And say, ‘Come this night to thy Lady’s bower;
Ask no bold Baron’s leave.
“‘He lifts his spear with the bold Buccleuch;
His Lady is all alone;
The door she’ll undo, to her Knight so true,
On the Eve of good St. John.’—
“‘I cannot come; I must not come;
I dare not come to thee;
On the Eve of St. John I must wander alone:
In thy bower I may not be.’—