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"So dark, so parrow, and so drear,
The windings all about,
Can find their way throughout.'
Prince Edward drew his dark brown sword,
And shook his shining lance:
Prince Edward grasp'd his buckler strong,
And proudly marched forth : * And rather I'd conquer this bold outlaw,
Than all the knights of the North.'
And then bespake a valiant knight:
• Now, prince, thy words make good ; For yonder I see that proud outlaw,
A coming forth the wood;'
Then quick the prince lit off his steed,
And onward wound his way: "Now stand ye by, my merry men all,
And ye shall see brave play.'
Brave Adam o'Gordon saw the prince,
As he came forth the wold:
And his banners all of gold.
• Arouse,' he cried, 'my merry men all,
And stand ye well your ground;
For valour so renown'd."
Now, welcome, welcome, Adam Gordon,
I'm glad I have thee found;
Through all the country round.'
• Now here I swear,' brave Adam cried,
* Had I but so been told, I would have met thee long ere now,
Io city or in wold.'
O then began as fierce a fight
As e'er was fought in field;
Their hearts with courage steel'd.
Full many an hour in valiant fight
These chieftains bold did close; Full many an hour the hills and woods
Re-echoed with their blows;
Full many a warrior stood around
That marvellous fight to see,
Ran like the fountain free.
Thrice they agreed, o'erspent with toil,
To cease their sturdy blows; And thrice they stopp'd to quench their thirst,
And wipe their bloody brows.
Edward aye lov'd that bravery
Which Adam prov'd in fight, And, with congenial virtue fir'd,
Resolv'd to do him right.
* Adam, thy valour charms my soul,
I ever love the brave;
Thy honour I would save.
• Here, Gordon, do I plight my hand,
My honour and renown,
And my allegiance own—
But more,—if thou wilt be my friend,
And faithful share my heart, I'll ever prove gentle unto thee
We never more will part.
“Thon in the raging battle's hour,
Shall aye fight by my side, And at my table and my court,
In time of peace preside.
• When prosperous fate shall gild my throne,
Thou shalt partake my joy;
Shall be thy sole employ.
And I to thee the same will prove,
A gentle bosom friend;
In woe thy care to end.
“Now, Adam, take thy lasting choice,
Thy prince awaits thy word :
My friendship or my sword.'
Brave Adam, struck with wonder, gaz'd—
He sigh'd at every word :
He gave the prince his sword.
Upon the warrior's dark brown cheek
A tear was seen to shine
• Brave Edward, I am thine.'
The pitying prince the warrior rais'd,
And press'd him to his heart;
A shouting from their followers by
Proclaim'd the joyful sound;
Dispers’d the tidings round.
The prince then made that brave outlaw
On his own steed to ride,
And he rode by his side.
And when with shouts to Guildford town
This noble train came on,
To meet hier warlike son.
fair son, more dear to me, Than all that life can give, Full many a day the loss of thee
Hath caus'd my heart to grieve. VOL. V.
« And whence that stain upon tby shield?
That blood upon thy brow?
And didst not let me know.
"Was it among the rebel host
Thy sword hath got this stain? And are their banners overthrown,
And proud earl Derby slain?
Or is't where Kenilworth’s proud tow'rs
O’erlook the neighbour plain, That thou hast rear'd thy conquering arms,
And fix'd thy father's reign?
Oh! I've not been where Derby's earl
The rebel cause upholds ;
'Mong forests, boys, and wolds.
Nor have I seen proud Kenilworth,
With towers all a-row;
Than Kenilworth e'er did know.
* Adam o'Gordon is that man,
A braver pe'er was seen '-
And led him to the queen.
And there the Gordon was caress'd,
With tilts and revelry;
Was found with him to vie,