"I TROW that gude ending Sall follow till our beginning. The whether I say nocht this you till For that ye suld follow my will To fecht, for in you sall all be; For gif ye think speedful that we Fecht, we sall fecht; and, gif ye will, We leave, your liking to fulfil I sall consent on alkyn wise, To do richt as ye will devise; Therefore say on your will plainly." Then with ane voice all can they cry: "Gude king, forouten mair delay, To-morn, as soon as ye see day, Ordain you haill for the battaile, For doubt of deid we sall not fail, Na nane pain sall refusit be Till we have made our country free." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARROW AND THE SONG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW COWLEY: THE GARDEN by ALEXANDER POPE FACADE: 17. DARK SONG by EDITH SITWELL AMORETTI: 75 by EDMUND SPENSER HON. MR. SUCKLETHUMBKIN'S STORY: THE EXECUTION; A SPORTING ANECDOTE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |