THE WOOING O' KATIE.
McLeod of Dare called his son to him. McLeod of Dare looked stern and grim,
For he was sending on mission grave His son, and though he knew him brave
The old man trembled lest he should make In heedless youth a grave mistake.
'Twas not for the country, nor for the king, Nay, 'twas a more important thing
Than country, or clan, or feud, or strife, The young man went to woo a wife.
He listened, did Neil, with scanty grace, Haughty gloom on his handsome face,
While the old man told him where to go, And what to say, and what to do.
"The morrow ye'll go for a lang, lang stay Wi' your rich uncle, Donald Gray.
"He'll gie ye a welcome wairm and true, And mate his only child wi' you.