He stole poor Blanche’s heart away!
His coat it was all of the greenwood hue,
And so blithely he trill’d the Lowland lay!
“It was not that I meant to tell ...
But thou art wise, and guessest well.”
Then, in a low and broken tone,
And hurried note, the song went on.
Still on the Clansman, fearfully,
She fixed her apprehensive eye;
Then turn’d it on the Knight, and then