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Ho! For the blades of Harden!
Ho! For the driven kye!
The broken gate and the lances hate
And the banner red on the sky!
The rough road runs by the Carter;
The white foam creams on the rein;
Ho! For the blades of Harden!
“There will be moonlight again!”
The dark has heard them gather,
The dawn has bowed them by,
To the guard on the roof comes the drum of a hoof
And the drone of a hoof’s reply.
There are more than birds on the hill to-night
And more than winds on the plain!
The threat of the Scotts has filled the moss,
*There will be moonlight again!”
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
Ho! For the ring of steel!
The stolen steers of a hundred years
Come home for a Kirkhope meal!
The ride must risk its fortune,
The raid must count its slain,
The March must feed her ravens.
“There will be moonlight again!”
Ho! for the blades of Harden!
Ho! for the pikes that cross!
Ho! for the king of lance and ling
A Scott on the Ettrick moss!
The rough road runs by the Carter,
The white foam creams on the rein;
And aye for the blades of Harden
“There will be moonlight again!” |
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