Her Monarch's risk in battle broil;

And in gay Holy-Rood, the while,

Dame Heron rises with a smile

Upon the harp to play.

Fair was her rounded arm, as o'er

The strings her fingers flew ;

And as she touched and tuned them all,

Ever her bosom's rise and fall

Was plainer given to view ;

For all for heat was laid aside

Her wimple, and her hood untied.

And first she pitched her voice to sing,

Then glanced her dark eye on the King,

And then around the silent ring;

And laughed, and blushed, and oft did say

Her pretty oath, by Yea, and Nay,

She could not, would not, durst not play!
At length, upon the harp, with glee,
Mingled with arch simplicity,

A soft, yet lively, air she rung,
While thus the wily lady sung.

XII.

LOCHINVAR.

Lady Heron's Song.

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wide Border his steed was the best;
And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none,
He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young

Lochinvar.

He staid 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:

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,

Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,

Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and

all:

Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,

(For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,)

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"O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?”.

"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 Lochinvar."

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 Lochinvar.

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 fume,

And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and

plume;

And the bride-maidens whispered, " "Twere better

by far

To have matched our fair cousin with young Loch

invar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,

When they reached the hall-door, and the 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.

There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby

clan;

Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and

they ran: