At length her aged Nurfe arofe 'Tis Bertram calls, thy Lady's love, All day I've ridden o'er moor and moss Now out alas! (fhe loudly fhriek'd) For fix long days are gone and paft Since the fet out to thee. Sad terror feiz'd fir Bertram's heart, When now the draw-bridge was let down, Six days, young knight, are past and gone, Long fince thou wouldft her fee. For when he heard thy grievous chance And now to atone for my fad fault, And his dear health regain, I'll go myself, and nurfe my love, Then Then mounted the her milk-white fteed And two tall yeomen went with her To guard her on the way. Sad terror fmote fir Bertram's heart, That night he spent in forrow and care; Or ever the dawning of the day Now, brother, we'll our ways divide, O'er Scottish hills to range: Some Scottish carle hath feized my love, And ne'er will I tread English ground The brothers ftrait their paths divide, And hide themselves in queint disguise, Sir Bertram clad in gown of gray, To halls and castles wanders round, Sometimes Sometimes a Minstrel's garb he wears, One day as he fate under a thorn All Minstrels yet that ever I saw, Father, I ferve an aged Lord, Cheer up, my fon; perchance, (he faid) Behind yon hills fo fteep and high, There ftands a castle fair and fstrong, As late I chanc'd to crave an alms And And when I afk'd, what harm had hap'd, They rudely drove me from the gate, And bade me wend away. These tidings caught fir Bertram's ear, He thank'd him for his tale; And foon he hafted o'er the hills, Then drawing near those lonely towers, And fitting down befide the gate, Sir Porter, is thy lord at home My Lord, he faid, is not at home He play'd again fo foft a strain, Minstrel, he faid, thou play'st so sweet, E Yet 1 Yet, Minstrel, in yon rifing cliff All day he fits beside the gate, The first night, as he filent watch'd, The fecond night the moon fhone clear, He faw his Lady thro' the grate, But 'twas a tranfient view. "The third night wearied out he slept And to the caftle hy'd. When, lo he saw a ladder of ropes And o'er the mote was newly laid And foon he saw his love defcend Wrapt in a Tartan plaid; Affifted by a sturdy youth In highland garb y-clad. Amaz❜d, |