They lav’d fair Eda’s bridal-clothes,
And fill’d her with dismay.
“Alas, the stream is strong,” she cried.
“Fear not, my love,” said he;
“’Tis here the waters deepest glide,
Anon we shall be free.”
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Behind them rung a wild alarm,
And torches gleam’d on high;
Forth from the Castle came a swarm,