"Enoughe," the angry tyrante cryde, "The nyghte weares faste awaye ; "Turne thee to God-for thou must dye "Before the dawne of daye." Th' affrighted nighte-birdes fcream'd and yell'd The drearye tow're arounde; The river left its oozy bed, And fought the meadow grounde. Welle may yee fcreame, yee birdes of nighte, For they have flayne the hapless prince, Well mayft thou, Seine, from out thy bedd For they have flaine the hapleffe prince, Yes, they have flayne the hapleffe prince, And throwne his bodye in the floode, They've buried the prince in a watry grave, And tyrante John, with the qurfe of heav'n, VIII, PRINCE EDWARDE and ADAM GORDON. Now first printed. The fubject of this ballad is taken from the hiftory of England, the latter part of the reign of Henry the IIId. O Adam Gordon's gloomye haunte T° Prince Edwarde wounde hys waye: "And coulde I but meete that bold outlawe, "In the wolde where hee doth laye!" Prince Edwarde boldlye wounde his waye "And coulde I but finde that bolde outlawe, "For hee hath harrowed merrye Hampshire, "And manye a spoile poffefte; "A bolder outlawe than this wight "Ne'er trod by easte and weste. "And "And now come on, my merrye men all, "Nor heede the drearye waye'; "For coulde I but meete that bolde outlawe, "Fulle foone I would hym flaye. "And when wee meete in hardye fyghte, "Let no one come betweene; "For Adam o'Gordon's as brave a man "As ever foughte on greene." Then fpake a knighte," It maye be longe "Ere Gordon you fhalle fynde; "For hee dothe dwelle in a drearye haunte, "Remote from human kynde. "Among the woldes and deepe moraffe "Hys lodging hee hath ta'en; "And never that wand'ring wight wente in, "That ere came out ágayne. "So darke, fo narrowe, and fo dreare, "The wyndyngs all aboute, "That scarce the birdes that fcim the aire "Can fynde their waye throoute." Prince Edwarde drewe hys darke browne fworde, And shooke hys fhynyng lance: "And rather I'd fyghte thys bolde outlawe, Then alle the peers of France." Prince Edward grafp'd his buckler strong, "And rather I'd conquer thys bolde outlawe, And then befpake a valiante knyghte: Then quick the prince lit off hys fteede, Brave Adam o'Gordon fawe the prince, "Arouze," he criede, "my merry men alle, "Now welcom, welcom, Adam Gordon, "Nowe "Nowe here I fweare," brave Adam cried, "Had I but fo beene tolde, "I woulde have met thee longe 'ere nowe, "In citie or in wolde." Oh then began as fierce a fyghte The prince was ftoute, the outlawe strong, Fulle manye an houre in valiante fyghte Full many a warriour stoode arounde That marvellous fighte to fee, While from their woundes the gushing bloode Thrice they agreede, o'erfpente with toyle, And thrice they stopp'd to quench their thirste, Edward aye lov'd that braverye "Adam, |