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[108] Flouted him the drunken churl,
     Jeered at him the serving-girl,
Prompt to please her master;
     And the begging carlin, late
Fed and clothed at Ury's gate,
     Cursed him as he passed her.

Yet, with calm and stately mien,
     Up the streets of Aberdeen
Came he slowly riding;
     And, to all he saw and heard,
Answering not with bitter word,
     Turning not for chiding.

Came a troop with broadswords swinging,
     Bits and bridles sharply ringing,
Loose and free and froward;
     Quoth the foremost, “Ride him down!
Push him! prick him! through the town
     Drive the Quaker coward!”

But from out the thickening crowd
     Cried a sudden voice and loud:
‘Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!’
     And the old man at his side
Saw a comrade, battle tried,
     Scarred and sunburned darkly;

Who with ready weapon bare,
     Fronting to the troopers there,
Cried aloud: “God save us,
     Call ye coward him who stood
Ankle deep in Lutizen's blood,
     With the brave Gustavus?”

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