And thence they saw the bridge of wood, They wept-and, turning homeward, "In heaven we all shall meet;" -When in the snow the mother spied Then downwards from the steep hill's edge They tracked the footmarks small; And through the broken hawthorn hedge, And by the long stone-wall; And then an open field they crossed: The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank ̈ -Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray 40 44 48 52 56 60 O'er rough and smooth she trips along, And never looks behind; PROUD Maisie is in the wood, Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. "Tell me, thou bonny bird, "Who makes the bridal bed, "The gray-headed sexton 1818. That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady. The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.'"' 8 32 TÓ Sir Walter Scott LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A CHIEFTAIN to the Highlands bound "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, And this, Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Out spoke the hardy Highland wight- 8 12 16 20 28 32 "And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, Their trampling sounded nearer.— O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, 66 'Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her,→ When, O! too strong for human hand, And still they row'd amidst the roar' Of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore,- 36 44 24 For, sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover: One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, 48 "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief And I'll forgive your Highland chief, " 'T was vain: the loud waves lash'd the Return or aid preventing: i The waters wild went o'er his child, And he was left lamenting. 52 56 “O MARY, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, ' Across the sands of Dee!" The western wind was wild and dank with foam, And all alone went she. The western tide crept up along the sand, And o'er and o'er the sand,' And round and round the sand," 7 |