It was dark when Kilmeny came home He'd a French cocked-hat on his forehead, from her quest With her bridge dabbled red where her skipper had died; But she moved like a bride with a rose at her breast, And Well done Kilmeny! the Admiral cried. 20 The theme is suggested by a well-known poem of the same name, by James Hogg (1772-1835). a bunch of lace at his chin, A coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of brown doe-skin; They fitted with never a wrinkle: his boots were up to the thigh! And he rode with a jeweled twinkle, 10 |