Her small pink cheeks like roses burned,
Her wild blue eyes like jewels beamed.
She struck a little harp o' pearl,
As to the browsing kine she sung:
All lightly o'er the fairy bridge
Beyond, a bonnie laddie sprung.
He had Prince Charlie's yellow locks,
His gay blue eyes and lovesome way:
Son of the great Macleod was he—
The castle just beyond him lay.