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“ Welcome to Norham, Marmion!
Stout heart, and open hand!
Thou flower of English land !"
Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck,
Stood on the steps of stone,
They hailed Lord Marmion :
They hailed him Lord of Fontenaye,
Of Tamworth tower and town;
And he, their courtesy to requite,
All as he lighted down.
“ Now largesse, largesse,* Lord Marmion,
Knight of the crest of gold !
Ne'er guarded heart so bold."
They marshall'd him to the castle-hall,
Where the guests stood all aside, And loudly flourished the trumpet-call,
And the heralds loudly cried, “ Room, lordings, room for Lord Marmion,
With the crest and helm of gold!
In the lists at Cottiswold:
'Gainst Marmion's force to stand;
To him he lost his ladye-love,
And to the king his land.
* The cry by which the heralds expressed their thanks for the bounty of the nobles.
Ourselves beheld the listed field,
A sight both sad and fair ;
We saw Lord Marmion pierce his shield,
And saw his saddle bare;
We saw the victor win the crest,
He wears with worthy pride;
And on the gibbet-tree, reversed,
His foeman's scutcheon tied.
Place, nobles, for the Falcon-Knight!
Room, room, ye gentles gay,
Marmion of Fontenaye !"
Then stepped to meet that noble lord
Sir Hugh the Heron bold,
And Captain of the Hold.
Raised o'er the pavement high,
And placed him in the upper place—
They feasted full and high:
And Hard-riding Dick, And Hughie of Hawdon, and Will o’the Wall, Have set on Sir Albany Featherstonhaugh, And taken his life at the Deadman's-shaw."
Scantly Lord Marmion's ear could brook
The harper's barbarous lay;
“ Now, good Lord Marmion,” Heron says,
« Of your fair courtesy,
* The rest of this old ballad may be found in the note.
I pray you
bide some little space, In this poor tower with me. Here may you keep your arms from rust,
May breathe your war-horse well; Seldom hath pass'd a week but giust
Or feat of arms befel :
The Scots can rein a mettled steed,
And love to couch a spear;-
Our northern wars to learn;
Lord Marmion's brow grew stern.
The Captain marked his altered look,
And gave a squire the sign; A mighty wassell bowl he took,
And crown'd it high with wine.