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

CANTO TIL LAST 3UhISTREL.
For so the Dwarf hs part did play;
And, in the shape of that young boy,
He wrought the castle much annoy.
The comrades of the young Buccleuch
He pinched, and beat, and overthrew;
Nay, some of them he well nigh slew.
He tore Dame Maudlin's silkentire;
And, as Sym Hall stood by:the fire,
He lighted the match of his baidelier,*
And woefully scorched the hackbutteerf.
It may hardly be thought, or said,
The mischief tliat the urchin made,
Till many of the castle guessed
That the young Baron was possessed.
XXIL
Well I ween, the charm he held
The noble Ladye had soon dispelled;
But she was deeply busied then
To tend the wounded Deloraine.
Much sbe wondered to find him lie,
On the stone threshold stretched along;
She thought some. spirit of the sky
Had done the bold moss-trooper wrong,
Because, despite her precept dread,
Perchance he in the Book had read;
But the broken lance in his bosom stood,
And it was earthly steel and wood.
XXHI.
She drew the splinter from the wound,
And with a charm she staunched the bloodr
She bade the gash be cleansed and bound:
No longer by his couch she stood;
But she has ta'en the broken lance,
And washed it from the clotted gore,
And salved the splinter o'er and o'er.
William of Deloraine in trance,
Whene'er she turned it round and round,
Twisted, as if she galled his wound.
Then to her maidens she did say,
That he should be whole man and sound,
Within the course of a night and day.
* Bandelier, belt for carrying ammunitiou.
t Hackbutteer, musketeer.