Leave the deer, leave the steer,
Leave nets and barges.
Come with your fighting gear,
Broadswords and targes.

Come as the winds come, when

Forests are rended;

Come as the waves come, when
Navies are stranded :
Faster come, faster come,
Faster and faster,

Chief, vassal, page and groom,

Tenant and master.

Fast they come, fast they come;
See how they gather!
Wide waves the eagle plume,

Blended with heather.

Cast your plaids, draw your blades,

Forward each man set!

Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,

Knell for the onset!

LOCHINVAR

From MARMION

SIR WALTER SCOTT

H, young Lochinvar is come out of the west;

Through all the wide border his steed was the best; And save his good broadsword, he weapons had none; He rode all unarm'd, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war,

There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.

He stay'd not for brake, and he stopp'd not for stone,
He swam the Eske river where ford there was none;
But ere he alighted at Netherby gate,

The bride had consented, the gallant came late;
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war,
Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.

So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers and all; Then spoke the bride's father, his hand on his sword, (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word,) "Oh come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar ?”

"I long woo'd your daughter, my suit you denied ; —
Love swells like the Solway, but ebbs like its tide-
And now am I come, with this lost love of mine,
To lead but one measure, drink one cup of wine.
There are maidens in Scotland more lovely by far,
That would gladly be bride to the young Lochinvar."

The bride kiss'd the goblet: the knight took it up,
He quaff'd off the wine, and he threw down the cup.
She look'd down to blush, and she look'd up to sigh,
With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye.
He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,
"Now tread we a measure!" said young Lochinvar.

So stately his form, and so lovely her face,
That never a hall such a galliard did grace;

While her mother did fret and her father did fume,
And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and

plume;

And the bride-maidens whispered, ""Twere better by

far,

To have match'd our fair cousin with young Lochinvar."

One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear,

When they reach'd the hall-door, and the charger stood

near;

So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung,

So light to the saddle before her he sprung!

"She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar.

There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan;

Fosters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they

ran :

There was racing, and chasing, on Cannobie Lee,
But the lost bride of Netherby ne'er did they see.
So daring in love, and so dauntless in war,

Have ye e'er heard of gallant like young Lochinvar ?

BORDER BALLAD

From THE MONASTERY

SIR WALTER SCOTT

ARCH, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale,

M

Why the deil dinna ye march forward in order?

March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale,

All the Blue Bonnets are bound for the Border.
Many a banner spread,

Flutters above your head,

Many a crest that is famous in story.
Mount and make ready then,

Sons of the mountain glen,

Fight for the Queen and our old Scottish glory.

Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, Come with the buckler, the lance and the bow. Trumpets are sounding,

War-steeds are bounding;

Stand to your arms, and march in good order,
England shall many a day.

Tell of the bloody fray,

When the Blue Bonnets came over the Border.