What ghastly Huntsman next arose,
Well may I guess, but dare not tell;
His eye like midnight lightning glows,
His steed the swarthy hue of hell.

The Wildgrave flies o'er bush and thorn,
With many a shriek of helpless woe;

Behind him hound, and horse, and horn,
And, "Hark away, and holla ho!"

With wild despair's reverted eye,

Close, close behind, he marks the throng,

With bloody fangs, and eager cry;

In frantic fear he scours along.—

Still, still shall last the dreadful chase,
Till time itself shall have an end :

By day, they scour earth's cavern'd space,

At midnight's witching hour, ascend.

This is the horn, and hound, and horse, That oft the lated peasant hears; Appall'd, he signs the frequent cross, When the wild din invades his ears.

The wakeful priest oft drops a tear

For human pride, for human woe, When, at his midnight mass, he hears

The infernal cry of, " Holla ho!"

SONGS.

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VOL. V.

THE

NORMAN HORSE-SHOE.

AIR-The War-song of the Men of Glamorgan.

The Welch, inhabiting a mountainous country, and possessing only an inferior breed of horses, were usually unable to encounter the shock of the Anglo-Norman cavalry. Occasionally, however, they were successful in repelling the invaders ; and the following verses are supposed to celebrate a defeat of CLARE, Earl of Striguil and Pembroke, and of NEVILLE, Baron of Chepstow, Lords-Marchers of Monmouthshire. Rymny is a stream which divides the counties of Monmouth and Glamorgan: Caerphili, the scene of the supposed battle, is a vale upon its banks, dignified by the ruins of a very ancient castle.

I.

RED glows the forge in Striguil's bounds,

And hammers din and anvil sounds,

And armourers, with iron toil,

Barb many a steed for battle's broil.