THE LAIDLEY WORM OF SPINDLESTON HEUGH. (BAMBURGH.) BY DUNCAN FRASIER, THE OLD MOUNTAIN BARD, LIVING ON CHEVIOT, A. D. 1270. "Virgo jam serpens sinuosa volumina versat, Arrectisque horret squamis, et sibilat ore, Arduaque insurgens navem de littore pulsat." THE LAIDLEY WORM. THE king is gone from Bamburgh Castle, She has knotted the keys upon a string, She tripped out, she tripped in, But it was more for the king's sake, It fell out on a day, the king Brought the queen with him home; And all the lords in our country, Oh! welcome father, the lady cries, A lord said, wondering while she spake, Surpasses all of female kind, The envious queen replied, at least, I will her liken to a laidley worm, And not, till Childe Wynd * comes back, The princess stood at the bower door, For seven miles east, and seven miles west, So venomous was her mouth. The milk of seven stately cows, Was brought her daily, which she drank At this day may be seen the cave, Which held her folded up; And the stone trough, the very same, Out of which she did sup. *There is now a street called Wynd, at Bamburgh. Word went east, and word went west, That a laidley worm in Spindleston Heugh Word went east, and word went west, And over the sea did go; The Childe of Wynd got wit of it, He called straight his merry men all, I wish I was at Spindleston, This desperate worm to see. We have no time now here to waste, They built a ship without delay, With masts of rown-tree; And set her on the sea. They went on board, the wind with speed Blew them along the deep; At length they spied a huge square tower On a rock high and steep. The sea was smooth, the weather clear, King Ida's castle they well knew, And the banks of Bamburghshire. |