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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
Battle of Harlaw
By Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
NOW haud your tongue, baith wife and carle,
  And listen great and sma’,
And I will sing of Glenallan’s Earl
  That fought on the red Harlaw.
The cronach’s cried on Bennachie,        5
  And down the Don and a’,
And hieland and lawland may mournfu’ be
  For the sair field of Harlaw.
They saddled a hundred milk-white steeds,
  They hae bridled a hundred black,        10
With a chafron of steel on each horse’s head,
  And a good knight upon his back.
They hadna ridden a mile, a mile,
  A mile but barely ten,
When Donald came branking down the brae        15
  Wi’ twenty thousand men.
Their tartans they were waving wide,
  Their glaives were glancing clear,
The pibrochs rung frae side to side,
  Would deafen ye to hear.        20
The great Earl in his stirrups stood,
  That Highland host to see:
“Now here a knight that’s stout and good
  May prove a jeopardie:
“What wouldst thou do, my squire so gay,        25
  That rides beside my reyne,—
Were ye Glenallan’s Earl the day,
  And I were Roland Cheyne?
“To turn the rein were sin and shame,
  To fight were wondrous peril,—        30
What would ye do now, Roland Cheyne,
  Were ye Glenallan’s Earl?”
“Were I Glenallan’s Earl this tide,
  And ye were Roland Cheyne,
The spur should be in my horse’s side,        35
  And the bridle upon his mane.
“If they hae twenty thousand blades,
  And we twice ten times ten,
Yet they hae but their tartan plaids,
  And we are mail-clad men.        40
“My horse shall ride through ranks sae rude,
  As through the moorland fern,—
Then ne’er let the gentle Norman blude
  Grow cauld for Highland kerne.”

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