Chapter 35 The Black Bull of Norroway

And many a hunting song they sung,

And song of game and glee;

Then tuned to plaintive strains their tongue,

"Of Scotland's luve and lee."

To wilder measures next they turn

"The Black, Black Bull of Norroway!"

Sudden the tapers cease to burn,

The minstrels cease to play.

"The Cout of Keeldar," by J. Leyden.

IN Norroway, la