O carry her softly! the grave is made ready;
At head and at foot plant a laurel-bush green;
For she was a young and a sweet noble lady,
The fairest young bride that I ever have seen.
—-Wm. Allingham.
St. Margaret's Eve
I built my castle upon the sea-side,
The waves roll so gaily O,
Half on the land and half in the tide,
Love me true!