930 ANNUAL REGISTER, 180J.. 



'• And by my vord, flic bonny bird 



In danger sliall not tarrj' ; 

 So, though tlic waves are raging wliite, 



I'll row you o'er the ferry." 



By this the storm grew lond apace, 

 The water-wraith was slirieking, 



And in the scow! of heav'n each face 

 Grew dark, as they were sj)eaking. 



But, still as wilder blew the wind, 



;V,'id as the night grow drearer, 

 A down the glen rode armed men ; 



Their trampling sounded nearer. 



*'■' Oh ! haste thee, haste," the lady cries, 

 " Though tempests round us gather, 



I'll meet the raging of the skies ; 

 liut not an angry father.'' 



The boat has left a stormy land, 



A stormy sea bet'ort' her; 

 When, oh! too strong lor human hand. 



The tempest gathcr'd o'er her. 



And still (liey row'd, amidst the roar 



Of wateis fast prevailing ; 

 Lord UUin reach'd that fatal shore: — 



Ilis wrath was chang'd to Availing. 



For sore dis#iav'd, through storm and shade, 



His child he did discover; 

 #)iie lovely hand she stretched for aid. 



And oue was round her lover. 



•' Come back, come back," he cried, in grief, 



Across this raging water. 

 And I'll forgive your Highland chief; 



Aly daughter, oh ! my daughter '." 



'Twas vain ; the loud wave lash'd the shore. 



Return or help preventing ; 

 The waters wild, wiMit o"er his child, 



And he was lel't lamenting. 



BALLAD. 



