summaryrefslogtreecommitdiff
diff options
context:
space:
mode:
Diffstat
-rw-r--r--.gitattributes3
-rw-r--r--39766-8.txt10451
-rw-r--r--39766-8.zipbin0 -> 137026 bytes
-rw-r--r--39766-h.zipbin0 -> 159952 bytes
-rw-r--r--39766-h/39766-h.htm11241
-rw-r--r--39766.txt10459
-rw-r--r--39766.zipbin0 -> 137139 bytes
-rw-r--r--LICENSE.txt11
-rw-r--r--README.md2
9 files changed, 32167 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..6833f05
--- /dev/null
+++ b/.gitattributes
@@ -0,0 +1,3 @@
+* text=auto
+*.txt text
+*.md text
diff --git a/39766-8.txt b/39766-8.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..82738bb
--- /dev/null
+++ b/39766-8.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,10451 @@
+The Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI (of
+8), by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI (of 8)
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Francis James Child
+
+Release Date: May 22, 2012 [EBook #39766]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VI ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia
+Center, Michigan State University Libraries.)
+
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Archaic, dialect and inconsistent spellings and hyphenation have been
+retained as in the original. Minor corrections to format and punctuation
+together with regularisation of poetry line numbering have been made
+without comment. Any other changes to the text have been listed at the
+end of the book.
+
+In this Plain Text version of the e-book, symbols from the ASCII and
+Latin-1 character sets only are used.
+
+ Italic typeface is indicated by _underscores_.
+ Small caps typeface is represented by UPPER CASE.
+ A pointing hand symbol is represented as [hand].
+
+Notes with reference to ballad line numbers are presented at the end of
+each ballad and the presence of a note is indicated at the end of line
+number ## by "[L##]".
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+ ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH
+ BALLADS.
+
+ EDITED BY
+ FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.
+
+ VOLUME VI.
+
+ BOSTON:
+ LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.
+ M.DCCC.LX.
+
+Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858, by LITTLE, BROWN
+AND COMPANY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District
+of Massachusetts.
+
+ RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:
+ STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY
+ H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS OF VOLUME SIXTH.
+
+
+BOOK VI.
+
+ Page
+1 a. The Lochmaben Harper [Johnson] 3
+
+1 b. The Lochmaben Harper [Scott] 7
+
+2 a. Johnie of Breadislee 11
+
+2 b. Johnie of Cocklesmuir 16
+
+3. The Sang of the Outlaw Murray 20
+
+4 a. Johnie Armstrang 37
+
+4 b. Johnie Armstrang [Ramsay] 45
+
+5 a. Hughie Graham 51
+
+5 b. Hughie the Grĉme 55
+
+6. Kinmont Willie 58
+
+7. Dick o' the Cow 67
+
+8. Jock o' the Side 80
+
+9 a. Archie of Ca'field 88
+
+9 b. Billie Archie 94
+
+10. Hobie Noble 97
+
+11. Jamie Telfer of the Fair Dodhead 105
+
+12. The Fray of Suport 115
+
+13. Rookhope Ryde 121
+
+14. The Raid of the Reidswire 129
+
+15. The Death of Parcy Reed 139
+
+16 a. Captain Car 147
+
+16 b. Edom o' Gordon 154
+
+17. Willie Mackintosh 159
+
+18. Lord Maxwell's Goodnight 162
+
+19. The Lads of Wamphray 168
+
+20. The Fire of Frendraught 173
+
+21 a. The Bonnie House o' Airly [Finlay] 183
+
+21 b. The Bonnie House of Airly [Sharpe] 186
+
+22 a. The Baron of Brackley [Jamieson] 188
+
+22 b. The Baron of Braikley [Buchan] 192
+
+23. Gilderoy 196
+
+24. Bob Roy 202
+
+
+BOOK VII.
+
+1 a. Queen Eleanor's Confession 209
+
+1 b. Queen Eleanor's Confession [Kinloch] 213
+
+2 Auld Maitland 217
+
+3 a. Willie Wallace 231
+
+3 b. Sir William Wallace 237
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+Johnny Cock 243
+
+The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime 247
+
+Johnie Armstrang 251
+
+Loudoun Castle 254
+
+Rob Roy 257
+
+Eppie Morrie 260
+
+Macpherson's Rant 263
+
+The Flemish Insurrection 269
+
+The Execution of Sir Simon Fraser 274
+
+
+GLOSSARY 285
+
+
+
+
+BOOK VI.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.
+
+
+This fine old ballad was first printed in the _Musical Museum_ (_O heard
+ye e'er of a silly blind Harper_, p. 598). Scott inserted a different
+copy, equally good, in the _Border Minstrelsy_, i. 422, and there is
+another, of very ordinary merits, in _Scottish Traditional Versions of
+Ancient Ballads_ (_The Jolly Harper_), p. 37. In this the theft is done
+on a wager, and the booty duly restored. On account of the excellence of
+the ballad, we give two versions, though they differ but slightly.
+
+
+ O heard ye of a silly Harper,
+ Liv'd long in Lochmaben town,
+ How he did gang to fair England,
+ To steal King Henry's Wanton Brown?
+
+ But first he gaed to his gude wife
+ Wi' a' the speed that he coud thole:
+ "This wark," quo' he, "will never work,
+ Without a mare that has a foal."
+
+ Quo' she, "Thou hast a gude grey mare,
+ That'll rin o'er hills baith low and hie; 10
+ Gae tak' the grey mare in thy hand,
+ And leave the foal at hame wi' me.
+
+ "And tak a halter in thy hose,
+ And o' thy purpose dinna fail;
+ But wap it o'er the Wanton's nose; 15
+ And tie her to the grey mare's tail:
+
+ "Syne ca' her out at yon back yeate,
+ O'er moss and muir and ilka dale,
+ For she'll ne'er let the Wanton bite,
+ Till she come hame to her ain foal." 20
+
+ So he is up to England gane,
+ Even as fast as he can hie,
+ Till he came to King Henry's yeate;
+ And wha' was there but King Henry?
+
+ "Come in," quo' he, "thou silly blind Harper, 25
+ And of thy harping let me hear;"
+ "O, by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,
+ "I'd rather hae stabling for my mare."
+
+ The King looks o'er his left shoulder,
+ And says unto his stable groom, 30
+ "Gae tak the silly poor Harper's mare,
+ And tie her 'side my wanton brown."
+
+ And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,
+ Till a' the lords gaed through the floor;
+ They thought the music was sae sweet, 35
+ That they forgat the stable door.
+
+ And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,
+ Till a' the nobles were sound asleep,
+ Than quietly he took aff his shoon,
+ And saftly down the stair did creep. 40
+
+ Syne to the stable door he hies,
+ Wi' tread as light as light coud be,
+ And whan he open'd and gaed in,
+ There he fand thirty good steeds and three.
+
+ He took the halter frae his hose, 45
+ And of his purpose did na' fail;
+ He slipt it o'er the Wanton's nose,
+ And tied it to his grey mare's tail.
+
+ He ca'd her out at yon back yeate,
+ O'er moss and muir and ilka dale, 50
+ And she loot ne'er the Wanton bite,
+ But held her still gaun at her tail.
+
+ The grey mare was right swift o' fit,
+ And did na fail to find the way,
+ For she was at Lochmaben yeate, 55
+ Fu' lang three hours ere it was day.
+
+ When she came to the Harper's door,
+ There she gae mony a nicher and snear;
+ "Rise," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass,
+ Let in thy master and his mare." 60
+
+ Then up she raise, pat on her claes,
+ And lookit out through the lock hole;
+ "O, by my sooth," then quoth the lass,
+ "Our mare has gotten a braw big foal."
+
+ "Come haud thy peace, thou foolish lass, 65
+ The moon's but glancing in thy ee,
+ I'll wad my haill fee 'gainst a groat,
+ It's bigger than e'er our foal will be."
+
+ The neighbours too that heard the noise
+ Cried to the wife to put her in; 70
+ "By my sooth," then quoth the wife,
+ "She's better than ever he rade on."
+
+ But on the morn at fair day light,
+ When they had ended a' their chear,
+ King Henry's Wanton Brown was stawn, 75
+ And eke the poor old Harper's mare.
+
+ "Alace! alace!" says the silly blind Harper,
+ "Alace! alace! that I came here,
+ In Scotland I've tint a braw cowte foal,
+ In England they've stawn my guid grey mare." 80
+
+ "Come had thy tongue, thou silly blind Harper,
+ And of thy alacing let me be,
+ For thou shall get a better mare,
+ And weel paid shall thy cowte foal be."
+
+
+
+
+LOCHMABEN HARPER.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 422.
+
+
+ O heard ye na o' the silly blind Harper,
+ How long he lived in Lochmaben town?
+ And how he wad gang to fair England,
+ To steal the Lord Warden's Wanton Brown?
+
+ But first he gaed to his gude wyfe, 5
+ Wi' a the haste that he could thole--
+ "This wark," quo' he, "will ne'er gae weel,
+ Without a mare that has a foal."
+
+ Quo' she--"Thou hast a gude gray mare,
+ That can baith lance o'er laigh and hie; 10
+ Sae set thee on the gray mare's back,
+ And leave the foal at hame wi' me."
+
+ So he is up to England gane,
+ And even as fast as he may drie;
+ And when he cam to Carlisle gate, 15
+ O whae was there but the Warden hie?
+
+ "Come into my hall, thou silly blind Harper,
+ And of thy harping let me hear!"
+ "O, by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,
+ "I wad rather hae stabling for my mare." 20
+
+ The Warden look'd ower his left shoulder,
+ And said unto his stable groom--
+ "Gae take the silly blind Harper's mare,
+ And tie her beside my Wanton Brown."
+
+ Then aye he harped, and aye he carped, 25
+ Till a' the lordlings footed the floor;
+ But an the music was sae sweet,
+ The groom had nae mind o' the stable door.
+
+ And aye he harped, and aye he carped,
+ Till a' the nobles were fast asleep; 30
+ Then quickly he took aff his shoon,
+ And saftly down the stair did creep.
+
+ Syne to the stable door he hied,
+ Wi' tread as light as light could be;
+ And when he open'd and gaed in, 35
+ There he fand thirty steeds and three.
+
+ He took a cowt halter frae his hose,
+ And o' his purpose he didna fail;
+ He slipt it ower the Wanton's nose,
+ And tied it to his gray mare's tail. 40
+
+ He turn'd them loose at the castle gate,
+ Ower muir and moss and ilka dale;
+ And she ne'er let the Wanton bait,
+ But kept him a-galloping hame to her foal.
+
+ The mare she was right swift o' foot, 45
+ She didna fail to find the way;
+ For she was at Lochmaben gate
+ A lang three hours before the day.
+
+ When she came to the Harper's door,
+ There she gave mony a nicker and sneer-- 50
+ "Rise up," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass;
+ Let in thy master and his mare."
+
+ Then up she rose, put on her clothes,
+ And keekit through at the lock-hole--
+ "O, by my sooth," then cried the lass, 55
+ "Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"
+
+ "Come haud thy tongue, thou silly wench!
+ The morn's but glancing in your ee;
+ I'll wad my hail fee against a groat,
+ He's bigger than e'er our foal will be." 60
+
+ Now all this while in merry Carlisle
+ The Harper harped to hie and law,
+ And the fiend dought they do but listen him to,
+ Until that the day began to daw.
+
+ But on the morn at fair daylight, 65
+ When they had ended a' their cheer,
+ Behold the Wanton Brown was gane,
+ And eke the poor blind Harper's mare!
+
+ "Allace! allace!" quo' the cunning auld Harper,
+ "And ever allace that I cam here; 70
+ In Scotland I hae lost a braw cowt foal,
+ In England they've stown my gude gray mare!"
+
+ "Come, cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper,
+ And again of thy harping let us hear;
+ And weel payd sall thy cowt-foal be, 75
+ And thou sall have a far better mare."
+
+ Then aye he harped, and aye he carped,
+ Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear!
+ He was paid for the foal he had never lost,
+ And three times ower for the gude GRAY MARE. 80
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE OF BREADISLEE.
+
+AN ANCIENT NITHSDALE BALLAD.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 114.
+
+
+"The hero of this ballad appears to have been an outlaw and
+deer-stealer--probably one of the broken men residing upon the Border.
+There are several different copies, in one of which the principal
+personage is called _Johnie of Cockielaw_. The stanzas of greatest merit
+have been selected from each copy. It is sometimes said, that this
+outlaw possessed the old Castle of Morton, in Dumfries-shire, now
+ruinous: "Near to this castle there was a park, built by Sir Thomas
+Randolph, on the face of a very great and high hill; so artificially,
+that, by the advantage of the hill, all wild beasts, such as deers,
+harts, and roes, and hares, did easily leap in, but could not get out
+again; and if any other cattle, such as cows, sheep, or goats, did
+voluntarily leap in, or were forced to do it, _it is doubted_ if their
+owners were permitted to get them out again." _Account of Presbytery of
+Penpont, apud Macfarlane's MSS._ Such a park would form a convenient
+domain to an outlaw's castle, and the mention of Durisdeer, a
+neighboring parish, adds weight to this tradition."
+
+Johnie of Breadislee was first printed in the _Border Minstrelsy_.
+Fragments of two other versions, in which the hero's name is Johny Cock,
+were given in Fry's _Pieces of Ancient Poetry_, Bristol, 1814, p. 55,
+and the editor did not fail to notice that he had probably lighted on
+the ballad of _Johny Cox_, which Ritson says the Rev. Mr. Boyd faintly
+recollected, (_Scottish Song_, I. p. xxxvi.) Motherwell, not aware of
+what Fry had done, printed a few stanzas belonging to the first of these
+versions, under the title of _Johnie of Braidisbank_ (_Minstrelsy,
+Ancient and Modern_, p. 23), and Kinloch recovered a nearly complete
+story. Another copy of this last has been published from Buchan's
+manuscripts in _Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_ (Percy
+Society, vol. xvii. p. 77). Chambers, in his _Scottish Ballads_, p. 181,
+has compounded Scott's, Kinloch's, and Motherwell's copies,
+interspersing a few additional stanzas of no value. Scott's and
+Kinloch's versions are given in this place, and Fry's fragments (which
+contain several beautiful stanzas) in the Appendix.
