Fast they hold, the yeomen bold,

They hold her mantle fast,

Six stalwart arms her kirtle hold,

Till the raising of the Host,

When, deep as thunder pealing round,
The air rang with a fearful sound.

The roof of the chapel was torn away,
And an opening wide was there,
Through which that fair, but evil fay,

Had passed into the air;

Still in their hands the yeomen bore

The kirtle and mantle which she wore.

With a shriek and a howl she passed away,

And never was seen again :

But often, at the close of day,

Around the Baron's domain,

Her voice was heard with a moan and a sigh,

Lamenting her fatal destiny.

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Sometimes were heard a shriek and a howl,

When the night was dark and drear,

When the wind blew shrill, and the lonely owl Hooted, as if with fear,

In the dark recesses of the tower,

Where once that lady had her bower.

And sometimes when the night was clear,
And the moon shone o'er the dale,

Around the castle ye might hear

Her voice, with a tender wail, Sighing for those she loved below, In a deep and touching tone of woe.

THE ALCAYDE OF ALHAMA.

The Alcayde of Alhama.

A MOORISH BALLAD.

lcaydè! Alcaydè! thou of the curly beard!

The banner of the Christian on Alhama's

tower is reared,

And the tambour, and the muffled drum, are sound

ing in our town,

For the losing of Alhama, and dishonour of Mahoun.

Alcayde of Alhama, the king has sent us here,

And sorrowful's the sentence which unto thee we

bear;