The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . 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 t
The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed with a careful revision of the text . 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 -^^X ^ 1 ^ ^? Despite thy arrows and thy bow, I 11 have thee hanged to feed the crow! Gramercy for thy good-will, fair boy !My mind was never set so high ;But if thou art chief of such a art the son of such a man,And ever comest to thy command, Our wardens had need to keep good order:My bow of yew to a hazel wand. ThouIt make themworkupon the Border !Meantime, be pleased to come with good Lord Dacre shalt thou see ;I think our work is well begun,When we have taken thy fathers son. It may be hardly thought or mischief that the urchin many of the castle guessedThat the young baron was possessed ! Well I ween the charm he heldThe noble Ladye had soon she was deeply busied thenTo tend the wounded she wondered to find him lie On the stone threshold stretched along:She thought some spirit of the sky Had done the bold moss-trooper wrong,Because, despite her precept dread,Perchance he in the book had read ; 26 SCOTTS POETICAL W
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