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Thou first must guess what life lead we
That dwell by dale and down.
And if thou canst that riddle read,
As read full well you may,

Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed,
As blythe as Queen of May.'

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Yet sang she, Brignall banks are fair,
And Greta woods are green;
I'd rather rove with Edmund there
Than reign our English queen.

I read you, by your bugle-horn
And by your palfrey good,
I read you for a Ranger sworn
To keep the king's greenwood.'
'A Ranger, lady, winds his horn,
And 'tis at peep of light;
His blast is heard at merry morn,
And mine at dead of night.'

Yet sang she Brignall banks are fair,
And Greta woods are gay;

I would I were with Edmund there,
To reign his Queen of May !

With burnished brand and musketoon
So gallantly you come,
I read you for a bold Dragoon

That lists the tuck of drum.'
'I list no more the tuck of drum,
No more the trumpet hear;

But when the beetle sounds his hum,
My comrades take the spear.

And O! though Brignall banks be fair,
And Greta woods be gay,

Yet mickle must the maiden dare
Would reign my Queen of May !

Maiden! a nameless life I lead,
A nameless death I'll die!

The fiend, whose lantern lights the mead,
Were better mate than I!
And when I'm with my comrades met,
Beneath the greenwood bough,
What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now.

Yet Brignall banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather garlands there
Would grace a summer queen.'

LVIII

PIBROCH

PIBROCH of Donuil Dhu,
Pibroch of Donuil,
Wake thy wild voice anew,
Summon Clan-Conuil.
Come away, come away,
Hark to the summons !
Come in your war array,

Gentles and commons.

Come from deep glen and
From mountain so rocky,

The war-pipe and pennon
Are at Inverlocky.
Come every hill-plaid and

True heart that wears one,
Come every steel blade and
Strong hand that bears one.

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Leave untended the herd,
The flock without shelter ;
Leave the corpse uninterred,
The bride at the altar
Leave the deer, leave the steer,
Leave nets and barges :
Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.

Come as the winds come when
Forests are rended,

Come as the waves come when
Navies are stranded :
Faster come, faster come,

Faster and faster,

Chief, vassal, page and

Tenant and master.

groom,

Fast they come, fast they come ;
See how they gather !
Wide waves the eagle plume

Blended with heather.

Cast your plaids, draw your blades,

Forward each man set!

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,

Knell for the onset !

LIX

THE OMNIPOTENT

'WHY sitt'st thou by that ruined hall, Thou agèd carle so stern and grey ? Dost thou its former pride recall,

Or ponder how it passed away ?

'Know'st thou not me?' the Deep Voice cried; 'So long enjoyed, so often misused, Alternate, in thy fickle pride,

Desired, neglected, and accused !

Before my breath, like blazing flax,
Man and his marvels pass away!
And changing empires wane and wax,
Are founded, flourish, and decay.

Redeem mine hours-the space is brief-
While in my glass the sand-grains shiver,
And measureless thy joy or grief,

When TIME and thou shalt part for ever!'

LX

THE RED HARLAW

THE herring loves the merry moonlight,
The mackerel loves the wind,
But the oyster loves the dredging sang,
For they come of a gentle kind.

Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle,
And listen, great and sma',

And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl
That fought on the red Harlaw.

The cronach's cried on Bennachie,
And doun the Don and a',

And hieland and lawland may mournfu' be
For the sair field of Harlaw.

They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,
They hae bridled a hundred black,
With a chafron of steel on each horse's head
And a good knight upon his back.

They hadna ridden a mile, a mile,
A mile, but barely ten,

When Donald came branking down the brae
Wi' twenty thousand men.

Their tartans they were waving wide,
Their glaives were glancing clear,
The pibrochs rang frae side to side,
Would deafen ye to hear.

The great Earl in his stirrups stood,
That Highland host to see:

Now here a knight that's stout and good

May prove a jeopardie :

What wouldst thou do, my squire so gay,
That rides beside my reyne,
Were ye Glenallan's Earl the day,
And I were Roland Cheyne?

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