Or rides your steed for you ower high?
Or are you mourning, in your tide,
That you should be Cospatrick's bride?"
"I am not mourning, at this tide,
That I should be Cospatrick's bride;
But I am sorrowing in my mood,
That I should leave my mother good.
"But, gentle boy, come tell to me,
What is the custom of thy country?"—
"The custom thereof, my dame," he says,