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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344212" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Auld Maitland</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">There lived a king in southern land,<br>King Edward hight his name;<br>Unwordily he wore the crown,<br>Till fifty years were gane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had a sister's son o's ain,<br>Was large of blood and bane;<br>And afterward, when he came up,<br>Young Edward hight his name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One day he came before the king,<br>And kneel'd low on his knee:<br>'A boon, a boon, my good uncle,<br>I crave to ask of thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'At our lang wars, in fair Scotland,<br>I fain ha'e wish'd to be,<br>If fifteen hundred waled wight men<br>You'll grant to ride with me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou shall ha'e thae, thou shall ha'e mae;<br>I say it sickerlie;<br>And I myself, an auld gray man,<br>Array'd your host shall see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Edward rade, King Edward ran--<br>I wish him dool and pyne!<br>Till he had fifteen hundred men<br>Assembled on the Tyne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thrice as many at Berwicke<br>Were all for battle bound,<br>[Who, marching forth with false Dunbar,<br>A ready welcome found.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lighted on the banks of Tweed,<br>And blew their coals sae het,<br>And fired the Merse and Teviotdale,<br>All in an evening late.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As they fared up o'er Lammermoor,<br>They burn'd baith up and down,<br>Until they came to a darksome house,<br>Some call it Leader-Town.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wha hauds this house?' young Edward cried,<br>'Or wha gi'est o'er to me?'<br>A gray-hair'd knight set up his head,<br>And crackit right crousely:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of Scotland's king I haud my house;<br>He pays me meat and fee;<br>And I will keep my gude auld house,<br>While my house will keep me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They laid their sowies to the wall,<br>With mony a heavy peal;<br>But he threw o'er to them agen<br>Baith pitch and tar barrel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With springalds, stanes, and gads of airn,<br>Amang them fast he threw;<br>Till mony of the Englishmen<br>About the wall he slew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full fifteen days that braid host lay,<br>Sieging Auld Maitland keen;<br>Syne they ha'e left him, hail and feir,<br>Within his strength of stane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,<br>Met them upon a day,<br>Which they did lade with as much spoil<br>As they you'd bear away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'England's our ain by heritage;<br>And what can us withstand,<br>Now we ha'e conquer'd fair Scotland,<br>With buckler, bow, and brand?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they are on to the land of France,<br>Where auld king Edward lay,<br>Burning baith castle, tower, and town,<br>That he met in his way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until he came unto that town,<br>Which some call Billop-Grace:<br>There were Auld Maitland's sons, all three,<br>Learning at school, alas!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eldest to the youngest said,<br>'Oh, see ye what I see?<br>If all be true yon standard says,<br>We're fatherless all three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For Scotland's conquer'd up and down;<br>Landmen we'll never be!<br>Now, will you go, my brethren two,<br>And try some jeopardy?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they ha'e saddled twa black horse,<br>Twa black horse and a gray;<br>And they are on to king Edward's host,<br>Before the dawn of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they arrived before the host,<br>They hover'd on the lay:<br>'Wilt thou lend me our king's standard,<br>To bear a little way?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where wast thou bred? where wast thou born?<br>Where, or in what countrie?'<br>'In north of England I was born;'<br>(It needed him to lee.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'A knight me gat, a ladye bore,<br>I am a squire of high renown;<br>I well may bear't to any king<br>That ever yet wore crown.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He ne'er came of an Englishman,<br>Had sic an e'e or bree;<br>But thou art the likest Auld Maitland,<br>That ever I did see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But sic a gloom on ae browhead,<br>Grant I ne'er see again!<br>For mony of our men he slew,<br>And mony put to pain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Maitland heard his father's name,<br>An angry man was he;<br>Then, lifting up a gilt dagger,<br>Hung low down by his knee,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He stabb'd the knight the standard bore,<br>He stabb'd him cruellie;<br>Then caught the standard by the neuk,<br>And fast away rode he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, is't na time, brothers,' he cried,<br>'Now, is't na time to flee?'<br>'Ay, by my sooth!' they baith replied,<br>'We'll bear you companye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The youngest turn'd him in a path,<br>And drew a burnish'd brand,<br>And fifteen of the foremost slew,<br>Till back the lave did stand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He spurr'd the gray into the path,<br>Till baith his sides they bled:<br>'Gray! thou maun carry me away,<br>Or my life lies in wad!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captain lookit o'er the wall,<br>About the break of day;<br>There he beheld the three Scots lads<br>Pursued along the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Pull up portcullize! down draw-brig!<br>My nephews are at hand;<br>And they shall lodge with me to-night,<br>In spite of all England.