A meffage went, no daughter came; Cheer up, my fon, thou shalt her fee Sir Bertram, at her name reviv'd, WARK caftle, a fortrefs belonging to the English, and of great note in antient times, ftood on the fouthern bank of the river Tweed, a little to the east of Tiviotdale, and not far from Kelfo. It is now entirely destroyed. THE END OF THE SECOND PART. THE HERMIT of WARK WORTH. A Northumberland BALLA D. FIT THE THIR D. NE early morn while dewy drops A brother he had in prime of youth, All day o'er mofs and moor they rode, And 'twas the dew-fall of the night Moft drear and dark the caftle feem'd, At length her aged Nurse arofe 'Tis Bertram calls, thy Lady's love, Come from his bed of care: All day I've ridden o'er moor and mofs To fee thy lady fair. Now out alas! (fhe loudly fhriek'd) For fix long days are gone and past Sad terror feiz'd Sir Bertram's heart, When now the draw-bridge was let down, Six days, young knight, are paft and gone, And fure if no fad harm had hap'd For when she heard thy grievous chance And now to atone for my fad fault, I'll go myself, and nurfe my love, And footh his bed of pain. Then mounted fhe her milk-white steed One morn at break of day; And two tall yeomen went with her To guard her on the way. Sad terror fmote Sir Bertram's heart, That night he spent in forrow and care; Or ever the dawning of the day Now, brother, we'll our ways divide, Do thou go north, and I'll go weft; And all our drefs we'll change. Some Scottish carle hath feiz'd my love, And borne her to his den; And ne'er will I tread English ground Till fhe is reftored agen. The brothers ftrait their paths divide, And hide themselves in quaint disguise, Sir Bertram clad in gown of gray, To halls and caftles wanders round, Sometimes a Minstrel's garb he wears, One day as he fate under a thorn All Minstrels yet that ever I saw, Father, I ferve an aged Lord, Cheer up, my fon; perchance, (he faid) Behind yon hills fo fteep and high, As late I chanc'd to crave an alms And when I afk'd, what harm had hap'd, They rudely drove me from the gate, |