THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL INTRODUCTION THE way was long, the wind was cold, No longer courted and caressed, High placed in hall, a welcome guest, He poured, to lord and lady gay, The unpremeditated lay: Old times were changed, old manners gone; A stranger filled the Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. The embattled portal arch he passed, That they should tend the old man well: Though born in such a high degree; In pride of power, in beauty's bloom, Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb! 1 Anne, Duchess of Buccleuch and Monmouth, representative of the ancient Lords of Buccleuch, and widow of the unfortunate James, Duke of Monmouth, who was beheaded in 1685. When kindness had his wants supplied, Began to rise his minstrel pride; Of good Earl Francis,1 dead and gone, 2 And of Earl Walter, rest him God! A braver ne'er to battle rode; And how full many a tale he knew Of the old warriors of Buccleuch : And, would the noble Duchess deign Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak, He could make music to her ear. The humble boon was soon obtained; And scenes, long past, of joy and pain 1 Francis Scott, Earl of Buccleuch, father of the Duchess. Walter, Earl of Buccleuch, grandfather of the Duchess, and a celebrated warrior. Came wildering o'er his aged brain Was blended into harmony. And then, he said, he would full fain He could recall an ancient strain He never thought to sing again. It was not framed for village churls, But for high dames and mighty earls; He had played it to King Charles the Good When he kept court in Holyrood; And much he wished, yet feared, to try The long-forgotten melody. Amid the strings his fingers strayed, And an uncertain warbling made, And oft he shook his hoary head. In varying cadence, soft or strong, The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot; |