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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365998" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Turncoat</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Set me out forewarned<br>While the heather glistened, <br>Tramped the starbright road<br>While my lady listened, <br>Soldiers at the doors, <br>Muskets at the casement, <br>All Kilmarnock groaned, <br>Milady in the basement.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the road to Ayr<br>There the road to Dumfries<br>Torn by here or there<br>Mauchline; there lay Humphries: <br>‘Where’s the Laird o’ Fife? ’<br>Pikemen swarm all over, <br>All the red stained coats<br>By Portsmouth, and by Dover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Take the road, ’ she said, <br>‘Take it, I’ll come after, <br>Find the Laird o’ Fife, <br>Lead us back to laughter, <br>Tell them Scotland’s sons<br>Have been led to slaughter, <br>Let them beat their drums<br>And save the old Laird’s daughter.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On to Auckinleck<br>While the moon shines brightly<br>Cumnock came and went, <br>The horse drops dead beside me; <br>Sleep I by the light, <br>Tramp by wood and water<br>Lonely, night by night<br>For the old Laird’s daughter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyes that gleamed like stars<br>Lips that would despair me, <br>Hands so soft and fair, <br>Heart that would not spare me<br>Sat at Marchburns stream<br>Met a man called Donald: <br>‘The army’s in some dream, <br>The Laird is at Kirconnel.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One more night on foot<br>I found the army lying – <br>‘Where’s the Laird of Fife? ’<br>‘In grief, the Laird is dying! ’<br>Then I saw his head<br>Bowed and grey and broken, <br>‘A horseman brought the news, <br>And news has brought a token.’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He showed me where the brooch<br>Was stained with bitter blood there, <br>From where Milady lay<br>He’d took it from her throat there, <br>And there the clasp was broke<br>Just where the pike had thrust it, <br>Had entered at her throat<br>And there the blood had rust it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Late, by Kirk and brae<br>These nights there, have I wandered, <br>Each eve I sit and pray<br>For love so basely squandered; <br>I have worn the red, <br>Lain long in the heather, <br>Sought Milady’s bed<br>And loved her as no other.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘Take the road, ’ she said, <br>But I had long betrayed her, <br>Left her with the dead, <br>With Humphries men, dismayed her, <br>On some night as this<br>And where my love is lying<br>Death will come as bliss, <br>And red will stain my piping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">13 August 1996</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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While the heather glistened, 
Tramped the starbright road
While my lady listened, 
Soldiers at the doors, 
Muskets at the casement, 
All Kilmarnock groaned, 
Milady in the basement.

There the road to Ayr
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