Waving a hand to the lassie, that blushingly bent o’er the porridge,
Something outlandish—Slan-something, Slan leat, he believed, Caleg Looach—
That was the Gaelic, it seemed, for ‘I bid you good-bye, bonnie lassie;
Arthur admitted it true, not of Philip, but of the Piper.
And it was told by the Piper, while Arthur looked out at the window,
How in thunder and in rain—it is wetter far to the westward—
Thunder and rain and wind, losing heart and road, they were welcomed,
Welcomed, and three days detained at a farm by the lochside of Rannoch;
How in the three days’ detention was Philip observed to be smitten,
Smitten by golden-haired Katie, the youngest and comeliest daughter;