O bury me by the braken-bush Beneath the bluming brier; Let never living mortal ken That a kindly Scot lies here!' He lifted up that noble lord, Wi' the saut tear in his e'e; He laid him in the braken-bush, That his merrie-men might not see. The moon was clear, the day drew near, The spears in flinders flew; And mony a gallant Englishman Ere day the Scotsmen slew. The Gordons gude in English blude They steep'd their hose and shoon; The Lindsays flew like fire about Till a' the fray was dune. The Percy and Montgomery met, That either of other were fain; They swappet swords, and they twa swat, Till the blude ran down like rain. 'Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,' he said, 'Or else I shall lay thee low.' 'To whom shall I yield?' Earl Percy said, 'Sin' I see it maun be so.' Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun, Nor yet shalt thou yield to me; But yield thee to the braken-bush That grows on yon lily-lee.' This deed was dune at the Otterbourne About the breaking o' the day. Earl Douglas was buriet at the braken-bush, And Percy led captive away." So died in his harness the doughty Earl of Douglas, and never was the fall of a warrior more greatly commemorated by minstrel, be his age, his land, his birth, or his language what they may! FOOTNOTES: [53] _The Minstrelsy of the English Border; being a collection of Ballads, ancient, remodelled, and original, founded on well-known Border Legends._ With illustrative notes by FREDERICK SHELDON. London: 1847. _A Book of Roxburghe Ballads._ Edited by JOHN PAYNE COLLIER, Esq. London: 1847. _A Lytell Geste of Robin Hood._ Edited by JOHN MATHEW GUTCH, F.S.A. 2 vols. London: 1847. _Poems and Songs of_ ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. London: 1847. _The Poetical Works of_ WILLIAM MOTHERWELL, Second Edition, Enlarged. Glasgow: 1847. [54] We are indebted for the above extract to the Homeric Ballads, published some years since in _Fraser's Magazine_. We hope that some day these admirable translations may be collected together and published in a separate form. EPITAPH OF CONSTANTINE KANARIS. FROM THE GERMAN OF WILHELM MUeLLER. I am Constantine Kanaris: I, who lie beneath this stone, Twice into the air in thunder Have the Turkish galleys blown. In my bed I died, a Christian, Hoping straight with Christ to be; Yet one earthly wish is buried Deep within the grave with me. That upon the open ocean When the third Armada came, They and I had died together. Whirled aloft on wings of flame. Yet 'tis something that they've laid me In a land without a stain: Keep it thus, my God and Saviour, Till I rise from earth again! W. E. A. SCOTTISH MELODIES. BY DELTA. THE MAID OF ULVA.