Don't dismiss me as one who can't relate,
For I once lost one to a horned rival.
My eyes only saw but one glorious angel;
Hers' though longed for another lover.
One morn ventured I 'to the untamed wild.
Armed with none but rage and a tiny blade,
I by myself put down a wounded boar!
The Laird game the tusks as reward
Which I fashioned into pearly bracelets
Gave them to the one I loved as a gift
On the day of her wedding to her man
Then I cussed and swore not to love again