. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. word Before ye blew the horn ? The morning on the mountain shone And on the bloody from the cave with shivered bone. The mangled wretch was found. And still beneath the cavern dread Among the glidders gray,A shapeless stone with lichens spread Marks where the wanderer lav. [?799-] Go sit old Cheviots crest pensive mark the lingering snow In all his scaurs slow dissolving from the hill And westward hills on hills you see,Even as old Oceans mightiest sea Heaves high her w
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. word Before ye blew the horn ? The morning on the mountain shone And on the bloody from the cave with shivered bone. The mangled wretch was found. And still beneath the cavern dread Among the glidders gray,A shapeless stone with lichens spread Marks where the wanderer lav. [?799-] Go sit old Cheviots crest pensive mark the lingering snow In all his scaurs slow dissolving from the hill And westward hills on hills you see,Even as old Oceans mightiest sea Heaves high her waves of and snow-ridged from Cutsfelds woldTo the proud foot of Cheviot rolled, Earths mountain billows come. %\\i Inciters SHcBtiing.[1802.] O, WILL ye hear a mirthful bourd ? Or will ye hear of courtesie .Or will ye hear how a gallant lord Was wedded to a gay ladye ? Ca out the kye, quo the village herd. As he stood on the knowe, Ca this anes nine and that anes ten, And bauld Lord Williams cow. Ah ! by my sooth, quoth William then, And stands it that way now. 544 When knave and churl have nine and ten,That the lord has but his cow ? I swear by the light of the Michaelmas moon, And the might of Mary high,And by the edge of my braidsword brown, They shall soon say Hardens kye. He took a bugle frae his side. With names carved oer and oer — Full many a chief of meikle prideThat Border bugle bore — He blew a note baith sharp and hieTill rock and water rang around — Threescore of moss-troopers and threeHave mounted at that bugle sound. The Michaelmas moon had entered then, And ere she wan the fullYe might see by her light in Harden glen A bow o kye and a bassened bull. And loud and loud in Harden towerThe quaigh gaed round wi meikle glee; For the English beef was brought in bowerAnd the English ale flowed rnerrilie. And mony a guest from TeviotsideAnd Yarrows Braes was there ; Was never a lord in Scotland wideThat made more dainty fare. They ate, they lau
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