+
+ Johnie rose up in a May morning,
+ Call'd for water to wash his hands--
+ "Gar loose to me the gude graie dogs,
+ That are bound wi' iron bands."
+
+ When Johnie's mother gat word o' that, 5
+ Her hands for dule she wrang--
+ "O Johnie! for my benison,
+ To the greenwood dinna gang!
+
+ "Eneugh ye hae o' gude wheat bread,
+ And eneugh o' the blood-red wine; 10
+ And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie,
+ I pray ye, stir frae hame."
+
+ But Johnie's busk't up his gude bend bow,
+ His arrows, ane by ane,
+ And he has gane to Durrisdeer, 15
+ To hunt the dun deer down.
+
+ As he came down by Merriemass,
+ And in by the benty line,
+ There has he espied a deer lying
+ Aneath a bush of ling. 20
+
+ Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,
+ And he wounded her on the side;
+ But atween the water and the brae,
+ His hounds they laid her pride.
+
+ And Johnie has bryttled the deer sae weel, 25
+ That he's had out her liver and lungs;
+ And wi' these he has feasted his bluidy hounds,
+ As if they had been earl's sons.
+
+ They eat sae much o' the venison,
+ And drank sae much o' the blude, 30
+ That Johnie and a' his bluidy hounds
+ Fell asleep as they had been dead.
+
+ And by there came a silly auld carle,
+ An ill death mote he die!
+ For he's awa' to Hislinton, 35
+ Where the Seven Foresters did lie.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye gray-headed carle,
+ What news bring ye to me?"
+ "I bring nae news," said the gray-headed carle,
+ "Save what these eyes did see. 40
+
+ "As I came down by Merriemass,
+ And down among the scroggs,
+ The bonniest childe that ever I saw
+ Lay sleeping amang his dogs.
+
+ "The shirt that was upon his back 45
+ Was o' the Holland fine;
+ The doublet which was over that
+ Was o' the Lincome twine.
+
+ "The buttons that were on his sleeve
+ Were o' the goud sae gude: 50
+ The gude graie hounds he lay amang,
+ Their mouths were dyed wi' blude."
+
+ Then out and spak the First Forester,
+ The heid man ower them a'--
+ "If this be Johnie o' Breadislee, 55
+ Nae nearer will we draw."
+
+ But up and spak the Sixth Forester,
+ (His sister's son was he,)
+ "If this be Johnie o' Breadislee,
+ We soon shall gar him die!" 60
+
+ The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot,
+ They wounded him on the knee;
+ And out and spak the Seventh Forester,
+ "The next will gar him die."
+
+ Johnie's set his back against an aik, 65
+ His fute against a stane;
+ And he has slain the Seven Foresters,
+ He has slain them a' but ane.
+
+ He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,
+ But and his collar bane; 70
+ He's laid him twa-fald ower his steed,
+ Bade him carry the tidings hame.
+
+ "O is there nae a bonnie bird
+ Can sing as I can say,
+ Could flee away to my mother's bower, 75
+ And tell to fetch Johnie away?"
+
+ The starling flew to his mother's window stane,
+ It whistled and it sang;
+ And aye the ower word o' the tune
+ Was--"Johnie tarries lang!" 80
+
+ They made a rod o' the hazel bush,
+ Another o' the slae-thorn tree,
+ And mony mony were the men
+ At fetching o'er Johnie.
+
+ Then out and spake his auld mother, 85
+ And fast her tears did fa'--
+ "Ye wad nae be warn'd, my son Johnie,
+ Frae the hunting to bide awa'.
+
+ "Aft hae I brought to Breadislee
+ The less gear and the mair, 90
+ But I ne'er brought to Breadislee
+ What grieved my heart sae sair.
+
+ "But wae betyde that silly auld carle!
+ An ill death shall he die!
+ For the highest tree in Merriemas 95
+ Shall be his morning's fee."
+
+ Now Johnie's gude bend bow is broke,
+ And his gude graie dogs are slain;
+ And his bodie lies dead in Durrisdeer,
+ And his hunting it is done. 100
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE OF COCKLESMUIR.
+
+
+From Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 38. This version was
+procured in the North Country. The termination would seem to be wanting,
+for the story must have had a tragical conclusion. Buchan's copy ends
+very insipidly with the King's granting Johny a free license to hunt!
+
+ Johnie rose up in a May morning,
+ Call'd for water to wash his hands;
+ And he has call'd for his gude gray hunds,
+ That lay bund in iron bands, _bands_,
+ _That lay bund in iron bands_.
+
+ "Ye'll busk, ye'll busk my noble dogs, 5
+ Ye'll busk and mak them boun,
+ For I'm going to the Broadspear-hill,
+ To ding the dun deer doun, _doun_, &c.
+
+ Whan Johnie's mither heard o' this,
+ She til her son has gane-- 10
+ "Ye'll win your mither's benison,
+ Gin ye wad stay at hame.
+
+ "Your meat sall be of the very very best,
+ And your drink o' the finest wine;
+ And ye will win your mither's benison, 15
+ Gin ye wad stay at hame."
+
+ His mither's counsel he wad na tak,
+ Nor wad he stay at hame;
+ But he's on to the Broadspear-hill,
+ To ding the dun deer doun. 20
+
+ Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,
+ And a little below the sun;
+ And there he spied the dun deer sleeping,
+ Aneath a buss o' brume.
+
+ Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap, 25
+ And he's woundit him in the side;
+ And atween the water and the wud
+ He laid the dun deer's pride.
+
+ They ate sae meikle o' the venison,
+ And drank sae meikle o' the blude, 30
+ That Johnie and his twa gray hunds,
+ Fell asleep in yonder wud.
+
+ By there cam a silly auld man,
+ And a silly auld man was he;
+ And he's aff to the proud foresters, 35
+ To tell what he did see.
+
+ "What news, what news, my silly auld man,
+ What news? come tell to me;"
+ "Na news, na news," said the silly auld man,
+ "But what my een did see. 40
+
+ "As I cam in by yon greenwud,
+ And doun amang the scrogs,
+ The bonniest youth that e'er I saw,
+ Lay sleeping atween twa dogs.
+
+ "The sark that he had on his back, 45
+ Was o' the Holland sma';
+ And the coat that he had on his back,
+ Was laced wi' gowd fu' braw."
+
+ Up bespak the first forester,
+ The first forester of a'-- 50
+ "And this be Johnie o' Cocklesmuir,
+ It's time we were awa."
+
+ Up bespak the niest forester,
+ The niest forester of a'--
+ "And this be Johnie Cocklesmuir, 55
+ To him we winna draw."
+
+ The first shot that they did shoot,
+ They woundit him on the thie;
+ Up bespak the uncle's son,--
+ "The niest will gar him die." 60
+
+ "Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,
+ Stand stout and dinna flee;
+ Stand fast, stand fast, my gude gray hunds,
+ And we will mak them die."
+
+ He has killed six o' the proud foresters, 65
+ And wounded the seventh sair;
+ He laid his leg out owre his steed,
+ Says, "I will kill na mair."
+
+
+
+
+THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 369.
+
+
+"This ballad appears to have been composed about the reign of James V.
+It commemorates a transaction supposed to have taken place betwixt a
+Scottish monarch and an ancestor of the ancient family of Murray of
+Philiphaugh, in Selkirkshire. The Editor is unable to ascertain the
+historical foundation of the tale; nor is it probable that any light can
+be thrown upon the subject, without an accurate examination of the
+family charter-chest....
+
+"The merit of this beautiful old tale, it is thought, will be fully
+acknowledged. It has been, for ages, a popular song in Selkirkshire. The
+scene is by the common people supposed to have been the Castle of Newark
+upon Yarrow. This is highly improbable, because Newark was always a
+royal fortress. Indeed, the late excellent antiquarian, Mr. Plummer,
+Sheriff-depute of Selkirkshire, has assured the Editor that he
+remembered the _insignia_ of the unicorns, &c., so often mentioned in
+the ballad, in existence upon the old Tower of Hangingshaw, the seat of
+the Philiphaugh family; although, upon first perusing a copy of the
+ballad, he was inclined to subscribe to the popular opinion. The Tower
+of Hangingshaw has been demolished for many years. It stood in a
+romantic and solitary situation, on the classical banks of the Yarrow.
+When the mountains around Hangingshaw were covered with the wild copse
+which constituted a Scottish forest, a more secure stronghold for an
+outlawed baron can scarcely be imagined.
+
+"The tradition of Ettrick Forest bears, that the outlaw was a man of
+prodigious strength, possessing a baton or club, with which he laid
+_lee_ (_i. e._ waste) the country for many miles round; and that he was
+at length slain by Buccleuch, or some of his clan, at a little mount,
+covered with fir-trees, adjoining to Newark Castle, and said to have
+been a part of the garden. A varying tradition bears the place of his
+death to have been near to the house of the Duke of Buccleuch's
+gamekeeper, beneath the castle; and that the fatal arrow was shot by
+Scott of Haining, from the ruins of a cottage on the opposite side of
+Yarrow. There were extant, within these twenty years, some verses of a
+song on his death. The feud betwixt the Outlaw and the Scots, may serve
+to explain the asperity with which the chieftain of that clan is handled
+in the ballad.
+
+"In publishing the following ballad, the copy principally resorted to is
+one apparently of considerable antiquity, which was found among the
+papers of the late Mrs. Cockburn of Edinburgh, a lady whose memory will
+be long honoured by all who knew her. Another copy, much more imperfect,
+is to be found in Glenriddel's MSS. The names are in this last miserably
+mangled, as is always the case when ballads are taken down from the
+recitation of persons living at a distance from the scenes in which they
+are laid. Mr. Plummer also gave the editor a few additional verses, not
+contained in either copy, which are thrown into what seemed their proper
+place. There is yet another copy in Mr. Herd's MSS., which has been
+occasionally made use of. Two verses are restored in the present
+edition, from the recitation of Mr. Mungo Park, whose toils during his
+patient and intrepid travels in Africa have not eradicated from his
+recollection the legendary lore of his native country."--S.
+
+Since the above was printed, Mr. Aytoun has published still another copy
+of this piece, (_Ballads of Scotland_, ii. 129,) from a manuscript in
+the Philiphaugh charter-chest. I cannot assent to the praise bestowed by
+Scott on _The Outlaw Murray_. The story lacks point, and the style is
+affected--not that of the unconscious poet of the real _traditional_
+ballad.
+
+ Ettricke Foreste is a feir foreste,
+ In it grows manie a semelie trie;
+ There's hart and hynd, and dae and rae,
+ And of a' wilde bestis grete plentie.
+
+ There's a feir castelle, bigged wi' lyme and stane;
+ O gin it stands not pleasauntlie! 6
+ In the fore front o' that castelle feir,
+ Twa unicorns are bra' to see:
+
+ There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,
+ And the grene hollin abune their brie: 10
+ There an Outlaw kepis five hundred men,
+ He keepis a royalle cumpanie.
+
+ His merryemen are a' in ae liverye clad,
+ O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see;
+ He and his ladye in purple clad, 15
+ O gin they lived not royallie!
+
+ Word is gane to our nobil King,
+ In Edinburgh where that he lay,
+ That there was an Outlaw in Ettricke Foreste,
+ Counted him nought, nor a' his courtrie gay. 20
+
+ "I make a vowe," then the gude King said,
+ "Unto the man that deir bought me,
+ I'se either be King of Ettricke Foreste,
+ Or King of Scotlande that Outlaw sall be!"
+
+ Then spake the lord hight Hamilton, 25
+ And to the nobil King said he,
+ "My sovereign prince, sum counsell take,
+ First at your nobilis, syne at me.
+
+ "I redd ye, send yon braw Outlaw till,
+ And see gif your man cum will he: 30
+ Desyre him cum and be your man,
+ And hald of you yon Foreste frie.
+
+ "Gif he refuses to do that,
+ We'll conquess baith his landis and he!
+ Or else, we'll throw his castell down, 35
+ And make a widowe o' his gaye ladye."
+
+ The King then call'd a gentleman,
+ James Boyd (the Earle of Arran his brother was he);[L38]
+ When James he cam before the King,
+ He knelit befor him on his kné. 40
+
+ "Wellcum, James Boyd!" said our nobil King,
+ "A message ye maun gang for me;
+ Ye maun hye to Ettricke Foreste,
+ To yon Outlaw, where bydeth he.
+
+ "Ask him of whom he haldis his landis, 45
+ Or man, wha may his master be,
+ And desyre him cum, and be my man,
+ And hald of me yon Foreste frie.
+
+ "To Edinburgh to cum and gang,
+ His safe warrant I sall gie; 50
+ And gif he refuses to do that,
+ We'll conquess baith his landis and he.
+
+ "Thou mayst vow I'll cast his castell down,
+ And mak a widowe o' his gaye ladye;
+ I'll hang his merryemen, payr by payr, 55
+ In ony frith where I may them see."
+
+ James Boyd tuik his leave o' the nobil King,
+ To Ettricke Foreste feir cam he;
+ Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam,
+ He saw the feir Foreste wi' his ee.[L60] 60
+
+ Baith dae and rae, and harte and hinde,
+ And of a' wilde bestis great plentie;
+ He heard the bows that bauldly ring,[L63]
+ And arrows whidderan' hym near bi.
+
+ Of that feir castell he got a sight; 65
+ The like he neir saw wi' his ee!
+ On the fore front o' that castell feir,
+ Twa unicorns were gaye to see;
+ The picture of a knight, and ladye bright,
+ And the grene hollin abune their brie. 70
+
+ Thereat he spyed five hundred men,
+ Shuting with bows on Newark Lee;
+ They were a' in ae livery clad,
+ O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see.
+
+ His men were a' clad in the grene, 75
+ The knight was armed capapie,
+ With a bended bow, on a milk-white steed,
+ And I wot they rank'd right bonnilie:
+ Thereby Boyd kend he was master man,
+ And served him in his ain degré. 80
+
+ "God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray!
