Chapter 86 No.86

"In the dark chambère, if the bride was fair,

Ye wis, I could not see,

But the steed thrice neighed, and the priest fast prayed,

And wedded fast were we.

Her mother smiled upon her bed

As at its side we knelt to wed,

And the bride rose from her knee

And kissed the smile of her mother dead,

Or ever she kissed me.