Curses and cries and a gnashing of teeth, A grapple and stab on the slippery heath, And Sir Richard leaped up on the fool that went down, Proud as a conqueror donning his crown. They broke them away through a flooding of fire, Walter Thornbury (1828-1876] THE EARL O' QUARTERDECK A NEW OLD BALLAD THE wind it blew, and the ship it flew; And ho for hame!" But the skipper cried, Then up and spake the king himsel': Quo the skipper, "Ye're king upo' the land- And he took the helm intil his hand, Quo the king, "There's treason in this, I vow; This is something underhand! 'Bout ship!" Quo the skipper, "Yer grace forgets Ye are king but o' the land!" And still he held to the open sea; And the east-wind sank behind; And the west had a bitter word to say, Wi' a white-sea roarin' wind. The Earl o' Quarterdeck And he turned her head into the north. Quo the fearless skipper: "It's a' ye're worth! The king crept down the cabin-stair, She turned her face to the drivin' hail, Her snood it brak, and, as lang's hersel', She turned her face frae the drivin' win'- The skipper he threw himsel' frae the win', "Put to yer hand, my lady fair! Put to yer hand," quo he; "Gin she dinna face the win' the mair, It's the waur for you and me." 2657 For the skipper kenned that strength is strength, To the tiller the lady she laid her han', For that slender body was full o' soul, As the skipper saw when they cleared the berg, Quo the skipper: "Ye are a lady fair, But ye are a woman, and a man wad sail She liftit a pale and queenly face; Her een flashed, and syne they swim. “And what for no to heaven?" she says, And she turned awa' frae him. But she took na her han' frae the good ship's helm, Until the day did daw; And the skipper he spak, but what he said It was said atween them twa. And then the good ship she lay to, The skipper he louted to the king: "Gae wa', gae wa'," said the king. Said the king, like a prince, "I was a' wrang, Put on this ruby ring." And the wind blew lowne, and the stars cam' oot, And the ship turned to the shore; And, afore the sun was up again, That day the ship hung at the pier-heid, The skipper he louted on his knee, The king his blade he drew: Said the king, "How daured ye contre me? I'm aboard my ain ship noo. "I canna mak ye a king," said he, "For the Lord alane can do that; And besides ye took it intil yer ain han' 2659 The Earl o' Quarterdeck "But wi' what ye will I redeem my ring; For ance I am at your beck. And first, as ye loutit Skipper o' Doon, The skipper he rose and looked at the king Said the skipper, "Here is yer grace's ring, The reid blude sprang into the king's face, A wrathfu' man to see: "The rascal loon abuses our grace; Gae hang him upon yon tree." But the skipper he sprang aboard his ship, And he struck the chain that held her fast, And the king he blew a whistle loud; "He saved yer life!" cried the lady fair; "His life ye daurna spill!" "Will ye come atween me and my hate?" Quo the lady, "That I will!" And on cam' the knights wi' spur and For they heard the iron ring. "Gin ye care na for yer father's grace, Mind ye that I am the king." "I kneel to my father for his grace, Right lowly on my knee; spear, But I stand and look the king i' the face, For the skipper is king o' me." She turned and she sprang upo' the deck, Now was not this a king's daughter, And a woman wi' whom a man might sail George Macdonald (1824-1905] SHAMEFUL DEATH THERE were four of us about that bed; We were quite sure that he was dead, He did not die in the night, When neither sun nor moon was bright, He was not slain with the sword, Knight's axe, or the knightly spear, Yet spoke he never a word After he came in here; I cut away the cord From the neck of my brother dear. He did not strike one blow, For the recreants came behind, In a place where the hornbeams grow, That the twilight makes it blind. |