The lady sat by winding Thames,
Near where the wand’rer past;
And him she beckon’d to draw near
And thus the Bard address’d.
“From whence com’st thou? O! sweet Harper.
From whence com’st thou? Tell me;
From border of the daring Scot?
Art of the North Countrie?”
“I come not from the fair Scotland;
(Yet near green Cheviot roam;)