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Until the break of day;
That's breathed upon by May.
Again to bear away.”—
ye hospitable claim ?
Or Scotland's mountain ground ?”
We have been known to fame;
And these brief words have import dear,
When sounded in a noble ear,
To harbour safe, and friendly cheer,
That gives us rightful claim. Grant us the trivial boon we seek,
And we in other realms will speak
Fair of your courtesy :
And wanderer on the lea !”
“ Bold stranger, no-gainst claim like thine,
Though ye had drawn a hostile sword
To land these two bold brethren leapt,
Half lifeless up the rock;
On his strong shoulder lean’d her head,
Droops from the mountain oak.
And in his hand a sheathed sword,
Such as few arms could wield;
But when he boun'd him to such task,
Well could it cleave the strongest casque,
And rend the surest shield.
The raised portcullis' arch they pass,
The entrance long and low,
lis Flank'd at each turn by loop-holes strait, Where bowmen might in ambush wait, (If force or fraud should burst the gate,)
To gall an entering foe.
But every jealous post of ward
Was now defenceless and unbarr'd,
And all the
To one low-brow'd and vaulted room,
Where squire and yeoman, page and groom,
Plied their loud revelry.
And “ Rest ye here," the Warder bade,
ne'er had seen A damsel tired of midnight bark, Or wanderers of a moulding stark,
And bearing martial mien."
But not for Eachin's reproof
Would page or vassal stand aloof,
But crowded on to stare,