XI.

"Now by my faith as belted knight, And by the name I bear, And by the red Saint Andrew's cross That waves above us there-- Ay, by a greater, mightier oath-- And oh, that such should be!-- By that dark stream of royal blood That lies 'twixt you and me-- I have not sought in battle field A wreath of such renown, Nor dared I hope, on my dying day, To win the martyr's crown!