And now the PERCY name, fo long Our northern pride and boast, Lies hid, alas! beneath a cloud, Their honours reft and loft. No chieftain of that noble house Their halls and caftles, once fo fair, Now moulder in decay; Proud ftrangers now ufurp their lands, And bear their wealth away. Nor far from hence, where yon full ftream Runs winding down the lea, Fair Warkworth lifts her lofty tow'rs, And overlooks the fea. Those towers, alas! now stand forlorn, With noifome weeds o'erfpread, Where feafted lords and courtly dames, And where the poor were fed. Meantime far off, mid Scottish hills, On ftrangers' bounty he depends, O might I with thefe aged eyes Then fhould my foul depart in bliss! And is the PERCY ftill fo lov'd, Then, bless me, father, faid the youth, Silent he gaz'd, then turn'd afide To wipe the tears he shed; Then, lifting up his hands and eyes, Welcome, our dear and much-lov'd lord, Thy country's hope and care: But who may this young lady be That is fo wondrous fair? Now, father, listen to my tale, And thou shalt know the truth; And let thy fage advice direct In Scotland I've been nobly bred In feats of arms, and every lore To fit me for command. With fond impatience long I burn'd At length I won my guardian friend To yield that boon to me. Then up and down in hunter's garb I wander'd as in chase, Till in the noble NEVILLE's house I gain'd a hunter's place. Some time with him I liv'd unknown, Till I'd the hap fo rare To please this young and gentle dame, That baron's daughter fair. Now, PERCY, faid the blufhing maid, The truth I must reveal: Souls great and generous, like to thine, Their noble deeds conceal. It happen'd on a fummer's day, Led by the fragrant breeze, Among the green-wood trees: Sudden a band of rugged Scots, My fhrieks had all been spent in vain, Brought this brave youth within my call, Who flew to my relief. With nothing but his hunting spear, And dagger in his hand, He fprung like lightning on my foes, |