Their honors o’er her royal head.
For such a queen, the Stuart’s heir,—
A queen so courteous, young, and fair,—
Who would not every foe defy?
Who would not stand—who would not die?
Light on her airy steed she sprung,
Around with golden tassels hung;
No chieftain there rode half so free,
Or half so light and gracefully.
How sweet to see her ringlets pale