"Lady, I know who sleeps by thy side;
But, lady, he will not awake.
"By Eildon-tree, for long nights three,
In bloody grave have I lain;
The mass and the death-prayer are said for me.
But, lady, they are said in vain.
"By the Baron's brand, near Tweed's fair strand,
Most foully slain, I fell;
And my restless sprite on the beacon s height,
For a space is doom'd to dwell.