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“Ballad of the Flood” by Edwin Muir 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 (15 May 1887 – 3 Jan 1959)
“Last night I dreamed a ghastly dream,
Before the dirl o’ day.
A twining worm cam out the wast,
Its back was like the slae.
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It ganted wide as deid men gant,
Turned three times on its tail,
And wrapped itsel the warld around
Till alka rock did wail.
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Its belly was blacker than the coal,
It wapped sae close about,
That it brak the hills in pieces sma’
And shut the heavens out.
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Repent, repent, my folk, repent,
Repent and turn around.
The hills are sinking in the sea,
The warld has got a stound.”
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The braw lads woke beside their makes
Arid drowsy were their een:
“O I wat this is anither day
As every day has been.
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And we sall joy to-day, my luve,
Sall dance to harp and horn,
And I’ll devise anither play
When we walk out the morn.
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But on the neist high day we twa
Through the kirk door maun gae,
For sair I fear lest we sall brenn
In living fire alway.”
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They looked around on every wa’
And drowsy were their een.
The day rase up aboon the east
As every day had been.
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But Noah took a plank o’ ak,
Anither o’ the pine,
And bigged a house for a’ his folk
To sail upon the brine.
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“Gang out, gang out and ca’ the beasts,
Ca’ twa o’ every kind
To sail upon this crackling shell
When a’ the hills are blind.
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Ca’ but, ca’ but, and they’ll rin fast
As sune’s they hear your voice,
For they hae heard amang the hills,
I wat, a boding noise.
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They cry a’ night about the house,
And I hae ruth to see
Sae mony innocent creatures die
For man’s iniquity.”
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Noah’s ons went out into the fields,
Ca’d twa o’ every kind.
They cam frae the east, they cam frat the wast,
And followed close behind.
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And some were brighter than the sun,
Some blacker than the coal.
The lark was wiléd frae the sky,
The serpent frae the hole.
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And they were as meek as blessed sauls
Assoilzied o’ their sin,
They bowed their heids in thankfulness
Whenas they entered in.
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“Come in, come m, my people a’,
The sea has drunk the plain,
The hills are falling in the flood,
The sun has downward gane.”
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The rain it rained baith day and mght
And the wind cam together.
The water rase ina lang straight line
Frae ae hull to the tither.
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The Ark span like a cockle shell,
Ran east and then ran wast.
“Now God us save,” auld Noah cried,
“The warld is sinking fast.”
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The beasts they hid amang the shaws
And loud and sair eried they.
They sabbed and maned the leelang night
And fought the leelang day,
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That the creatures in the Ark were sair
Astonied at the sound.
Tagy trembled sae they shak the house
As it were in a swound.
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But syne there was nae crying mair
Across the dowiesea.
“I wat,” said Noah, “the warld is sunk
Frae plain to hill-top heigh.”
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The first day that auld Noah sailed
The green trees floated by.
The second day that auld Noah sailed
He heard a woman’s cry.
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And tables set wi’ meats were there,
Gowd beakers set wi’ wine,
And twa lovers in a silken barge
A-sailing on the brine.
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They soomed upon the lanely sea
And sad, sad were their een.
“O tak me in thy ship, auld man,
And I’ll please thee, I ween.”
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“Haud off, haud off,” auld Noah cried,
“Ye comena in to me!
Drown deep, drown deep, ye harlot fause,
Ye wadna list to me.”
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She wrang her hands, she kissed her make,
She lap into the sea.
But Noah turned and laughed fu’ loud:
“To hell, I wat, gang ye!
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To hed the haill warld gangs this day,
But and my’ folk sae gude.
Sail on, sail on till Ararat
Lifts up aboon the flood.”
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The third day that auld Noah sailed
There was nae sign ava’.
The water rase on every side
Like a weel biggéd wa’.
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The astonied ships upon the sea
Tacked round and round about
Till the dragons rising frae the deep
Sucked a’ their timbers out.
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Ane after ane, ane after ane,
They sank into the sea,
And there was nane left on the earth
But the Ark’s companie.
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But every day the dragons came
And played the Ark around.
They lay upon the faem and sang;
It was a luvely sound.
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“Why stand ye at the window, my sons?
What hope ye there to see?”
“We wad see a gudely ha’, faither,
Set in the green countrie.
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But we see naught but water, water,
We’ve seen this meny a day,
And the silly fishes in the faem
That soom around in play.”
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“Sail on, sail on,” auld Noah cried,
“Sail on, sail on alway!
I wat we’ll sail about the warld
Until the Judgment Day.”
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Noah sent a doo far owre the sea,
It flew into the sotth.
It stayed four days and cam again
Wi’ a leaf within its mouth.
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Noah sent a doo far owre the sea,
It to the wast is ta’en.
It tarried late, it tarried lang,
And cam‘na back again.
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“O what’s yon green hill in the wast
Set round wi mony a tree?”
“I wat it is Mount Ararat
New risen frae the sea.”
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He’s set the Ark for Ararat,
He’s plied her owre the faem,
He’s lighted down at Ararat,
And there he’s made his hame.