He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: var. 12 So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word, "Oh! come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochin var?" 18 "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Loch invar." 24 The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it * ** ; up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand ere her mother could, bar,+ "Now tread we a measure!" said young Loch invar. 1 So stately his form, and so lovely her face,/ That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did 30 fume, And the bridegroom stood, dangling his bonnet and plume; 66 And the bride-maidens whispered, "'T were) better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." 36 One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the... J charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung!; "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. 42 There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Loch 1808. invar? 48 Sir Walter Scott. THE MAID OF NEIDPATH O, LOVERS' eyes are sharp to see, And love in life's extremity Can lend an hour of cheering. All sunk and dim her eyes so bright, Till through her wasted hand at night You saw the taper shining; By fits, a sultry hectic hue Across her cheek was flying; Yet keenest powers to see and hear As on the wing to meet him. He came he passed-an heedless gaze, 1806. 16 24 32 A WEARY LOT IS THINE From Rokeby "A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, / A doublet of the Lincoln green,- No more of me you knew. “This morn is merry June, I trow, But she shall bloom in winter snow He turn'd his charger as he spake He gave the bridle-reins a shake, Said "Adieu for evermore, My love! And adieu for evermore." 10 20 1813. Sir Walter Scott. BRIGNALL BANKS From Rokeby O, BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair, i And you may gather garlands there |