+ Thy ladye, and all thy chyvalrie!"
+ "Marry, thou's wellcum, gentleman,
+ Some king's messenger thou seemis to be."
+
+ "The King of Scotlonde sent me here, 85
+ And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee;
+ I wad wot of whom ye hald your landis,
+ Or man, wha may thy master be?"
+
+ "Thir landis are MINE!" the Outlaw said;
+ "I ken nae king in Christentie; 90
+ Frae Soudron I this foreste wan,
+ When the King nor his knightis were not to see."
+
+ "He desyres you'l cum to Edinburgh,
+ And hauld of him this foreste fre;
+ And, gif ye refuse to do this, 95
+ He'll conquess baith thy landis and thee.
+ He hath vow'd to cast thy castell down,
+ And mak a widowe o' thy gaye ladye;
+
+ "He'll hang thy merryemen, payr by payr,
+ In ony frith where he may them finde." 100
+ "Ay, by my troth!" the Outlaw said,
+ "Than wauld I thinke me far behinde.
+
+ "Ere the King my feir countrie get,
+ This land that's nativest to me,
+ Mony o' his nobilis sall be cauld, 105
+ Their ladyes sall be right wearie."
+
+ Then spak his ladye, feir of face,
+ She seyd, "Without consent of me,
+ That an Outlaw suld come befor a King;
+ I am right rad of treasonrie. 110
+ Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,
+ For Edinburgh my lord sall nevir see."
+
+ James Boyd tuik his leave o' the Outlaw kene,
+ To Edinburgh boun is he;
+ When James he cam before the King, 115
+ He knelit lowlie on his kné.
+
+ "Welcum, James Boyd!" seyd our nobil King;
+ "What foreste is Ettricke Foreste frie?"
+ "Ettricke Foreste is the feirest foreste
+ That evir man saw wi' his ee. 120
+
+ "There's the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde,
+ And of a' wild bestis grete plentie;
+ There's a pretty castell of lyme and stane,
+ O gif it standis not pleasauntlie!
+
+ "There's in the fore front o' that castell, 125
+ Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see;
+ There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,
+ Wi' the grene hollin abune their brie.
+
+ "There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men,
+ He keepis a royalle cumpanie; 130
+ His merryemen in ae livery clad,
+ O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see:
+ He and his ladye in purple clad;
+ O gin they live not royallie!
+
+ "He says, yon foreste is his awin; 135
+ He wan it frae the Southronie;
+ Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it,
+ Contrair all kingis in Christentie."
+
+ "Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith,
+ Fife, up and downe, and Louthians three, 140
+ And graith my horse!" said our nobil King,
+ "For to Ettricke Forest hie will I me."
+
+ Then word is gane the Outlaw till,
+ In Ettricke Forest, where dwelleth he,
+ That the King was cuming to his cuntrie, 145
+ To conquess baith his landis and he.
+
+ "I mak a vow," the Outlaw said,
+ "I mak a vow, and that trulie,
+ Were there but three men to tak my pairt,
+ Yon King's cuming full deir suld be!" 150
+
+ Then messengers he called forth,
+ And bade them hie them speedilye--
+ "Ane of ye gae to Halliday,
+ The Laird of the Corehead is he.[L154]
+
+ "He certain is my sister's son; 155
+ Bid him cum quick and succour me!
+ The King cums on for Ettricke Foreste,
+ And landless men we a' will be."
+
+ "What news? What news?" said Halliday,
+ "Man, frae thy master unto me?" 160
+ "Not as ye wad: seeking your aide;
+ The King's his mortal enemie."
+
+ "Ay, by my troth!" said Halliday,
+ "Even for that it repenteth me;
+ For gif he lose feir Ettricke Foreste, 165
+ He'll tak feir Moffatdale frae me.
+
+ "I'll meet him wi' five hundred men,
+ And surely mair, if mae may be;
+ And before he gets the foreste feir,
+ We a' will die on Newark Lee!" 170
+
+ The Outlaw call'd a messenger,
+ And bid him hie him speedilye,
+ To Andrew Murray of Cockpool,[L173]
+ "That man's a deir cousin to me;
+ Desyre him cum, and make me aide, 175
+ With a' the power that he may be."
+
+ "It stands me hard," Andrew Murray said,
+ "Judge gif it stand na hard wi' me;
+ To enter against a king wi' crown,
+ And set my landis in jeopardie! 180
+ Yet, if I cum not on the day,
+ Surely at night he sall me see."
+
+ To Sir James Murray of Traquair,[L183]
+ A message came right speedilye--
+ "What news? What news?" James Murray said, 185
+ "Man, frae thy master unto me?"
+
+ "What neids I tell? for weel ye ken
+ The King's his mortal enemie;
+ And now he is cuming to Ettricke Foreste,
+ And landless men ye a' will be." 190
+
+ "And, by my trothe," James Murray said,
+ "Wi' that Outlaw will I live and die;
+ The King has gifted my landis lang syne--
+ It cannot be nae warse wi' me."
+
+ The King was cuming thro' Caddon Ford,[L195] 195
+ And full five thousand men was he;
+ They saw the derke Foreste them before,
+ They thought it awsome for to see.
+
+ Then spak the lord hight Hamilton,
+ And to the nobil King said he, 200
+ "My sovereign liege, sum council tak,
+ First at your nobilis, syne at me.
+
+ "Desyre him mete thee at Permanscore,
+ And bring four in his cumpanie;
+ Five Erles sall gang yoursell befor, 205
+ Gude cause that you suld honour'd be.
+
+ "And, gif he refuses to do that,
+ We'll conquess baith his landis and he;
+ There sall nevir a Murray, after him,
+ Hald land in Ettricke Foreste free." 210
+
+ Then spak the kene Laird of Buckscleuth,
+ A stalworthe man, and sterne was he--
+ "For a King to gang an Outlaw till,
+ Is beneath his state and his dignitie.
+
+ "The man that wons yon foreste intill, 215
+ He lives by reif and felonie!
+ Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege,
+ Wi' fire and sword we'll follow thee;
+ Or, gif your countrie lords fa' back,
+ Our Borderers sall the onset gie." 220
+
+ Then out and spak the nobil King,
+ And round him cast a wilie ee--
+ "Now, had thy tongue, Sir Walter Scott,
+ Nor speak of reif nor felonie:
+ For had every honest man his awin kye, 225
+ A right puir clan thy name wad be!"
+
+ The King then call'd a gentleman,
+ Royal banner-bearer there was he,
+ James Hoppringle of Torsonse, by name;
+ He cam and knelit upon his kné. 230
+
+ "Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse!
+ A message ye maun gang for me:
+ Ye maun gae to yon Outlaw Murray,
+ Surely where bauldly bideth he.
+
+ "Bid him mete me at Permanscore, 235
+ And bring four in his cumpanie;
+ Five erles sall cum wi' mysell,
+ Gude reason I suld honour'd be.
+
+ "And gif he refuses to do that,
+ Bid him luke for nae good o' me! 240
+ There sall nevir a Murray, after him,
+ Have land in Ettricke Foreste free."
+
+ James cam before the Outlaw kene,
+ And served him in his ain degré--
+ "Welcum, James Pringle of Torsonse! 245
+ What message frae the King to me?"
+
+ "He bids ye meet him at Permanscore,[L247]
+ And bring four in your cumpany;
+ Five erles sall gang himsell befor,
+ Nae mair in number will he be. 250
+
+ "And gif you refuse to do that,
+ (I freely here upgive wi' thee,)
+ He'll cast yon bonny castle down,
+ And make a widowe o' that gay ladye.
+
+ "He'll loose yon bluidhound Borderers, 255
+ Wi' fire and sword to follow thee;
+ There will nevir a Murray, after thysell,
+ Have land in Ettrick Foreste free."
+
+ "It stands me hard," the Outlaw said,
+ "Judge gif it stands na hard wi' me, 260
+ Wha reck not losing of mysell,
+ But a' my offspring after me.
+
+ "My merryemen's lives, my widowe's teirs--
+ There lies the pang that pinches me;
+ "When I am straught in bluidie eard, 265
+ Yon castell will be right dreirie.
+
+ "Auld Halliday, young Halliday,
+ Ye sall be twa to gang wi' me;
+ Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray,
+ We'll be nae mae in cumpanie." 270
+
+ When that they cam before the King,
+ They fell before him on their kné--
+ "Grant mercie, mercie, nobil King!
+ E'en for his sake that dyed on tree."
+
+ "Sicken like mercie sall ye have, 275
+ On gallows ye sall hangit be!"
+ "Over God's forbode," quoth the Outlaw then,
+ "I hope your grace will bettir be;
+ Else, ere you come to Edinburgh port,
+ I trow thin guarded sall ye be. 280
+
+ "Thir landis of Ettricke Foreste fair,
+ I wan them from the enemie;
+ Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them,
+ Contrair a' kingis in Christentie."
+
+ All the nobilis the King about, 285
+ Said pitie it were to see him dee--
+ "Yet grant me mercie, sovereign prince,
+ Extend your favour unto me!
+
+ "I'll give thee the keys of my castell,
+ Wi' the blessing o' my gay ladye, 290
+ Gin thou'lt make me sheriffe of this Foreste,
+ And a' my offspring after me."
+
+ "Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell,
+ Wi' the blessing of thy gaye ladye?
+ I'se make thee sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste. 295
+ Surely while upward grows the tree;
+ If you be not traitour to the King,
+ Forfaulted sall thou nevir be."
+
+ "But, Prince, what sall cum o' my men?
+ When I gae back, traitour they'll ca' me. 300
+ I had rather lose my life and land,
+ Ere my merryemen rebuked me."
+
+ "Will your merryemen amend their lives,
+ And a' their pardons I grant thee?
+ Now, name thy landis where'er they lie, 305
+ And here I RENDER them to thee."--
+
+ "Fair Philiphaugh is mine by right,
+ And Lewinshope still mine shall be;
+ Newark, Foulshiells, and Tinnies baith,
+ My bow and arrow purchased me. 310
+
+ "And I have native steads to me,
+ The Newark Lee and Hanginshaw;[L312]
+ I have mony steads in the forest schaw,
+ But them by name I dinna knaw."
+
+ The keys of the castell he gave the King, 315
+ Wi' the blessing o' his feir ladye;
+ He was made sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste,
+ Surely while upward grows the tree;
+ And if he was na traitour to the King,
+ Forfaulted he suld never be. 320
+
+ Wha ever heard, in ony times,
+ Sicken an outlaw in his degré,
+ Sic favour get befor a King,
+ As did the OUTLAW MURRAY of the Foreste free?
+
+38. Thomas Boyd, Earl of Arran, was forfeited, with his father and
+uncle, in 1469, for an attempt on the person of James III. He had a son,
+James, who was restored, and in favor with James IV. about 1482. If this
+be the person here meant, we should read, "The Earl of Arran his _son_
+was he." Glenriddel's copy reads, "a Highland laird I'm sure was he."
+Reciters sometimes call the messenger the Laird of Skene.--S.
+
+60. Birkendale Brae, now commonly called _Birkendailly_, is steep
+descent on the south side of Minch-moor, which separates Tweeddale from
+Ettrick Forest; and from the top of which we have the first view of the
+woods of Hangingshaw, the Castle of Newark, and the romantic dale of
+Yarrow.--S.
+
+63, Scott, _blows_: Aytoun, _bows_.
+
+154. This is a place at the head of Moffat-water, possessed of old by
+the family of Halliday.--S.
+
+173. This family were ancestors of the Murrays, Earls of Annandale; but
+the name of the representative, in the time of James IV., was William,
+not Andrew. Glenriddel's MS. reads, "the country-keeper."--S.
+
+183. Before the Barony of Traquair became the property of the Stewarts,
+it belonged to a family of Murrays, afterwards Murrays of Black-barony,
+and ancestors of Lord Elibank. The old castle was situated on the Tweed.
+The lands of Traquair were forfeited by Willielmus de Moravia, previous
+to 1464; for, in that year, a charter, proceeding upon his forfeiture,
+was granted by the crown to "Willielmo Douglas de Cluny." Sir James was,
+perhaps, the heir of William Murray. It would farther seem, that the
+grant in 1464 was not made effectual by Douglas; for another charter
+from the crown, dated the 3d February, 1478, conveys the estate of
+Traquair to James Stewart, Earl of Buchan, son of the Black Knight of
+Lorne, and maternal uncle to James III., from whom is descended the
+present Earl of Traquair. The first royal grant not being followed by
+possession, it is very possible that the Murrays may have continued to
+occupy Traquair long after the date of that charter. Hence, Sir James
+might have reason to say, as in the ballad, "The King has gifted my
+lands lang syne."--S.
+
+195, A ford on the Tweed, at the mouth of the Caddon Burn, near
+Yair.--S.
+
+247. Permanscore is a very remarkable hollow on the top of a high ridge
+of hills, dividing the vales of Tweed and Yarrow, a little to the
+eastward of Minch-moor. It is the outermost point of the lands of
+Broadmeadows. The Glenriddel MS., which, in this instance, is extremely
+inaccurate as to names, calls the place of rendezvous, "_The Poor Man's
+House_," and hints that the Outlaw was surprised by the treachery of the
+King:--
+
+ "Then he was aware of the King's coming,
+ With hundreds three in company,
+ 'I wot the muckle deel * * * * *
+ He learned Kingis to lie!
+ For to fetch me here frae amang my men,
+ Here, like a dog for to die.'"
+
+I believe the reader will think with me, that the catastrophe is better,
+as now printed from Mrs. Cockburn's copy. The deceit, supposed to be
+practised on the Outlaw, is unworthy of the military monarch, as he is
+painted in the ballad; especially if we admit him to be King James
+IV.--S.
+
+312. In this and the following verse, the ceremony of feudal investiture
+is supposed to be gone through, by the Outlaw resigning his possessions
+into the hands of the king, and receiving them back, to be held of him
+as superior. The lands of Philiphaugh are still possessed by the
+Outlaw's representative. Hangingshaw and Lewinshope were sold of late
+years. Newark, Foulshiels, and Tinnies, have long belonged to the family
+of Buccleuch.--S.
