The lord of the isles . king then blew his horn on high ; And gert his men that were him by, Hold them still, and all privy j And syne again his home blew he. James of Dowglas heard him blow, And at the last alone gan know, And said, Soothly yon is the king; 1 know long while since his blowing. The third time therewithal! he blew. And then Sir Robert Hoid it knew; And said, Yon is the king, but dread, Go we forth till him, better Bpeed. Thru went they till the king in hye, And liini inclined courteously. And blithly welcomed them the king, And was joyful of their meeting, And kissed them ; and
The lord of the isles . king then blew his horn on high ; And gert his men that were him by, Hold them still, and all privy j And syne again his home blew he. James of Dowglas heard him blow, And at the last alone gan know, And said, Soothly yon is the king; 1 know long while since his blowing. The third time therewithal! he blew. And then Sir Robert Hoid it knew; And said, Yon is the king, but dread, Go we forth till him, better Bpeed. Thru went they till the king in hye, And liini inclined courteously. And blithly welcomed them the king, And was joyful of their meeting, And kissed them ; and speared syne Asked. How they had land in hunting? And they him told all, but lesing - ^Without lying Syne laud they Cud of their meeting. Syne with the king till his harbouvyc Hi hi both joyfW inn! jolly. Babboi es Bruce, Book \. p. L15, I Hi. THE LORD OF THE ISLES. XIX. Fast to their mates the tidings spread,And fast to shore the warriors from glen and greenwood tree,High waked their loyal juhilee ! MJj. Around the royal Bruce they crowd,And claspd his hands, and wept of early fields were there,Whose helmets pressd their hoary hair,Whose swords and axes bore a stainFrom life-blood of the red-haird Dane ; THE LORD OF THE ISLES Ami boys, whose hands scarce brookd to wield The heavy sword or 1 tossy too were there, that bore the scarsImpress*! in Albyns woful wars,At Falkirks fierce and fatal fight,Teyndrums dread rout and Methvens flight;The might of Douglas there was Lennox with his graceful mien ;Kirkpatrick, Closehurns dreaded Knight;The Lindsay, fiery, fierce, and light;The Heir of murderd De la Haye,And Boyd the grave, and Seton their King regaind they pressd,Wept, shouted, claspd him to their young and old, and serf and lord,And he who neer unsheathed a sword,And he in many a peril tried,Alike resolved the brunt to live or die by Bruces side ! XX. Oh, War! thou hast thy fierce delight,Thy gl
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