O listen, listen, ladies gay!
    No haughty feat of arms we tell;
Soft is the note, and sad the lay,
    That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.

"Moor ye the barge, ye gallant crew!
    And, gentle ladye, deign to stay,
Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,
    Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.

 ... 

O'er Roslin all that dreary night
    A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam;
'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light,
    And brighter than the bright moon-beam.

 ... 

There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold
    Lie buried within that proud chapelle;
Each one the holy vault doth hold --
    But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!

And each St. Clair was buried there,
    With candle, with book, and with knell;
But the sea-cave rung, and the wild wind sung
    The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.