LOCHINVAR by: Sir Walter Scott (1771-1832) OH! young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword he weapons had none He rode all unarmed and he rode all alone So faithful in love and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar He stayed not for brake and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Eske river where ford there was none, But ere he alighted at Netherby gate The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bridesmen, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword,-For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,-'Oh! come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?'-'I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied; Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide-And now am I come, with this lost love of mine, To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far, That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar.' The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup, She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye He took her soft hand ere her mother could bar,-'Now tread we a measure!' said young Lochinvar So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride maidens whispered ''Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.' One touch to her hand and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall-door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! 'She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow,' quoth young Lochinvar There was mounting 'mong Graemes of the Netherby clan; Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran: There was racing and chasing on Cannobie Lee, But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see So daring in love and so dauntless in war, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar? Cmpiled: Juan C David əʊ jʌŋ *lɒkɪnvɑ:r ɪz kʌm aʊt əv ðə west | *lɒxɪnvɑ: θruː ɔːl ðə waɪd bɔːdər ɪz stiːd wəz ðə best | ən(d) seɪv ɪz ɡʊd brɔːdsɔːd hi wepənz hæd nʌn | hi rəʊd ɔːl ʌnɑːmd ənd i rəʊd ɔːl ələʊn | səʊ feɪθfəl ɪn lʌv ən(d) səʊ dɔːntlɪs ɪn wɔː | ðə nevə wəz naɪt | laɪk ðə jʌŋ lɒkɪnvɑ: | hi steɪd nɒt fə breɪk | ənd hi stɒpt nɒt fə stəʊn | hi swæm ði eskə rɪvə weə fɔːd ðə wəz nʌn | bət eə hi əlaɪtɪd ət neðəbi ɡeɪt | ðə braɪd həd kənsentɪd | ðə ɡælənt | keɪm leɪt | fər ə læɡəd ɪn lʌv ənd ə dæstəd ɪn wɔː | wəz tə wed ðə feər elən əv breɪv lɒkɪnvɑ: | səʊ bəʊldli hi entəd ðə neðəbi hɔːl | əmʌŋ braɪdzmən | ən(d) kɪnzmən | ən(d) brʌðəz | ənd ɔːl| ðen spəʊk ðə braɪdz fɑːðə | hɪz hænd ɒn ɪz sɔːd | fə ðə pʊə kreɪvn̩ braɪdɡrʊm sed nevər ə wɜːd | əʊ kʌm jiː ɪn piːs hɪə | ɔː kʌm jiː ɪn wɔː | ɔː tə dɑːns ət a(ʊ)ə braɪdl̩ | jʌŋ lɔːd lɒkɪnvɑ: | aɪ lɒŋ wuːd jɔ: dɔːtə | maɪ suːt ju dɪnaɪd | lʌv swelz laɪk ðə sɒlweɪ | bət ebz laɪk ɪts taɪd | ən(d) na(ʊ) əm aɪ kʌm | wɪð ðɪs lɒs(t) lʌv əv maɪn | tə liːd bət wʌn meʒə | drɪŋk wʌn kʌp əv waɪn | ðər ə meɪdn̩z ɪn skɒtlən(d) mɔː lʌvli baɪ fɑː | ðət wʊd ɡlædli bi braɪd tə ðə jʌŋ lɒkɪnvɑ: | ðə braɪd kɪst ðə ɡɒblɪt | ðə naɪt tʊk ɪt ʌp | hi kwɒft ɒf ðə waɪn | ənd i θruː daʊn ðə kʌp | ʃi lʊkt daʊn tə blʌʃ | ən(d) ʃi lʊkt ʌp tə saɪ | wɪð ə smaɪl ɒn (h)ə lɪps ənd ə tɪər ɪn (h)ər aɪ | hi tʊk (h)ə sɒft hænd | eə hə mʌðə kəd bɑː | naʊ tred wi ə meʒə | sed jʌŋ lɒkɪnvɑ: | səʊ steɪtli ɪz fɔːm | ən(d) səʊ lʌvli hə feɪs | ðət nevər ə hɔːl sʌtʃ ə gæliɑ:d dɪd ɡreɪs | waɪl (h)ə mʌðə dɪd fret | ənd ə fɑːðə dɪd fjuːm | ən(d) ðə braɪdɡrʊm stʊd dæŋɡl̩ ɪŋ ɪz bɒnɪt ən(d) pluːm |ən(d) ðə braɪd meɪdn̩z wɪspəd twɜː betə baɪ fɑː |tə həv mætʃt a(ʊ)ə feə kʌzn̩ wɪð jʌŋ lɒkɪnvɑ: | wʌn tʌtʃ tə hə hænd ən(d) wʌn wɜːd ɪn (h)ər ɪə | wen ðeɪ riːtʃt ðə hɔ:l dɔ: | ən(d) ðə tʃɑːdʒə stʊd nɪə | səʊ laɪt tə ðə kruːp ðə feə leɪdi hi swʌŋ | səʊ laɪt tə ðə sædl̩ bɪfɔː hə hi sprʌŋ | ʃi ɪz wʌn | wi ə ɡɒn | əʊvə bæŋk | bʊʃ | ən(d) skɔː | ðeɪl hæv fliːt stiːdz ðət fɒləʊ | kwəʊθ jʌŋ lɒkɪnvɑ: | ðə wəz maʊntɪŋ mɒŋ gre(ɪ)əmz əv ðə neðəbi klæn | fɒstəz |fenwɪks |ən(d) mʌzgreɪvz |ðeɪ rəʊd ən(d) ðeɪ ræn | ðə wəz reɪsɪŋ ən(d) tʃeɪsɪŋ ɒn kænəbi liː | bət ðə lɒs(t) braɪd əv neðəbi neə dɪd ðeɪ siː | səʊ deərɪŋ ɪn lʌv ən(d) səʊ dɔːntlɪs ɪn wɔː | həv jiː eə hɜːd əv ɡælənt | laɪk jʌŋ lɒkɪnvɑ: |