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Then who will cheer my bonny bride
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight
"And by my word! the bonny bird
So though the waves are raging white
By this the storm grew loud apace,
But still as wilder blew the wind
O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,
The boat has left a stormy land,
A stormy sea before her,
When, O! too strong for human hand
The tempest gather'd o'er her.
And still they row'd amidst the roar
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,
His wrath was changed to wailing.
For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid,
"Come back! come back!" he cried in grief
And I'll forgive your Highland chief,
'Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore,
The waters wild went o'er his child,
And he was left lamenting.
The King of Denmark's Ride
Word was brought to the Danish king,
'That the love of his heart lay suffering,
And pined for the comfort his voice would bring (Oh! ride as if you were flying!)
Better he loves each golden curl
On the brow of that Scandinavian girl
Than his rich crown-jewels of ruby and pearl; Romance And his Rose of the Isles is dying!
Thirty nobles saddled with speed;
Each one mounted a gallant steed
Which he kept for battle and days of need;
His nobles are beaten, one by one;
They have fainted, and faltered, and homeward
His little fair page now follows alone,
For strength and for courage trying.
The king blew a blast on his bugle-horn,
No answer came, but faint and forlorn
Romance An echo returned on the cold gray morn,
The castle portal stood grimly wide;
Who had yearned for his voice while dying.
The panting steed with a drooping crest
The king returned from the chamber of rest,
And that dumb companion eying,
The tears gushed forth, which he strove to check;
"O steed that every nerve didst strain,
Dear steed! our ride hath been in vain
To the halls where my love lay dying."
The Shepherd to His Love
There will we sit upon the rocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
There will I make thee beds of roses,
A gown made of the finest wool,
A belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy silver dishes for thy meat,
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing