"Thou deservest to be stabb'd, 25 And the dogs have thine ears, For insulting our king In this parliament of peers." Up sprang a Welsh lord, The brave Duke of Devonshire, 30 "In young Delaware's defence, I'll fight This Dutch lord, my Sire.
"For he is in the right, And I'll make it so appear: Him I dare to single combat, 35 For insulting Delaware." A stage was soon erected, And to combat they went, For to kill, or to be kill'd, It was either's full intent. 40
But the very first flourish, When the heralds gave command, The sword of brave Devonshire Bent backward on his hand; In suspense he paused awhile, 45 Scann'd his foe before he strake, Then against the king's armour, His bent sword he brake.
Then he sprang from the stage, To a soldier in the ring, 50 Saying, "Lend your sword, that to an end This tragedy we bring: Though he's fighting me in armour, While I am fighting bare, Even more than this I'd venture 55 For young Lord Delaware."
Leaping back on the stage, Sword to buckler now resounds, Till he left the Dutch lord A bleeding in his wounds: 60 This seeing, cries the King To his guards without delay, "Call Devonshire down,-- Take the dead man away!"
"No," says brave Devonshire, 65 "I've fought him as a man; Since he's dead, I will keep The trophies I have won. For he fought me in your armour, While I fought him bare, 70 And the same you must win back, my Liege, If ever you them wear."
God bless the Church of England, May it prosper on each hand, And also every poor man 75 Now starving in this land; And while I pray success may crown Our king upon his throne, I'll wish that every poor man May long enjoy his own. 80
Traditionary Version, from Aytoun's _Scottish Ballads_, i. 75.
"I am indebted to the kindness of Lady John Scott for the following extremely spirited ballad, which was taken down some years ago in Aberdeenshire, where it is still very popular. It is sung to a beautiful air, with the following refrain to each stanza:--
"_Wi' a drie, drie, dredidronilie drie._"
As I cam in by Garioch land, And doun by Netherha', There was fifty thousand Hielandmen, A' marching to Harlaw.
As I cam on, and further on, 5 And doun and by Balquhaim, O there I met Sir James the Ross, Wi' him Sir John the Græme.