But send me back Sir Hildebrande safe,
Abune a’ ither thing!”
’Tis Hallowe’en, and twelve lang months
Hae i’ their turn passed round,
An’ ’twas Hallowe’en when Sir Hildebrande marched
For Palestine’s holy ground.
The castle clock tolls midnight’s hour,
An’ the ladye bethinks her now
Of her lover’s words at the trysting-tree—
His fervent and heartfelt vow.