The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, with memoir of the author.

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And Pater Dale would never blinn,1
But as fast as he could ryn,2
Till he came to his wife."
The warden said, "I am full of woe,
That ever ye should be torment so,
But wee with you had beene!
Had wee been there your brethren all,
Wee should have garred the warle 3 fall,
That wrought you all this teyne." 4
Fryar Middleton said soon, "Nay,
In faith you would have fled away,
When most mister 5 had been;
You will all speake words at hame,
A man would ding 6 you every ilk ane,
And if it be as I weine."
He look't so griesly all that night,
The warden said, " Yon man will fight
If you say ought but good;
Yon guest 7 hath grieved him so sare,
Hold your tongues and speake noe mare,
He looks as he were woode."
The warden waged 8 on the morne,
Two boldest men that ever were borne,
I weine, or ever shall be;
1 Cease, stop. —2 Run.-3 Warlock, or wizard.-4 Harm.6Need.-6 Beat. The copy in Mr. Whitaker's History of
Craven reads, perhaps better,"The fiend would ding you down ilk one."
7 " Yon guest," may be yon gest, i. e. that adventure; or it
may mean yon ghaist, or apparition, which in old poems is
applied sometimes to what is supernaturally hideous. The
printed copy reads,-" The beast hath," &c.-8 Hired, a
Yorkshire phrase.