. Children's ballads from history and folklore . thou knowest this land is mine, the hill beyond is fair ;The valley in front is fertile — see, thy sheep are cropping there; Well, I will make thee lady of all that with thy nimble feetThou canst run round at thy best pace while I my breakfast bound her hair about her head, stood poised as if for flight, Now, womans speed, cried Robert Bruce, gainst a kings appetite ! Away she sped ; the track about the hill was stony and rough ;She heeded not; to her it seemed easy and smooth , on, through dew and drench, until she neared her h
. Children's ballads from history and folklore . thou knowest this land is mine, the hill beyond is fair ;The valley in front is fertile — see, thy sheep are cropping there; Well, I will make thee lady of all that with thy nimble feetThou canst run round at thy best pace while I my breakfast bound her hair about her head, stood poised as if for flight, Now, womans speed, cried Robert Bruce, gainst a kings appetite ! Away she sped ; the track about the hill was stony and rough ;She heeded not; to her it seemed easy and smooth , on, through dew and drench, until she neared her home once jjaused a moment on the step to peep within the door. And there the king and vanquished knight, helmets and swords off. ateHer porridge, sharing bowl and spoon between them alternate. Fair play, my liege, fair play ! she cried, and even while he heard.■Was off again, round farm and field, swift as a homeward bird. And to this day in Galloway they hold that royal keep as their best heritage King Robert Bruces The bowl was large, a single spoon made chival-rous eating slow; And Lisbeths feet were fleet as long as she mightchoose to go. Far, far! the circuit that she made wide acres didenclose, While Scot and Southron changed about the spoonand butter-brose. And when along the flaming east the fires of sun-rise burned, And the gude-wife with drabbled limbs and scantof breath returned. The bowl was empty tween the two : quoth RobertBruce to her. My loyal dame, when Scottish kings shall passthe river Urr Hereafter, let their sovereign pride honor a stead-fast soul Bv eating peasant butter-brose out of King Robertsbowl. Be it kept precious, passing down through chil-drens childrens hands, As, free from fee or tithe, they hold thy valorously-earned lands. Thine, rendered as thy kings own gift, thine and thy heirs, as longAs lives the name of Robert Bruce in story or in sonsf.
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