Minstrelsy of the Scottish border - National Library of Scotland

THE SCOTTISH UOllDEU. 443
For forty days and nights so drear,
I ween he had not spoke,
And, save with bread and water clear,
His fast he ne'er had broke.
Amid the penitential flock,
Seem'd none more bent to pray
But, when the Holy Father spoke.
He rose, and went his way.
Again unto his native land
His weary course he drew.
To Lothian's fair and fertile strand,
And Pentland's mountains blue.
His unblest feet his native seat,
Mid Eske's fair woods, regain ;
Thro' woods more fair no stream more sweet
Rolls to the eastern main.
And lords to meet the Pilgrim came.
And vassals bent the knee ;
For all mid Scotland's chiefs of fame,
Was none more famed than he.
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