He hath looked out from Carlisle wa',

   And he is aware of John Highlandman

    Come trooping down the snaw;

   "And should this kilted papistry

    Spread hither upon their way,

   They'll carry hence that cup of grace,

    Though thou shouldst say them nay.

   "And thy lord must wait for the traitor foe

    By the walls of merry Carlisle;

   Else he would hie to his lady's help,

    And his lady's fears beguile.

   "Thy lord would rather his house were brent,

    His goods and his cattle harried,

   Than the cup should be broken,—that cup of grace,

    Or from Muncaster's house be carried."

   The kinsman smiled on that fond lady,

    And his traitor suit he plied:

   "Give me the cup," the false knight said,

    "From these foemen fierce to hide."

   The lady of Muncaster oped the box

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