While shout the riders every one, Such day of mirth ne'er cheered their clan, Since old Buckleuch the name did gain, When in the cleuch the buck was ta'en. IX. The wily page, with vengeful thought, First, he the yeoman did molest, At unawares he wrought him harm; Then, to his knee sly creeping on, The venomed wound, and festering joint, Back to the hall the urchin ran ; Took, in a darkling nook, his post, And grinned and muttered, "Lost! lost! lost!" X. By this, the Dame, lest further fray Whoever lost, were sure to win; They sought the beeves that made their broth, In Scotland and in England both. In homely guise, as nature bade, His simple song the Borderer said. XI. ᎪᏞᏴᎬᎡᎢ ᏀᎡᎬᎷᎬ. It was an English ladye bright, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall, And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all! Blithely they saw the rising sun, But they were sad ere day was done, Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine, For ire that Love was lord of all! For she had lands, both meadow and lea, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall, And he swore her death ere he would see A Scottish knight the lord of all ! XII. That wine she had not tasted well, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall; When dead, in her true lover's arms, she fell, For Love was still the lord of all! He pierced her brother to the heart, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall; So perish all would true love part, That Love may still be lord of all! And then he took the cross divine, Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall, And died for her sake in Palestine, So Love was still the lord of all! Now all ye lovers that faithful prove, The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall, Pray for their souls who died for love, For Love shall still be lord of all! XIII. As ended Albert's simple lay, Arose a bard of loftier port; For sonnet, rhime, and roundelay, Renowned in haughty Henry's court: There rung thy harp, unrivalled long, Fitztraver of the silver song. The gentle Surrey loved his lyre— Who has not heard of Surrey's fame? His was the hero's soul of fire, And his the bard's immortal name, And his was love exalted high, By all the glow of chivalry. |