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Original Poetry. 



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•« Red Cuming's ghaift has ta'en its flighc 



E'en frae the altar's fide : 

 Ah wae to Lindfay's impious fpite ! 



Wae to Kirkpatrick's pride ! 



" For Bruce to rue the deed begins, 



And tears are in his e'en ; 

 He vows he'll wafh away his fins 



Wi' blood in Paleftine. 



♦ ' And when he dies his fquire fall lock* 

 His harCe in gouden cafe, 

 Apd fall inter it in the rock 

 At Jofeph's burying-place. 



f Yf t ftill I hcrde Kirkpatrick fwear, 



In fpite o' ftate and kirk, 

 7'hat he above his helme would bear 



As creil the b'oody dirk. 



" And that, in fpite o'- hell, he'd write 



As his devife belae, 

 The words he fpake, ' I ficker make :'•{■ 



Wae to Kirkpatritk ! wae '" 

 The monk had fpoke, and ta'n his place ; 



«♦ Ah wae I (the abbot critd) 

 Wae to Kirkpatrick's haughty race ! 



And wae to Lindfay's pride 1" 

 The monks prepar'd the funeral rite, 



The corpfe in Ihroud was dreis'd, 

 The monks were watching at midnight, 



When deep tTieir e'en opprefs'd. 

 But tir'd with vyacching wljile they fleptj 



The abbot wak'd alane, 

 And o'er the corpfe his vigils kept, 



Wlien ftrait he herde a mane. 

 Him thought it was an infant's cry. 



The wailing voice he herde ; 

 «< How lang, O Lord ! (it feem'd to Cgh) 



Shall vengeance be deferr'd ?" 



To this from high a loud reply 

 Was thunder'd thro' the air ; 



<' Whan yeres are gane fifty and ane. 

 The loUovvin^ yere beware." 



THE MURDER OF CAERLAVEROC 



BYC. K. SHARP E, ES<i,. 

 " MhiJIrelJ'y of the Scoltp Bonder." 



" 'M'OW come to me, my little page, 



Of wit fae wond'rous lly ! 

 Ne'er unjcr fii^v/er o' youthful jge 



Did niair dcPiru£lion lie. 

 »« I'll dance and revel wi' the reft. 



Within the caftle rare ; 

 Yet iie fall rue the drearie feaft, 



But and his lady fair. 



• The Lockharts derived their name 

 fr'im their anceftors being charged totranfport 

 to Jerufale.^l the heart of King Robert Bruce, 

 lucked in a golden cafe. 



-f- Hence the creft of Kirkpatrick is a 

 hand grafping a dagger dilUlling gouts wf 

 bluod. Motto, " I iiifk/hUr.'" 



«' For ye maun drug Kirkpatrick's wine 



Wi' juice o' poppy flowers ; 

 Nae maer he'll fee the morning fliine 



Frae proud Caerlaveroc's towers. 

 *• For he has twain'd my love and me, 



The maid o' mickle fcorn ; 

 She'll welcome wi' a tearfu' e'e 



Her widowhood the morn. 



" And faddle weel my milk-white fteed } 



Prepare my harnefs bright ! 

 Gifl-'l can make my rival bleed, 



I'll ride awa' this night." 



*' Now hafte ye, mafler, to the ha'! 



The guefts are drinking there j 

 Kirkpatrick's pride fliall be but fma* 



For a' his lady fair 



In came the merry minftrelfy j 

 Shrill pipes wi' tinkling firing. 



And bagpipes, lifting o.elody, 

 Made proud Caerlaveroc ring. 



The gallant knights and ladies bright 



Did move to meafures fine. 

 Like frolic fairies jimp and light, 



Wha dance in pale moonlhinc. 

 The ladies glided thro' the ha', 



Wi' footing fwift and fure ; 

 Kirkpatrick's dame outdid them a'. 



Whan (he ftood on the floor. 



And fome had tyres of gold fa rare. 



And pendants* eight or nine j 

 But (he, wi' but her gowden hair. 



Did a' the relt outfiiine, 

 And fome, wi' coftly diamonds fiseen. 



Did warriors heat:s afl'ail ; 

 Eutfhe, wi" her twafparkiing e'en, 



Pierc'd thro' the thickeft mail. 

 Kirkpatrick led her by the hand, 



Wi' gay and courteous air j 

 Noftately caftle in the land 



Could fhew fae bright a pair. 

 For he was young, at>d clear the day 



Of life to youth appears. 

 Alas ! how foon his fetting ray 



Was dimm'd with fliow'ring tears ! 

 Fell Lindfay ficken'd at the fight, 



.^.na fallow grew Iiis check ; 

 He tried wi' fmiles to hide hisfpitc, 



But word lie cou'<) na fpeak. 

 The gorgeous banquet was brought up 



On lilverand on gold ; 

 The pagt: chofe out a cryftal cup 



The lleepy juice to hold. 

 And wlien Kirkpatrick call'd for wine, 



This page the drink would bear j 

 Nor did the knight or dame divine 



Sic black deceit was near. 

 Then every lady fung a fang. 



Some gay, fome fad and fwcet. 

 Like tunefu' birds the woods amang, 

 Til'; a' began to greet. 



fcndents, — jewels on the forehead. 



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