Ancient Scottish ballads, recovered from tradition, and never before ...

Lady Ellen, trusty to the hour,
Did to the grove repair;
She waited lang, and very lang,
But nae Henry cam there.
"O what has stay'd my Henry dear,
That keeps him sae frae me;
There is the stream, and there's the rock,
And here's the aiken tree."
But loud, loud blew the tempest round,
And rushing cam the rain;
She call'd aloud on Henry dear,
But a' her calls were vain
Nought could be heard, nought could be seen,
For a' was darkness there
She wrung her hands in weeping wae,
'Twas bord'ring on despair.
Then out behind a dark, dark cloud
The moon shone bricht and clear
She thought she saw twa shepherd youths,
To them she did repair.
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