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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519719" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Reiver's Wedding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O will ye hear a mirthful bourd?<br>Or will ye hear of courtesie?<br>Or will ye hear how a gallant lord<br>Was wedded to a gay ladye?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ca' out the kye,' quo' the village herd,<br>As he stood on the knowe,<br>'Ca' this ane's nine and that ane's ten,<br>And bauld Lord William's cow.'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I swear by the light of the Michaelmas moon,<br>And the might of Mary high,<br>And by the edge of my braidsword brown.<br>They shall soon say Harden's kye.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He took a bugle frae his side,<br>With names carved o'er and o'er -<br>Full many a chief of meikle pride<br>That Border bugle bore-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He blew a note baith sharp and hie,<br>Till rock and water rang around-<br>Three score of moss-troopers and three<br>Have mounted at that bugle sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Michaelmas moon had enter'd then,<br>And ere she wan the full,<br>Ye might see by her light in Harden glen<br>A bow o' kye and a bassen'd bull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And loud and loud in Harden tower<br>The quaigh gaed round wi' meikle glee;<br>For the English beef was brought in bower<br>And the English ale flow'd merrilie. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And mony a guest from Teviotside<br>And Yarrow's Braes was there;<br>Was never a lord in Scotland wide<br>That made more dainty fare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They ate, they laugh'd, they sang and quaff'd,<br>Till nought on board was seen,<br>When knight and squire were boune to dine,<br>But a spur of silver sheen.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord William has ta'en his berry brown steed-<br>A sore shent man was he; <br>'Wait he, my guests, a little speed-<br>Weel feasted ye shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He rode him down by Falsehope burn,<br>His cousin dear to see,<br>With him to take a riding turn-<br>Wat-draw-the-sword was he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he came to Falsehope glen,<br>Beneath the trysting-tree,<br>On the smooth green was carved plain,<br>'To Lochwood bound are we.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O if they be gane to dark Lochwood<br>To drive the Warden's gear,<br>Betwixt our names, I ween, there's feud;<br>I'll go and have my share:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'For little reck I for Johnstone's feud,<br>The Warden though he be.'<br>So Lord William is away to dark Lochwood,<br>With riders barely three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Warden's daughters in Lochwood sate,<br>Were all both fair and gay,<br>All save the Lady Margaret,<br>And she was wan and wae.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sister, Jean, had a full fair skin,<br>And Grace was bauld and braw;<br>But the leal-fast heart her breast within<br>It weel was worth them a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her father's pranked her sisters twa<br>With meikle joy and pride;<br>But Margaret maun seek Dundrennan's wa'-<br>She ne'er can be a bride.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On spear and casque by gallants gent<br>Her sisters' scarfs were borne,<br>But never at tilt or tournament<br>Were Margaret's colours worn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her sisters rode to Thirlstane bower,<br>But she was left at hame<br>To wander round the gloomy tower,<br>And sigh young Harden's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of all the knights, the knight most fair,<br>From Yarrow to the Tyne,'<br>Soft sigh'd the maid, 'is Harden's heir,<br>But ne'er can he be mine;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Of all the maids, the foulest maid<br>From Teviot to the Dee,<br>Ah!' sighing sad, that lady said,<br>'Can ne'er young Harden's be.'-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She looked up the briery glen,<br>And up the mossy brae,<br>And she saw a score of her father's men<br>Yclad in the Johnstone grey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O fast and fast they downwards sped<br>The moss and briers among,<br>And in the midst the troopers led<br>A shackled knight along.</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>
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Or will ye hear of courtesie?
Or will ye hear how a gallant lord
Was wedded to a gay ladye?

'Ca' out the kye,' quo' the village herd,
As he stood on the knowe,
'Ca' this ane's nine and that ane's ten,
And bauld Lo..."></div>
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