THE KING'S TRAGEDY. JAMES I. OF SCOTS.-20TH FEBRUARY 1437. NOTE. Tradition says that Catherine Douglas, in honour of her heroic act when she barred the door with her arm against the murderers of James the First of Scots, received popularly the name of "Barlass." This name remains to her descendants, the Barlas family, in Scotland, who bear for their crest a broken arm. She married Alexander Lovell of Bolunnie. A few stanzas from King James's lovely poem, known as The King's Quair, are quoted in the course of this ballad. The writer must express regret for the necessity which has compelled him to shorten the ten-syllabled lines to eight syllables, in order that they might harmonize with the ballad metre. I CATHERINE am a Douglas born, A name to all Scots dear; And Kate Barlass they've called me now This old arm's withered now. Most deft 'mong maidens all 'Twas once To rein the steed, to wing the shaft, In hall adown the close-linked dance It has shone most white and fair; And the bar to a King's chambère. Aye, lasses, draw round Kate Barlass, How good King James, King Robert's son, Through all the days of his gallant youth By his friends at first and then by his foes, For the elder Prince, the kingdom's heir, Was slain; and the father quaked for the child I' the Bass Rock fort, by his father's care, Yet in all things meet for a kingly man And the nightingale through his prison-wall For once, when the bird's song drew him close To the opened window-pane, In her bower beneath a lady stood, A light of life to his sorrowful mood, And for her sake, to the sweet bird's note, He framed a sweeter Song, More sweet than ever a poet's heart Gave yet to the English tongue. She was a lady of royal blood; And when, past sorrow and teen, He stood where still through his crownless years His Scotish realm had been, At Scone were the happy lovers crowned, A heart-wed King and Queen. But the bird may fall from the bough of youth, And song be turned to moan, And Love's storm-cloud be the shadow of Hate, When the tempest-waves of a troubled State Are beating against a throne. Yet well they loved; and the god of Love, Might find on the earth no truer hearts From the days when first she rode abroad I Catherine Douglas won the trust And oft she sighed, "To be born a King!" When she saw the homely lovers pass Years waned, the loving and toiling years: Drove James, by outrage cast on his crown, 'Twas when the King and his host were met The Queen o' the sudden sought his camp And she showed him a secret letter writ "And it may be here or it may be there, Quoth he, "'Tis the fifteenth day of the siege, "O face your foes on your throne," she cried, And under your Scotish people's love At the fair Queen's side I stood that day How the lords would meet their Liege. But when he summoned his Parliament, Like clouds that circle the mountain-head For he had tamed the nobles' lust And many a lordly wrong-doer By the headsman's axe had died. 'Twas then upspoke Sir Robert Græme, "O King, in the name of your Three Estates "For, as your lords made oath to you Even in like wise you pledged your oath "Yet all we here that are nobly sprung With that he laid his hands on his King But of all who had sworn to league with him Quoth the King:-"Thou speak'st but for one Nor doth it avow thy gage. Let my liege lords hale this traitor hence!" He earns but a witless wage!" But soon from the dungeon where he lay And forth he fled with a price on his head And word there came from Sir Robert Græme "No Liege of mine thou art; but I see God's creature, my mortal foe. "Through thee are my wife and children lost, My heritage and lands; And when my God shall show me a way, Thyself my mortal foe will I slay With these my proper hands." |