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They burned the gilded spurs to claim ;
VIII. Four men-at-arms came at their backs, With halbard, bill, and battle-axe : They bore Lord Marmion's lance so strong, And led his sumpter mules along, And ambling palfrey, when at need Him listed ease his battle-steed. The last, and trustiest of the four, On high his forky pennon bore ; Like swallow's tail, in shape and hue, Flutter'd the streamer glossy blue,
Where, blazoned sable, as before,
'Tis meet that I should tell you now, How fairly armed, and ordered how, - The soldiers of the guard,
With musquet, pike, and morion,
Stood in the Castle-yard ;
For welcome-shot prepared
Old Norham never heard.
The guards their morrice pikes advanced,
The trumpets flourished brave, The cannon from the ramparts glanced,
And thundering welcome gave ; A blythe salute, in martial sort,
The minstrels well might sound, For, as Lord Marmion crossed the court,
He scattered angels round.
“ Welcome to Norham, Marmion,
Stout heart, and open hand !
Thou flower of English land.”_
Two pursuivants, whom tabards deck,
Stood on the steps of stone,
They hailed Lord Marmion :
Of Tamworth tower and town;
All as he lighted down.
“ Now largesse, largesse, · Lord Marmion,
Knight of the crest of gold !
Ne'er guarded heart so bold.”—
Where the guests stood all aside,
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.