III MODERN AND CONTEMPORARY SCOTO-CELTIC
Monaltri.
ANON.
There’s a sound on the hill,
Not of joy but of ailing;
Dark-hair’d women mourn—
Beat their hands, with loud wailing.
They cry out, Ochon!
For the young Monaltri,
Who went to the hill;
But home came not he.
Without snood, without plaid
Katrina’s gone roaming.
O Katrina, my dear!
Homeward be coming.
Och! hear, on the castle
Yon pretty bird singing,
“Snoodless and plaidless,
Her hands she is ringing.”