The bride kissed the goblet : the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to
sigh,
With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar, 'Now tread we a measure! ' said young Lochinvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and
plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, ' 'Twere better by
far,
To have matched our fair cousin with young Loch- invar.'
One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger
stood near;
So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and
scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young
Loch invar.
There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Neth-
erby clan;
Forsters, Kenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran:
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