The Douglass cam' frae Liddisdale, Johnstone and Maxwell also cam And young Cranstoun, of Crailing, too, Among the rest frae southron land There cam a knight of fame; He also sought the ladye's ear To tell his tale of flame. But his was the love o' the gude green lands, But and the gowd sae free And his was the love o' the gaudy glare Which but delights the e'e. And his was the love o' the faultless form The rose and lillye dye And he has sought the maiden's side His artful tale to try. He try'd at morn, he try'd at e'en, The maiden's heart to move; But when he told his artful tale, But sae it fell on a bonny summer night The maid did walk in her green mantle The star o' love frae 'boon the hill Did glitter on the stream, And musing was young Mary's mind, Celestial was her theme And never wist she till the southron knight Now give me love, thou proud maiden, Uncourteous was the southron knight, O! darksome was the lonely bower, And he has tried to force the mud She couldna bow the arm o' strength,- But little wist he o' the girdle o' heaven There's nane that wears our ladye's belt There was a say, I have heard it said, That the southron knight from that day forth There was a say, I have heard it said, The seasons cam', the seasons went The spring could see the flow'rets flush But Time might come, or Time might go, There was young Buccleuch frae Branksome ha,' O his was the love of kind esteem- Though narrow was fair Crailing's land, O he was the lord o' the keenest sword, Why does Lord Cranstoun thoughtfully stray O he is in love with a fair maiden, O some wad ride at Valour's ring, But it sae fell out in a sweet evening, And young Cranstoun has followed her And he faultered forth revealings soft, My wealth is sma, quo' the young It canna please the e'e; Cranstoun, But the heart of love, and the hand of weir I gi'e them baith to thee. And the maiden smiled with a kindly smile,— He pledged to her his earliest love, And she gave him her maiden kiss Three little weeks they cam' and went : |