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THE BRAVE EARL BRAND. 391
But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And dealt him a deep and deadly wound.
Though he was wounded to the deid, He set his lady on her steed.
They rode till they came to the river Doune, s And there they lighted to wash his wound.
" O Earl Brand, I see your heart's blood!"
" It's nothing but the glent and my scarlet hood."
They rode till they came to his mother's yett,
So faint and feebly he rapped thereat. eo
" 0 my son's slain, he is falling to swoon, And it's all for the sake of an English loon!"
" O say not so, my dearest mother, But marry her to my youngest brother.
" To a maiden true he'll give his hand, 05
To the king's daughter o' fair England.
" [To the king's daughter 0' fair England,]
Hey lillie, ho lillie lallie I To a prize that was won by a slain brother's brand,"
I' the brave nights so early. |
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58. Qy. V of my scarlet hood. |
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