Classic Poem

Arise, my page-boy, saddle quick,
Leap on thy courser bold;
Gallop amain o'er hill and plain
To royal Duncan's hold.

Hie to the stables there and wait
Till thee the groom has spied,
Then ask, “Of Duncan's daughters which,
I prithee, is the bride?”

If the knave says, “The dark-eyed maid,”
Spur back and bring the news.
If the knave says, “The blue-eyed maid,”
Then lesser speed may'st use.

Then to the nearest rope-walk go,
And buy me there a cord;
And slowly ride and bring it me,
But never speak a word.