But the fire maun burn, and I maun quake,
And the hour is gone that will never come back.
III.
And when they come to Craigyburn wood,
The Queen of the Fairies spoke:—
“Come, bind your steeds to the rushes so green,
And dance by the haunted oak:
I found the acorn on Heshbon-hill,
In the nook of a palmer’s poke,
A thousand years since; here it grows!”