LORD ULLEN'S DAUGHTER
Contributed by: Michael Cutbirth
A chieftain to the highland bound cried, boatsman, do not tarry.
I’ll give to thee a silver pound to row us o’er the ferry.
Now who be ye would cross Loch Ille this dark and stormy water?
I am the chief of Ule’s Isle and this is Lord Ullen’s daughter.
And fast before her father’s men three days we’ve fled together.
And should they find us in the glen my blood would stain the heather.
His horsemen hard behind us ride should they our steps discover.
Then who would cheer my bonnie bride when they have slain her. lover.
Then up spoke the hardy wight. I’ll go my chief, I’m ready.
is not for your silver so bright but for your winsome lady.
And by my word the Bonnie Bird in danger shall not tarry.
Though the waves be raging white I’ll row you o’er the ferry.
By this the storm grew loud apace the water wraith was shrieking.
And in the scowl of heaven each face grew dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind and as the night grew drearer.
Adown the glen rode armed men their trampling sounded nearer.
Oh haste thee haste the lady cried though tempest round us gather.
I’ll meet the raging of the skies but not an angry father.
The boat has left a stormy land a stormy sea before her
When oh too strong for human hands the tempest gathered o’er her.
But still they rowed against the roar of water fast prevailing.
Lord Ullen reached that fatal shore. His wrath was changed to wailing.
For sore dismayed through storm and shade his child he did discover.
One lovely hand stretched forth for aid and one was round her lover.
Come back, come back he cried in grief from o’er the stormy water
I’ll forgive your highland chief. My daughter oh my daughter
T’was vain the loud waves lashed the shore. Return or aid preventing
The waters wild rushed o’er his child and he was left lamenting