The lady fled on gallant steed
Escaped the castle and its keep
To the river, forged the shallows
Ran the horse, through fields now fallow
Fearing the worst, she rode all night
Slept in saddle during the flight
The craggy mountains gave no shelter
The burning sun by day did swelter
Pursued by hounds, as though from hell
They caught her scent, upon her fell
If it were not for her brave warrior
They’d have sampled the lady’s flavor
But to Highland refuge she was spirited
The clan’s protection she had merited
As her distant cousin, she had sought
A haven from her future lot
Forced to marry for a treaty sworn
The lady’s fate was foreordained
But to her lover’s arms, she ran
He, the noble chief of the clan
In swelling womb his babe was carried
And he, the lady swore to marry