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.
+
+
+"Johnie Armstrong, of Gilnockie, the hero of the following ballad, is a
+noted personage, both in history and tradition. He was, it would seem
+from the ballad, a brother of the Laird of Mangertoun, chief of the
+name. His place of residence (now a roofless tower) was at the Hollows,
+a few miles from Langholm, where its ruins still serve to adorn a scene,
+which, in natural beauty, has few equals in Scotland. At the head of a
+desperate band of freebooters, this Armstrong is said to have spread the
+terror of his name almost as far as Newcastle, and to have levied
+black-mail, or protection and forbearance money, for many miles round.
+James V., of whom it was long remembered by his grateful people that he
+made the "rush-bush keep the cow," about 1529, undertook an expedition
+through the Border counties, to suppress the turbulent spirit of the
+Marchmen. But before setting out upon his journey, he took the
+precaution of imprisoning the different Border chieftains, who were the
+chief protectors of the marauders. The Earl of Bothwell was forfeited,
+and confined in Edinburgh Castle. The Lords of Home and Maxwell, the
+Lairds of Buccleuch, Fairniherst, and Johnston, with many others, were
+also committed to ward. Cockburn of Henderland, and Adam Scott of
+Tushielaw, called the King of the Border, were publicly
+executed.--LESLEY, p. 430. The King then marched rapidly forward, at the
+head of a flying army of ten thousand men, through Ettrick Forest and
+Ewsdale. The evil genius of our Johnie Armstrong, or, as others say, the
+private advice of some courtiers, prompted him to present himself before
+James, at the head of thirty-six horse, arrayed in all the pomp of
+Border chivalry. Pitscottie uses nearly the words of the ballad, in
+describing the splendor of his equipment, and his high expectations of
+favor from the King. "But James, looking upon him sternly, said to his
+attendants, 'What wants that knave that a king should have?' and ordered
+him and his followers to instant execution."--"But John Armstrong,"
+continues this minute historian, "made great offers to the King: That he
+should sustain himself, with forty gentlemen, ever ready at his service,
+on their own cost, without wronging any Scottishman: Secondly, that
+there was not a subject in England, duke, earl, or baron, but, within a
+certain day, he should bring him to his majesty, either quick or dead.
+At length, he seeing no hope of favor, said very proudly, 'It is folly
+to seek grace at a graceless face; but,' said he, 'had I known this, I
+should have lived upon the Borders in despite of King Harry and you
+both; for I know King Harry would _downweigh my best horse with gold_,
+to know that I were condemned to die this day."--PITSCOTTIE'S _History_,
+p. 145. Johnie and all his retinue were accordingly hanged upon growing
+trees, at a place called Carlenrig Chapel, about ten miles above Hawick,
+on the high road to Langholm. The country people believe, that, to
+manifest the injustice of the execution, the trees withered away.
+Armstrong and his followers were buried in a deserted churchyard, where
+their graves are still shown.
+
+"As this Border hero was a person of great note in his way, he is
+frequently alluded to by the writers of the time. Sir David Lindsay of
+the Mount, in the curious play published by Mr. Pinkerton, from the
+Bannatyne MS., introduces a pardoner, or knavish dealer in relics, who
+produces, among his holy rarities--
+
+ ----"The cordis, baith grit and lang,
+ Quhilk hangit Johnnie Armstrang,
+ Of gud hempt, soft and sound.
+ Gud haly pepill, I stand ford,
+ Quhavir beis hangit in this cord,
+ Neidis nevir to be dround!"
+
+ PINKERTON'S _Scottish Poems_, vol. ii. p. 69.
+
+"In _The Complaynt of Scotland_, John Armistrangis' dance, mentioned as
+a popular tune, has probably some reference to our hero." [See the
+_Musical Museum_, ed. 1853, vol. iv. p. 336.]--SCOTT'S _Minstrelsy_, i.
+402.
+
+The ballad as here given is to be found in _A Collection of Old
+Ballads_, 1723, vol. i. p. 170. The whole title is: _Johnny Armstrang's
+Last Good-night, shewing how John Armstrong, with his eightscore men,
+fought a bloody battle with the Scotch King at Edenborough_. It had
+previously appeared in _Wit Restor'd_, 1658, p. 123, in very good shape,
+except the want of some stanzas towards the end. It is in this form,
+says Motherwell, that the story is preserved in the mouths of the
+people. Nevertheless, Allan Ramsay has inserted in his _Evergreen_ quite
+a different version, taken down from the mouth of a gentleman of the
+name of Armstrong, "the sixth generation from this John," which the
+reciter maintained to be the genuine ballad, "and the common one false."
+
+Ramsay's copy is subjoined, and the imperfect edition from _Wit
+Restor'd_ finds a place in the Appendix.
+
+The following verses, generally styled _Armstrong's Good-night_, are
+said to have been composed by one of that tribe who was executed in 1601
+for the murder of Sir John Carmichael, Warden of the Middle Marches.
+They are from Johnson's _Museum_, p. 620, and are also found in Herd's
+_Scottish Songs_, ii. 182. In Buchan's _Ballads of the North of
+Scotland_, ii. 127, there is a twaddling piece called _The Last Guid
+Night_, which is a sort of imitation of these stanzas.
+
+ The night is my departing night,
+ The morn's the day I maun awa,
+ There's no a friend or fae of mine,
+ But wishes that I were awa.
+
+ What I hae done for lack o' wit
+ I never never can reca';
+ I trust ye're a' my friends as yet,
+ Gude night, and joy be wi' you a'.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Is there ever a man in all Scotland,
+ From the highest estate to the lowest degree,
+ That can shew himself now before our King?
+ Scotland is so full of treachery.
+
+ Yes, there is a man in Westmorland, 5
+ And Johnny Armstrong they do him call;
+ He has no lands nor rents coming in,
+ Yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall.
+
+ He has horses and harness for them all,
+ And goodly steeds that be milk-white, 10
+ With their goodly belts about their necks,
+ With hats and feathers all alike.
+
+ The King he writes a loving letter,
+ And with his own hand so tenderly,
+ And hath sent it unto Johnny Armstrong, 15
+ To come and speak with him speedily.
+
+ When John he look'd this letter upon,
+ He lok'd as blith as a bird in a tree;
+ "I was never before a King in my life,
+ My father, my grandfather, nor none of us three. 20
+
+ "But seeing we must go before the King,
+ Lord, we will go most gallantly;
+ Ye shall every one have a velvet coat,
+ Laid down with golden laces three.
+
+ "And every one shall have a scarlet cloak, 25
+ Laid down with silver laces five,
+ With your golden belts about your necks,
+ With hats and feathers all alike."
+
+ But when Johnny went from Giltnock-Hall,
+ The wind it blew hard, and full fast it did rain;
+ "Now fare thee well, thou Giltnock-Hall, 30
+ I fear I shall never see thee again."
+
+ Now Johnny he is to Edenborough gone,
+ With his eightscore men so gallantly,
+ And every one of them on a milk-white steed, 35
+ With their bucklers and swords hanging to their knee.
+
+ But when John came the King before,
+ With his eightscore men so gallant to see,
+ The King he mov'd his bonnet to him,
+ He thought he had been a king as well as he. 40
+
+ "O pardon, pardon, my sovereign liege,
+ Pardon for my eightscore men and me;
+ For my name, it is Johnny Armstrong,
+ And subject of yours, my liege," said he.
+
+ "Away with thee, thou false traytor, 45
+ No pardon will I grant to thee,
+ But to-morrow morning by eight of the clock,
+ I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee."
+
+ Then Johnny look'd over his left shoulder,
+ And to his merry men thus said he, 50
+ "I have asked grace of a graceless face,
+ No pardon there is for you and me."
+
+ Then John pull'd out his good broad sword,
+ That was made of the mettle so free;
+ Had not the King moved his foot as he did, 55
+ John had taken his head from his fair body.
+
+ "Come, follow me, my merry men all,
+ We will scorn one foot for to fly;
+ It shall never be said we were hang'd like dogs;
+ We will fight it out most manfully." 60
+
+ Then they fought on like champions bold,
+ For their hearts were sturdy, stout, and free;
+ 'Till they had kill'd all the King's good guard,--
+ There were none left alive but one, two, or three.
+
+ But then rose up all Edenborough, 65
+ They rose up by thousands three;
+ A cowardly Scot came John behind,
+ And run him through the fair body.
+
+ Said John, "Fight on, my merry men all,
+ I am a little wounded, but am not slain; 70
+ I will lay me down to bleed a while,
+ Then I'll rise and fight with you again."
+
+ Then they fought on like mad men all,
+ Till many a man lay dead on the plain,
+ For they were resolved before they would yield, 75
+ That every man would there be slain.
+
+ So there they fought couragiously,
+ 'Till most of them lay dead there and slain,
+ But little Musgrave, that was his foot-page,
+ With his bonny Grissel got away unta'n. 80
+
+ But when he came to Giltnock-Hall,
+ The Lady spy'd him presently;
+ "What news, what news, thou little foot-page,
+ What news from thy master, and his company?"
+
+ "My news is bad, Lady," he said, 85
+ "Which I do bring, as you may see,
+ My master Johnny Armstrong is slain,
+ And all his gallant company.
+
+ "Yet thou are welcome home, my bonny Grissel,
+ Full oft thou hast been fed with corn and hay, 90
+ But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine,
+ And thy sides shall be spurr'd no more, I say."
+
+ O then bespake his little son,
+ As he sat on his nurse's knee,
+ "If ever I live to be a man, 95
+ My father's death reveng'd shall be."
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.
+
+From Ramsay's _Evergreen_, ii. 190.
+
+
+ Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,
+ And sicklike men of hie degrie;
+ Of a gentleman I sing a sang,
+ Sumtyme calld Laird of Gilnockie.
+
+ The King he wrytes a luving letter, 5
+ With his ain hand sae tenderly,
+ And he hath sent it to Johny Armstrang,
+ To cum and speik with him speidily.
+
+ The Elliots and Armstrangs did convene,
+ They were a gallant company-- 10
+ "We'il ryde and meit our lawfull King,
+ And bring him safe to Gilnockie.
+
+ "Make kinnen and capon ready, then,
+ And venison in great plenty;
+ "We'il welcome hame our royal King; 15
+ I hope he'il dyne at Gilnockie!"
+
+ They ran their horse on the Langholme howm,[L17]
+ And brake their speirs with mekle main;
+ The ladys lukit frae their loft windows--
+ "God bring our men weil back again!" 20
+
+ When Johny came before the King,
+ With all his men so brave to see,
+ The King he movit his bonnet to him;
+ He wein'd he was a King as well as he.
+
+ "May I find grace, my sovereign liege, 25
+ Grace for my loyal men and me?
+ For my name it is Johny Armstrang,
+ And subject of yours, my liege," said he.
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out of my sicht sune mayst thou be![L30] 30
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!
+ And a bonny gift I will give to thee--
+ Full four-and-twenty milk-whyt steids, 35
+ Were a' foald in a yeir to me.
+
+ "I'll gie thee all these milk-whyt steids,
+ That prance and nicher at a speir;
+ With as mekle gude Inglis gilt,
+ As four of their braid backs dow beir." 40
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee!"
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King! 45
+ And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee--
+ Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills,
+ That gang throw a' the yeir to me.
+
+ "These four-and-twenty mills complete
+ Sall gang for thee throw all the yeir; 50
+ And as mekle of gude reid wheit,
+ As all thair happers dow to bear."
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe, 55
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!
+ And a great gift I'll gie to thee--
+ Bauld four-and-twenty sisters' sons,
+ Sall for thee fecht, tho all sould flee!" 60
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King! 65
+ And a brave gift I'll gie to thee--
+ All betwene heir and Newcastle town
+ Sall pay their yeirly rent to thee."
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be! 70
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Ye lied, ye lied, now, King," he says,
+ "Althocht a king and prince ye be!
+ For I luid naithing in all my lyfe, 75
+ I dare well say it, but honesty--
+
+ "But a fat horse, and a fair woman,
+ Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir;
+ But Ingland suld haif found me meil and malt,
+ Gif I had livd this hundred yeir! 80
+
+ "Scho suld haif found me meil and malt,
+ And beif and mutton in all plentie;
+ But neir a Scots wyfe could haif said,
+ That eir I skaithd her a pure flie.
+
+ "To seik het water beneth cauld yce, 85
+ Surely it is a great folie;
+ I haif asked grace at a graceles face,
+ But there is nane for my men and me!
+
+ "But had I kend, or I came frae hame,
+ How thou unkind wadst bene to me, 90
+ I wad haif kept the Border syde,
+ In spyte of all thy force and thee.
+
+ "Wist Englands King that I was tane,
+ O gin a blyth man wald he be!
+ For anes I slew his sisters son, 95
+ And on his breist-bane brak a tree."
+
+ John wore a girdle about his midle,
+ Imbroidred owre with burning gold,
+ Bespangled wi' the same mettle
+ Maist beautifull was to behold. 100
+
+ Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat,
+ And ilka an worth three hundred pound--
+ "What wants that knave that a King suld haif,
+ But the sword of honour and the crown?
+
+ "O whair gat thou these targats, Johnie, 105
+ That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?"
+ "I gat them in the field fechting,
+ Wher, cruel King, thou durst not be.
+
+ "Had I my horse, and harness gude,
+ And ryding as I wont to be, 110
+ It sould haif bene tald this hundred yeir,
+ The meiting of my King and me!
+
+ "God be withee, Kirsty, my brither,
+ Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun!
+ Lang mayst thou live on the Border syde, 115
+ Or thou se thy brither ryde up and doun.
+
+ "And God be withee, Kirsty, my son,
+ Whair thou sits on thy nursees knee!
+ But and thou live this hundred yeir,
+ Thy fathers better thou'lt never be. 120
+
+ Farweil, my bonny Gilnock-Hall,
+ Whair on Esk syde thou standest stout!
+ Gif I had leived but seven yeirs mair,
+ I wald haif gilt thee round about."
+
+ John murdred was at Carlinrigg, 125
+ And all his galant companie;
+ But Scotlands heart was never sae wae,
+ To see sae mony brave men die.
