In deep Glenfinlas' moon-light glade,
A lovely maid in vest of green:
"With her a chief in Highland pride;
His shoulders bear the hunter's bow,
The mountain dirk adorns his side,

Far on the wind his tartans flow ?"
"And who art thou? and who are they?"
All ghastly gazing, Moy replied:

And why, beneath the moon's pale ray, Dare ye thus roam Glenfinlas' side ?" "Where wild Loch-Katrine pours her tide, Blue, dark, and deep, round many an isle, Our father's towers o'erhang her side, The castle of the bold Glengyle.

"To chase the dun Glenfinlas deer,

Our woodland course this morn we bore, And haply met, while wandering here, The son of great Macgillianore.

"O aid me, then, to seek the pair,

Whom, loitering in the woods, I lost; Alone, I dare not venture there,

Where walks, they say, the shrieking ghost."

"Yes, many a shrieking ghost walks there;
Then first, my own sad vow to keep,
Here will I pour my midnight prayer,
Which still must rise when mortals sleep."

"O first, for pity's gentle sake,

Guide a lone wanderer on her way!
For I must cross the haunted brake,
And reach my father's towers ere day."

"First, three times tell each Ave bead,
And thrice a Pater-noster say;
Then kiss with me the holy reed;
So shall we safely wind our way."

O shame to knighthood, strange and foul!
Go, doff the bonnet from thy brow,
And shroud thee in the monkish cowl,
Which best befits thy sullen vow.

"Not so, by high Dunlathmon's fire,
Thy heart was froze to love and joy,
When gaily rung thy raptured lyre,
To wanton Morna's melting eye."
Wild stared the Minstrel's eyes of flame,
And high his sable locks arose,
And quick his colour went and came,
As fear and rage alternate rose.