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'My father blessed me fervently,

Yet did not much complain;

But sorely will my mother sigh

Till I come back again.'—

"Enough, enough, my little lad!

Such tears become thine eye;

If I thy guileless bosom had,

Mine own would not be dry.

6.

"Come hither, hither, my staunch yeoman,

Why dost thou look so pale?

Or dost thou dread a French foeman?

Or shiver at the gale?"—

'Deem'st thou I tremble for my life?

Sir Childe, I'm not so weak;

But thinking on an absent wife

Will blanch a faithful cheek.

7.

'My spouse and boys dwell near thy hall,

Along the bordering Lake,