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So shall he strive, in changeful hue,
@anto Fifth .
HE train has left the hills of Braid ;
(So Lindesay bade) the palisade,
Into its ample bound. Fast ran the Scottish warriors there, Upon the Southern band to stare ; And envy with their wonder rose, To see such well-appointed foes ; Such length of shafts, such mighty bows, So huge, that many simply thought, But for a vaunt such weapons wrought ; And little deem'd their force to feel,
Through links of mail, and plates of steel,
OR less did Marmion's skilful view
Glance every line and squadron through; And much he marvell’d one small land Could marshal forth such various band ;
For men-at-arms were here,
With battle-axe and spear.
Each warlike feat to show,
On foeman's casque below.
March arm’d, on foot, with faces bare,t
For vizor they wore noné, Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight ; But burnished were their corslets bright, Their brigantines, and gorgets light, Like very
silver shone. Long pikes they had for standing fight,
Two-handed swords they wore, And many wielded mace of weight,
And bucklers bright they bore.
N foot the yeoman too, but dress'd
In his steel-jack, a swarthy vest,
As feudal statutes tell.
A dagger-knife, and brand.
And march to foreign strand ;
Or musing, who would guide his steer,
To till the fallow land.
More dreadful far his ire,
He knew the battle's din afar,
Like the loud slogan yell. On active steed, with lance and blade, The light-arm’d pricker plied his trade,
Let nobles fight for fame ; Let vassals follow where they lead, Burghers to guard their townships bleed,
But war's the Borderer's game. Their gain, their glory, their delight,