Doreen to her Brother

 

(from the play ‘Eric Everard’)

Brother mine, the night is dark!
Must you go? Must you go?
Beware the dark ways in the park!
Must you go? Must you go?
God will speed you on your way
As I listen here and pray:
I’ll be brave and have no fear.
Hurry homewards, brother dear!
Hurry on with footsteps fleet;
Let no cracked twig mark your track –
Brother mine, the night is black,
Must you go? Must you go?
Take this ring from off my hand,
It will be your lucky brand;
Take this ribbon off my hair,
It will save you from the snare;
Take this kiss from off my lips,
It will free from robber’s grips;
Take this love from out my heart,
Then no-one can us twain part;
When you come back to this bower
Watch my kerchief from the tower,
That will tell my watch I keep,
That I have not failed in sleep.
Brother mine, dark is the sky
Must you go? Must you go?
Brother mine, goodbye, goodbye!
Must you go? Must you go?

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