Till mony of the Englishmen Full fifteen days that braid host lay, Then fifteen barks, all gaily good, Which they did lade with as much spoil "England's our ain by heritage; Now we hae conquer'd fair Scotland, Then they are on to the land o' France, Untill he came unto that town, Which some call Billop-Grace, There were auld Maitland's sons, a' three, Learning at school, alas! The eldest to the youngest said, "O see ye what I see? Gin a' be trew yon standard says,* We're fatherlesse a' three. * Edward had quartered the arms of Scotland with his own. "For Scotland's conquer'd, up Landmen we'll never be : and down; Now will ye go, my brethren two, Then they hae saddled twa black horse, And they are on to King Edward's host, When they arriv'd before the host, They hover'd on the lay "Wilt thou lend me our king's standard, To bear a little way?" "Where was thou bred? where was thou born? Where, or in what country?" "In north of England I was born :" (It needed him to lie). "A knight me gat, a lady bore, "He ne'er came of an Englishman, Had sic an e'e or bree; But thou art the likest Auld Maitland, That ever I did see. "But sic a gloom on ae brow-head, Grant I ne'er see agane! For mony of our men he slew, And mony put to pain." When Maitland heard his father's name, An angry man was he! Then lifting up a gilt dagger, Hung low down upon his knee— He stabb'd the knight the standard bore, He stabb'd him cruellie; Then caught the standard by the neuk, And fast away rode he. "Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried, "Now, is't na time to flee ?" 66 'Ay, by my sooth!" they baith replied, "We'll bear your company." The youngest turned him in a path, He spurr'd the grey into the path, Till baith his sides they bled"Grey! thou maun carry me away, Or my life lies in wad!" The captain lookit ower the wa', About the break o' day; There he beheld the three Scots lads Pursued along the way. "Pull up portcullize! down draw-brigg! My nephews are at hand; And they sall lodge wi' me to-night, Whene'er they came within the yate, And took three lang spears in their hands, And they shot out, and they shot in, When mony of the Englishmen Then they hae yoked carts and wains, To ca' their dead away, And shot auld dykes aboon the lave, The king, at his pavilion door, "Last night three o' the lads o' France "Wi' a fause tale, disguis'd, they came, And wi' a fauser trayne; And to regain my gaye standard, These men were a' down slayne." "It ill befits," the youngest said, 66 A crowned king to lie ; But, or that I taste meat and drink, He went before king Edward strait, "I wad hae leave, my lord," he said, The king he turned him round about, Quo' he, "Man, thou's hae leave to speak, "Ye said, that three young lads o' France, Wi' a fause tale, and fauser trayne, "But we are nane the lads o' France, We are three lads o' fair Scotland, "Nor is there men, in a' your host, "Now, by my sooth," young Edward said, "Piercy sall wi' the eldest fight, "Remember, Piercy, aft the Scot* He clanked Piercy ower the head, The two first lines are modern, to supply an imperfect stanza. |