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" And I eat that cook in a week or less;
And as I a-eating be The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see.
"And I never larf, and I never smile,
And I never lark nor play ; But I sit and croak, and a single joke
I have, which is to say :
" Oh, I am a cook, and a captain bold, And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a boson tight, and a midshipmite, And the crew of the captain's gig!"
The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quailed oft' the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar; "Now tread we a measure!" said youug Lochiuvar.
So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace ; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and
plume ; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better
by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Loch�invar."
One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger
stood near; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! " She is won ! We are gone, over bank, bush, and
scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth youug
There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Nether�by clan ; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and
they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lea, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see. So daring in love, and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochin�var ?
LOCHINVAR. Sir Walter Scott.
Oh, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And, save his good broadsword, he weapons 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 Lockinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for
stone, He swam the Esk river where ford there was noue; But ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of young Lochinvar.
So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall,
Among brides-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and
all; Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his
sword (F^or the poor craven bridegroom said never a
word): " Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?"
" I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide: And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine. There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochin�var "
SONG OF MARION'S MEN. William Cullen Betant.
Our band is few, but true and tried,
Our leader frank and bold; The British soldier trembles
When Marion's name is told. Our fortress is the good greenwood,
Our tent the cypress-tree; We know the forest round us,
As seamen know the sea. We know its walls of thorny vines;
Its glades of reedy grass; Its safe and silent islands
Within the dark morass.