. Children's ballads from history and folklore . He fell : and from the broken helmet strayed a lock of hair,Twas English hair — she knew twas English — long and very fair;Quickly she ran and seized the lock, held so he could not stir,And claimed he yield himself at once conquered and prisoner. With faint voice then the standing knight, as if in Then Lisbeth knew this was her king, and cried half excuse, as she arose ; Spake: Not so long had he withstood the arm of He hails you king, else I throw on him boiling Robert Bruce, butter-brose. Had I not been for two whole days without a taste Nay,
. Children's ballads from history and folklore . He fell : and from the broken helmet strayed a lock of hair,Twas English hair — she knew twas English — long and very fair;Quickly she ran and seized the lock, held so he could not stir,And claimed he yield himself at once conquered and prisoner. With faint voice then the standing knight, as if in Then Lisbeth knew this was her king, and cried half excuse, as she arose ; Spake: Not so long had he withstood the arm of He hails you king, else I throw on him boiling Robert Bruce, butter-brose. Had I not been for two whole days without a taste Nay, quoth the king, )-our victory, gude-wife, of food. is so complete At this his royal limbs half bent beneath him as Far better give two starving men your butter-brose he stood. to The\- entered the low cottage door — the prisoner and the king —And Lisbeth made all haste a huge great bowl to fill and bring;But first she locked up all her spoons, within an oaken chest,Except one only ; that she placed before her royal guest. No Southron shall taste bit or drop beneath my roof, she fierj zeal amused the king, who generously replied, Brave dame, 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 th
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