SCOTCH SOWGS. But ! fear the gods have not deerood For me so fine a ('?mature; YVIMSe beauty rare makes her exeoed All oS.her works in nature. (?1ouds of despair surround my 1ovo, That are both dark and fogis; Pity my case, ye powers above, Else I die for Kath'rine Ogie. LOCHINVAR. 0 You?q(? Lochinvar is come out ot r the west, Through all the wide border his steed was the bestm And save his good broadsword he w(.?apon had none, He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar. He staid not for brake, and stopp'd not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none: But ere he alighte(1 at Notherby gate, The bride had consented, the. gallant ? late, For a laggatxl in love, and a dastard in .war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar. So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, 'Mong bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers and all; Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his eword, For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,? s' O come ye in peace, here, or come ye war, s? Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar.?" s? I long woo'd your daughter, my s#it you denied; "Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide; "And now I am come, with this lost love of mine, ? To tread but one measure, drink one cup o4' wine. ? There are maidens in Scotland more lovely ? far, aroa&t would gladly be bride to the young LoChinvar. 4
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