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The train has left the hills of Braid;
That closed the tented ground,
Into its ample bound. Fast ran the Scottish warriors there, Upon the Southern band to stare; And envy with their wonder rose, To see such well-appointed foes; Such length of shafts, such mighty bows, So huge, that many simply thought, But for a vaunt such weapons wrought; And little deemed their force to feel Through links of mail, and plates of steel, When rattling upon Flodden vale, The cloth-yard arrows flew like hail.
II. Norless did Marmion's skilful view Glance every line and squadron through; And much he marvelled one small land Could marshal forth such various band: For men-at-arms were here, Heavily sheathed in mail and plate, Like iron towers for strength and weight, On Flemish steeds of bone and height, With battle-ax and spear. Young knights and squires, a lighter train, Practised their chargers on the plain, By aid of leg, of hand, and rein, Each warlike feat to show; To pass, to wheel, the croupe to gain, And high curvet, that not in vain The sword-sway might descendamain On foeman's casque below. He saw the hardy burghers there March armed, on foot, with faces bare, For visor they wore none; Nor waving plume, nor crest of knight, But burnished were their corslets bright; Their brigantines, and gorgets light, Like very silver shone. Long pikes they had for standing fight, Two-handed swords they wore, And many wielded mace of weight, And bucklers bright they bore.
III. On foot the yeoman too, but dressed In his steel jack, a swarthy vest, With iron quilted well; Each at his back, a slender store, His forty days’ provision bore, As feudal statutes tell. His arms were halbard, ax, or spear, A cross-bow there, a hagbut here, A dagger-knife, and brand— Sober he seemed, and sad of cheer, As loth to leave his cottage dear, And march to foreign strand; Or musing, who would guide his steer, To till the fallow land. Yet deem not in his thoughtful eye Didaught of dastard terror lie, More dreadful far his ire Than theirs, who, scorning danger's name, In eager mood to battle came, Their valour like light straw on flame, A fierce but fading fire.
On active steed, with lance and blade,
V. Next Marmion marked the Celtic race, Of different language, form, and face, A various race of man; Just then the chiefs their tribes arrayed, And wild and garish semblance made, The chequered trews, and belted plaid, And varying notes the war-pipes brayed To every varying clan; Wild through their red or sable hair Looked out their eyes, with savage stare; On Marmion as he past; Their legs, above the knee, were bare; Their frame was sinewy, short, and spare, And hardened to the blast; Of taller race the chiefs they own Where by the eagle's plumage known. The hunted red-deer's undressed hide Their hairy buskins well supplied; The graceful bonnet decked their head; Back from their shoulders hung the plaid; A broad-sword of unwieldy length; A dagger, proved for edge and strength; A studded targe they wore, And quivers, bows, and shafts, but, O ! $hort was the shaft, and weak the bow, To that which England bore. The Isles-men carried at their backs The ancient Danish battle-ax.