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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=346089" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Battle Of Otterburn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It feel about the Lammas tide,<br>When the muir-men win their hay,<br>The doughty Douglas bound him to ride<br>Into England, to drive a prey. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He chose the Gordons and the Graemes,<br>With them the Lindesays, light and gay;<br>But the Jardines wald not with him ride,<br>And they rue it to this day. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he has burned the dales of Tyne,<br>And part of Bambrough shire,<br>And three good towers on Reidswire fells,<br>He left them all on fire. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he marched up to Newcastle,<br>And rode it round about:<br>'O wha's the lord of this castle?<br>Or wha's the lady o't?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But up spake proud Lord Percy then,<br>And O but he spake hie!<br>I am the lord of this castle,<br>My wife's the lady gay. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If thou'rt the lord of this castle,<br>Sae weel it pleases me,<br>For, ere I cross the Border fells,<br>The tane of us shall die.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took a lang spear in his hand,<br>Shod with the metal free,<br>And for to meet the Douglas there<br>He rode right furiouslie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But O how pale his lady looked,<br>Frae aff the castle-wa,<br>When down before the Scottish spear<br>She saw proud Percy fa. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Had we twa been upon the green,<br>And never an eye to see,<br>I wad hae had you, flesh and fell;<br>But your sword sall gae wi me.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Otterbourne's a bonnie burn;<br>'Tis pleasant there to be;<br>But there is nought at Otterbourne<br>To feed my men and me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The deer rins wild on hill and dale,<br>The birds fly wild frae tree to tree;<br>But there is neither bread nor kale<br>To fend my men and me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Yet I will stay at Otterbourne,<br>Where you shall welcome be;<br>And, if ye come not at three dayis end,<br>A fause lord I'll ca thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thither will I come,' proud Percy said,<br>'By the might of Our Ladye';<br>'There will I bide thee' said the Douglas,<br>'My troth I plight to thee.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They lighted high on Otterbourne,<br>Upon the bent sae brown;<br>They lighted high on Otterbourne,<br>And threw their pallions down. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he that had a bonnie boy<br>Sent out his horse to grass;<br>And he that had not a bonnie boy<br>His ain servant he was. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But up then spake a little page,<br>Before the peep of dawn:<br>'O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,<br>For Percy's hard at hand.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud!<br>Sae loud I hear ye lie:<br>For Percy had not men yestreen<br>To dight my men and me. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But I have dreamed a dreary dream,<br>Beyond the Isle of Skye;<br>I saw a dead man win a fight,<br>And I think that man was I.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He belted on his guid braid sword,<br>And to the field he ran,<br>But he forgot the helmet good,<br>That should have kept his brain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Percy with the Douglas met,<br>I wat he was fu fain;<br>They swakked their swords, till sair they swat,<br>And the blood ran down like rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Percy with his good broad sword,<br>That could so sharply wound,<br>has wounded Douglas on the brow,<br>Till he fel to the ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he call'd on his little foot-page,<br>And said, Run speedilie,<br>And fetch my ain dear sister's son,<br>Sir Hugh Montgomery. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My nephew's good,' the Douglas said,<br>'What recks the death of ane!<br>Last night I dreamed a dreary dream,<br>And I ken the day's thy ain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;<br>Take thou the vanguard of the three,<br>And hide me by the braken-bush,<br>That grows on yonder lilye lee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O bury me by the braken-bush,<br>Beneath the blooming brier,<br>Let never a living mortal ken<br>That ere a kindly Scot lies here.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lifted up that noble lord,<br>Wi the saut tear in his ee;<br>He hid him in the braken-bush,<br>That his merrie men might not see. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The moon was clear, the day drew near,<br>The spears in flinders flew,<br>But mony a gallant Englishman<br>Ere day the Scotsmen slew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Gordons good, in English blood<br>They steepd their hose and shoon;<br>The Lindsays flew like fire about,<br>Till all the fray was done. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Percy and Montgomery met,<br>That either of other were fain;<br>They swapped swords, and they twa swat,<br>And aye the blood ran down between. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,' he said,<br>'Or else I vow I'll lay thee low!'<br>'To whom must I yield,' quoth Earl Percy,<br>'Now that I see it must be so?' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,<br>Nor shalt thou yield to me;<br>But yeild to the braken-bush,<br>That grows upon yon lilye lee.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I will not yield to a braken-bush,<br>Nor yet will I yield to a brier;<br>But I would yield to Earl Douglas,<br>Or Sir Hugh Montgomery, if he were here.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,<br>He struck his sword's point in the gronde;<br>The Montgomery was a courteous knight,<br>And quickly took him by the honde. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This deed was done at the Otterbourne,<br>About the breaking of the day;<br>Earl Douglas was buried at the braken-bush,<br>And the Percy led captive away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q>
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When the muir-men win their hay,
The doughty Douglas bound him to ride
Into England, to drive a prey. 

He chose the Gordons and the Graemes,
With them the Lindesays, light and gay;
But the Jardines wald not with him..."></div>
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