. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. car! Our vicar thus preaches, — and why should he not ?For the dues of his cure are the placket and pot: And t is right of his office poor laymen to lurchWho infringe the domains of our good Mother whoop, bully-boys ! off with your liquor,Sweet iMarjorie s the word, and a fig for the vicar ! The warders challenge, heard without,Stayed in mid-roar the merry soldier to the portal went, — Here is old Bertram, sirs, of Ghent;And — beat for jubilee the drum ! —A maid and minstrel with him
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. car! Our vicar thus preaches, — and why should he not ?For the dues of his cure are the placket and pot: And t is right of his office poor laymen to lurchWho infringe the domains of our good Mother whoop, bully-boys ! off with your liquor,Sweet iMarjorie s the word, and a fig for the vicar ! The warders challenge, heard without,Stayed in mid-roar the merry soldier to the portal went, — Here is old Bertram, sirs, of Ghent;And — beat for jubilee the drum ! —A maid and minstrel with him , a Fleming, gray and scarred,Was entering now the Court of Guard,A harper with him, and, in plaidAll mufiled close, a mountain maid,Who backward shrunk to scape the viewOf the loose scene and boisterous crew. What news ? they roared : — I only know,From noon till eve we fought with wild and as untamableAs the rude mountains where they dwell;On both sides store of blood is lost,Nor much success can either boast. —But whence thy captives, suchspoil. 236 SCOTTS POETICAL WORKS. As theirs must needs reward thy dost thou wax, and wars grow sharp;Thou now hast glee-maiden and harp !Get thee an ape, and trudge the land,The leader of a juggler band. No, comrade ; — no such fortune mine. After the fight these sought our line, That aged harper and the girl. And, having audience of the Earl, Mar bade I should purvey them steed. And bring them hitherward with speed. Forbear your mirth and rude alarm. For none shall do them shame or harm. — Hear ye his boast} cried John of Brent, Ever to strife and jangling bent; Shall he strike doe beside our lodge, And 5et the jealous niggard grudge To pay the forester his fee ? I 11 have my share howeer it hje. Despite of Moray, Mar, or thee. Bertram his forward step withstood ; And, burning in his vengeful mood. Old Allan, though unfit for strife. Laid hand upon his dagger-knife; But Ellen boldly step
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