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Out then spoke the king’s daughter,
And haughtily spoke she,—
“If Sir Alfred is vow’d to another love,
He shall never be claim’d by me;—
If Sir Alfred is vow’d to another love,
Why, let the knight go free;
Let him give his hand to his other love,
There are hundreds as good as he!”
With a careless touch she threw back her veil,
As if it by chance might be;
And who do you think was the king’s daughter?—
His own—his long-loved Rosalie!
First he stood like a marble stone,
And she like a lily sweet,
Then a sunny smile o’er his features shone,
And then he was at her feet.
CATHERINE JOHNSTONE.
There was a lass as I heard say,
Lived low doun in a glen;
Her name was Catherine Johnstone,
Weel known to many men.
Doun came the laird o’ Lamington,
Doun frae the south countrie;
And he is for this bonnie lass,
Her bridegroom for to be.
