<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519615" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Elspeth's Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The herring loves the merry moon-light,<br>The mackerel loves the wind,<br>But the oyster loves the dredging sang,<br>For they come of a gentle kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle,<br>And listen great and sma',<br>And I will sing of Glenallan's Earl<br>That fought on the red Harlaw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cronach's cried on Bennachie,<br>And doun the Don and a',<br>And hieland and lawland may mournfu' be<br>For the sair field of Harlaw.--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,<br>They hae bridled a hundred black,<br>With a chafron of steel on each horse's head,<br>And a good knight upon his back.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They hadna ridden a mile, a mile,<br>A mile, but barely ten,<br>When Donald came branking down the brae<br>Wi' twenty thousand men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their tartans they were waving wide,<br>Their glaives were glancing clear,<br>The pibrochs rung frae side to side,<br>Would deafen ye to hear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The great Earl in his stirrups stood,<br>That Highland host to see:<br>'Now here a knight that's stout and good<br>May prove a jeopardie:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What would'st thou do, my squire so gay,<br>That rides beside my reyne,-<br>Were ye Glenallan's Earl the day,<br>And I were Ronald Cheyne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To turn the rein were sin and shame,<br>To fight were wond'rous peril,-<br>What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne,<br>Were ye Glenallan's Earl?'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Were I Glenallan's Earl this tide,<br>And ye were Roland Cheyne,<br>The spear should be in my horse's side,<br>And the bridle upon his mane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If they hae twenty thousand blades,<br>And we twice ten times ten,<br>Yet they hae but their tartan plaids,<br>And we are mail-clad men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude,<br>As through the moorland fern,-<br>Then ne'er let the gentle Norman blude<br>Grow cauld for Highland kerne.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turn'd him right and round again,<br>Said, Scorn na at my mither;<br>Light loves I may get mony a ane,<br>But minni ne'er anither.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Walter+Scott">Sir Walter Scott</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519615" data-title="Elspeth's Ballad de Sir Walter Scott" data-description="The herring loves the merry moon-light, The mackerel loves the wind, But the oyster loves the dredging sang, For they come of a gentle kind. Now haud your tongue, baith wife and carle, And listen great and sma', And I will sing of Glenallan's Ear..."></div> </div> </div>

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