There are brave Duniewassals, three thousand times three, Will cry 'Hey for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee.' "There's brass on the target of barkened bull-hide, "Then awa' to the hills, to the caves, to the rocks, He waved his proud hand, and the trumpets were blown, Chorus. Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, Он, LOCHINVAR. WALTER SCOTT. OH, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide border his steed was the best, And save his good broad-sword he weapon had none, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, He staid not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, The bride had consented, the gallant come late; So boldly he entered the Netherby hall, 'Mong bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) "Oh, come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?" "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied, The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar: -"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar. So stately his form, and so lovely her face, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, ""Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croup the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur: They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan : Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran; There was racing and chasing on Cannobie lea, Have ye e'er heard of gallant like Lord Lochinvar? PARTING OF DOUGLAS AND MARMION. WALTER SCOTT. THE train from out the castle drew, While in Tantallon's towers I staid, Burned Marmion's swarthy cheek like fire, "An 'twere not for thy hoary beard And, first, I tell thee, haughty Peer, He, who does England's message here, Here in thy hold, thy vassals near, And if thou saidst, I am not a peer On the earl's cheek the flush of rage O'ercame the ashen hue of age; Fierce he broke forth-"And darest thou then To beard the lion in his den, The Douglas in his hall? And hopest thou hence unscathed to go? - Lord Marmion turned, well was his need, - |