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The brave Earl Douglas, trained to meet
    Dangers and perils wild,
Now kneeling at his sovereign's feet
    Wept as a weaned child.

Beneath Dunfirmline's hallowed nave,
    Enwrapt in cloth of gold,
The Bruce's relics found a grave
    Deep in their native mould;
But locked within its silver vase,
    Next to Lord James's breast,
His heart went journeying on apace,
    In Palestine to rest.

While many a noble Scottish knight,
    With sable shield and plume,
Rode as its guard in armour bright
    To kiss their Saviour's tomb.
As on the scenery of Spain
    They bent a traveller's eye,
Forth came in bold and glorious train,
    Her flower of chivalry.

Led by Alphonso 'gainst the Moor,
    They came in proud array,
And set their sorried phalanx sure
    To bide the battle-fray.
"God save ye now, ye gallant band
    Of Scottish warriors true,
Good service for the Holy Land
    Ye on this field may do."

So with the cavalry of Spain
    In brother's grasp they closed,
And the grim Saracen in vain
    Their blended might opposed,
But Douglas with his falcon-glance
    O'erlooking crest and spear,