From Teviot, Aill, and Ettrick shade, There was saddling and mounting in haste, He that was last at the trysting place, Was but lightly held of his gay ladye. VIII. From fair St Mary's silver wave, From dreary Gamescleugh's dusky height, His ready lances Thirlstane brave Array'd beneath a banner bright. The tressured fleur-de-luce he claims To wreathe his shield, since royal James, The proud distinction grateful gave, For faith 'mid feudal jars ; Of Scotland's stubborn barons none Would march to southern wars; And hence, in fair remembrance worn, "Ready, aye ready," for the field. IX. An aged Knight, to danger steel'd, With many a moss-trooper, came on; The stars and crescent graced his shield, Wide lay his lands round Oakwood tower, In the dark glen, so deep below, The herds of plunder'd England low, His bold retainers' daily food, And bought with danger, blows, and blood. Marauding chief! his sole delight In youth might tame his rage for arms; Were white as Dinlay's spotless snow: Five stately warriors drew their sword Before their father's band; A braver knight than Harden's lord Ne'er belted on a brand. X. Scotts of Eskdale, a stalwart band, Came trooping down the Todshawhill ; By the sword they won their land, And by the sword they hold it still. Harken, Ladye, to the tale, How thy sires won fair Eskdale, Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair, The Beattisons were his vassals there. The Earl was gentle, and mild of mood, The vassals were warlike, and fierce, and rude; Little they reck'd of a tame liege lord. The Earl to fair Eskdale came, Homage and seignory to claim : Of Gilbert the Galliard a heriot* he sought, Saying, "Give thy best steed, as a vassal ought." I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou."- Till so highly blazed the Beattisons' ire, The vassals there their lord had slain. *The feudal superior, in certain cases, was entitled to the best horse of the vassal, in name of Heriot, or Herezeld. Sore he plied both whip and spur, As he urged his steed through Eskdale muir; And it fell down a weary weight, Just on the threshold of Branksome gate, XI. The Earl was a wrathful man to see, Full fain avenged would he be. In haste to Branksome's Lord he spoke, And with him five hundred riders has ta'en. VOL. I. G 4 |