Scotland stretches away in a spectacular fusion of wooded glens, sweeping moors, rugged coasts, towering mountains, green valleys and deep blue lakes known as Lochs. The Scottish people have long been famous for their close-knit clans organized under chieftains who often led fierce warriors to savage feuds. Lord Ullin’s daughter is one of the popular poems of Thomas Campbell which describes how a Scottish chieftain and his beloved flee her wrathful father, but their defiance leads to their deaths, in a surging stormy sea. A Chieftain who is bound to the highlands cries to the boatman not to tarry, linger or dally but would give him a silver pound to row over the ferry for them. The boatman wonders as who would it be who would want to cross Lochgyle in such a dark and stormy weather? It would be none other than the chief of Ulva’s isle; an island; along with Lord Ullin’s daughter.
Both of them fled from Lord Ullin’s men for more than three days. For if her father should find them in the glen; a deep narrow valley, especially in the mountains of Scotland; her blood would stain the heather; low, spreading plant with woody stems, small spiky leaves and purple, pink or white flowers. Lord Ullin’s horsemen rode hard behind them and if they should discover their steps, then who would cheer the bonny; lovely and attractive; bride when they have slayed her lover? The hardy highland wight; valiant and skilled in fighting; told the chieftain he is ready to go not only for the sake of money but mainly because of his winsome; pleasing because of a childlike charm and innocence; lady. By the boatman’s word the bonny bird shall not tarry in danger, for though the waves are raging; angry and furiated; white, he would still row the ferry for them.
By this the storm grew loud apace; quickly; while the water-wraith; ghost or sceptre or spirit; was shrieking. In the scowl; frown, black and dirty look; of heaven, each face grew dark as they were speaking. But still the wind blew even stronger and wilder and the night grew drearer. Adown; coming down; the glen, the armed men rode and their trampling; stamping treading and walking over; sounded nearer. The lady cries out in a loud haste to her lover and declares that even though the tempest gathered round them, she would be ready to meet the raging of the skies but not her angry father. The boat has finally left the stormy land and the stormy sea before her but something too strong for a human hand, the tempest gathered over her. Still they rowed amidst the roar of the fast prevailing waters; conquering and overcoming; Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore but his wrath; anger and exasperation; was changed to wailing; lamenting, crying and bemoaning.