SADDLED AND BRIDLED.

Saddled and bridled,

And booted was he—

A plume at his helmet,

A sword at his knee;—

Toom hame came the saddle

At evening to me,

And hame came his steed—

But hame never came he!

Down came his grey father,

Sobbing fu' sair;

Down came his auld mother,

Tearing her hair:

Down came his sweet wife,

Wi' her bonnie bairns three—

Ane at her bosom,

And twa at her knee!

There stood his fleet steed,

All foaming and hot;

There shrieked his sweet wife,

And sank on the spot,—

There stood his grey father,

Weeping fu' free,

For hame came his steed,

But hame never came he!

Literary Magnet.