Three years, intill a far country;
And all that time, and something mair,
Was absent from his gay lady.
But it fell aince upon a time,
As this young chieftain sat alane,
He spied his lady in rich array,
As she walk'd ower a rural plain.
"What brought ye here, my lady gay,
So far awa' from your ain country?
I've thought lang, and very lang,