Remains on that board impressed;
And for evermore that Lady wore
A covering on her wrist.
There is a nun in Dryburgh bower,
Ne’er looks upon the sun;
There is a monk in Melrose tower,
He speaketh word to none.
That nun, who ne’er beholds the day,
That monk, who speaks to none—
That nun was Smaylho’me’s Lady gay,