"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,
As rounde the tow'rs ye straye;

For they have flayne the hapless prince,
Before the dawne of daye.

Well mayft thou, Seine, from out thy bedd
Remove thy frighted floode ;

For they have flaine the hapleffe prince,
And hedde hys deare hearte's bloode.,

Yes, they have flayne the hapleffe prince,
'Ere hee had tyme to praye,

And throwne his bodye in the floode,
Before the dawne of daye.

They've buried the prince in a watry grave,
With all the fpeede theye maye;

And tyrante John, with the qurfe of heav'n,
Hath hied him on hys wayc.

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

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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
The briars and bogs amonge:

"And coulde I but finde that bolde outlawe,
"Hys lyfe fhoulde not be longe.

"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 proudly marched forthe:

"And rather I'd conquer thys bolde outlawe,
"Then alle the knightes o'the northe."

And then befpake a valiante knyghte:
"Now, prince, thy wordes make goode;
"For yonder I fee that proude outlawe,
66 A cominge forthe the woode."

Then quick the prince lit off hys fteede,
And onwarde wounde hys waye :
"Now ftande yee bye, my merry men alle,
"And yee shall Tee brave playe."

Brave Adam o'Gordon fawe the prince,
As hee cam forthe the wolde;
And foone he knewe hym by hys shielde,
And hys banners all of golde.

"Arouze," he criede, "my merry men alle,
"And flande yee welle your grounde;
"For yonder great prince Edwarde coms,
"For valoure fo renownde."

"Now welcom, welcom, Adam Gordon,
"I'm gladde I have thee founde;
"For manye a daye Ive foughte for thee,
"Thro' alle the countrye rounde."

"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
As 'ere was foughte in fielde;

The prince was ftoute, the outlawe strong,
Their heartes with courage fteel'de.

Fulle manye an houre in valiante fyghte
These chieftaines bolde did close;
Full manye an houre the hilles and woodes
Reechoed with their blowes.

Full many a warriour stoode arounde

That marvellous fighte to fee,

While from their woundes the gushing bloode
Ranne like the fountaine free.

Thrice they agreede, o'erfpente with toyle,
To cease their sturdye blowes;

And thrice they stopp'd to quench their thirste,
And wipe their bloodye browes.

Edward aye lov'd that braverye
Which Adam prov'd in fighte,
And, with congenial virtue fir'd,
Refolv'd to do him righte,

"Adam,