ough ye had drawn a hostile word inst our ally, great England's Lord, Ir mail upon your shoulders børne, o battle with the Lord of Lorn, outlaw'd, dwelt by greenwood tree With the fierce Knight of Ellerslie, raided even the murderous strife, When Comyn fell beneath the knife This night had been a term of truce. lo, vassals give these guests your care, 102 And shew the narrow postern stair." fo land these two bold brethren leap, The weary crew their vessel kept) bad. Bebe dhe the to.des' flare, Though ye had drawn a hostile sword Or, outlaw'd, dwelt by greenwood tree This night had been a term of truce.- And shew the narrow postern stair.” XXVIII. To land these two bold brethren leapt, (The weary crew their vessel kept) And, lighted by the torches' flare, That seaward flung their smoky glare, Half lifeless up the rock; |