List all!—The King’s vindictive pride

Boasts to have tamed the Border-side,

Where chiefs, with hound and hawk who came

To share their monarch’s silvan game,

Themselves in bloody toils were snared;

And when the banquet they prepared,

And wide their loyal portals flung,

O’er their own gateway struggling hung.[142]

Loud cries their blood from Meggat’s[143] mead,

From Yarrow[144] braes,[145] and banks of Tweed,