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Already on dark Ruberslaw
The Douglas holds his weapon-schaw[1];
The lances, waving in his train,
Clothe the dun heath like autumn grain;
And on the Liddle's northern strand,
To bar retreat to Cumberland,
Lord Maxwell ranks his merry-men good,
Beneath the eagle and the rood;
And Jedwood, Eske, and Teviotdale,
  Have to proud Angus come;
And all the Merse and Lauderdale
  Have risen with haughty Home.
An exile from Northumberland,
  In Liddisdale I've wandered long;
But still my heart was with merry England,
  And cannot brook my country's wrong;
And hard I've spurred all night, to shew
The mustering of the coming foe."

  1. Weapon-schaw, the military array of a county.