John Home

A rude and boisterous captain of the sea.

My name is Norval; on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.

I'll woo her as the lion wooes his brides.

In the first days Of my distracting grief, I found myself As women wish to be who love their lords.