She was seized by the Tories at a bold mountain spring,
Soon after refusing her heart,
To one who belonged to the enemy’s ring,
A foreign and haughty up-start.
Away thru the mountains they carried the maid
To their secret and darksome den;
And there the pure daughter of Martin was laid,
The captive of merciless men.
The “rock ribbed pen” in which Miss Martin was placed by the Tories.
Photograph by author.