And a thousand men on horse and foot Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.
Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, Even where it flowed frae bank to brim,
And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream.
He turned him on the other side,
And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he:
'If ye like na my visit in merrie England, In fair Scotland come visit me ! '
All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,
He stood as still as rock of stane; He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
When through the water they had gane.
'He is either himsell a devil frae hell, Or else his mother a witch maun be;
I wadna have ridden that wan water For a' the gowd in Christentie.'
XXX
THE HONOUR OF BRISTOL
ATTEND you, and give ear awhile,
And you shall understand Of a battle fought upon the seas
IJy a ship of brave command. The fight it was so glorious
Men's hearts it did fill-fill, And it made them cry, 'To sea, to sea,
With the Angel Gabriel!'
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