+
+ Because they savd their country deir
+ Frae Englishmen: nane were sae bauld, 130
+ Whyle Johnie livd on the Border syde,
+ Nane of them durst cum neir his hald.
+
+
+17. Langum hown.
+
+30. thou mayst sune.
+
+
+
+
+HUGHIE GRAHAM.
+
+
+Of the two editions of this ballad which follow, the first is taken from
+_The Scots Musical Museum_ (p. 312), to which it was contributed by
+Burns. Burns states that he obtained his copy from oral tradition in
+Ayrshire, but he had certainly retouched several stanzas (the ninth and
+tenth, says Cromek), and the third and eighth are entirely of his
+composition.
+
+The other copy is from the _Border Minstrelsy_, and consists of a
+version "long current in Selkirkshire" (procured for Scott by Mr.
+William Laidlaw), which also has been slightly improved by the pen of
+the editor.
+
+In the Appendix we have placed the story as it occurs in Durfey's _Pills
+to purge Melancholy_, and in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_. The seventeenth
+volume of the Percy Society Publications furnishes us with a Scottish
+version in which Sir Hugh is rescued and sent over the sea: _Scottish
+Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_, p. 73. These, we believe, are
+all the published forms of this ballad, unless we mention Mr. Allan
+Cunningham's _réchauffé_ of Burns, in his _Songs of Scotland_, i. 327.
+
+"According to _tradition_," says Mr. Stenhouse, "Robert Aldridge, Bishop
+of Carlisle, about the year 1560, seduced the wife of Hugh Graham, one
+of those bold and predatory chiefs who so long inhabited what was called
+the Debatable Land, on the English and Scottish border. Graham, being
+unable to bring so powerful a prelate to justice, in revenge made an
+excursion into Cumberland, and carried off _inter alia_, a fine mare
+belonging to the bishop (!) but being closely pursued by Sir John
+Scroope, warden of Carlisle, with a party on horseback, was apprehended
+near Solway Moss, and carried to Carlisle, where he was tried and
+convicted of felony. Great intercessions were made to save his life; but
+the bishop, it is said, being determined to remove the chief obstacle to
+his guilty passions, remained inexorable, and poor Graham fell a victim
+to his own indiscretion and his wife's infidelity. Anthony Wood observes
+that there were many changes in this prelate's time, both in church and
+state, but that he retained his offices and preferments during them
+all."--_Musical Museum_, iv. 297.
+
+
+ Our lords are to the mountains gane,
+ A hunting o' the fallow deer,
+ And they hae gripet Hughie Graham,
+ For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.
+
+ And they hae tied him hand and foot, 5
+ And led him up thro' Stirling town;
+ The lads and lasses met him there,
+ Cried, "Hughie Graham, thou art a loun."
+
+ "O lowse my right hand free," he says,
+ "And put my braid sword in the same, 10
+ He's no in Stirling town this day,
+ Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham."
+
+ Up then bespake the brave Whitefoord,
+ As he sat by the bishop's knee,
+ "Five hundred white stots I'll gie you, 15
+ If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free."
+
+ "O haud your tongue," the bishop says,
+ "And wi' your pleading let me be;
+ For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
+ Hughie Graham this day shall die." 20
+
+ Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord,
+ As she sat by the bishop's knee;
+ "Five hundred white pence I'll gie you,
+ If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me."
+
+ "O haud your tongue now, lady fair, 25
+ And wi' your pleading let it be;
+ Altho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
+ It's for my honour he maun die."
+
+ They've taen him to the gallows knowe,
+ He looked to the gallows tree, 30
+ Yet never colour left his cheek,
+ Nor ever did he blin' his e'e.
+
+ At length he looked round about,
+ To see whatever he could spy,
+ And there he saw his auld father, 35
+ And he was weeping bitterly.
+
+ "O haud your tongue, my father dear.
+ And wi' your weeping let it be;
+ Thy weeping's sairer on my heart, 40
+ Than a' that they can do to me.
+
+ "And ye may gie my brother John
+ My sword that's bent in the middle clear,
+ And let him come at twelve o'clock,
+ And see me pay the bishop's mare.
+
+ "And ye may gie my brother James 45
+ My sword that's bent in the middle brown,
+ And bid him come at four o'clock,
+ And see his brother Hugh cut down.
+
+ "Remember me to Maggy, my wife,
+ The niest time ye gang o'er the moor; 50
+ Tell her, she staw the bishop's mare,
+ Tell her, she was the bishop's whore.
+
+ "And ye may tell my kith and kin
+ I never did disgrace their blood,
+ And when they meet the bishop's cloak, 55
+ To mak it shorter by the hood."
+
+
+
+
+HUGHIE THE GRĈME.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 110.
+
+
+ Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane,
+ He has ridden o'er moss and muir;
+ And he has grippet Hughie the Grĉme,
+ For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.
+
+ "Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be! 5
+ Here hangs a broadsword by my side;
+ And if that thou canst conquer me,
+ The matter it may soon be tryed."
+
+ "I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief;
+ Although thy name be Hughie the Grĉme, 10
+ "I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds,
+ If God but grant me life and time."
+
+ "Then do your worst now, good Lord Scroope,
+ And deal your blows as hard as you can;
+ It shall be tried within an hour, 15
+ Which of us two is the better man."
+
+ But as they were dealing their blows so free,
+ And both so bloody at the time,
+ Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall,
+ All for to take brave Hughie the Grĉme. 20
+
+ Then they hae grippit Hughie the Grĉme,
+ And brought him up through Carlisle town;
+ The lasses and lads stood on the walls,
+ Crying, "Hughie the Grĉme, thou'se ne'er gae down!"
+
+ Then they hae chosen a jury of men, 25
+ The best that were in Carlisle town;
+ And twelve of them cried out at once,
+ "Hughie the Grĉme, thou must gae down!"
+
+ Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
+ As he sat by the judge's knee, 30
+ "Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,
+ If you'll grant Hughie the Grĉme to me."
+
+ "O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume,
+ Forsooth and sae it mauna be;
+ For were there but three Grĉmes of the name, 35
+ They suld be hanged a' for me."
+
+ 'Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,
+ As she sat by the judge's knee,
+ "A peck of white pennies, my good lord judge,
+ If you'll grant Hughie the Grĉme to me." 40
+
+ "O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,
+ Forsooth and so it must na be;
+ Were he but the one Grĉme of the name,
+ He suld be hanged high for me."
+
+ "If I be guilty," said Hughie the Grĉme, 45
+ "Of me my friends shall have small talk;"
+ And he has louped fifteen feet and three,
+ Though his hands they were tied behind his back.
+
+ He looked over his left shoulder,
+ And for to see what he might see; 50
+ There was he aware of his auld father,
+ Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.
+
+ "O hald your tongue, my father," he says,
+ "And see that ye dinna weep for me!
+ For they may ravish me o' my life, 55
+ But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.
+
+ "Fair ye weel, fair Maggie, my wife!
+ The last time we came ower the muir,
+ 'Twas thou bereft me of my life,
+ And wi' the Bishop thou play'd the whore. 60
+
+ "Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword,
+ That is made o' the metal sae fine;
+ And when thou comest to the English side,
+ Remember the death of Hughie the Grĉme."
+
+
+
+
+KINMONT WILLIE.
+
+
+In the year 1596, Mr. Salkeld, the deputy of Lord Scroope, the English
+warden of the West Marches, and Robert Scott, the representative of the
+Laird of Buccleuch, then keeper of Liddesdale, held a meeting on the
+border line of the kingdoms, according to the custom of the times, for
+the purpose of arranging such differences, and redressing such
+grievances, as either party might have to allege. On these occasions a
+truce was always proclaimed, inviolable on pain of death, from the day
+of the meeting to the next day at sunrise. After the conference in
+question, as William Armstrong of Kinmonth, a notorious freebooter,
+whose ordinary style was Kinmont Willie, was returning to his home,
+accompanied by only three or four persons, he was pursued by a couple of
+hundred Englishmen, taken prisoner, and in contravention of the truce,
+lodged in the castle of Carlisle. The Laird of Buccleuch sought to
+obtain the enfranchisement of his client and retainer, through the
+mediation, first of the English warden, and then of the Scottish
+ambassador. Receiving no satisfaction, he took the matter into his own
+hands, raised a party of two hundred horse, surprised the castle of
+Carlisle, and carried off the prisoner by main force. This dashing
+achievement was performed on the 13th of April, 1596.
+
+According to a rhymester who celebrated the daring feat of Buccleuch
+about a hundred years later, Kinmont Willie was a descendant of Johnie
+Armstrong of Gilnockie.
+
+Interesting details of the surprise of the castle, and further notices
+of Kinmont Willie are given by Scott in the _Border Minstrelsy_ (ii.
+32), where the ballad was first published.
+
+"This ballad is preserved," says Scott, "on the West Borders, but much
+mangled by reciters, so that some conjectural emendations have been
+absolutely necessary to render it intelligible."
+
+
+ O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?
+ O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroope?
+ How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie,
+ On Haribee to hang him up?[L4]
+
+ Had Willie had but twenty men, 5
+ But twenty men as stout as he,
+ Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en,
+ Wi' eight score in his cumpanie.
+
+ They band his legs beneath the steed,
+ They tied his hands behind his back; 10
+ They guarded him, fivesome on each side,
+ And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
+
+ They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,[L13]
+ And also thro' the Carlisle sands;
+ They brought him to Carlisle castell, 15
+ To be at my Lord Scroope's commands.
+
+ "My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,
+ And whae will dare this deed avow?
+ Or answer by the Border law?
+ Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?" 20
+
+ "Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!
+ There's never a Scot shall set thee free:
+ Before ye cross my castle yate,
+ I trow ye shall take farewell o' me."
+
+ "Fear na ye that, my lord," quo' Willie: 25
+ "By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroope," he said,
+ "I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,
+ But I paid my lawing before I gaed."
+
+ Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,
+ In Branksome Ha' where that he lay, 30
+ That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie,
+ Between the hours of night and day.
+
+ He has ta'en the table wi' his hand,
+ He garr'd the red wine spring on hie--
+ "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, 35
+ "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
+
+ "O is my basnet a widow's curch?
+ Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?
+ Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand,
+ That an English lord should lightly me! 40
+
+ "And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,
+ Against the truce of Border tide,
+ And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+ Is keeper here on the Scottish side?
+
+ "And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, 45
+ Withouten either dread or fear,
+ And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+ Can back a steed, or shake a spear?
+
+ "O were there war between the lands,
+ As well I wot that there is none, 50
+ I would slight Carlisle castell high,
+ Though it were builded of marble stone.
+
+ "I would set that castell in a low,
+ And sloken it with English blood!
+ There's never a man in Cumberland, 55
+ Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.
+
+ "But since nae war's between the lands,
+ And there is peace, and peace should be;
+ I'll neither harm English lad or lass,
+ And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!" 60
+
+ He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld,
+ I trow they were of his ain name,
+ Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd
+ The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.
+
+ He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, 65
+ Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch;
+ With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,
+ And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.
+
+ There were five and five before them a',
+ Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright: 70
+ And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,
+ Like warden's men, array'd for fight.
+
+ And five and five, like a mason gang,
+ That carried the ladders lang and hie;
+ And five and five, like broken men; 75
+ And so they reach'd the Woodhouselee.[L76]
+
+ And as we cross'd the Bateable Land,
+ When to the English side we held,
+ The first o' men that we met wi',
+ Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde? 80
+
+ "Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?"
+ Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"
+ "We go to hunt an English stag,
+ Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie."
+
+ "Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?" 85
+ Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!"
+ "We go to catch a rank reiver,
+ Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch."
+
+ "Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,
+ Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?" 90
+ "We gang to herry a corbie's nest,
+ That wons not far frae Woodhouselee."
+
+ "Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?"
+ Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"
+ Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, 95
+ And the nevir a word of lear had he.
+
+ "Why trespass ye on the English side?
+ Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he;
+ The nevir a word had Dickie to say,
+ Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie. 100
+
+ Then on we held for Carlisle toun,
+ And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;[L102]
+ The water was great and meikle of spait,
+ But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.
+
+ And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank, 105
+ The wind was rising loud and hie;
+ And there the Laird garr'd leave our steeds,
+ For fear that they should stamp and nie.
+
+ And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,
+ The wind began full loud to blaw; 110
+ But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,
+ When we came beneath the castle wa'.
+
+ We crept on knees, and held our breath,
+ Till we placed the ladders against the wa';
+ And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell 115
+ To mount the first before us a'.
+
+ He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,
+ He flung him down upon the lead--
+ "Had there not been peace between our lands,
+ Upon the other side thou hadst gaed! 120
+
+ "Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch;
+ "Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!"
+ Then loud the warden's trumpet blew--
+ _O wha dare meddle wi' me_?[L124]
+
+ Then speedilie to wark we gaed, 125
+ And raised the slogan ane and a',
+ And cut a hole through a sheet of lead,
+ And so we wan to the castle ha'.
+
+ They thought King James and a' his men
+ Had won the house wi' bow and spear; 130
+ It was but twenty Scots and ten,
+ That put a thousand in sic a stear!
+
+ Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers,
+ We garr'd the bars bang merrilie,
+ Until we came to the inner prison, 135
+ Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.
+
+ And when we cam to the lower prison,
+ Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie--
+ "O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
+ Upon the morn that thou's to die?" 140
+
+ "O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,
+ It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me;
+ Gie my service back to my wife and bairns,
+ And a' gude fellows that spier for me."
+
+ Then Red Rowan has hente him up, 145
+ The starkest man in Teviotdale--
+ "Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,
+ Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.
+
+ "Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!
+ My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried-- 150
+ "I'll pay you for my lodging maill,
+ When first we meet on the Border side."
+
+ Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,
+ We bore him down the ladder lang;
+ At every stride Red Rowan made, 155
+ I wot the Kinmont's airns play'd clang.
+
+ "O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,
+ "I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;
+ But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
+ I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode. 160
+
+ "And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,
+ "I've prick'd a horse out oure the furs;
+ But since the day I back'd a steed,
+ I never wore sic cumbrous spurs."
+
+ We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, 165
+ When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
+ And a thousand men on horse and foot
+ Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.
