Lord Ullins Daughter

A chieftain, to the Highlands bound,   Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!

And I'll give thee a silver pound,   To row us o'er the ferry."- "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle   This dark and stormy water?" "O,

I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,   And this Lord Ullin's daughter.- And fast before her father's men   Three days we've fled together,

For should he find us in the glen,   My blood would stain the heather.

His horsemen hard behind us ride;   Should they our steps discover,

Then who will cheer my bonny bride   When they have slain her lover?"- Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,   "I'll go, my cheif-I'm ready:- It is not for your silver bright;   But for your winsome lady:

And by my word! the bonny bird   In danger shall not tarry:

For though the waves are raging white,   I'll row you o'er the ferry."- By this the storm grew loud apace,   The water-wraith was shrieking;

And in the scowl of heaven each face   Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still wilder brew the wind,   And as the night grew drearer,

Adown the glen rode armed men,   Their trampling sounded nearer. "Oh haste thee, hast!" the lady cries   "Though tempest round us gather;

I'll meet the raging of the skies,   But not an angry father."- The boat had left a stormy land,   A stormy sea before her,- When, oh! too strong for human hand,   The waters gathered o'er her.- And still they rowed amidst the roar   Of waters fast prevailing:

Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore,   His wrath was changed to wailing:- For sore dismayed, through storm and shade,   His child he did discover:- One lovely hand stretched out for aid,   And one was round her lover. "Come back! come back!" he cried in grief,   "Across this stormy water:

And I'll forgive your Highland chief,   My daughter!-oh, my daughter!"- 'Twas vain: the loud waves lashed the shore,   Return or aid preventing:- And the waters went wild o'er his child,   And he was left lamenting.