King Gregory sat in Dumbarton tower, He saw the links and the shores of Clyde, It was not the mountain, it was not the dale, It was the maidens of Leven side That walked or played with blythsome glee, For they were lythe of lire and limb, And O but they were bright of blee! King Gregory went into his bower, That bower was fair and that bower was wide; King Gregory went into his hall, And he strode it o'er from side to side. |