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GB-JEME AND BEWICK. |
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Till Greeme gae Bewick an ackward stroke, Ane ackward stroke strucken sickerlie ;
He has hit him under the left breast, 123
And dead-wounded to the ground fell he.
" Rise up, rise up, now, billie dear, Arise and speak three words to me !
Whether thou's gotten thy deadly wound,
Or if God and good leeching may succour thee ? "
" 0 horse, 0 horse, now, billie Graeme, ia
And get thee far from hence with speed;
And get thee out of this country,
That none may know who has done the deed."—
"01 have slain thee, billie Bewick, 135
If this be true thou tellest to me ; But I made a vow, ere I came frae hame,
That aye the next man I wad be."
He has pitch'd his sword in a moodie-hill, And he has leap'd twenty lang feet and three,
And on his ain sword's point he lap, 141
And dead upon the ground fell he.
'Twas then came up Sir Eobert Bewick,
And his brave son alive saw he ; " Rise up, rise up, my son," he said, i«
" For I think ye hae gotten the victorie." |
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