# The bride's burial, or, the affectionate lovers (2)

THE
BRIDE's BURIAL,
OR, THE
Affectionate Lovers,
A True Love Song.
FALKIRK: Printed by T. JOHNSTON. 1810.
THE
BRIDE's BURIAL.
Come mourn, come mourn with me, ye loyal Lovers all; Lament my loſs in weeds of woe, whom gripping death doth thrall.
Like to the dropping Vine, cut by the gard'ner's knife, Even ſo my heart, with ſorrow ſlain, doth mourn for my ſweet wife.
By Death, that grizly Ghoſt, my turtle dove was ſlain, And I am left, unhappy man, to ſpend my days in vain.
Her beauty, late ſo bright, like roſes in their prime, Is waſted like the mountain ſnow, by force of Phœbus ſhine.
​Her fair and coloured cheeks, now pale and wane; her eyes, That late did ſhine like chryſtal ſtars, alas! their light now dies.
Her pretty lilly hands, with fingers long and ſmall, In colour like the carly dew, yea, cold and ſtiff withal.
When, as the morning gay, her golden gates had ſpread, And that the glittering Sun aroſe, forth from Thetis's bed;
Then did my love awake, moſt like the lilly flower, And as the lovely Queen of May, ſo ſhone ſhe in her bower.
Attired was ſhe then, like Flora in ber bower, Fair as any of Diana's nymphs, ſo look'd my lovely flower.
And as fair Helen's face gave Grecian dames the lurch,
​So did my dear exceed, in ſight, all the virgins in the church.
When we had knit the knot of holy wedlock bands, Like alabaſter join'd to wine, ſo ſtood we hand in hand.
Then lo! a chilling cold ſtruck ev'ry vital part, And grippling grief, like pangs of death, ſeiz'd on my true love's heart!
Down in a ſwoon ſhe fell, as cold as any ſtone, Like Venus' picture wanting life, ſo was my love brought home.
At length a roſy red throughout her comely face, As Phœbus' beams with wat'ry cloud o'ercover'd for a ſpace,
Then, with a grievous groan! and voice both hoarſe and dry, Farewel, quoth ſhe, my lovely friends, for I this day muſt die!
​The Meſſenger of Death with golden trump I ſee, With many other angels more, which ſound and call for me.
Inſtead of muſic ſweet, go ring my paſſing bell, And with ſweet flowers ſtraw my grave, that in my chamber ſmell.
Strip off my bride’s array, my cork ſhoes from my feet, And gentle mother be ſo kind as to bring my winding-ſheet.
My wedding-dinner dreſt, beſtow upon the poor, And to the hungry, blind and lame, that craveth at the door.
Inſtead of Virgins young, my bride's bed for to ſee, Go cauſe ſome curions carpenter to make a cheſt for me.
My broad laces of ſilk below on maidens meet,
​May fitly ſerve, when I am dead, to tie my hands and feet.
And thou my lover true, my huſband and my friend, Let me intreat thee here to ſtay until my life doth end.
Now leave to talk of love, and humbly on your knees, Direct your prayers to God, and mourn no more for me:
In love as we have liv'd, in love now let us part; And I in token of my love, kiſs thee with all my heart.
Oh! ſtaunch this bootleſs tear, thy weeping is in vain; I am not loſt, for we in heav'n ſhall one day meet again.
With that ſhe turn'd aſide, as one dispos'd to ſleep, And like a lamb departed life, while friends did ſorely weep.
​Her true love ſeeing this, did fetch a grievous groan, As tho' his heart would burſt in two, and thus he made his moan:
Oh! diſmal unhappy day! a day of grief and care, That hath bereav'd me of my love, whoſe beauty was ſo fair.
Now woe unto the world, and all therein that dwell; Oh! that I were in heaven, for here I live in hell.
And now this lover lives a diſcontented life, Whoſe bride was bought unto the grave a maiden and wife.
A garland freſh and fair of lillies there was made, ⟨In⟩ ſigns of her virginity, and on her coffin laid.
Six maidens all in white did bear her to the ground;
​The bells did ring in ſolemn ſort, and made a doleful ſound.
In earth they laid her then, for hungry worms a prey; So ſhall the faireſt face alive at length be brought to clay.
Thus do you ſee by this, how frail in life and grace; Now Heaven bids us all prepare for that bleſt happy place.
FINIS.
FALKIRK: PRINTED BY T. JOHNSTON. 1810.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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