POEMS OF Sir Patrick Spens. THE king sits in Dunfermline town, Oh up and spake an eldern knight, Our king has written a braid letter, "To Noroway, to Noroway, To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame!" The first word that Sir Patrick read, "Oh wha is this has done this deed, To send us out at this time of the year, "Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet, They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn Wi' a' the speed they may; They hae landed in Norway Upon a Wodensday. They hadna been a week, a week When that the lords o' Noroway "Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's gowd Fu' loud I hear ye lie! "For I hae brought as much white monie As gane my men and me, And I hae brought a half-fou o' gude red gowd Out owre the sea wi' me. "Make ready, make ready, my merry men a'! Our gude ship sails the morn." "Now, ever alake! my master dear, I fear a deadly storm! "I saw the new moon, late yestreen, And if we gang to sea, master, They hadna sailed a league, a league, When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud, And gurly grew the sea. THE DOUGLAS TRAGEDY. 491 He promised me a wedding-ring— The wedding-day was fixed to-morrow; Now he is wedded to his grave, Alas, his watery grave, in Yarrow! Sweet were his words when last we met: That I should never more behold him! And gave a doleful groan thro' Yarrow. The green-wood path to meet her brother. They sought him east, they sought him west, They sought him all the forest thorough; They only saw the cloud of night, They only heard the roar of Yarrow ! No longer from thy window look, Thou hast no son, thou tender mother! No longer walk, thou lovely maid; Alas, thou hast no more a brother! No longer seek him east or west, And search no more the forest thorough, For, wandering in the night so dark, He fell a lifeless corse in Yarrow. The tear shall never leave my cheek, JOHN LOGAN. The Douglas Tragedy. "RISE up, rise up now, Lord Douglas," she says, "And put on your armor so bright; Let it never be said that a daughter of thine "Rise up, rise up, my seven bold sons, |