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5 Out then spoke the king’s daughter,

And haughtily spoke she,—

“If Sir Alfred is vow’d to another love,

He shall never be claim’d by me;—

If Sir Alfred is vow’d to another love,

Why, let the knight go free;

Let him give his hand to his other love,

There are hundreds as good as he!”

With a careless touch she threw back her veil,

As if it by chance might be;

And who do you think was the king’s daughter?—

His own—his long-loved Rosalie!

First he stood like a marble stone,

And she like a lily sweet,

Then a sunny smile o’er his features shone,

And then he was at her feet.





CATHERINE JOHNSTONE.

There was a lass as I heard say,

Lived low doun in a glen;

Her name was Catherine Johnstone,

Weel known to many men.

Doun came the laird o’ Lamington,

Doun frae the south countrie;

And he is for this bonnie lass,

Her bridegroom for to be.