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whene'er they came within the yate,<br>They thrust their horse them frae,<br>And took three lang spears in their hands,<br>Saying--'Here shall come nae me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they shot out, and they shot in,<br>Till it was fairly day;<br>When mony of the Englishmen<br>About the draw-brig lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then they ha'e yoked the carts and wains,<br>To ca' their dead away,<br>And shot auld dykes abune the lave,<br>In gutters where they lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king, at his pavilion door,<br>Was heard aloud to say:<br>'Last night, three of the lads of France<br>My standard stole away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'With a fause tale, disguised they came,<br>And with a fauser trayne;<br>And to regain my gaye standard,<br>These men where all down slayne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It ill befits,' the youngest said,<br>A crowned king to lee;<br>But, or that I taste meat and drink,<br>Reproved shall he be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He went before king Edward straight,<br>And kneel'd low on his knee:<br>'I wou'd ha'e leave, my lord,' he said,<br>'To speak a word with thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king he turn'd him round about,<br>And wistna what to say:<br>Quo' he, 'Man, thou's ha'e leave to speak,<br>Though thou should speak all day.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye said that three young lads of France<br>Your standard stole away,<br>With a fause tale and fauser trayne,<br>And mony men did slay;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But we are nane the lads of France,<br>Nor e'er pretend to be:<br>We are three lads of fair Scotland,--<br>Auld Maitland's sons are we.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Nor is there men in all your host<br>Daur fight us three to three.'<br>'Now, by my sooth,' young Edward said,<br>'Weel fitted ye shall be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Piercy shall with the eldest fight,<br>And Ethert Lunn with thee;<br>William of Lancaster the third,<br>And bring your fourth to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Remember, Piercy, aft the Scot<br>Has cower'd beneath thy hand;<br>For every drap of Maitland blood,<br>I'll gi'e a rig of land.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He clanked Piercy o'er the head<br>A deep wound and a sair,<br>Till the best blood of his body<br>Came running down his hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, I've slayne ane; slay ye the twa;<br>And that's gude companye;<br>And if the twa shou'd slay ye baith,<br>Ye'se get nae help frae me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Ethert Lunn, a baited bear,<br>Had many battles seen;<br>He set the youngest wonder sair,<br>Till the eldest he grew keen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I am nae king, nor nae sic thing:<br>My word it shanna stand!<br>For Ethert shall a buffet bide,<br>Come he beneath my brand.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He clankit Ethert o'er the head<br>A deep wound and a sair,<br>Till the best blood in his body<br>Came running o'er his hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, I've slayne twa; slay ye the ane;<br>Isna that gude companye?<br>And though the ane shou'd slay ye baith.<br>Ye'se get nae help of me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The twa-some they ha'e slayne the ane,<br>They maul'd him cruellie;<br>Then hung him over the draw-brig,<br>That all the host might see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rade their horse, they ran their horse,<br>Then hover'd on the lee:<br>'We be three lads of fair Scotland,<br>That fain wou'd fighting see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This boasting when young Edward heard,<br>An angry man was he:<br>'I'll take yon lad, I'll bind yon lad,<br>And bring him bound to thee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now, God forbid,' king Edward said,<br>'That ever thou shou'd try!<br>Three worthy leaders we ha'e lost,<br>And thou the forth wou'd lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If thou shou'dst hang on yon draw-brig,<br>Blythe wou'd I never be.'<br>But, with the poll-axe in his hand,<br>Upon the brig sprang be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first stroke that young Edward ga'e,<br>He struck with might and main;<br>He clove the Maitland's helmet stout,<br>And bit right nigh the brain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Maitland saw his ain blood fall,<br>An angry man was he;<br>He let his weapon frae him fall,<br>And at his throat did flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And thrice about he did him swing,<br>Till on the ground he light,<br>Where he has halden young Edward,<br>Tho' he was great in might.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now let him up,' king Edward cried,<br>'And let him come to me;<br>And for the deed that thou hast done,<br>Thou shalt ha'e earldomes three!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's ne'er be said in France, nor e'er<br>In Scotland, when I'm hame,<br>That Edward once lay under me,<br>And e'er gat up again!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He pierced him through and through the heart,<br>He maul'd him cruellie;<br>Then hung him o'er the draw-brig,<br>Beside the other three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now take frae me that feather-bed,<br>Make me a bed of strae!<br>I wish I hadna lived this day,<br>To make my heart sae wae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If I were ance at London Tow'r,<br>Where I was wont to be,<br>I never mair shou'd gang frae hame,<br>Till borne on a bier-tree.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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King Edward hight his name;
Unwordily he wore the crown,
Till fifty years were gane.

He had a sister's son o's ain,
Was large of blood and bane;
And afterward, when he came up,
Young Edward hight his name.

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