VI. Then we'd cheer him loud and long, Who, while roving in the shade, Wooed and won the Indian Maid. VII. O come my love! O come with me This arm will guard-no guide need we, I am not of thy clime nor creed, But be not thence afraid : Love makes these accidents, indeed, Thine eyebrow is the vault of night- I'll deck thy hair with jewels rare— Then come, my love, O come with me, And ere the braves awake, Our bark will bound like arrow free Across the mighty lake; Where faces pale will welcome thee, And of my bower thou'lt lady be- VIII. Then the elder ones would tell Of the manners past away, Or that my ear is falsely strung, They must live within the breast, VIII. "Lord Sempill's mounted on his steed, The lark is high in heaven above, But his lay she does not hear, "Thy father's halls are fair and wide, The Sempill woods are green; F But love can smile, O sweeter far, In a Gipsy tent, I ween; The crawflower hangs by Cartha's side, The rose by Elderslie, The primrose by the bank of Clyde, The heather bell on Dee. "But I've built our bower beside the Gryffe, Where hangs the hinny pear; For I've seen no spot in my roving life The sweet flowers drink the crystal dew, The bonnie wee birds sing, But she hears them not, as off she flies, "But the false page hurries to my Lord, And away to the vale of Weir. But gloamin's hour is long; He lights him at the Gipsy's tent, And mars the bridal song. "You've stolen the pride of my house and heart, With thy spells and magic ring; Thy head goes at my saddle bow, Wert thou thrice a Gipsy King.'' "I used no spell but the spell of love- I ne'er turned back on a friend or foe, "The Gipsy reels on the bloody sod, But the blow that reddens her raven locks "Oh! what have I done,' Lord Sempill cries, And his sword away doth fling; "Arise, my daughter, oh! arise, And wed with your Gipsy King." He lifts her gently in his arms, And holds her drooping head; But the tears are vain, that fall like rain, They laid her where the alder waves, With many a sigh and tear; |