Walter Scott,
Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border…
“ My good Lord Wharton's son and heir;The other, James Stuart, a Scottish knight,One that a valiant heart did bear.When first to court these nobles came,One night, a gaining, fell to words;And in their fury grew so hot,That they did both try their keen swords.No manner of treating, nor advice,Could hold from striking in that place;For, in the height and heat of blood,James struck George Wharton on the face."What doth this mean," George Wharton said,"To strike in such unmanly sort?"But, that I take it at thy hands,"The tongue of man shall ne'er report!" ”
