ENGLISH FORAY. 205 



Gay was the chase all hearts were light, 

 Save Willie's, who dreaded the coining of night ; 

 Gay was the feast, and gay each guest, 

 Save Willie, whose soul sad thoughts oppress'd. 



When he heard his master laugh with glee, 

 Ah ! little his danger he knows, thought he, 

 When he saw him wine in his goblet pour, 

 He wept lest his lord should never drink more. 



But hark ! what horn so loud doth blow, 



That it shakes the green palace of Ben-y-gloe ; 



At the gate now stops a herald his steed, 



And towards the King's table he passes with speed. 



" To horse, King Jamie ! to horse and away ! 

 " For the English are coming in martial array ; 

 " Your lands they waste, your people they slay, 

 " Then to horse, King Jamie, to horse and away ! " 



Upstarted King Jamie, and summon'd his Court 

 " Thou hast shown me, Earl, right princely sport ; 

 "But what thou hast heard the herald tell, 

 " Commands me this moment to bid thee farewell. 



" But thou, Lord Atholl, till morn must wait, 



" Then marshal your vassals, and follow me straight. 



" Mount ! mount ! my nobles, for I '11 away, 



" Though dark be the night, nor wait for day." 



