kissed her scout once on her hand
And twice she kissed her cheek
Three times she kissed her dark lips
Then the Scout fell at her feet
Was the scout then borne upon the wind
Or laid within the hollow?
Did she pass with joyful tears
Or with those of sorrow?
The scout was not borne on the wind
Nor laid within the hollow
But with a small smile on her lips
She went where none can follow
Oh but there is a whispering wind
When the heather blooms
Two voices can be heard to sing
Between the sphagnum and the moon
Two faint voices, riding close
Upon the yellow broom
Quick as gone as they had come
Between the sphagnum and the moon
Two faint voices, riding close
Upon the yellow broom
Quick as gone as they had come
Between the sphagnum and the moon.
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