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When  years  had  waned,  loving  toiling years,  England's  fierce-:  wrongs
                                    renewed
                            Drove  James,  by  outrage  cast  on  Iit.s  crown,  to the  open  field  of  feud.
                            Tv,-as  when  the  King  and  liis  ho si were  met at  the  league  of Roxbro’
                                   hold,
                           The  Queen  o’  the sudden  sought  his  camp  with  a tale  of  dread  to  be
                                   told.


                           And  she showed  him a secret  J otter writ that spoke of treasonous  .strife,
                            And  how  a band  of  his  noblest  lords  were  sworn  to  take  his  life.
                            And when he summoned his Parliament, the louring brows hung round,
                            Like  clouds  that  circle  the  mountain-head  ere  the  first  low  thunr'ers
                                   sound.


                            'Tv,'as  then  upspoke  Sir  Robert  Gramme,  the bold,  o'ermastering  man:
                           “ O King, in  the name of your three  estates T  set yon  under their ban.!
                           With  113m 1  he laid his hands or. his King :  u Ts this not right, my lords?”
                            But  of  all  who  had sworn  to  league  with  him  not  one  spake  back  to
                                   his  words.


                            Quoth  the  Kino;  “ Thou  speak’st but  for  one  estate,  nor  doth  it  avow
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                                   thy  gage.
                            Lot  my liege  lords  hale  this  traitor hence ! M  The  Gramme  fired  dark
                                   with rage:
                            “ Who works for lesser nic:i than himself, he earns hut a  witless wage! ”
                            But  soon  from  the  dungeon  where  he  lay  he won by  privy  plots,
                            And  forth  he fled  with  a  price  on  his  head to  the  country  oi  tile  wild




                                         And  word  there  came  from  Sir  Robert  Graeme
                                            To the  King at  Ldinbro’ :
                                          "N o   liege  of  mine  thou  art;  but  J  see,
                                         From  this  day forth,  alone  in  thee, f
                                                              '
                                                       J
                                            God’s  creature,  my  mortal foe.
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