A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay;
Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch; 15
Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?”—
“’Tis not because Lord Lindesay’s heir
To-night at Roslin leads the ball,
But that my ladye-mother there
Sits lonely in her castle-hall. 20
“’Tis not because the ring they ride,
And Lindesay at the ring rides well,
But that my sire the wine will chide