Moved on to fight, in dark array, By Conrad led of Wolfenstein, Who brought the band from distant Rhine, And sold their blood for foreign pay. The camp their home, their law the sword, They knew no country, owned no lord: They were not armed like England's sons, But bore the levin-darting guns; Buff coats, all frounced and 'broidered o'er, And morsing-horns* and scarfs they wore; Each better knee was bared, to aid The warriors in the escalade; All, as they marched, in rugged tongue, Songs of Teutonic feuds they sung. XIX. But louder still the clamour grew, And louder still the minstrels blew, *Powder-flasks. When, from beneath the greenwood tree, His men at arms, with glaive and spear, So rode they forth in fair array, Till full their lengthened lines display; Then called a halt, and made a stand, And cried, "St George, for merry England!"— XX. Now every English eye, intent, On Branksome's armed towers was bent; So near they were, that they might know Gleamed axe, and spear, and partizan ; Falcon and culver,* on each tower, Stood prompt their deadly hail to shower; And flashing armour frequent broke From eddying whirls of sable smoke, XXI. Armed he rode, all save the head, His white beard o'er his breast-plate spread; Unbroke by age, erect his seat, He ruled his eager courser's gait; Forced him, with chastened fire, to prance, And, high curvetting, slow advance : * Ancient pieces of artillery. In sign of truce, his better hand His squire, attending in the rear, Sped to the front of their array, To hear what this old knight should say. XXII. "Ye English warden lords, of you Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch, Why, 'gainst the truce of Border-tide, In hostile guise ye dare to ride, With Kendal bow, and Gilsland brand, And all yon mercenary band, Upon the bounds of fair Scotland? My Ladye reads you swith return; And, if but one poor straw you burn, St Mary! but we'll light a brand, Shall warm your hearths in Cumberland." XXIII. A wrathful man was Dacre's lord, But calmer Howard took the word: May't please thy Dame, Sir Seneschal, To seek the castle's outward wall, To the wall's outward circle came; Each chief around leaned on his spear, To see the pursuivant appear. All in Lord Howard's livery dressed, The lion argent decked his breast; He led a boy of blooming hue- |