He has gotten a coat of the even cloth, And a pair of shoes of velvet green; And till seven years were gane and past, True Thomas on earth was never seen. PART THE SECOND. When seven years were come and gane, The sun blinked fair on pool and stream; And Thomas lay on Huntlie bank Like one awakened from a dream. He heard the trampling of a steed, He saw the flash of armour flee, And he beheld a gallant knight, Come riding doun by the Eildon-tree. He was a stalwart knight, and strong; Of giant make he ’pear’d to be: He stirr’d his horse, as he were wode, Wi’ guilded spurs, of fashion free. Says—“Well met, well met, true Thomas! Some uncouth ferlies show to me.” Says—“Christ thee save, Corspatrick brave! Thrice welcome, good Dunbar, to me!” “Light down, light down, Corspatrick brave, And I will show thee curses three, Shall gar fair Scotland greet and grane, And change the green to the black livery. “A storm shall roar this very hour, From Ross’s hills to Solway sea—” “Ye lied, ye lied, ye warlock hoar! For the sun shines sweet on fauld and lea.”— He put his hand on the Earlie’s head; He showed him a rock beside the sea, Where a king lay stiff beneath his steed, And steel-dight nobles wiped their ee. “The neist curse lights on Branxton hills: By Hodden’s high and heathery side, Shall wave a banner red as blude, And chieftains hung wi’ meikle pride. “A Scottish King shall come full keen, The ruddy lion beareth he; A feather’d arrow sharp, I ween, Shall make him wink and warre to see. “When he is bloody, and all to bledde, Thus to his men he still shall say— ‘For God’s sake, turn ye back again, And give yon southern folk a fray! Why should I lose the right is mine? My doom is not to die this day.’ “Yet turn ye to the eastern hand, And we and wonder ye shall see; How forty thousand spearman stand, Where yon rank river meets the sea. “There shall the lion lose the gylte, And the libbards bear it clean away; At Pinkyn Cleuch there shall be split Much gentil bluid that day.”— “Enough, enough, of curse and ban; Some blessings show thou now to me, Or, by the faith o’ my bodie,” Corspatrick said, “Ye shall rue the day ye e’er saw me!” “The first of blessings I shall thee show, Is by a burn that’s call’d of bread; Where Saxon men shall tyne the bow, And find their arrows lack the head. “Beside that brigg, out ower that burn, Where the water bickereth bright and sheen, Shall many a falling courser spurn, And knights shall die in battle keen. “Beside a headless cross of stone, The libbards there shall lose the gree; The raven shall come, the erne shall go, And drink the Saxon bluid sae free. The cross of stone they shall not know, So thick the corses there shall be.”