Their Captain came, a gallant young,--

Of Tullibardine's house he sprung,--

Nor wore he yet the spurs of knight;

Gay was his mien, his humor light And, though by courtesy controlled, Forward his speech, his bearing bold.

The high-born maiden ill could brook The scanning of his curious look And dauntless eye:--and yet, in sooth Young Lewis was a generous youth;But Ellen's lovely face and mien Ill suited to the garb and scene, Might lightly bear construction strange, And give loose fancy scope to range.

'Welcome to Stirling towers, fair maid!

Come ye to seek a champion's aid, On palfrey white, with harper hoar, Like errant damosel of yore?

Does thy high quest a knight require, Or may the venture suit a squire?'

Her dark eye flashed;--she paused and sighed:--'O what have I to do with pride!--

Through scenes of sorrow, shame, and strife, A suppliant for a father's life, I crave an audience of the King.

Behold, to back my suit, a ring, The royal pledge of grateful claims, Given by the Monarch to Fitz-James.'