Has for two days been ready boune,[222]
At prompt command, to march from Doune;
King James, the while, with princely powers,
Holds revelry in Stirling towers.
Soon will this dark and gathering cloud
Speak on our glens in thunder loud.
Inured to bide such bitter bout,
The warrior’s plaid may bear it out;[223]
But, Norman, how wilt thou provide
A shelter for thy bonny bride?”—