| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| Sydney Dobell. 1824–1874 |
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| 765. The Ballad of Keith of Ravelston |
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| THE murmur of the mourning ghost | |
| That keeps the shadowy kine, | |
| 'O Keith of Ravelston, | |
| The sorrows of thy line!' | |
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| Ravelston, Ravelston, | 5 |
| The merry path that leads | |
| Down the golden morning hill, | |
| And thro' the silver meads; | |
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| Ravelston, Ravelston, | |
| The stile beneath the tree, | 10 |
| The maid that kept her mother's kine, | |
| The song that sang she! | |
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| She sang her song, she kept her kine, | |
| She sat beneath the thorn, | |
| When Andrew Keith of Ravelston | 15 |
| Rode thro' the Monday morn. | |
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| His henchman sing, his hawk-bells ring, | |
| His belted jewels shine; | |
| O Keith of Ravelston, | |
| The sorrows of thy line! | 20 |
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| Year after year, where Andrew came, | |
| Comes evening down the glade, | |
| And still there sits a moonshine ghost | |
| Where sat the sunshine maid. | |
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| Her misty hair is faint and fair, | 25 |
| She keeps the shadowy kine; | |
| O Keith of Ravelston, | |
| The sorrows of thy line! | |
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| I lay my hand upon the stile, | |
| The stile is lone and cold, | 30 |
| The burnie that goes babbling by | |
| Says naught that can be told. | |
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| Yet, stranger! here, from year to year, | |
| She keeps her shadowy kine; | |
| O Keith of Ravelston, | 35 |
| The sorrows of thy line! | |
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| Step out three steps, where Andrew stood— | |
| Why blanch thy cheeks for fear? | |
| The ancient stile is not alone, | |
| 'Tis not the burn I hear! | 40 |
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| She makes her immemorial moan, | |
| She keeps her shadowy kine; | |
| O Keith of Ravelston, | |
| The sorrows of thy line! | |
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