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There lived a wife at Usher’s Well,
And a wealthy wife was she;
She had three stout and stalwart sons,
And sent them o’er the sea.

They had not been a week from her,
A week but barely one,
When word came to the mother herself,
That her three sons were gone.

They had not been a week from her,
A week but barely three,
When word came to the mother herself,
That her sons she’d never see.

“I wish the wind may never cease,
Nor fishes in the flood,
Till my three sons come home to me,
In earthly flesh and blood!”

It fell about the Martinmas,
When nights are long and dark,
The mother’s three sons they all came home,
And their hats were of birch bark.

It neither grew in marsh or trench
Nor yet in any ditch;
But at the gates of Paradise
That birch grew fair and rich.

“Blow up the fire, my maidens!
Bring water from the well!
For all my house shall feast this night,
Since my three sons are well.”

And she has made to them a bed,
She’s made it large and wide;
And she’s taken her mantle her about,
Sat down at the bed-side.

Up then crew the red, red cock,
And up and crew the gray;
The eldest to the youngest said,
“‘Tis time we were away.”

The cock he had not crowed but once,
And clapped his wings at dawn,
When the youngest to the eldest said,
“Brother, we must be gone.

“The cock doth crow, the light doth grow,
The channeling worm doth chide;
If we be missed out of our place,
A sore pain we must abide.”

“Lie still, lie still, but a little wee while,
…Lie still but if we may,
If our mother should miss us when she wakes,
She will go mad ere day.”

“Fare ye well, my mother dear!
Farewell to barn and byre!
And fare ye well, the bonny lass,
That kindles my mother’s fire.”

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