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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344293" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Douglas Tragedy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rise up, rise up now, Lord Douglas,' she says,<br>'And put on your armour so bright;<br>Let it never be said that a daughter of thine<br>Was married to a lord under night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons,<br>And put on your armour so bright,<br>And take better care of your youngest sister,<br>For your eldest's awa the last night.'--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's mounted her on a milk-white steed,<br>And himself on a dapple grey,<br>With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,<br>And lightly they rode away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord William lookit o'er his left shoulder,<br>To see what he could see,<br>And there be spy'd her seven brethren bold,<br>Come riding o'er the lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Light down, light down, Lady Marg'ret,' he said,<br>'And hold my steed in your hand,<br>Until that against your seven brothers bold,<br>And your father I make a stand.'--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She held his steed in her milk white hand,<br>And never shed one tear,<br>Until that she saw her seven brethren fa',<br>And her father hard fighting, who loved her so dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O hold your hand, Lord William!' she said,<br>'For your strokes they are wondrous sair;<br>True lovers I can get many a ane,<br>But a father I can never get mair.'--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O she's ta'en out her handkerchief,<br>It was o' the holland sae fine,<br>And aye she dighted her father's bloody wounds,<br>That were redder than the wine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O chuse, O chuse, Lady Marg'ret,' he said,<br>'O whether will ye gang or bide?'<br>'I'll gang, I'll gang, Lord William,' she said,<br>'For ye have left me no other guide.'--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's lifted her on a milk-white steed,<br>And himself on a dapple grey.<br>With a bugelet horn hung down by his side,<br>And slowly they baith rade away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O they rade on, and on they rade,<br>And a' by the light of the moon,<br>Until they came to yon wan water,<br>And there they lighted down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lighted down to tak a drink<br>Of the spring that ran sae clear:<br>And down the stream ran his gude heart's blood,<br>And sair she 'gan to fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hold up, hold up, Lord William,' she says,<br>'For I fear that you are slain!'<br>''Tis naething but the shadow of my scarlet cloak<br>That shines in the water sae plain.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O they rade on, and on they rade,<br>And a' by the light of the moon,<br>Until they cam to his mother's ha' door,<br>And there they lighted down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says,<br>'Get up, and let me in!--<br>Get up, get up, lady mother,' he says,<br>'For this night my fair ladye I've win.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O mak my bed, lady mother,' he says,<br>'O mak it braid and deep!<br>And lay Lady Marg'ret close at my back,<br>And the sounder I will sleep.'--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord William was dead lang ere midnight,<br>Lady Marg'ret lang ere day--<br>And all true lovers that go thegither,<br>May they have mair luck than they!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord William was buried in St. Marie's kirk,<br>Lady Margaret in Marie's quire;<br>Out o' the lady's grave grew a bonny red rose,<br>And out o' the knight's a brier.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And they twa met, and they twa plat,<br>And fain they wad be near;<br>And a' the warld might ken right weel,<br>They were twa lovers dear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But by and rade the Black Douglas,<br>And wow but he was rough!<br>For he pull'd up the bonny brier,<br>An flang't in St. Marie's Loch.</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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