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THE BATTLE OF HAELAW. 183 |
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But Donald richt impatient
Of that answer Duke Robert gaif, He vowed to God Omnipotent, 35
All the hale lands of Boss to haif,
Or ells be graithed in his graif: He wald not quat his richt for nocht,
Nor be abusit lyk a slaif; That bargin sould be deirly bocht. *>
Then haistylie he did command,
That all his weir-men should convene,
Ilk an well harnisit frae hand,
To meit and heir quhat he did mein:
He waxit wrath, and vowit tein, «
Sweirand he wald surpryse the North, Subdew the brugh of Aberdene,
Mearns, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth.
Thus with the weir-men of the Yles,
Quha war ay at his bidding bown, »
With money maid, with forss and wyls,
Bicht far and neir, baith up and doun,
Throw mount and muir, frae town to town, Allangst the lands of Ross he roars,
And all obey'd at his bandown, 65
Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars.
■Then all the countrie men did zield;
For nae resistans durst they mak, Nor offer battill in the feild,
Be forss of arms to beir him bak. .60
Syne they resolvit all and spak, That best it was for thair behoif, |
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