Poem of the day-125: Excerpt from the ballad, Rob Roy by Sir Walter Scott

Rob Roy is frae the Hielands come,
Down to the Lowland border;
And he has stolen that lady away,
To haud his house in order.

He set her on a milk-white steed,
Of none he stood in awe;
Until they reached the Hieland hills,
Aboon the Balmaha'! **

Saying, "Be content, be content,
Be content with me, Lady;
Where will ye find in Lennox land,
Sae braw a man as me, Lady?

"Rob Roy, he was my father called,
MacGregor was his name, Lady;
A' the country, far and near,
Have heard MacGregor's fame, Lady.

"He was a hedge about his friends,
A heckle to his foes, Lady;
If any man did him gainsay,
He felt his deadly blows, Lady.

"I am as bold, I am as bold,
I am as bold and more, Lady;
Any man that doubts my word,
May try my gude claymore, Lady.

"Then be content, be content,
Be content with me, Lady;
For now you are my wedded wife,
Until the day ye die, Lady."