Oft on the trampling band, from crown In the deep heath, the black-cock rose; The noon had long been pass'd before II. No summons calls them to the tower, To Scotland's camp the Lord was gone; So late, to unknown friends or foes. On through the hamlet as they paced, Lord Marmion drew his rein : The village of Gifford lies about four miles from Haddington; close to it is Yester House, the seat of the Marquis of Tweeddale, and a little farther up the stream, which descends from the hills of Lammermoor, are the remains of the old castle of the family. |