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268 YOUNG CHILD DTRING. |
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'Twas ate intill the evening; as
The bride to bed maun ga; And out went he, Child Dyring,
To rouse his menyie a'. His leave, Sfc.
" Now busk and d'on your harnass,
But and your brynies blae, 70
And boldly to the bride-bower Full merrily we'll gae." His leave, fyc.
Sae fbllow'd they to the bride-bower That bride sae young and bright,
And forward stept Child Dyre, 7«
And quenched the marriage light. His leave, §'c.
The cresset they've lit up again,
But and the taper clear, And followed to the bride-bower
That bride without a peer. so
His leave, Sj-c.
And up Child Dyrfe snatch'd the bride,
All in his mantle blae, And swung her all so lightly
Upon his ambler gray. His leave, 8fc.
They loek'd the bower, they lit the torch, 85
'Twas hurry-scurry a', While merrily ay the lovers gay
Rode roundly to the shaw. His leave, Sfc. |
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