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And moaned and plained in manner wild.
The attendants to the Ladye told,
Some fairy, sure, had changed the child,
That wont to be so free and bold.
Then wrathful was the noble dame;
She blushed blood-red for very shame—
"Hence! ere the clan his faintness view;
Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch;
Watt Tinlinn, thou shalt he his guide
To Rangleburn's lonely side.
Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line,
That coward should e'er be son of mine!"
The attendants to the Ladye told,
Some fairy, sure, had changed the child,
That wont to be so free and bold.
Then wrathful was the noble dame;
She blushed blood-red for very shame—
"Hence! ere the clan his faintness view;
Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch;
Watt Tinlinn, thou shalt he his guide
To Rangleburn's lonely side.
Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line,
That coward should e'er be son of mine!"
XII.
A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had,
To guide the counterfeited lad.
Soon as his palfrey felt the weight
Of that ill-omen'd elvish freight,
He bolted, sprung, and reared amain,
Nor heeded bit, nor curb, nor rein.
A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had,
To guide the counterfeited lad.
Soon as his palfrey felt the weight
Of that ill-omen'd elvish freight,
He bolted, sprung, and reared amain,
Nor heeded bit, nor curb, nor rein.
