"O who is the lord of this castel,
Or who is the lady o't?"

But up and spake Lord Percy then,
And O but he spake hie:

"It's I am the lord of this castel,
My wife is the lady gay."

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'If thou'rt the lord of this castel,
Sae weel it pleases me!

For ere I cross the Border fell,1
The tane 2 of us shall dee."

He took a lang spear in his hand,
Shod with the metal free;
And forth to meet the Douglas then,
He rade richt furiouslie.

But O how pale his lady looked
Frae aff the castle wa',

As doun before the Scottish spear
She saw proud Percy fa'!

"Had we twa been upon the green,
And never an eye to see,

I wad hae had you, flesh and fell,3
But your sword shall gae wi' me."

"Now gae up to the Otterburne,
And bide there dayis three,
And gin I come not ere they end,
A fause knight ca' ye me!"

1 highland.

2 the one.

3 skin.

4 if.

"The Otterburne is a bonnie burn,1
'Tis pleasant there to be;

But there is nought at Otterburne
To fend my men and me.

"The deer rins wild on hill and dale,
The birds fly wild frae tree to tree;
But there is neither bread nor kale,2
To fend my men and me.

"Yet I will stay at Otterburne,
Where you shall welcome be;
And, if ye come not at three dayis end,
A fause lord I'll ca' thee."

"Thither will I come," Earl Percy said,
"By the might of our Ladye!"
"There will I bide thee," said the Douglas,
My troth I plight to thee!"

They lichted high on Otterburne,
Upon the bent 5 sae broun;
They lichted high on Otterburne,
And pitched their pallions 6 doun.

And he that had a bonnie boy,
He sent his horse to grass;
And he that had not a bonnie boy,
His ain servant he was.

Then up and spake a little boy,

"Methinks I see an English host
Come branking1 us upon!

"Nine wargangs 2 beiring braid and wide,
Seven banners beiring high;

It wad do any living gude,

To see their colours fly!"

"If this be true, my little boy,
That thou tells unto me,

The brawest bower 3 o' the Otterburne
Sall be thy morning fee.+

"But I hae dreamed a dreary dream,
Ayont the Isle o' Skye, —

I saw a deid man win a fight,
And I think that man was I."

He belted on his gude braid-sword,
And to the field he ran;

But he forgot the hewmont 5 strong,
That should have kept his brain.

When Percy wi' the Douglas met,
I wot he was fu' fain: 6

They swakkit swords, and they twa swat,
Till the blude ran down like rain.

But Percy wi' his gude braid-sword,
That could sae sharply wound,
Has wounded Douglas on the brow,
That he fell to the ground.

And then he called his little foot-page,

And said "Run speedilie,

And fetch my ae1 dear sister's son,
Sir Hugh Montgomerie.

"My nephew gude!" the Douglas said,
"What recks the death of ane?
Last night I dreamed a dreary dream,
And ken the day's thy ain!1

"My wound is deep; I fain wad sleep! Tak' thou the vanguard o' the three, And bury me by the bracken bush, That grows on yonder lily lea.

"O bury me by the bracken bush,
Beneath the blumin' brier;

Let never living mortal ken 2
That a kindly Scot lies here!"

He lifted up that noble lord,

Wi' the saut 3 tear in his e'e;
And he hid him by the bracken bush,
That his merry men might not see.

The moon was clear, the day drew near
The spears in flinders flew;
And many a gallant Englishman

Ere day the Scotsmen slew.

The Gordons gay, in English blude
They wat their hose and shoon;

1 own.

2 know.

8 salt.

The Lindsays flew like fire about,
Till a' the fray was dune.

The Percy and Montgomery met,
That either of other was fain;

They swakkit1 swords, and sair they swat,
And the blude ran down between.

"Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy!" he said,
"Or else I will lay thee low!"

“To whom maun I yield," Earl Percy said,
"Since I see that it maun be so?"

"Thou shalt not yield to lord or loun,2
Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;
But yield thee to the bracken bush
That grows on yonder lily lea!"

This deed was done at the Otterburne
About the breaking o' the day;

Earl Douglas was buried at the bracken bush,
And the Percy led captive away.

KING HENRY THE FOURTH

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

ALL the thirteen years of his reign, Henry IV. was occupied with the struggle to maintain himself on the throne. Richard's friends refused to believe that their king was dead, and gave ready credence to an impostor who was harboured at the court of Scotland. The great barons who had taken Henry's part against Richard, the Percys of Northumberland and the Mortimers of the Marches, were dissatisfied a person of low rank.

1 smote.

2