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32 THE SANG OP |
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"And, gif he refuses to do that,
"We'll conquess baith his landis and lie ; There sail nevir a Murray, after him,
Hald land in Ettricke Foreste free."
Then spak the kene Laird of Buckscleuth, A stalworthe man, and sterne was he—
" For a King to gang an Outlaw till, Is beneath his state and his dignitie.
" The man that wons yon foreste intill,
He lives by.reif and felonie ! Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege,
Wi' fire and sword we'll follow thee ; Or, gif your countrie lords fa' back,
Our Borderers sail the onset gie."
Then out and spak the nobil King, And round him cast a wilie ee—
" Now, had thy tongue, Sir Walter Scott, Nor speak of reif nor felonie :
For had every honest man his awin kye, A right puir clan thy name wad be! "
The King then call'd a gentleman, Royal banner-bearer there was he,
James Hoppringle of Torsonse, by name; He cam and knelit upon his kne.
" Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse 1 A message ye maun gang for me : |
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