The book of British ballads . Hftt <Bbe of Sbt 3jo? Cl J. N. Paton del. F. Braustou sc. His arms shone bright, in the beacons red light! His plume it was scarlet and blue;On his shield was a hound,In a silver leash bound, And his crest was a branch of the yew. — Thou liest, thou liest, thou little foot-page, Loud dost thou lie to me!For that knight is cold,And low laid in the mould, All under the Eildon-tree. — Yet hear but my word, my noble lord! For I heard her name his name;And that lady bright she called the knight Sir Richard of Coldinghame. — The bold Barons brow then changed, I tr
The book of British ballads . Hftt <Bbe of Sbt 3jo? Cl J. N. Paton del. F. Braustou sc. His arms shone bright, in the beacons red light! His plume it was scarlet and blue;On his shield was a hound,In a silver leash bound, And his crest was a branch of the yew. — Thou liest, thou liest, thou little foot-page, Loud dost thou lie to me!For that knight is cold,And low laid in the mould, All under the Eildon-tree. — Yet hear but my word, my noble lord! For I heard her name his name;And that lady bright she called the knight Sir Richard of Coldinghame. — The bold Barons brow then changed, I trow, From high blood-red to pale — The grave is deep and dark —And the corpse is stiff and stark — So I may not trust thy tale. Where fair Tweed flows round holy Melrose, And Eildon slopes to the plain,Full three nights ago, by some secret foe, That gay gallant was slain. The varying light deceived thy sight,And the wild winds drownd the name; For the Dryburgh bells ring, And the white monks do sing, For Sir Richard of Coldinghame! He passd t
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