She hadna sailed but twenty leagues,25
But twenty leagues and three,
When she met wi' a rank robber,
And a' his company.
"Now whether are ye the queen hersell,
(For so ye weel might be,)30
Or are ye the Lass of Lochroyan,
Seekin' Lord Gregory?"—
"O I am neither the queen," she said,
"Nor sic I seem to be;
But I am the Lass of Lochroyan,35
Seekin' Lord Gregory."—
"O see na thou yon bonny bower,
It's a' cover'd o'er wi' tin?
When thou hast sail'd it round about,
Lord Gregory is within."40
And when she saw the stately tower
Shining sae clear and bright,
Whilk stood aboon the jawing wave,
Built on a rock of height;
Says—"Row the boat, my mariners,45
And bring me to the land!
For yonder I see my love's castle
Close by the salt-sea strand."
She sail'd it round, and sail'd it round,
And loud, loud cried she—50
"Now break, now break, ye fairy charms,
And set my true love free!"
She's ta'en her young son in her arms,
And to the door she's gane;
And long she knock'd, and sair she ca'd,55
But answer got she nane.