THE
M U R D E R E D
MINS T R E L.
How sweetly shone the merzling sun
Upon the bomuy ha' hence o' runt
Sicyan a bieu and lovely abades
Miglit wyle the pilgrimi aff kişibal; 19"
But the owner's heart was luurd as stane,
Aud bis Lady's 'was liarder stillel wedan
They never gave alms to the poor,
And diey turned the wreteit frau deir door,
While the stranger as be passed their cate,
Was by the warder and tykes beste ili
Othere lived there ane bunity May, A
Mild and sweet as the morning ray but
Or te glzamin' osia sumer's days)
7. Her hair was:fair, her een were bet
And the simples o' love played round her
sweeb mód, az als de voft ball
Her waist was sae jimp and her ankle the sit,
Her son a white as the best drivent
Sprent u'er the twin sinountains or sweat Caterhan, ist. Sobot
Beaming mild in the rays of a winteryenu.
Where the print of a foot has never been
And not a cloud in the liſt is seen;
When the wind is slumbering in its cave,
And the bark is sleeping on the wave,