+
+ Buccleuch has turn'd to Eden Water,
+ Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim, 170
+ And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,
+ And safely swam them through the stream.
+
+ He turn'd him on the other side,
+ And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he--
+ "If ye like na my visit in merry England, 175
+ In fair Scotland come visit me!"
+
+ All sore astonish'd stood Lord Scroope,
+ He stood as still as rock of stane;
+ He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
+ When through the water they had gane. 180
+
+ "He is either himsell a devil frae hell,
+ Or else his mother a witch maun be;
+ I wadna have ridden that wan water
+ For a' the gowd in Christentie."
+
+4. Haribee is the place of execution at Carlisle.--S.
+
+13. The Liddel-rack is a ford on the Liddel.--S.
+
+76. A house on the Border, belonging to Buccleuch.--S.
+
+102. Eden has been substituted for Eske, the latter
+name being inconsistent with geography.--S.
+
+124. The name of a Border tune.--S.
+
+
+
+
+DICK O' THE COW.
+
+From Caw's _Poetical Museum_, p. 22.
+
+
+The personage from whom this ballad is named was jester to Lord Scroop,
+who was warden of the West Marches of England from 1590 to 1603. The
+Laird's Jock, that is John, the son of the Laird of Mangerton, "appears
+as one of the _men of name_ in Liddesdale, in the list of the Border
+Clans, 1597."
+
+_Dick o' the Cow_ is closely connected with _Jock o' the Side_ and
+_Hobie Noble_, which follow shortly after. All three were first printed
+in Caw's _Museum_, and seem to have been contributed by a Mr. Elliot, a
+Liddesdale gentleman, to whom Sir W. Scott acknowledges many
+obligations. We are told that both _Dick o' the Cow_ and _Jock o' the
+Side_ were until lately so popular in Liddesdale with all classes of
+people, that they were invariably sung, from beginning to end, at every
+festive meeting.
+
+The ballad of _Dick o' the Cow_ was well known in England as early as
+1596.
+
+"An allusion to it likewise occurs in PARROT'S _Laquei Ridiculosi_, or
+_Springes for Woodcocks_; London, 1613.
+
+ "Owenus wondreth since he came to Wales,
+ What the description of this isle should be,
+ That nere had seen but mountains, hills, and dales,
+ Yet would he boast, and stand on pedigree,
+ From Rice ap Richard, sprung from _Dick a Cow_,
+ Be cod, was right gud gentleman, look ye now!"
+
+ _Epigr. 76._--SCOTT.
+
+
+ Now Liddisdale has lyan lang in,
+ There is nae riding there at a';
+ The horses are grown sae lidder fat,
+ They downa stur out o' the sta'.
+
+ Then Johnie Armstrong to Willie can say-- 5
+ "Billie, a riding then we'll gae;
+ England and us has been lang at a feid;
+ Ablins we'll hit on some bootie."
+
+ Then they're com'd on to Hutton Ha',
+ They rade the proper place about; 10
+ But the laird he was the wiser man,
+ For he had left nae gear without.
+
+ Then he had left nae gear to steal,
+ Except sax sheep upon a lee:
+ Quo' Johnie--"I'd rather in England die, 15
+ Ere thir sax sheep gae t' Liddisdale wi' me.
+
+ "But how ca'd they the man we last met,
+ Billie, as we cam o'er the know?"
+ "That same he is an innocent fool,
+ And some men ca' him Dick o' the Cow." 20
+
+ "That fool has three as good ky o' his ain,
+ As there's in a' Cumberland, billie," quo' he:
+ "Betide me life, betide me death,
+ These three ky shall gae t' Liddisdale wi' me."
+
+ Then they're com'd on to the poor fool's house, 25
+ And they hae broken his wa's sae wide;
+ They have loos'd out Dick o' the Cow's three ky,
+ And tane three co'erlets aff his wife's bed.
+
+ Then on the morn, whan the day was light,
+ The shouts and cries rose loud and hie: 30
+ "O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,
+ "And o' thy crying let me be!
+
+ "O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,
+ "And of thy crying let me be;
+ And aye that where thou wants a cow, 35
+ In good sooth I'll bring thee three."
+
+ Then Dickie's com'd on for's lord and master,
+ And I wat a dreirie fool was he;
+ "Now had thy tongue, my fool," he says,
+ "For I may not stand to jest wi' thee." 40
+
+ "Shame speed a' your jesting, my lord!" quo' Dickie,
+ "For nae sic jesting grees wi' me;
+ Liddisdale's been i' my house last night,
+ And they hae tane my three ky frae me.
+
+ "But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell, 45
+ To be your poor fool and your leal,
+ Unless ye gi' me leave, my lord,
+ T' gae t' Liddisdale and steal."
+
+ "I gi' thee leave, my fool," he says;
+ "Thou speakest against my honour and me, 50
+ Unless thou gi' me thy trowth and thy hand,
+ Thou'lt steal frae nane but wha sta' frae thee."
+
+ "There is my trowth, and my right hand!
+ My head shall hang on Hairibee,[L54]
+ I'll near cross Carlisle sands again, 55
+ If I steal frae a man but wha sta' frae me."
+
+ Dickie's tane leave at lord and master,
+ And I wat a merry fool was he;
+ He's bought a bridle and a pair o' new spurs,
+ And pack'd them up in his breek thigh. 60
+
+ Then Dickie's come on for Pudding-burn,[L61]
+ E'en as fast as he might drie;
+ Now Dickie's come on for Pudding-burn,
+ Where there were thirty Armstrongs and three.
+
+ "O what's this com'd o' me now?" quo' Dickie; 65
+ "What meikle wae's this happen'd o' me? quo' he;
+ Where here is but ae innocent fool,
+ And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!"
+
+ Yet he's com'd up to the ha' amang them a',
+ Sae weil he's became his curtesie! 70
+ "Weil may ye be, my good Laird's Jock!
+ But the de'il bless a' your companie.
+
+ "I'm come to 'plain o' your man, fair Johnie Armstrong,
+ And syne o' his billie Willie," quo' he;
+ "How they hae been i' my house the last night, 75
+ And they hae tane my three ky frae me."
+
+ Quo' Johnie Armstrong, "We will him hang;"
+ "Na then," quo' Willie, "we'll him slae;"
+ But up and bespake anither young man,
+ "We'll gie 'im his batts, and let him gae." 80
+
+ Then up and bespake the good Laird's Jock,
+ The best falla in a' the companie;
+ "Sit thy ways down a little while, Dickie,
+ And a piece o' thy ain cow's hough I'll gi' thee."
+
+ But Dickie's heart it grew sae great, 85
+ That ne'er a bit o't he dought to eat;
+ Then Dickie was ware o' an auld peat-house,
+ Where a' the night he thought for to sleep.
+
+ Then Dickie was ware o' an auld peat-house,
+ Where a' the night he thought for to ly; 90
+ And a' the prayers the poor fool pray'd,
+ "I wish I had amense for my ain three ky!"
+
+ Then it was the use of Pudding-burn,
+ And the house of Mangerton, all haill,[L94]
+ These that cam na at the first ca', 95
+ They got nae mair meat t' the neist meal.
+
+ The lads, that hungry and weary were,
+ Aboon the door-head they hang the key;
+ Dickie he took good notice to that,
+ Says--"There's a bootie yonder for me." 100
+
+ Then Dickie into the stable is gane,
+ Where there stood thirty horses and three;
+ He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot,[L103]
+ A' these horses but barely three.
+
+ He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot, 105
+ A' these horses but barely three;
+ He's loupen on ane, tane anither in hand,
+ And out at the door and gane is Dickie.
+
+ Then on the morn, whan the day grew light,
+ The shouts and cries rose loud and hie-- 110
+ "O where's that thief?" quo' the good Laird's Jock,
+ "Tell me the truth and the veritie!"
+
+ "O where's that thief?" quo' the good Laird's Jock;
+ "See unto me ye dinna lie!"--
+ "Dickie's been i' the stable last night, 115
+ And has my brother's horse and mine frae me."
+
+ "Ye wad ne'er be tall'd," quo' the good Laird's Jock;
+ "Have ye not found my tales fu' leel?
+ Ye wad ne'er out o' England bide,
+ Till crooked, and blind, and a' wad steal." 120
+
+ "But lend me thy bay," Johnie Armstrong can say;
+ "There's nae horse loose in the stable but he;
+ And I'll either bring Dick o' the Cow again,
+ Or the day is come that he shall die."
+
+ "To lend thee my bay!" the Laird's Jock can say, 125
+ "He's worth baith goud and good monie:
+ Dick o' the Cow has away twa horse:
+ I wish na thou may make him three."
+
+ He's tane the laird's jack on his back,
+ A twa-handed sword that hang by his thigh; 130
+ He's tane the steel cap on his head,
+ And on is he gane to follow Dickie.
+
+ Then Dickie was na a mile aff the town,
+ I wat a mile but barely three,
+ Till he's o'ertane by Johnie Armstrong, 135
+ Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.[L136]
+
+ "Abide, abide now, Dickie, than,
+ The day is come that thou maun die;"
+ Then Dickie look'd o'er his left shoulder,
+ "Johnie, has thou any moe in companie? 140
+
+ "There is a preacher in our chapel,
+ And a' the lee-lang day teaches he:
+ Whan day is gane and night is come,
+ There's ne'er ae word I mark but three.
+
+ "The first and second is--Faith and Conscience; 145
+ The third--Ne'er let a traitour free:
+ But, Johnie, what faith and conscience hadst thou,
+ Whan thou took my three ky frae me?
+
+ "And when thou had tane away my three ky,
+ Thou thought in thy heart thou was no well sped, 150
+ But sent thy billie Willie o'er the know,
+ And he took three co'erlets aff my wife's bed."
+
+ Then Johnie let a spear fa' laigh by his thigh,
+ Thought weil to hae slain the innocent, I trow;
+ But the powers above were mair than he, 155
+ For he ran but the poor fool's jerkin through.
+
+ Together they ran, or ever they blan,
+ This was Dickie the fool and he;
+ Dickie coud na win to him wi' the blade o' the sword,
+ But feld 'im wi' the plumet under the eie. 160
+
+ Now Dickie has feld fair Johnie Armstrong,
+ The prettiest man in the south countrie;
+ "Gramercy!" then can Dickie say,
+ "I had but twa horse, thou has made me three."
+
+ He has tane the laird's jack aff his back, 165
+ The twa-handed sword that hang by his thigh;
+ He has tane the steel cap aff his head--
+ "Johnie, I'll tell my master I met wi' thee."
+
+ When Johnie wakened out o' his dream,
+ I wat a drierie man was he: 170
+ "And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?
+ The shame gae in thy companie!
+
+ "And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?
+ The shame gae in thy companie!
+ For if I should live this hundred years, 175
+ I ne'er shall fight wi' a fool after thee."
+
+ Then Dickie's come hame to lord and master,
+ E'en as fast as he may drie;
+ "Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink,
+ Till hie hanged thou shalt be." 180
+
+ "The shame speed the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;
+ "That was no the promise ye made to me!
+ For I'd ne'er gane t' Liddisdale t' steal,
+ Till I had got my leave at thee."
+
+ "But what gard thou steal the Laird's Jock's horse? 185
+ And, limmer, what gard thou steal him?" quo' he;
+ "For lang might thou in Cumberland dwelt,
+ Ere the Laird's Jock had stawn frae thee."[L188]
+
+ "Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord!
+ And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie! 190
+ I wan him frae his man, fair Johnie Armstrong,
+ Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.
+
+ "There's the jack was on his back,
+ This twa-handed sword that hang laigh by his thigh,
+ And there's the steel cap was on his head; 195
+ I hae a' these takens to let thee see."
+
+ "If that be true thou to me tells,
+ (I trow thou dare na tell a lie,)
+ I'll gi' thee twenty punds for the good horse,
+ Weil tel'd in thy cloak lap shall be. 200
+
+ "And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky,
+ To maintain thy wife and children three;
+ And that may be as good, I think,
+ As ony twa o' thine might be."
+
+ "The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie; 205
+ "Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?
+ I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse,
+ Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me."
+
+ He's gi'en him thirty punds for the good horse,
+ All in goud and good monie; 210
+ He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky,
+ To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+ Then Dickie's came down through Carlisle town,
+ E'en as fast as he might drie:
+ The first o' men that he met with, 215
+ Was my Lord's brother, Bayliff Glozenburrie.
+
+ "Weil may ye be, my gude Ralph Scroope!"--
+ "Welcome, my brother's fool!" quo' he:
+ "Where did thou get fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?"
+ "Where did I get him, but steal him," quo' he. 220
+
+ "But wilt thou sell me fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?
+ And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?" quo' he:
+ "Aye, and tell me the monie on my cloak lap:
+ For there's no ae fardin I'll trust thee."
+
+ "I'll gi' thee fifteen punds for the good horse, 225
+ Weil tel'd on thy cloak lap shall be;
+ And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky,
+ To maintain thy wife and children three."
+
+ "The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie;
+ "Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?" quo' he; 230
+ "I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse,
+ Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me."
+
+ He's gi'en him thirty punds for the gude horse,
+ All in goud and good monie;
+ He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky, 235
+ To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+ Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie,
+ And I wat a loud laugh laughed he--
+ "I wish the neck o' the third horse were broken,
+ For I hae a better o' my ain, if better can be." 240
+
+ Then Dickie's com'd hame to his wife again,
+ Judge ye how the poor fool sped;
+ He has gi'en her three score English punds,
+ For the three auld co'erlets was tane aff her bed.
+
+ "Hae, tak thee these twa as good ky, 245
+ I trow, as a' thy three might be;
+ And yet here is [a] white-footed nagie,
+ I think he'll carry baith thee and me.
+
+ "But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide;
+ The Armstrongs they'll hang me hie:"-- 250
+ So Dickie's tane leave at lord and master,
+ And [at] Burgh under Stanmuir there dwells he.
+
+54. The place of execution at Carlisle.--P. M.
+
+61. This was a house of strength held by the Armstrongs. The ruins at
+present form a sheep-fold on the farm of Reidsmoss, belonging to the
+Duke of Buccleuch.--S.
