SIR NEIL & GLENGYLE
THE HIGHLAND CHEFTAINS.
In yonder Isle beyond Argyle,
where flocks and herds were plenty,
Lived a rich Squire, whose sister fair
was the flower of all that country.
A Knight Sir Neil, had woo'd her long,
expecting soon to marry.
A young Highland Laird his suit profer'd,
young handsome, brisk and airy.
Long she respected brave Sir Neil,
because he woo'd sincerely,
But as soon as she saw the young Glengyle,
he won her most entirely;
Till lies of some to her brother came,
That Neil had boasted proudly.
Of favours from that Lady young,
which made him vow thus rudely.
I swear by all our friendship past,
before this hour next morning,
This Knight or me shall breathe our last,
he shall know who he's scorning.
To meet on the shore where the loud waves roar
in a challenge he defy'd him,
Ere the sun was up, these young men met,
no living creature nigh them.
