"If thou 'rt the lord of this castle, Sae weel it pleases me! For, ere I cross the Border fells, The tane of us shall die." He took a lang spear in his hand, Shod with the metal free, And for to meet the Douglas there, He rode right furiouslie. 25 Frae aff the castle wa', But O how pale his lady looked, 30 When down before the Scottish spear She saw proud Percy fa'. "Had we twa been upon the green, And never an eye to see, I wad hae had you, flesh and fell; 35 “But gae ye up to Otterburn, And wait there dayis three; And if I come not ere three dayis end, "The Otterburn's a bonny burn; "The deer rins wild on hill and dale, The birds fly wild from tree to tree; 40 43 But there is neither bread nor kale, To fend my men and me. "Yet I will stay at Otterburn, Where you shall welcome be; And, if ye come not at three dayis end, A fause lord I'll ca' thee." "Thither will I come," proud Percy said, "By the might of Our Ladie!" "There will I bide thee," said the Douglas, "My trowth I plight to thee." 55 They lighted high on Otterburn And he that had a bonny boy, Sent out his horse to grass; And he that had not a bonny boy, His ain servant he was. But up then spake a little page, Before the peep of dawn: “O waken ye, wåken ye, my good lord, For Percy's hard at hand.” "Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar: loud! Sae loud I hear ye lie: 60 65 70 "But I hae dreamed a dreary dream, Beyond the Isle of Sky; I saw a dead man win a fight, He belted on his guid braid sword, But he forgot the helmet good, 75 That should have kept his brain. 80 When Percy wi' the Douglas met, I wat he was fu' fain! They swakked their swords, till sair they swat, And the blood ran down like rain, But Percy with his guid braid sword, 85 Has wounded Douglas on the brow, Then he called on his little foot-page, And fetch my ain dear sister's son, "My nephew good," the Douglas said, "My wound is deep; I fain would sleep; Take thou the vanguard of the three, 90 95 And hide me by the braken bush, That grows on yonder lily lee. "O bury me by the braken bush, Beneath the blooming brier, Let never living mortal ken, That ere a kindly Scot lies here." He lifted up that noble lord, Wi' the saut tear in his e'e; He hid him in the braken bush, That his merry men might not see. The moon was clear, the day drew near, But mony a gallant Englishman The Gordons good, in English blood, The Percy and Montgomery met; "Yield thee, O yield thee, Percy," he said, "Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun, 125 Nor yet shalt thou yield to me; But yield thee to the braken bush, That grows upon yon lily lee!" “I will not yield to a braken bush, Nor yet will I yield to a brier; Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were As soon as he knew it was Montgomery, 130 He struck his sword's point in the grond; The Montgomery was a courteous knight, 135 And quickly took him by the hond. This deed was done at Otterburn About the breaking of the day; Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush, And the Percy led captive away. Scott, Minst, Scot. Bord 142 AGINCOURT To the Cambro-Britains and FAIR stood the wind for France When we our sails advance. Nor now to prove our chance Longer will tarry; |