“O, thy lover sleeps on the battle-field
Among the noble slain—
“But the soul that vowed to be true to thee
Will be true whate’er betide,
An’ returns from the land of chivalrie
To claim thee for his bride!”
This said, he stretched forth his bony hand
To his well-beloved bride,
An’ now he mounts the coal-black steed
Wi’ the ladye by his side.