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

CANTO IV.] THE LAST MINSTREL. 147
He brook'd not, he, that scoffing tongue
Should tax his minstrelsy with wrong,
Or call his song untrue:
For this, when they the goblet plied,
And such rude taunt had chafed his pride,
The Bard of Reull he slew
On Teviot's side, in fight they stood,
And tuneful hands were stain'd with blood;
Where still the thorn's white branches wave,
Memorial o'er his rival's grave.
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Why should I tell the rigid doom,
That dragg'd my master to his tomb;
How Ousenam's maidens tore their hair,
Wept till their eyes were dead and dim,
And wrung their hands for love of him,
Who died at Jedwood Air?
He died!-his scholars, one by one,
again tohim advisedly with these statutes and ordinances,
which were in time of warfare before. The said Earl William, seeing the statutes in writing decreed and delivered by
the said lords and Borderers, thought them right, speedful, and
profitable to the Borders; the which statutes, ordinances,
and points of warfare, he took, and the whole lords and Borderers he caused bodily to be sworn, that they should maintain and supply him at their goodly power, to do the law
upon those that should break the statutes underwritten. Also,
the said Earl William, and lords, and eldest Borderers, made
certain points to be treason in time of warfare to be used,
which were no treason before his time, but to be treason in
his time, and in all time coming."