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Unconscious of the near relief,
The proffer pleased each Scottish chief,
Though much the Ladye sage gainsayed: For though their hearts were brave and true, From Jedwood's recent sack they knew,
How tardy was the regent's aid; And you may guess the noble Dame
Durst not the secret prescience own,
By which the coming help was known.
Beneath the castle, on a lawn,
At the fourth hour from peep of dawn;
Should for himself and chieftain stand,
XXXI. . I know right well that, in their lay, Full many minstrels sing and say, Such combat should be made on horse, On foaming steed, in full career, With brand to aid, when as the spear Should shiver in the course : But he, the jovial Harper, taught Me, yet a youth, how it was fought, In guise which now I say; He knew each ordinance and clause Of black Lord Archibald’s battle laws, In the old Douglas' day. He brooked not, he, that scoffing tongue Should tax his minstrelsy with wrong,
Or call his song untrue: For this, when they the goblet plied, And such rude taunt had chafed his pride,
The bard of Reull he slew. On Teviot's side, in fight, they stood, And tuneful hands were stained with blood; Where still the thorn's white branches wave,
Memorial o'er his rival's grave.
Why should I tell the rigid doom,
Who died at Jedwood Air? .
And I, alas! survive alone,
To muse o'er rivalries of yore,
He paused—the listening dames again
So long had slept, that fickle Fame
Could call them from their marble hearse.
The Harper smiled, well pleased; for ne'er Was flattery lost on poet's ear: A simple race they waste their toil For the vain tribute of a smile; E’en when in age their flame expires, Her dulcet breath can fan its fires; Their drooping fancy wakes at praise, And strives to trim the short-lived blaze.
Smiled then, well pleased, the Aged Man,
And thus his tale continued ran.