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Minstrelsy of the Scottish border - National Library of Scotland

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THE SCOTTISH BORDER. 197<br />

<strong>the</strong> Earl <strong>of</strong> Boulogne, his fa<strong>the</strong>r banished from his country—<br />

" fleemit <strong>of</strong> fair <strong>Scotland</strong>." His arrival must neces-<br />

sarily be by sea, and his landing was expected at Aber-<br />

lady, in <strong>the</strong> Frith <strong>of</strong> Forth. He was a duke's son, dub-<br />

bed knight; and nine years, from 1513, are allowed<br />

him, by <strong>the</strong> pretended prophet, for <strong>the</strong> accomplishment<br />

<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> salvation <strong>of</strong> his country, and <strong>the</strong> exaltation <strong>of</strong><br />

<strong>Scotland</strong> over her sister and rival. All this was a pious<br />

fraud, to excite <strong>the</strong> confidence and spirit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> country.<br />

The prophecy, put in <strong>the</strong> name <strong>of</strong> our Thomas <strong>the</strong><br />

Rhymer, as it stands in Hart's book, refers to a later<br />

period. The narrator meets <strong>the</strong> Rhymer upon a land<br />

beside a lee, who shews him many emblematical visions^<br />

described in no mean strain <strong>of</strong> poetry. They chiefly<br />

relate to <strong>the</strong> fields <strong>of</strong> Flodden and Pinkie, to <strong>the</strong> nation-<br />

al distress which followed <strong>the</strong>se defeats, and to future<br />

halcyon days, which ai*e promised to <strong>Scotland</strong>. One<br />

quotation or two will be sufficient to establish this fully:<br />

Our <strong>Scottish</strong> King sal come ful keene,<br />

The red lyon beareth he ;<br />

A feddered arrow sharp, I weene.<br />

Shall make him winke and warre to see.<br />

Out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> field he shall be led,<br />

When he is bludie and woe for blood ;<br />

Yet to his men shall he say,<br />

'• For God's luve, tiun you againe,<br />

" And give yon su<strong>the</strong>rne folk a frey<br />

" Why should I lose <strong>the</strong> right is mine ?<br />

" My date is not to die this day."--<br />

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