[A composite volume : containing The ballads and songs of Ayrshire ...

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THE BLOODY RAID.
And quickly round our dauntless chief
Our hardy horsemen sprung
Some couched the lances in the rest,
And some their strong bows strung :
And with a shout the foes came on^
Ai'ound, behind, before ; .
And soon the half of our brave men,
Lay weltering in their gore.
From right to left thy gallant lord
Pursued the murdering foe.
Five of the bravest of the band
Were by his arm laid low
Till came a treacherous Stewart round
On his swift steed of pride,
And with an aim too fatal plunged
A dagger in his side.
0, lady ! long and doubtful was
The bloody, wild affray,
And many a treacherous Stewart fell
And, bleeding, died to-day ;
But long, alas ! this bloody raid
By many will be mourned ;
Of all who left this noble hall,
I only have returned."
The page look'd on the lady's face.
But it was deadly pale.
The bright glance of her eye was gone.
She heard not half his tale,
She only heard her gallant lord
Had fallen in the fray ;
Her heart within her bosom died.
She swooned with grief away.
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