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The Oxford Book of Ballads

by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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109 Dives and Lazarus

I

As it fell out upon a day,
  Rich Dives he made a feast,
And he invited all his friends
  And gentry of the best.

II

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,
  And down at Dives’ door;
‘Some meat, some drink, brother Dives,
  Bestow upon the poor!’—

III

‘Thou art none of my brother, Lazarus,
  That lies begging at my door;
No meat nor drink will I give thee,
  Nor bestow upon the poor.’

IV

Then Lazarus laid him down and down.
  And down at Dives’ wall,
‘Some meat, some drink, brother Dives,
  Or with hunger starve I shall!’—

V

‘Thou art none of my brother, Lazarus,
  That lies begging at my wall;
No meat nor drink will I give thee,
  But with hunger starve you shall.’

VI

Then Lazarus laid him down and down,
  And down at Dives’ gate:
‘Some meat, some drink, brother Dives,
  For Jesus Christ his sake!’—

VII

‘Thou art none of my brother, Lazarus,
  That lies begging at my gate;
No meat nor drink will I give thee,
  For Jesus Christ his sake.’

VIII

Then Dives sent out his merry men,
  To whip poor Lazarus away;
They had no power to strike a stroke,
  But flung their whips away.

IX

Then Dives sent out his hungry dogs,
  To bite him as he lay;
They had no power to bite at all,
  But lickèd his sores away.

X

As it fell out upon a day,
  Poor Lazarus sicken’d and died;
Then came two angels out of heaven
  His soul therein to guide.

XI

‘Rise up, rise up, brother Lazarus,
  And go along with me;
For you’ve a place prepared in heaven,
  To sit on an angel’s knee.’

XII

As it fell out upon a day,
  Rich Dives sicken’d and died;
Then came two serpents out of hell,
  His soul therein to guide.

XIII

‘Rise up, rise up, brother Dives,
  And go with us to see
A dismal place, prepared in hell,
  To sit on a serpent’s knee.’

XIV

Then Dives look’d up with his eyes,
  And saw poor Lazarus blest:
‘Give me one drop of water, brother Lazarus,
  To quench my flaming thirst.

XV

‘Oh had I as many years to abide
  As there are blades of grass,
Then there would be an end, but now
  Hell’s pains will ne’er be past!

XVI

‘Oh was I now but alive again,
  The space of one half hour!
Oh that I had my peace secure!
  Then the devil should have no power.’

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