Then rushing in, with ftretch'd out shield
He o'er the warrior hung;

As fome fierce eagle fpreads her wing
To guard her callow young.

Three times they frove to feize their

Three times they quick retire:

prey,

What force could ftand his furious Arokes,

Or meet his martial fire?

Now gathering round on every part

The battle rag'd amain;

And many a lady wept her lord
That hour untimely flain.

PERCY and DOUGLAS, great in arms,

There all their courage show'd;
And all the field was ftrew'd with dead,
And all with crimson flow'd.

At length the glory of the day
The Scots reluctant yield,
And, after wonderous valour shown,
They flowly quit the field.

All pale extended on their fhields
And weltering in his gore

Lord PERCY's knights their bleeding friend
To WARK's fair caftle bore.

Well haft thou earn'd my daughter's love;

Her father kindly fed;

And the herself fhall drefs thy wounds,

And tend thee in thy bed.

A meffage went, no daughter came;
Fair ISABEL ne'er appears:
Befhrew me, faid the aged chief,
Young maidens have their fears.

Cheer up, my fon, thou fhalt her fee
So foon as thou canst ride;

And the fhall nurfe thee in her bower,
And she shall be thy bride.

Sir Bertram, at her name reviv'd,
He blefs'd the foothing found;
Fond hope fupplied the Nurse's care,
And heal'd his ghaftly wound.

WARK caftle, a fortrefs belonging to the English, and of great note in antient times, ftood on the fouthern bank of the river Tweed, a little to the east of Tiviotdale, and not far from Kelfo. It is now entirely deftroyed.

THE END OF THE SECOND PART.

THE

HERMIT of WARK WORTH.

A

Northumberland BALLA D.

ONE

FIT THE THIRD.·

NE early morn while dewy drops
Hung trembling on the tree,
Sir Bertram from his fick bed rofe,
His bride he would go fee.

A brother he had in prime of youth,
Of courage firm and keen,

way

And he would tend him on the
Because his wounds were green.

All day o'er mofs and moor they rode,
By many a lonely tower;

And 'twas the dew-fall of the night
Ere they drew near her bower.

Moft drear and dark the castle feem'd,
That wont to shine so bright;
And long and loud Sir Bertram call'd
Ere he beheld a light.

At length her aged Nurse arose
With voice fo fhrill and clear:
What wight is this, that calls fo loud,
And knocks fo boldly here?

'Tis Bertram calls, thy Lady's love,
Come from his bed of care:

All day I've ridden o'er moor and mofs
To fee thy lady fair.

Now out alas (fhe loudly fhriek'd)
Alas! how may this be?

For fix long days are gone and past
Since the fet out to thee.

Sad terror feiz'd Sir Bertram's heart,
And ready was he to fall;

When now the draw-bridge was let down,
And gates were open'd all.

Six days, young knight, are paft and gone,
Since fhe fet out to thee;

And fure if no fad harm had hap'd
Long fince thou would'ft her fee.

For when he heard thy grievous chance
She tore her hair, and cried,
Alas! I've flain the comelieft knight,
All thro' my folly and pride!

And now to atone for my fad fault,
And his dear health regain,
I'll go myself, and nurfe my love,
And footh his bed of pain.

Then mounted fhe her milk-white steed

One morn at break of day;

And two tall yeomen went with her

To guard her on the way.

Sad terror fmote Sir Bertram's heart,
And grief o'erwhelm'd his mind :
Truft me, faid he, I ne'er will reft
'Till I thy lady find.

That night he spent in forrow and care;
And with fad boding heart
Or ever the dawning of the day
His brother and he depart.

Now, brother, we'll our ways divide,
O'er Scottish hills to range:

west;

Do thou go north, and I'll go
And all our dress we'll change.

Some Scottish carle hath feiz'd my love, And borne her to his den ;

And ne'er will I tread English ground

Till fhe is restored agen.

The brothers ftrait their paths divide,
O'er Scottish hills to range;
And hide themselves in quaint difguife,
And oft their drefs they change.

Sir Bertram clad in gown of gray,
Moft like a palmer poor,
To halls and caftles wanders round,
And begs from door to door.

Sometimes a Minstrel's garb he wears,
With pipes fo fweet and fhrill;
And wends to every tower and town;
O'er every dale and hill.