For thou hast broken my castle-wall, And kindled in the fire." The lady gat to her close parlor, The fire fell about her head; She took up her children three, Saith, "Babes, we are all dead." Then bespake the high steward, That is of high degree; Saith, "Lady gay, you are enclosed, Whether ye fight or flee." Lord Hamilton dreamed in his dream, In Carvall where he lay, His hall was all of fire, His lady slain or day. "Busk and boun, my merry men all, Even and go ye with me, For I dreamed that my hall was on fire My lady slain or day." (_or day_, before day.) He busked him and bouned him, And like a worthy knight, And when he saw his hall burning, His heart was no deal light. He set a trumpet till his mouth, He blew as it pleased his grace; Twenty score of Hamiltons Was light about the place. "Had I known as much yesternight As I do to-day, Captain Car and all his men Should not have gone so quite [away|. "Fie upon thee, Captain Car, And all thy bloody band; Thou hast slain my lady gay, More worth then all thy land. "If thou had ought any ill will," he saith, "Thou should have taken my life, And have saved my children three, All and my lovesome wife." (_bouned_, prepared.) THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE |It fell about the Lammas tide, When the muir-men win their hay, The doughty Douglas bouned him to ride Into England, to drive a prey. He chose the Gordons and the Graemes, With them the Lindsays, light and gay; But the Jardines wad not with him ride, And they rue it to this day. And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne, And part of Bambroughshire; And three good towers on Reidswire fells, He left them all on fire. And he march'd up to Newcastle, And rode it round about; "O wha's the lord of this castle, Or wha's the lady o't?" But up spake proud Lord Percy then, And O but he spake high! "I am the lord of this castle, My wife's the lady gay." (_muir_, moor. _win_, make.) "If thou'rt the lord of this castle, Sae weel it pleases me! For, ere I cross the Border fells, The tane of us shall die." He took a lang spear in his hand, Shod with the metal free, And for to meet the Douglas there, He rode right furiously. But O how pale his lady look'd, Frae aff the castle wa, When down before the Scottish spear She saw proud Percy fa'. "Had we twa been upon the green, And never an eye to see, I wad hae had you, flesh and fell; But your sword sall gae wi' me." "But gae ye up to Otterbourne, And wait there dayés three; And if I come not ere three dayés end, A fause knight ca' ye me." "The Otterbourne's a bonnie burn; 'Tis pleasant there to be; But there is nought at Otterbourne, To feed my men and me. (_free_, precious.)