The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . dAnd born in could he hit a fallow-deerFive hundred feet himfro;With hand more true andeye more clearNo archer l)ended coal-black hair, shornround and close,Set off his sun-burnedface; Old Englands sign, Saint Cieorges cross,His barret-cap did grace ;His bugle-horn hung by his in a wolf-skin baldric tied ;And his short falchion, sharp and clear,Had i)ierced the throat of many a deer. X\II. His kirtle, made of scantly to hisknee;And, at liis belt, of arr
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . dAnd born in could he hit a fallow-deerFive hundred feet himfro;With hand more true andeye more clearNo archer l)ended coal-black hair, shornround and close,Set off his sun-burnedface; Old Englands sign, Saint Cieorges cross,His barret-cap did grace ;His bugle-horn hung by his in a wolf-skin baldric tied ;And his short falchion, sharp and clear,Had i)ierced the throat of many a deer. X\II. His kirtle, made of scantly to hisknee;And, at liis belt, of arrowskeenA furbished sheaf borehe;His buckler scarce inbreadth a longer fence had he;He never counted him a man, Would strike below the knee :His slackened bow was in his the leash that was his bloodhoundsband. XVIII. He would not do the fair child harm, But held him with his powerful arm, . That he might neither fight nor flee; For when the red cross spied he, The boy strove long and violently. Now, by Saint George, the archer cries, Edward, raethinks we have a prize !. THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. 25 This boys fair face and courage freeShow he is come of high degree. Yes ! I am come of high degree, For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch;And, if thou dost not set me free, False Southron, thou shalt dearly rue !For Walter of Harden shall come with William of Deloraine, good at need,And every Scott from Esk to Tweed;And, if thou dost not let me go. XXI. Although the child was led away,In Branksome still he seemed to stay,For so the Dwarf his part did play;And, in the shape of that young wrought the castle much comrades of the young BuccleuchHe pinched and beat and overthrew ;Nay, some of them he well-nigh tore Dame Maudlins silken tire,And, as Sym Hall stood by the lighted the match of his bandelier,And wofully scorched the hackbuteer.
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