Fierce on the hunter's quivered band Aimed well, the chieftain's lance has flown; Sound, merry huntsman! sound the pryse!* 'Tis noon-against the knotted oak Proudly the chieftain marked his clan, Why fills not Bothwellhaugh his place, Why shares he not our hunter's fare?" Stern Claud replied with darkening face (Gray Paisley's haughty lord was he), "At merry feast or buxom chase No more the warrior wilt thou see. "Few suns have set since Woodhouslee Saw Bothwellhaugh's bright goblets foam, When to his hearts, in social glee, The war-worn soldier turned him home. "There, wan from her maternal throes, His Margaret, beautiful and mild, Sate in her bower, a pallid rose, And peaceful nursed her new-born child. *The note blown at the death of the game. "O change accursed! past are those days. "What sheeted phantom wanders wild, Where mountain Eske through woodland flows? "The wildered traveler sees her glide, And half unsheathed his Arran brand. But who, o'er bush, o'er stream and rock, Whose cheek is pale, whose eyeballs glare, From gory selle* and reeling steed He dashed his carbine to the ground. Sternly he spoke,-" "Tis sweet to hear, To drink a tyrant's dying groan. * Saddle. "Your slaughtered quarry proudly trod, At dawning morn, o'er dale and down; But prouder base-born Murray rode Through old Linlithgow's crowded town. "From the wild Border's humbled side "But can stern Power, with all his vaunt, "With hackbut tent, my secret stand, "Dark Marton, girt with many a spear, Murder's foul minion, led the van; The wild Macfarlane's plaided clan, 66 And clashed their broadswords in the rear. Glencairn and stout Parkhead were nigh, Obsequious at their regent's rein, And hagard Lindsay's iron eye, That saw fair Mary weep in vain. "Mid pennoned spears, a steely grove, "From the raised visor's shade, his eye, "But yet his saddened brow confessed "The death-shot parts-the charger springs- "What joy the raptured youth can feel "But dearer to my injured eye To see in dust proud Murray roll; "My Margaret's specter glided near; With pride her blushing victim saw; And shrieked in his death-deafened ear, 'Remember injured Bothwellhaugh!' "Then speed thee, noble Chatlerault; Spread to the wind thy bannered tree! Each warrior bend his Clydesdale bow! Murray is fallen and Scotland free!" Vaults every warrior to his steed; Loud bugles join their wild acclaim,'Murray is fallen and Scotland freed! Couch, Arran! couch thy spear of flame.* But see! the minstrel vision fails The glimmering spears are seen no more The shouts of war die on the gales, Or sink in Evan's lonely roar. For the loud bugle, pealing high, The bannered towers of Evandale. For chiefs, intent on bloody deed, And long may Peace and Pleasure own On the fairy banks of Evandale! WAR-SONG OF THE ROYAL EDIN BURGH LIGHT DRAGOONS O horse! to horse! the standard flies, то The bugles sound the call. The Gallic navy stems the seas, From high Dunedin's towers we come, Our casques the leopard's spoils surround, Though tamely couch to Gallia's frown Their ravished toys though Romans mourn; |