+
+94. The Laird of Mangerton was chief of the clan Armstrong--S.
+
+103. Hamstringing a horse is termed, in the Border dialect, _tying him
+with St. Mary's knot_. Dickie used this cruel expedient to prevent a
+pursuit. It appears from the narration, that the horses left unhurt,
+belonged to fair Johnie Armstrang, his brother Willie, and the Laird's
+Jock--of which Dickie carried off two, and left that of the Laird's
+Jock, probably out of gratitude for the protection he had afforded him
+on his arrival.--S.
+
+136. A rising-ground on Cannobie, on the borders of Liddesdale.--P. M.
+
+188. The commendation of the Laird's Jock's honesty seems but
+indifferently founded; for, in July, 1586, a bill was fouled against
+him, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the Deputy of Bewcastle, at a
+warden-meeting, for 400 head of cattle taken in open foray from the
+Drysike in Bewcastle: and in September, 1587, another complaint appears
+at the instance of one Andrew Rutlege of the Nook, against the Laird's
+Jock, and his accomplices, for 50 kine and oxen, besides furniture, to
+the amount of 100 merks sterling. See Bell's MSS., as quoted in the
+_History of Cumberland and Westmoreland_. In Sir Richard Maitland's poem
+against the thieves of Liddesdale, he thus commemorates the Laird's
+Jock:--
+
+ "They spuilye puir men of their pakis,
+ They leif them nocht on bed nor bakis:
+ Baith hen and cok,
+ With reil and rok,
+ The _Lairdis Jock_
+ All with him takis."--S.
+
+
+
+
+JOCK O' THE SIDE.
+
+From Caw's _Poetical Museum_, p. 145.
+
+
+The rescue of a prisoner from the hands of justice was a very favourite
+subject with ballad-makers, and, it is to be feared, no uncommon event
+in the actual experience of the police of former days. We have in the
+fifth volume seen how such an affair was conducted by Robin Hood and
+his associates; and in _Kinmont Willie_ have had an authenticated
+account of a remarkable exploit of this description at the close of the
+reign of Elizabeth. The two ballads which follow have this same theme;
+but only the authority of tradition. _Jock o' the Side_ has one
+circumstance in common with _Kinmont Willie_--the daring passage of the
+river: with _Archie of Ca'field_ it agrees throughout.
+
+Jock o' the Side would seem to have been nephew to the Laird of
+Mangertoun (the chief of the clan Armstrong), and consequently cousin to
+the Laird's Jock. Scott suggests that he was probably brother to
+Christie of the Syde, mentioned in the list of Border clans, 1597. Both
+of these worthies receive special notice in Maitland's complaint
+_Against the Thieves of Liddisdale_.
+
+ "He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde;
+ A greater thief did never ryde;
+ He nevir tyris
+ For to brek byris,
+ Our muir and myris
+ Ouir gude ane guide."
+
+Scott has pointed out that Jock o' the Side assisted the Earl of
+Westmoreland in his escape after his insurrection with the Earl of
+Northumberland, in the twelfth year of Elizabeth.
+
+ "Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,
+ But I wat they had better staid at hame;
+ For Mitchel o' Winfield he is dead,
+ And my son Johnie is prisoner ta'en."
+
+ For Mangerton-House Auld Downie is gane, 5
+ Her coats she has kilted up to her knee;
+ And down the water wi' speed she rins,
+ While tears in spaits fa' fast frae her eie.
+
+ Then up and bespake the Lord Mangerton,
+ "What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?" 10
+ "Bad news, bad news, my Lord Mangerton;
+ Mitchel is kill'd, and tane they hae my son Johnie."
+
+ "Ne'er fear, sister Downie," quo' Mangerton;
+ "I hae yokes of oxen, four and twentie;
+ My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weel fill'd, 15
+ And I'll part wi' them a', ere Johnie shall die.
+
+ "Three men I'll take to set him free,
+ Weel harness'd a' wi' best o' steel;
+ The English rogues may hear, and drie
+ The weight o' their braid-swords to feel. 20
+
+ "The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa,
+ O Hobie Noble, thou ane maun be;
+ Thy coat is blue, thou has been true,
+ Since England banish'd thee, to me."
+
+ Now Hobie was an English man, 25
+ In Bewcastle-dale was bred and born;
+ But his misdeeds they were sae great,
+ They banish'd him ne'er to return.
+
+ Lord Mangerton them orders gave,
+ "Your horses the wrang way maun a' be shod; 30
+ Like gentlemen ye must not seem,
+ But look like corn-caugers gawn ae road.
+
+ "Your armour gude ye maunna shaw,
+ Nor ance appear like men o' weir;
+ As country lads be all array'd, 35
+ Wi' branks and brecham on ilk mare."
+
+ Sae now a' their horses are shod the wrang way,
+ And Hobie has mounted his grey sae fine;
+ Jock his lively bay, Wat's on his white horse behind,
+ And on they rode for the water o' Tyne. 40
+
+ At the Cholerford they a' light down,[L41]
+ And there, wi' the help o' the light o' the moon,
+ A tree they cut, wi' fifteen naggs upo' ilk side,
+ To climb up the wa' o' Newcastle town.
+
+ But when they cam to Newcastle town, 45
+ And were alighted at the wa',
+ They fand their tree three ells o'er laigh,
+ They fand their stick baith short and sma'.
+
+ Then up and spake the Laird's ain Jock,
+ "There's naething for't, the gates we maun force;" 50
+ But when they cam the gates unto,
+ A proud porter withstood baith men and horse.
+
+ His neck in twa I wat they hae wrung,
+ Wi' hand or foot he ne'er play'd paw;
+ His life and his keys at anes they hae tane, 55
+ And cast his body ahind the wa'.
+
+ Now soon they reach Newcastle jail,
+ And to the pris'ner thus they call;
+ "Sleips thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side,
+ Or is thou wearied o' thy thrall?" 60
+
+ Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone--
+ "Aft, aft I wake--I seldom sleip:
+ But wha's this kens my name sae weel,
+ And thus to hear my waes do[es] seek?"
+
+ Then up and spake the good Laird's Jock, 65
+ "Ne'er fear ye now, my billie," quo' he;
+ "For here's the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,
+ And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free."
+
+ "O had thy tongue, and speak nae mair,
+ And o' thy tawk now let me be; 70
+ For if a' Liddisdale were here the night,
+ The morn's the day that I maun die.
+
+ "Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron,
+ They hae laid a' right sair on me;
+ Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound 75
+ Into this dungeon mirk and drearie."
+
+ "Fear ye no that," quo' the Laird's Jock;
+ "A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie;
+ Work thou within, we'll work without,
+ And I'll be bound we set thee free." 80
+
+ The first strong dore that they came at,
+ They loosed it without a key;
+ The next chain'd dore that they cam at,
+ They gar'd it a' in flinders flee.
+
+ The pris'ner now, upo' his back, 85
+ The Laird's Jock's gotten up fu' hie;
+ And down the stair, him, irons and a',
+ Wi' nae sma' speed and joy brings he.
+
+ "Now, Jock, I wat," quo' Hobie Noble,
+ "Part o' the weight ye may lay on me;" 90
+ "I wat weel no!" quo' the Laird's Jock,
+ "I count him lighter than a flee."
+
+ Sae out at the gates they a' are gane,
+ The pris'ner's set on horseback hie;
+ And now wi' speed they've tane the gate, 95
+ While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie.
+
+ "O Jock, sae winsomely's ye ride,
+ Wi' baith your feet upo' ae side!
+ Sae weel's ye're harness'd, and sae trig,
+ In troth ye sit like ony bride!" 100
+
+ The night, tho' wat, they didna mind,
+ But hied them on fu' mirrilie,
+ Until they cam to Cholerford brae,
+ Where the water ran like mountains hie.
+
+ But when they came to Cholerford, 105
+ There they met with an auld man;
+ Says--"Honest man, will the water ride?
+ Tell us in haste, if that ye can."
+
+ "I wat weel no," quo' the good auld man;
+ "Here I hae liv'd this threty yeirs and three, 110
+ And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big,
+ Nor rinning ance sae like a sea."
+
+ Then up and spake the Laird's saft Wat,
+ The greatest coward in the company--
+ "Now halt, now halt, we needna try't; 115
+ The day is com'd we a' maun die!"
+
+ "Poor faint-hearted thief!" quo' the Laird's ain Jock,
+ "There'll nae man die but he that's fie;
+ I'll lead ye a' right safely through;
+ Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me." 120
+
+ Sae now the water they a' hae tane,
+ By anes and twas they a' swam through;
+ "Here are we a' safe," says the Laird's Jock,
+ "And, poor faint Wat, what think ye now?"
+
+ They scarce the ither side had won, 125
+ When twenty men they saw pursue;
+ Frae Newcastle town they had been sent,
+ A' English lads, right good and true.
+
+ But when the land-sergeant the water saw,[L129]
+ "It winna ride, my lads," quo' he; 130
+ Then out he cries--"Ye the pris'ner may take,
+ But leave the irons, I pray, to me."
+
+ "I wat weel no," cry'd the Laird's Jock,
+ "I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be:
+ My good grey mare--for I am sure, 135
+ She's bought them a' fu' dear frae thee."
+
+ Sae now they're away for Liddisdale,
+ E'en as fast as they cou'd them hie;
+ The pris'ner 's brought to his ain fire-side,
+ And there o's aims they make him free. 140
+
+ "Now, Jock, my billie," quo' a' the three,
+ "The day was com'd thou was to die;
+ But thou's as weel at thy ain fire-side,
+ Now sitting, I think, 'tween thee and me."
+
+ They hae gard fill up ae punch-bowl, 145
+ And after it they maun hae anither,
+ And thus the night they a' hae spent,
+ Just as they had been brither and brither.
+
+41. Cholerford is a ford on the Tyne, above
+Hexham.--S.
+
+129. The land-sergeant (mentioned also in _Hobbie Noble_) was an officer
+under the warden, to whom was committed the apprehending of delinquents,
+and the care of the public peace.--S.
+
+
+
+
+ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 116.
+
+
+This is substantially the same story as _Jock o' the Side_. Another
+version from Motherwell's collection, is subjoined.
+
+"Ca'field, or Calfield," says Scott, "is a place in Wauchopdale,
+belonging of old to the Armstrongs. In the account betwixt the English
+and Scottish Marches, Jock and Geordie of Ca'field, then called
+Calf-hill, are repeatedly marked as delinquents. _History of
+Westmoreland and Cumberland_, vol. i. Introduction, p. 33."
+
+ As I was a-walking mine alane,
+ It was by the dawning of the day,
+ I heard twa brithers make their mane,
+ And I listen'd weel to what they did say.
+
+ The youngest to the eldest said, 5
+ "Blythe and merrie how can we be?
+ There were three brithren of us born,
+ And ane of us is condemn'd to die."
+
+ "And ye wad be merrie, and ye wad be sad,
+ What the better wad billy Archie be? 10
+ Unless I had thirty men to mysell,
+ And a' to ride in my cumpanie.
+
+ "Ten to hald the horses' heads,
+ And other ten the watch to be,
+ And ten to break up the strong prison, 15
+ Where billy Archie he does lie."
+
+ Then up and spak him mettled John Hall,[L17]
+ (The luve of Teviotdale aye was he,)
+ "An I had eleven men to mysell,
+ It's aye the twalt man I wad be." 20
+
+ Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field,
+ (I wot and little gude worth was he,)
+ "Thirty men is few anew,
+ And a' to ride in our companie."
+
+ There was horsing, horsing in haste, 25
+ And there was marching on the lee,
+ Until they cam to Murraywhate,
+ And they lighted there right speedilie.
+
+ "A smith! a smith!" Dickie he cries,
+ "A smith, a smith, right speedilie, 30
+ To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon;
+ For it's unkensome we wad be."
+
+ "There lives a smith on the water-side,
+ Will shoe my little black mare for me;
+ And I've a crown in my pocket, 35
+ And every groat of it I wad gie."
+
+ "The night is mirk, and it's very mirk,
+ And by candle-light I canna weel see;
+ The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk,
+ And there will never a nail ca' right for me." 40
+
+ "Shame fa' you and your trade baith,
+ Canna beet a good fellow by your mystery;
+ But leeze me on thee, my little black mare,
+ Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me."
+
+ There was horsing, horsing in haste, 45
+ And there was marching upon the lee,
+ Until they cam to Dumfries port,
+ And they lighted there right speedilie.
+
+ "There's five of us will hold the horse,
+ And other five will watchmen be:" 50
+ "But wha's the man among ye a',
+ Will gae to the Tolbooth door wi' me?"
+
+ O up then spak him mettled John Hall,
+ (Frae the Laigh Teviotdale was he,)
+ "If it should cost my life this very night, 55
+ I'll gae to the Tolbooth door wi' thee."
+
+ "Be of gude cheir, now, Archie, lad,
+ Be of gude cheir, now, dear billie!
+ Work thou within, and we without,
+ And the morn thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me." 60
+
+ O Jockie Hall stepp'd to the door,
+ And he bended low back his knee,
+ And he made the bolts, the door hang on,
+ Loup frae the wa' right wantonlie.
+
+ He took the prisoner on his back, 65
+ And down the Tolbooth stair cam he:
+ The black mare stood ready at the door,
+ I wot a foot ne'er stirred she.
+
+ They laid the links out owre her neck,
+ And that was her gold twist to be;[L70] 70
+ And they cam doun thro' Dumfries toun,
+ And wow but they cam speedilie!
+
+ The live-lang night these twelve men rade,
+ And aye till they were right wearie,
+ Until they cam to the Murraywhate, 75
+ And they lighted there right speedilie.
+
+ "A smith! a smith!" then Dickie he cries,
+ "A smith, a smith, right speedilie,
+ To file the irons frae my dear brither,
+ For forward, forward we wad be." 80
+
+ They hadna filed a shackle of iron,
+ A shackle of iron but barely thrie,
+ When out and spak young Simon brave,
+ "O dinna you see what I do see?
