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 With loud acclaim the listening crowd

Applaud the master’s song,

And deeds of war and arms became

The theme of every tongue.

Now high heroic acts they tell,

Their perils past recall;

When, lo! a damsel, young and fair,

Stepp’d forward through the hall.

She Bertram courteously address’d;

And kneeling on her knee,—

Sir knight, the lady of thy love

Hath sent this gift to thee.

Then forth she drew a glitt’ring helm,

Well plated many a fold,

The easquecasque [sic] was wrought of temper’d steel,

The crest of burnish’d gold.

Sir knight, thy lady sends thee this,

And yields to be thy bride,

When thou hast prov’d this maiden gift

Where sharpest blows are tried.

Young Bertram took the shining helme,

And thrieethrice [sic] he kiss’d the same;

Trust me, I’ll prove this precious easquecasque [sic]

With deeds of noblest fame.

Lord PereyPercy [sic] and his barons bold

Then fix upon a day,

To secourscour [sic] the marches, late oppress’d,

And Scottish wrongs repay.

The knights assembled on the hills,

A thousand horse and more:

Brave Widdrington, tho’ sunk in years.

The PereyPercy [sic] standard bore.

Tweed’s limpid eurrentcurrent [sic] soon they pass.

And range the borders round;

Down the green slopes of Tiviotdale

Their bugle-horns resound.

As when the lioulion [sic] in his den

Hath heard the hunter’s cries,

And rushes forth to meet his foes,

So did the Douglas rise.

Attendant on the ehief'schief’s [sic] eommandcommand [sic],

A thousand warriors wait;

And now the fatal hour drew on

Of eruelcruel [sic], keen debate.