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At length they heard the Scottish host On that high ridge had made their post,
Which frowns o'er Millfield Plain ; And that brave Surrey many a band Had gather'd in the Southern land, And march'd into Northumberland,
And camp at Wooler ta’en. Marmion, like charger in the stall, That hears, without, the trumpet-call,
Began to chafe, and swear :“ A sorry thing to hide my head In castle, like a fearful maid,
When such a field is near! Needs must I see this battle-day : Death to my fame if such a fray Were fought, and Marmion away! The Douglas, too, I wot not why, Hath 'bated of his courtesy : No longer in his halls I'll stay." Then bade his band they should array For march against the dawning day.
To RICHARD HEBER, Esq.
MERTOUN-HOUSE, Christmas. EAP on more wood !- the wind is
But let it whistle as it will,
While round, in brutal jest, were thrown
And well our Christian sires of old
The hall was dress'd with holly green ;
The fire, with well-dried logs supplied, Went roaring up the chimney wide ; The huge hall-table's oaken face, Scrubb'd till it shone, the day to grace, Bore then upon its massive board No mark to part the squire and lord. Then was brought in the lusty brawn,
By old blue-coated serving-man ; Then the grim boar's head frown'd on high, Crested with bays and rosemary. Well can the green-garb'd ranger tell, How, when, and where, the monster fell ; What dogs before his death he tore, And all the baiting of the boar. The wassel round, in good brown bowls, Garnish'd with ribbons, blithely trowls. There the huge sirloin reek’d; hard by Plum-porridge stood, and Christmas pie; Nor fail'd old Scotland to produce, At such high tide, her savoury goose. Then came the merry maskers in, And carols roar'd with blithesome din ; If unmelodious was the song, It was a hearty note, and strong. Who lists
in their mumming sce