Walter Scott,
The Lay of the Last Minstrel
(1805)
“ Had wept o'er Monmouth's bloody tomb! When kindness had his wants supplied,And the old man was gratified,Began to rise his minstrel pride. And he began to talk, anon,Of good Earl Francis [2] , dead and gone,And of Earl Walter [3] , rest him God!A braver ne'er to battle rode:And how full many a tale he knew,Of the old warriors of Buccleuch;And, would the noble Duchess deignTo listen to an old man's strain,Though stiff his hand, his voice though weak,He thought even yet, the sooth to speak,That, if she loved the harp to hear,He could make music to her ear. ”

