Nor wed a maid so poor.”
Yet still would Sandy joyous sing,
“Fair maid, O be but mine;
More blest I’d be than laird or king,
With Anna of the Tyne.”
“For Anna thou art rich in charms,
The wealth of worlds to me;
Then wed, and bless thy lover’s arms.”
She smil’d, and blest was he.
How rapturous then did Sandy sing,