106 CANADIAN BOAT-SONG Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock of Hazeldean. IV The kirk was decked at morning-tide, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, They sought her baith by bower and ha' She's o'er the border, and awa' Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. Sir Walter Scott. CANADIAN BOAT-SONG FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune, and our oars keep time. Why should we yet our sails unfurl? "The blackening wave is edged with white; Each Baron, for a sable shroud, Sheathed in his iron panoply. Seemed all on fire within, around, And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle ! And each Saint Clair was buried there Sir Walter Scott. RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER1 PART I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. "By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 1 Note 11. |