.. "Cative, awa ye maun na flie," See Rothsay whar your brither lyes Sae Draffan seiks our sister's luve, 91 Swith on the word an arrow cam The chief was forc'd to quit the stryfe, 92 His minstrals there wi dolefu care But that he sae was bar'd the fecht • Cheir ye my mirrie men,' Draffan cryd, Wi meikle pryde and glie; The prize is ours; nae chieftan bides 93 That lautie boast heird Hardyknute, Sair weiried wi the nune-tide heat, The first sicht, whan he past the thrang, “ Wold hevin that dethe my eild had tane, And thy youthied had spaird! 94 Draffan, I ken thy ire, but now Thy micht I mein to see!" But eir he strak the deidly dint The syre was on his knie. Lord Hardyknute stryke gif ye may, For feir your dochter see you slayn 95 Yestrene the priest in haly band 96 Haste, mount thy steid, or I sail licht For by my forbere's saul we neir 'Now mind thy aith,' syne Draffan stout Wha drew the shynand blade bot dreid May ill befa my ruthless wrauth 98 Fairly, anes a' my joy and pryde, Wi mony a mournfu teir." Communications (post paid) suited to the nature of this Work, may be addressed to JOHN MILLAR, Bookseller, Sandholes, Paisley. RAISLEY, PRINTED BY ANDREW YOUNG, PAISLEY REPOSITORY. No. III. HARDYKNUTE. A HEROIC SCOTTISH BALLAD. The incomparable beauties of this Ballad, and the favourable reception which the first part hath always met with from the lovers of ancient poetry, have induced the Editor here to give the tragedy complete. Certain, that while it ornaments his Collection, it must also entertain the reader. Though the first part has been of pretty long ftanding in the literary world, it is believed few have hitherto had the pleasure of perufing the fe. cond,---for which we are indebted to the judicious Compiler of the Scottish Tragic Ballads, who hath had the honour of fnatching this valuable remains from the jaws of Oblivion, and tranfmitting to pofterity the first complete copy. STATELY ftept he eaft the wa', With feerce fevin yeirs of rest. Wrocht Scotland meikle wae, Britons. This was the common name which the Scots gave the English anciently, as may be feen in old poets. And aye his fword tauld to their cost, Il. Hie on a hill his caftle ftude, With halls and touris a hicht; His cafle ftude. About a mile and a half north of Kilburnie, Hardyknute's Castle ftands on that ridge of hills, which ftretches to the weft and north of that village. From the thickness of its walls, and its being acceffible on one fide only, it appears to have been a place of confiderable ftrength. The ruins of this Edifice are seen at a great diftance from the fouth-weft champain country. It is now called Glen-Garnock Castle on account of its peculiar fituation. Knichts. These knights were only military officers attending the Earls, Barons, &c, as appears from the histories of the middle ages. Save Margaret the quene. She was the eldest daughter of Henry III. the King, and Eleanor the Queen of Eng land; and was confidered the most beautiful woman of that age, as appears from the frequent allufions made to her in the writings of thefe times, particularly in the old hiftorical Scottish Ballad of Sir James the Role, written long after the era of Hardyknute. In that Ballad, the author, to extol the beauty of Matilda, daughter of Lord Buchan, the Mistress of his hero, draws the following con Braft per poetica licentia. "The fair Matilda dear he lov'd, "A maid of beauty rare, "Even Margaret on the Scottish throne, "Was never half fo fair." Full thirtein fons to him fhe bare, In bluidy ficht, with fword in hand, Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, IV. Griet luve they bare to Fairly fair, Her girdle fhaw'd her middle jimp, V. The King of Norse in summer tide, It is very probable that the Queen was also called Eleanor, after her mother, for a great number of common editions has it "Save Elenor the Queen." Fairly. This name feems likewife of Saxon origin. There is a small island and a rivulet in Cunningham still, called Fairly Isle and Fairly Burn. * On the first of August, 1263, Hacquin V. King of |