LOCHINVAR.
O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,
Through all the wild border his steed was the best;
And, save his good broadsword, he weapons had none,
He rode all unarm’d, and he rode all alone.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, 5
There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
He staid not for brake, and he stopp’d not for stone,
He swam the Esk river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,