But o’er his mind she never could prevail,
For in his life no wickedness was found;
With shame and rage he heard the horrid tale,
And shook with indignation at the sound;
He fled to shun her; while with burning wrath
The monster, in revenge, decreed her death.
Amidst Lochmey, a distance from the shore,
On a green island, grew a stately tree,
With precious fruit each season cover’d o’er,
Delightful to the taste and fair to see.