IV By Scarba's rock, by Lunga's shore, By Garveloch isles where the breakers roar, With his horse's hoofs he dash'd the spray, And on to Loch Buy, away, away! V On to Loch Buy all day he rode, VI The morrow was May, and on the green And danced around, and piled it high VII A piper played a lightsome reel, And timed the dance with toe and heel; VIII And Jessie (fickle and fair was she) Sat with Evan beneath a tree, And smiled with mingled love and pride, And half agreed to be his bride. 1 IX The Kelpie gallop'd o'er the green- X His flowing locks were auburn bright, XI And Jessie's fickle heart beat high, As she caught the stranger's glancing eye: XII He took two steps towards her seat- XIII And Jessie blush'd, and whisper'd soft- I've dream'd, fair knight, long time of thee- I thought thou camest courting me." XIV When the moon her yellow horn display'd, XV "I have loved thee long, I have loved thee well, Maiden, oh more than words can tell! Maiden, thine eyes like diamonds shine; XVI "Fair sir, thy suit I'll ne'er denyThough poor my lot, my hopes are high; I scorn a lover of low degree None but a knight shall marry me." XVII He took her by the hand so white, And gave her a ring of the gold so bright; "Maiden, whose eyes like diamonds shineMaiden, maiden, now thou'rt mine!" XVIII He lifted her on his steed of gray, XIX "We have ridden east, we have ridden west— I'm weary, fair knight, and I fain would rest. Say, is thy dwelling beyond the sea? Hast thou a good ship waiting for me?" XX "I have no dwelling beyond the sea, I have no good ship waiting for thee: Thou shalt sleep with me on a couch of foam, And the depths of the ocean shall be thy home.” XXI The gray steed plunged in the billows clear, XXII Loud the cold sea-blast did blow, As they sank 'mid the angry waves belowDown to the rocks where the serpents creep, Twice five hundred fathoms deep. XXIII At morn a fisherman, sailing by, XXIV Under a rock on Scarba's shore, Where the wild winds sigh and the breakers roar, They dug her a grave by the water clear, Among the sea-weed, salt and sere. XXV And every year at Beltan E'en, XXVI I warn you, maids, whoever you be, And ere on change of love you reckon, |