Part 13 (1/2)

The smile upon her bonnie cheek Was sweeter than the bee; Her voice excelled the birdie's sang Upon the birchen tree.

Sae couthie, couthie did she look, And meikle had she fleeched; Out shot his hand--alas! alas!

Fast in the swirl he screeched.

The mermaid leuch, her brief was gane, And kelpie's blast was blawin', Fu' low she duked, ne'er raise again, For deep, deep was the fawin'.

Aboon the stream his wraith was seen, Warlochs tirled lang at gloamin'; That e'en was coa.r.s.e, the blast blew hoa.r.s.e, Ere lang the waves war foamin'.

The Battle of Otterburn

THE FIRST FYTTE

It fell about the Lammas tide, When husbands winn their hay, The doughty Douglas bound him to ride Into England to take a prey.

The Earl of Fife, withouten strife, He bound him over Solway; The great would ever together ride That race they may rue for aye.

Over Ottercap hill they came in, And so down by Rotheley crag, Upon Green Leighton they lighted down, Styrande many a stag;

And boldly brente Northumberland, And harried many a town; They did our Englishmen great wrong To battle that were not bown.

Then spake a berne upon the bent, Of comfort that was not cold, And said, ”We have brente Northumberland, We have all wealth in holde.

”Now we have harried all Bamborough s.h.i.+re All the wealth in the world have we; I rede we ride to Newcastle, So still and stalworthlye.”

Upon the morrow, when it was day, The standards shone full bright; To the Newcastle they took the way, And thither they came full right.

Sir Henry Percy lay at the Newcastle, I tell you, withouten dread; He has been a March-man all his days, And kept Berwick upon Tweed.

To the Newcastle when they came, The Scots they cried on hyght: ”Sir Harry Percy, an thou bist within, Come to the field and fight:

”For we have brente Northumberland, Thy heritage good and right; And syne my lodging I have take, With my brand dubbed many a knight.”

Sir Harry Percy came to the walls, The Scottish host for to see: ”And thou hast brente Northumberland, Full sore it rueth me.

”If thou hast harried all Bamborough s.h.i.+re, Thou hast done me great envy; For the trespa.s.s thou hast me done, The one of us shall die.”

”Where shall I bide thee?” said the Douglas; ”Or where wilt thou come to me?”

”At Otterburn in the high way, There mayst thou well lodged be.

”The roe full reckless there she runs, To make thee game and glee; The falcon and the pheasant both, Among the holtes on hee.

”There mayst thou have thy wealth at will, Well lodged there mayst thou be; It shall not be long ere I come thee till,”

Said Sir Harry Percye.

”There shall I bide thee,” said the Douglas, ”By the faith of my body.”