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And held his crested helm and spear. That dwarf was scarcely an earthly man, If the tales were true that of him ran Through all the Border, far and near. ‘Twas said, when the baron a hunting rode, Through Reedsdale’s glens, but rarely trod, He heard a voice cry, “Lost! lost! lost '', And, like tennis-ball by raquet tost, A leap of thirty feet and three, Made from the gorse this elfin shape, Distorted like some dwarfish ape, And lighted at Lord Cranstoun's knee. Lord Cranstoun was some whit dismayed; 'Tis said that five good miles he rade, To rid him of his company; But where he rode one mile, the dwarf ran four, And the dwarf was first at the castle door.
Use lessens marvel, it is said,
He was waspish, arch, and litherlie,
But well Lord Cranstoun served he .
An' it had not been his ministry.
XXXIII, For the baron went on pilgrimage, And took with him this elfish page, To Mary's chapel of the Lowes : For there, beside our ladye's lake, An offering he had sworn to make, And he would pay his vows. But the ladye of Branksome gathered a band Of the best that would ride at her command : The trysting place was Newark Lee. Wat of Harden came thither amain, And thither came John of Thirlestaine, And thither came William of Deloraine ; They were three hundred spears and three. Through Douglas-burn, up Yarrow stream, Their horses prance, their lances gleam. They came to St. Mary's lake ere day; But the chapel was void, and the baron away.
They burned the chapel for very rage,
And now, in Branksome's good green wood,
WHILE thus he poured the lengthened tale,
A goblet, crowned with mighty wine,
AND said I that my limbs were old ;
~ II. In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war he mounts the warrior's steed ;