The Vale of Tears at the even-tide,
Or thou'd come near me to love and cheer me,
And whisper clearly, "O be my bride!"

My fairy lover, my fairy lover,
My fair, my rare one, come back to me--
All night I'm sighing, for thee I'm crying,
I would be dying, my love, for thee.

What spell can bind thee? I search to find thee
Around the knoll that thy home would be--
Where thou did'st hover, my fairy lover,
The clods will cover and comfort me.

My fairy lover, my fairy lover,
My fair, my rare one, come back to me--
All night I'm sighing, on thee I'm crying,
I would be dying, my love, for thee.




THE FIANS OF KNOCKFARREL.

(A Ross-shire Legend.)


I.

On steep Knockfarrel had the Fians made,