The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

CANTO T 3mARMION, 2a
XXI
Ere yet the bands met Marmion's eye,
Fitz-Eustace shouted loud and high," Hark! hark! my lord, an English drum!
And see ascending squadrons come
Between Tweed's river and the hill,
Foot, horse, and cannon: —hap what hap,
My basnettoaprentice cap,
Lord Surrey's o'er the Till! —
Yet more! yet morel —how fair arrayed
They file from out the hawthorn shad%
And sweep so gallant by!
With all their banners bravely spread,
And all their armour flashing high,
Saint George might waken from the dead,
To see fair England's standards fly.""Stint in thy prate," quoth Blount; "thou'dst besr
And listen to our lord's behest."With kindling brow Lord kMarmion said, —
"This instant be our band arrayed;
The river must be quickly crossed,
That we may join Lord Surrey's host.
If fight King James, —as well I trust,
That fight he will, and fight he must,The Lady Clare behind our lines
hall tarry, while the battle join."xx.
Ihioelf he swift on horseback throw,
Scarce to the Abbot bade adieu:
IFar less would listen to his prayer,
To leave behind the helpless Clare.
Down to the Tweed his band he drexv
And muttered, as the flood they view,
"The pheasant in the falcon's claw,
IHe scarce will yield to please a daw;
ILord Angus may the Abbot awe,
So Clare shall bide with me."
Then on that dangerous ford, acd deep
Where to the Tweed Leat's eddies crcis,
IHe ventured desperately;
And not a moment will he bide,
Till squire, or groom, before him -rides