Part II
But the King can write another brief,
For all the first be stown;
And once again the fellow rode,
With the warrant from London town.
Now out and alas! What can she do?
For the heart of Grizzy sank!
The red sun went down o’er the sea,
And the wind blew stiff and snell,
And as it shot by Grizzy’s lugs,
It sounded old Cochrane’s knell.
“But downa despair, ’tis a kittle carle!”
Said Cochrane’s Bonny daughter!
The larch and the tall fir shrieked with pain,
As they bent before the wind,
And down there fell the heavy rain,
Till sense and eyes were blind;
“A lang night ’tis ne’er sees a day,”
Quo’ Cochrane’s undaunted Grizzy!
The Warlocks are dancing threesome reels,
On Goswick’s haunted links,
The red fire shoots by Ladythorne,
And Tam wi’ the Lanthorne falls and sinks.
On Kyloe’s hills there’s awful sounds,
But they frighted not Cochrane’s Grizzy!
The moon beams shot from the troubled sky,
In glints of flickering light,
The horseman came skelping thro’ the mire,
For his mind was in affright:
His pistol cocked he held in his hand,
But the sient a fear had Grizzy!
As he came fornents the Fenwicke woods,
From the whin-bushes shot out a flame;
His dappled filly reared up in affright,
And backward over he came;
There’s a hand on his craig, and a foot on his mouth,
’Twas Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy!
“I will not take thy life,” she said,
“But give me thy London news;
No blood of thine shall syle my blad,
Gin me ye dinna refuse:”
She’s prie’d the warrant, and away she flew,
With the speed and strength of the wild curlew!
Love will make a foe grow kind,
Love will bring blossom where bud is naught.
Love hath softened a kingly mind,
Grizzy hath mercy to councillors taught.
Her friends at Court have prieven the life
O’ Grizzy’s banished father!
She’s wedded unto a German Knight,
Her bairnies blithe with her sire remain,
She’s cast the laddie’s clouts away,
And her raven hair is growing again.
What think ye, gentles o’ every degree,
Of Cochrane’s Bonny Grizzy?
(Englished)