RANDALL M'DONALD
The lady of Antrim rose with the morn,
And donn'd her grandest gear;
And her heart beat fast, when a sounding horn
Announced a suitor near;
Hers was a heart so full of pride,
That love had little room,
Good faith, I would not wish me such bride,
For all her beautiful bloom.
One suitor there came from the Scottish shore,