Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes, Fast hauding by her mother, Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes, They were parted frae each other. He gied her nae time to be dress'd, 25 As ladies do when they're brides, But he hastened and hurried her awa, And rowed her in his plaids. He mounted her upon a horse, Himsell lap on behind her, 30 And they're awa to the Hieland hills, Where her friends may never find her. As they gaed ower the Hieland hills, The lady aften fainted, Saying, "Wae be to my cursed gowd, 35 This road to me invented!" They rade till they came to Ballyshine, At Ballyshine they tarried; He brought to her a cotton gown, Yet ne'er wad she be married. 40 Two held her up before the priest, Four carried her to bed O; Maist mournfully she wept and cried, When she by him was laid O! [_The tune changes_.] "O be content, O be content, 45 O be content to stay, lady, For now ye are my wedded wife Until my dying day, lady. "Rob Roy was my father call'd, Macgregor was his name, lady; 50 He led a band o' heroes bauld, And I am here the same, lady. "He was a hedge unto his friends, A heckle to his foes, lady, And every one that did him wrang, 55 He took him by the nose, lady. "I am as bold, I am as bold As my father was afore, lady; He that daurs dispute my word Shall feel my gude claymore, lady. 60 "My father left me cows and yowes, And sheep, and goats, and a', lady, And you and twenty thousand merks Will mak me a man fu' braw, lady." BOOK VII. QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION.