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 The soldiers of the guard,
130With musket, pike, and morion,
To welcome noble Marmion,
 Stood in the Castle-yard;
Minstrels and trumpeters were there,
The gunner held his linstock yare,
135 For welcome-shot prepared:
Enter'd the train, and such a clang,
As then through all his turrets rang,
 Old Norham never heard.

X.
The guards their morrice-pikes advanced,
140 The trumpets flourish'd brave,
The cannon from the ramparts glanced,
 And thundering welcome gave.
A blithe salute, in martial sort,
 The minstrels well might sound,
145For, as Lord Marmion cross'd the court,
 He scatter'd angels round.
'Welcome to Norham, Marmion!
 Stout heart, and open hand!
Well dost thou brook thy gallant roan,
150 Thou flower of English land!'

XI.
Two pursuivants, whom tabarts deck,
With silver scutcheon round their neck,
 Stood on the steps of stone,
By which you reach the donjon gate,
155And there, with herald pomp and state,
 They hail'd Lord Marmion:
They hail'd him Lord of Fontenaye,
Of Lutterward, and Scrivelbaye,
 Of Tamworth tower and town;
160And he, their courtesy to requite,
Gave them a chain of twelve marks' weight,
 All as he lighted down.