Whither went the Kingdom of whom Mesceret was a-fear’d?
Whenever and wherever the ganging-way had clear’d
Across the stony morning and awakened sundered sky
For earth’s blows a-horning and raising of her eye.
Make not the bless’d gateway arise beneath her call,
but send forth her children scorn’d, forever and for all.
My dear, my darling Lethirwasse, of this you only know
why the summer creeping or the tawny flies must go
in fleeing and in flight before the foxes yonder bray
before the mark of Hardholde and ‘neath the light of day.
My bonnie, o my bonnie, in binding don’t delay.
Don’t delay my bonnie, for mercy’s hand please stay.