She met him at the trysted hour,
Prepared to aid her flight.
“Sir Armitage, with thee I’ll ride
Through flood, o’er fell so steep;
Though destined for another’s bride,
My vow to thee I’ll keep.”
“Oh bless thee, bless thee, lady mine,
That true thy heart doth prove;
Before yon moon hath ceased to shine,
The priest shall bless our love.”