“Oh, haste thee!—haste!” the lady cried,
“This youth and I, eloping,
Would cross at once to t’other side,
So aid us in our sloping!”
The boatman budged no inch, and then
The clue Lord U. discovers;
And down the glen ride armed men,
And catch the brace of lovers.
“Curst boatman;” shouted Ulva’s chief,
“If I were free I’d show ye”—