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Página 60 - And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream. He turned him on the other side, And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he : " If ye like na my visit in merry England, In fair Scotland come visit me...
Página 358 - His haukes they flie so eagerly, There's no fowle dare him come nie.' Downe there comes a fallow doe, As great with yong as she might goe. She lift up his bloudy hed, And kist his wounds that were so red. She got him up upon her backe, And carried him to earthen lake. She buried him before the prime, She was dead herselfe ere even-song time. God send every gentleman, Such haukes, such hounds, and such a leman.
Página 55 - Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!" "We go to hunt an English stag, Has trespassed on the Scots countrie.
Página 359 - In behint yon auld fail dyke, I wot there lies a new-slain Knight ; And naebody kens that he lies there, But his hawk, his hound, and lady fair. ' His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild-fowl hame, His lady's ta'en another mate, So we may mak our dinner sweet.
Página 56 - Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?' Quo' fause Sakelde ; 'come tell to me !' Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the never a word o' lear had he. 'Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed outlaws, stand!
Página 58 - Then Red Rowan has hente him up, The starkest man in Teviotdale — "Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell. " Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope ! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell ! " he cried — " I'll pay you for my lodging maill, When first we meet on the Border side.
Página 52 - They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back ; They guarded him, fivesome on each side, And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack. They led him thro...
Página 57 - And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began full loud to blaw; But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,* When we came beneath the castle wa'. We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders against the wa* ; And sae ready was Buccleuch nimsell To mount the first before us a'.