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The damsell looked sae wae and sae meek,
And the pearl of pity stood clear on each cheek,
"Shall I tell him my lady to wend o'er the lea,
And he winna come back for bountith or fee,
The silly auld carle, may peace gae wi' him,
I'm sure, dear lady, this time you'll forgie him,"
Her voice was sae sweet, and she bended her knee,
And the moisture o' truth dimmed her bonny blue e'e,
Which glissent like the sun thrugh a cloud in June,
Or the milder radience of the moon,
As she ride in the heavens all alone,
And the thin mists of summer sail round her throne.
An angel frae heaven might hae kissed that sweet face,
And returned to heaven all pure from the embrace.—
"Swithe, out thy presence, ye heard what I said,"
Quoth the lady, "'Tis meet my behests be obeyed."
And the pearl of pity stood clear on each cheek,
"Shall I tell him my lady to wend o'er the lea,
And he winna come back for bountith or fee,
The silly auld carle, may peace gae wi' him,
I'm sure, dear lady, this time you'll forgie him,"
Her voice was sae sweet, and she bended her knee,
And the moisture o' truth dimmed her bonny blue e'e,
Which glissent like the sun thrugh a cloud in June,
Or the milder radience of the moon,
As she ride in the heavens all alone,
And the thin mists of summer sail round her throne.
An angel frae heaven might hae kissed that sweet face,
And returned to heaven all pure from the embrace.—
"Swithe, out thy presence, ye heard what I said,"
Quoth the lady, "'Tis meet my behests be obeyed."
The men they had danced to the minstrel's lay,
But ready their lady's behests to obey—
Thae flechin, sinfu', murtherous men,
They flang the harper o'er the den,
But ready their lady's behests to obey—
Thae flechin, sinfu', murtherous men,
They flang the harper o'er the den,
