In deep Glenfinlas' moon-light glade, Far on the wind his tartans flow ?" 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; "O first, for pity's gentle sake, Guide a lone wanderer on her way! "First, three times tell each Ave bead, O shame to knighthood, strange and foul! "Not so, by high Dunlathmon's fire, |