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authenticity. But the materials whence Torfaus collected his information, were not then known. Our own more early accounts state nothing that would lead us to suppose, that a battle of such decisive importance had taken place. These are the Chronicles of Melrose and of Man. They merely mention the failure of Haco's expedition.

St. XVII. and XVIII. were not in the first edition.

St. XVII. Full towns the shynand day.
Var. Bricht lows the schynand day.


St. XVIII. To me nae after day nor nicht
Can eir be sweit or fair.
To me nae after days nor nichts
Will eir be saft or kind.

Gil Morrice.

With him nae pleiding micht prevail,

Braif Hardyknute to gain,
With fairest words and reason Strang, Straif courteously in vain.
With argument but vainly strave,
Lang courtiously in vain.

Dr Clerk's MS.
Still him to win strave Hardyknute,

Nor strave he lang in vain;
Short pleading eithly micht prevail
Him to his lure to gain.


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After which, he adds the following stanza:
I will return wi' speid to bide Your plaint, and mend your wae;
But private grudge maun neir be quelled,

Before our country's fae.
Mordac thy eild may best be spaird,

The fields of stryfe frae mang,
Convey Sir Knicht to my abode, And meise his egre pang.

St. XX. XXI. and XXII. These were not in the first edition.

St. XXI. Thenfurth he drew his trusty glaive,
Quhyle thousands all arround,
Drawn frae their sheaths glanst in the sun.
He spake; and to confirm his words, outflew
Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs
Of mighty cherubim; the sudden blaze
Far round illumin'd hell—

Milton, Paradise Lost. St. XXII. To join his king, adoun the hill
In hast his merch he made,
Quhyle playand pibrochs minstralls meit,
Afore him stately strode.
Var. To join his king adoun the hill,
In haste his strides he bent,
While minstralls play, and pibrochs fine,
Afore him stately went.

Dr Clerk's MS.

St. XXIII. The arrows dart the trie.
Var. Eir faes their dint mote drie.


St. XXXI. Norse ene lyke gray gosehauk's, staird wyld. The boy stared wild, like a gray goss-hawk. Fause Foodrage.—See Scott's Minstrelsy, Vol. II. p. 80, with the note on the line.

St. XXXVI. After this, the following lines were inserted in Dr Clerk's MS.: Now darts flew wavering throw slaw speed,

Scarce could they reach their aim,
Or reached, scarce blood the round point drew,

Twas all but shot in vain.
Right strengthy arms for-feebled grew,

Sair wrecked wi' that day's toils;
E'en fierce-born minds now langed for peace,

And cursed war's cruel broils.

Yet still war's horn sounded to charge,

Swords clashed, and harness rang;
But safter sae ilk blaster blew,

The hills and dales frae mang.
Nae echo heard in double dints,

Nor the lang-winding horn;
Nae mair she blew out braid as she

Did e'er that summer's morn.


These stanzas, and other variations already quoted, were left in the hand-writing of Dr John Clerk of Edinburgh, the intimate friend of Lord President Forbes, and were communicated by his son to Dr Percy. See Reliques, Vol. II. p. 94,

%* The three last stanzas were added in the second edition, in the " Evergreen."


Haco, king of Norway, after the battle of Largs, retreated with the remains of his fleet to Orkney, where he died. In consequence of the unfortunate issue of his expedition, his son Magnus agreed to a peace, by which the island of Man, and the Hebrides, were ceded to Scotland; and soon after he gave his son Eric in marriage to Margaret, daughter of Alexander III. On the death of the Scottish monarch, in 1286, the crown descended to his grand-daughter Margaret, called the

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