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250 FAIR MARGARET OF CBAIGNABGAT.
Before that lady she was born,
Her mother, as we find, 10
She dreamt she had a daughter fair,
That was both dumb and blind.
But as she sat in her bow'r door,
A-viewing of her charms, There came a raven from the south, a
And pluck'd her from her arms.
Three times on end she dreamt this dream,
Which troubled sore her mind, That from that very night and hour
She could no comfort find. ao
Now she has sent for a wise woman,
Liv'd nigh unto the port, Who being call'd, instantly came.
That lady to comfort.
To her she told her dreary dream, k
With salt tears in her eye, Hoping that she would read the same,
Her mind to satisfy.
" Set not your heart on children young,
Whate'er their fortune be, ao
And if I tell what shall befal, Lay not the blame on me.
" The raven which ye dreamed of,
He is a false young man, With subtile heart and flatt'ring tongue, s»
Your daughter to trepan. |
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