The Forest's matchless daughter!
"'Twas but a chance!—her life is gain'd,
And his is gone—for, lo!
The picquet round has come, and found,
Left open to the foe,
The dangerous post that Ronald kept
So short a time ago.
"They met him bearing her—he scorn'd
To palter or to plead:
Arrested—bound—ere beat of drum,