Ballads, English -- England -- Texts; Ballads, Scots -- Scotland -- Texts
"For he is in the right,
And I'll make it so appear:
Him I dare to single combat, 35
For insulting Delaware."
A stage was soon erected,
And to combat they went,
For to kill, or to be kill'd,
It was either's full intent. 40
But the very first flourish,
When the heralds gave command,
The sword of brave Devonshire
Bent backward on his hand;
In suspense he paused awhile, 45
Scann'd his foe before he strake,
Then against the king's armour,
His bent sword he brake.
Then he sprang from the stage,
To a soldier in the ring, 50
Saying, "Lend your sword, that to an end
This tragedy we bring:
Though he's fighting me in armour,
While I am fighting bare,
Even more than this I'd venture 55
For young Lord Delaware."
Leaping back on the stage,
Sword to buckler now resounds,
Till he left the Dutch lord
A bleeding in his wounds: 60
This seeing, cries the King
To his guards without delay,
"Call Devonshire down,--
Take the dead man away!"
"No," says brave Devonshire, 65
"I've fought him as a man;
Since he's dead, I will keep
The trophies I have won.
For he fought me in your armour,
While I fought him bare, 70
And the same you must win back, my Liege,
If ever you them wear."
God bless the Church of England,
May it prosper on each hand,
And also every poor man 75
Now starving in this land;
And while I pray success may crown
Our king upon his throne,
I'll wish that every poor man
May long enjoy his own. 80
THE BATTLE OF HARLAW. (See p. 180.)
Traditionary Version, from Aytoun's _Scottish Ballads_, i. 75.
"I am indebted to the kindness of Lady John Scott for the following
extremely spirited ballad, which was taken down some years ago in
Aberdeenshire, where it is still very popular. It is sung to a
beautiful air, with the following refrain to each stanza:--
"_Wi' a drie, drie, dredidronilie drie._"
As I cam in by Garioch land,
And doun by Netherha',
There was fifty thousand Hielandmen,
A' marching to Harlaw.
As I cam on, and further on, 5
And doun and by Balquhaim,
O there I met Sir James the Ross,
Wi' him Sir John the Græme.
"O cam ye frae the Highlands, man?
O cam ye a' the way? 10
Saw ye Mac Donnell and his men,
As they cam frae the Skye?"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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