He'll gallop so fierce, he'll gallop so fast,
So high he'll rear, and so swift he'll bound--
Like the lightning flash he'll go prancing past,
Like the thunder-roll will his hoofs resound--
And the man perchance who sees and hears,
He would blind his eyes, he would close his ears.

The horse will bellow, the horse will snort,
And the gasping rider will pant for breath--
Let the way be long, or the way be short,
It will have one end, and the end is death;
In yon black loch, from off the shore,
The horse will splash, and be seen no more.




THE CHANGELING.


By night they came and from my bed
They stole my babe, and left behind
A thing I hate, a thing I dread--
A changeling who is old and blind;
He's moaning all the night and day
For those who took my babe away.

My little babe was sweet and fair,
He crooned to sleep upon my breast--
But O the burden I must bear!