The decent bravery of his last rouse.—
Come, let us have a merry reel together.
[They mix with Dancers, who now advance to the front, where a bumpkin, or dance of many interwoven reels, is performed; after which the Bride is led to a seat, and some of her Maidens sit by her.]
BRIDEGROOM.
Take needful rest, we'll pass the cheering cup.
And, Rory of Glenoruch, clear thy throat,
And sing some merry song, meet for a wedding,
Where all are boon and gay.
BRIDE.
Which thou wert wont on Clachen braes to sing,
And we to praise. Thou know'st the song I mean.
RORY.
But 'tis a song devised for gentle folks,
Made by the youthful laird of Ballamorin,
And not for common clansfolk like ourselves.
BRIDE.
It shows how sweetly thwarted lovers meet
O' moonlight nights, and talk of happy times