66 THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY. (From the Same.) ISE up, rise up, now, lord Douglas," she says, Let it never be said, that a daughter of thine "Light down, light down, lady Marg'ret," he said, And hold my steed in your hand, Until that against your seven brethren bold, And your father, I mak a stand." She held his steed in her milk-white hand, Until that she saw her seven brethren fa', And her father aard fighting, who lov'd her so dear. "O chuse, O chuse, lady Margret," he said, He's lifted her on a milk-white steed, With a bugelet horn hung down by his side, O they rade on, and on they rade, They lighted down to tak a drink, And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood, "Hold up, hold up, lord William," she says, "For I fear that you are slain!" "Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak, That shines in the water sae plain.” |