THE MAIDENS’ VOW.
‘A woman may better her word, I trow,
Now lithe and listen, my lords, to me;
And I’ll tell ye the tale of the “Maidens’ Vow,”
And the roses that bloom’d on the bonnie rose-tree.
‘The Queen of the cluster, beyond compare,
Aloft in the pride of her majesty hung,
Bright and beautiful, fresh and fair;
The bevy of blossoms around her clung.
‘So the winds came wooing from east and west,