+
+ "Lo! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon, 85
+ Wi' a hundred men in his companie;
+ This night will be our lyke-wake night,
+ The morn the day we a' maun die."
+
+ O there was mounting, mounting in haste,
+ And there was marching upon the lee; 90
+ Until they cam to Annan water,
+ And it was flowing like the sea.
+
+ "My mare is young and very skeigh,
+ And in o' the weil she will drown me;
+ But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine, 95
+ And sune through the water we sall be."
+
+ Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field,
+ (I wot and little gude worth was he,)
+ "We had better lose ane than lose a' the lave;
+ We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free." 100
+
+ "Shame fa' you and your lands baith!
+ Wad ye e'en your lands to your born billy?
+ But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,
+ And yet thro' the water we sall be."
+
+ Now they did swim that wan water, 105
+ And wow but they swam bonnilie!
+ Until they cam to the other side,
+ And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily.
+
+ "Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!
+ Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me! 110
+ For there is an ale-house here hard by,
+ And it shall not cost thee ae penny."
+
+ "Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon;
+ "I wot they cost me dear eneugh;"
+ "The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha', 115
+ "They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh."
+
+ "Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!
+ Come thro', and drink some wine wi' me!
+ Yestreen I was your prisoner,
+ But now this morning am I free." 120
+
+17. Mettled John Hall, from the laigh Teviotdale, is perhaps John Hall
+of Newbigging, mentioned in the list of Border clans as one of the chief
+men of name residing on the Middle Marches in 1597.--S.
+
+70. The _gold twist_ means the small gilded chains drawn across the
+chest of a war-horse, as a part of his caparison.--S.
+
+
+
+
+BILLIE ARCHIE.
+
+Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 335.
+
+
+A North-Country version of the preceding ballad. There is another
+copy in Buchan's larger collection, i. 111, _The Three Brothers_.
+
+ "Seven years have I loved my love,
+ And seven years my love's loved me,
+ But now to-morrow is the day
+ That Billie Archie, my love, must die."
+
+ Out then spoke him Little Dickie, 5
+ And still the best fellow was he;
+ "Had I but five men and mysell,
+ Then we would borrow Billie Archie."
+
+ Out it spoke him Caff o' Lin,
+ And still the worst fellow was he; 10
+ "Ye shall have five men and yoursell,
+ And I will bear you companie.
+
+ "We will not go like to dragoons,
+ Nor yet will we like grenadiers;
+ But we will go like corn-dealers, 15
+ And lay our brechams on our meares.
+
+ "And twa of us will watch the road,
+ And other twa between will gang,
+ And I will go to jail-house door,
+ And hold the prisoner unthought lang." 20
+
+ "Wha is this at the jail-house door,
+ Sa weel as they do ken the gin?"
+ "It's I mysell," said him Little Dickie,
+ "And O sae fain's I would be in!"
+
+ "Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie, 25
+ Awa, let all your folly be;
+ If the Lord Lieutenant come on you,
+ Like unto dogs he'll cause you die."
+
+ "Hold you, hold you, Billy Archie,
+ And now let all your folly be; 30
+ Though I die without, you'll not die within,
+ For borrowed shall your body be."
+
+ "Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
+ Awa, let all this folly be;
+ An hundred pounds of Spanish irons 35
+ Is all bound on my fair bodie."
+
+ Wi' plough coulters and gavelocks
+ They made the jail-house door to flee;
+ "And in God's name," said Little Dickie,
+ "Cast you the prisoner behind me." 40
+
+ They had not rade a great way off,
+ With all the haste that ever could be,
+ Till they espied the Lord Lieutenant,
+ With a hundred men in companie.
+
+ But when they cam to wan water, 45
+ It now was rumbling like the sea;
+ Then were they got into a strait,
+ As great a strait as well could be.
+
+ Then out did speak him Caff o' Lin,
+ And aye the warst fellow was he: 50
+ "Now God be with my wife and bairns,
+ For fatherless my babes will be.
+
+ "My horse is young, he cannot swim;
+ The water's deep, and will not wade;
+ My children must be fatherless, 55
+ My wife a widow, whate'er betide."
+
+ O then cried out him Little Dickie,
+ And still the best fellow was he:
+ "Take you my mare, I'll take your horse,
+ And Devil drown my mare and thee!" 60
+
+ Now they have taken the wan water,
+ Though it was roaring like the sea;
+ And when they gat to the other side,
+ I wat they bragged right crousilie.
+
+ "Come thro', come thro', now, Lord Lieutenant, 65
+ O do come thro', I pray of thee;
+ There is an alehouse not far off,
+ We'll dine you and your companie."
+
+ "Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
+ O now let all your taunting be; 70
+ There's not a man in the king's army
+ That would have tried what's done by thee.
+
+ "Cast back, cast back my fetters again,
+ Cast back my fetters, I say to thee;
+ And get you gane the way you came, 75
+ I wish no prisoners like to thee."
+
+ "I have a mare, she's called Meg,
+ The best in all our low countrie;
+ If she gang barefoot till they're done,
+ An ill death may your Lordship die." 80
+
+
+
+
+HOBIE NOBLE.
+
+From Caw's _Poetical Museum_, p. 193.
+
+
+"We have seen the hero of this ballad act a distinguished part in the
+deliverance of Jock o' the Side, and are now to learn the ungrateful
+return which the Armstrongs made him for his faithful services.
+Halbert, or Hobbie, Noble appears to have been one of those numerous
+English outlaws, who, being forced to fly their own country, had
+established themselves on the Scottish Borders. As Hobbie continued his
+depredations upon the English, they bribed some of his hosts, the
+Armstrongs, to decoy him into England under pretence of a predatory
+expedition. He was there delivered, by his treacherous companions, into
+the hands of the officers of justice, by whom he was conducted to
+Carlisle, and executed next morning. The Laird of Mangertoun, with whom
+Hobbie was in high favour, is said to have taken a severe revenge upon
+the traitors who betrayed him. The principal contriver of the scheme,
+called here Sim o' the Maynes, fled into England from the resentment of
+his chief; but experienced there the common fate of a traitor, being
+himself executed at Carlisle, about two months after Hobbie's death.
+Such is, at least, the tradition of Liddesdale. Sim o' the Maynes
+appears among the Armstrongs of Whitauch, in Liddesdale, in the list of
+Clans so often alluded to."--_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii.
+90.
+
+ Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!
+ That Liddisdale may safely say;
+ For in it there was baith meat and drink,
+ And corn unto our geldings gay.
+
+ We were stout-hearted men and true, 5
+ As England it did often say;
+ But now we may turn our backs and fly,
+ Since brave Noble is seld away.
+
+ Now Hobie he was an English man,
+ And born into Bewcastle dale; 10
+ But his misdeeds they were sae great,
+ They banish'd him to Liddisdale.
+
+ At Kershope foot the tryst was set,[L13]
+ Kershope of the lily lee;
+ And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains,[L15] 15
+ With him a private companie.
+
+ Then Hobie has graith'd his body weel,
+ I wat it was wi' baith good iron and steel;
+ And he has pull'd out his fringed grey,
+ And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel. 20
+
+ Then Hobie is down the water gane,
+ E'en as fast as he may drie;
+ Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts,
+ Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.
+
+ "Weel may ye be, my feiries five! 25
+ And aye, what is your wills wi' me?"
+ Then they cry'd a' wi' ae consent,
+ "Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.
+
+ "Wilt thou with us in England ride,
+ And thy safe warrand we will be? 30
+ If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,
+ Upon his back that thou shalt be."
+
+ "I dare not with you into England ride,
+ The Land-sergeant has me at feid;
+ I know not what evil may betide, 35
+ For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead.
+
+ "And Anton Shiel, he loves not me,
+ For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;[L38]
+ The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,[L39]
+ For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep. 40
+
+ "But will ye stay till the day gae down,
+ Until the night come o'er the grund,
+ And I'll be a guide worth ony twa
+ That may in Liddisdale be fund.
+
+ "Tho' dark the night as pick and tar, 45
+ I'll guide ye o'er yon hills fu' hie,
+ And bring ye a' in safety back,
+ If you'll be true and follow me."
+
+ He's guided them o'er moss and muir,
+ O'er hill and houp, and mony a down; 50
+ Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,
+ And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.
+
+ Then word is gane to the Land-sergeant,
+ In Askirton where that he lay--[L54]
+ "The deer that ye hae hunted lang 55
+ Is seen into the Waste this day."
+
+ "Then Hobie Noble is that deer!
+ I wat he carries the style fu' hie;
+ Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,
+ And set yourselves at little lee. 60
+
+ "Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,
+ See they shaft their arrows on the wa'!
+ Warn Willeva, and Spear Edom,[L63]
+ And see the morn they meet me a'.
+
+ "Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh, 65
+ And see it be by break o' day;
+ And we will on to Conscowthart-Green,
+ For there, I think, we'll get our prey."
+
+ Then Hobie Noble has dream'd a dream,
+ In the Foulbogsheil where that he lay; 70
+ He thought his horse was 'neath him shot,
+ And he himself got hard away.
+
+ The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,
+ And I wat so even down fell the rain;
+ If Hobie had no waken'd at that time, 75
+ In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.
+
+ "Get up, get up, my feiries five!
+ For I wat here makes a fu' ill day;
+ And the warst cloak of this companie,[L79]
+ I hope shall cross the Waste this day." 80
+
+ Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;
+ But, ever alas! it was not sae:
+ They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,
+ That away brave Noble could not gae.
+
+ "Yet follow me, my feiries five, 85
+ And see of me ye keep good ray;
+ And the worst cloak of this companie[L87]
+ I hope shall cross the Waste this day."
+
+ There was heaps of men now Hobie before,
+ And other heaps was him behind, 90
+ That had he been as wight as Wallace was,
+ Away brave Noble he could not win.
+
+ Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,
+ But he did more than a laddies deed;
+ In the midst of Conscouthart-Green, 95
+ He brake it o'er Jersawigham's head.
+
+ Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,
+ Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;
+ And I wat heart was ne'er sae sair,
+ As when his ain five band him on the brae. 100
+
+ They have tane him for West Carlisle;
+ They ask'd him if he knew the way;
+ Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;
+ He knew the way as well as they.
+
+ They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate;[L105] 105
+ The wives they cast their windows wide,
+ And ilka wife to anither can say,
+ "That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side!"
+
+ "Fy on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?
+ For it's nae man that I'm used like; 110
+ I'm but like a forfoughen hound,
+ Has been fighting in a dirty syke."
+
+ Then they hae tane him up thro' Carlisle town,
+ And set him by the chimney fire;
+ They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat, 115
+ And that was little his desire.
+
+ Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat
+ And after that a can o' beer;
+ Then they cried a', wi' ae consent,
+ "Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer. 120
+
+ "Confess my lord's horse, Hobie," they say,
+ "And the morn in Carlisle thou's no die;"
+ "How shall I confess them?" Hobie says,
+ "For I never saw them with mine eye."
+
+ Then Hobie has sworn a fu' great aith-- 125
+ By the day that he was gotten or born,
+ He never had onything o' my lord's,
+ That either eat him grass or corn.
+
+ "Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton![L129]
+ For I think again I'll ne'er thee see: 130
+ I wad betray nae lad alive,
+ For a' the goud in Christentie.
+
+ "And fare thee weel, now Liddisdale,
+ Baith the hie land and the law!
+ Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains! 135
+ For goud and gear he'll sell ye a'.
+
+ "I'd rather be ca'd Hobie Noble,
+ In Carlisle, where he suffers for his faut,
+ Before I were ca'd traitor Mains,
+ That eats and drinks of meal and maut." 140
+
+13. Kershope-burn, where Hobbie met his treacherous companions, falls
+into the Liddel, from the English side, at a place called Turnersholm,
+where, according to tradition, tourneys and games of chivalry were often
+solemnized.--S.
+
+15. The Mains was anciently a Border-keep, near Castletown, on the north
+side of the Liddel, but is now totally demolished.--S.
+
+38. For twa drifts of his sheep I gat.--P. M.
+
+39. Whitfield is explained by Mr. Ellis of Otterbourne to be a large and
+rather wild manorial district in the extreme southwest part of
+Northumberland; the proprietor of which might be naturally called the
+Lord, though not _Earl_ of Whitfield. I suspect, however, that the
+reciters may have corrupted the _great_ Ralph Whitfield into Earl of
+Whitfield. Sir Matthew Whitfield of Whitfield, was Sheriff of
+Northumberland in 1433, and the estate continued in the family from the
+reign of Richard II. till about fifty years since.--S.
+
+54. Askerton is an old castle, now ruinous, situated in the wilds of
+Cumberland, about seventeen miles north-east of Carlisle, amidst that
+mountainous and desolate tract of country bordering upon Liddesdale,
+emphatically termed the Waste of Bewcastle.--S.
+
+63-67. Willeva and Speir Edom are small districts in Bewcastledale,
+through which also the Hartlie-burn takes its course.
+Conscouthart-Green, and Rodrie-haugh, and the Foulbogshiel, are the
+names of places in the same wilds, through which the Scottish plunderers
+generally made their raids upon England.--S.
+
+79, 87. clock.
+
+105. A street in Carlisle.
+
+129. Of the Castle of Mangertoun, so often mentioned in these ballads,
+there are very few vestiges. It was situated on the banks of the
+Liddell, below Castletoun.--S.
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 3.
+
+
+"There is another ballad, under the same title as the following, in
+which nearly the same incidents are narrated, with little difference,
+except that the honour of rescuing the cattle is attributed to the
+Liddesdale Elliots, headed by a chief, there called Martin Elliot of the
+Preakin Tower, whose son, Simon, is said to have fallen in the action.
+It is very possible, that both the Teviotdale Scotts, and the Elliots,
+were engaged in the affair, and that each claimed the honour of the
+victory.
+
+"The Editor presumes, that the Willie Scott, here mentioned, must have
+been a natural son of the Laird of Buccleuch."--S.
+
+
+ It fell about the Martinmas tyde,
+ When our Border steeds get corn and hay,
+ The Captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,
+ And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.
+
+ The first ae guide that they met wi', 5
+ It was high up in Hardhaughswire;[L6]
+ The second guide that they met wi',
+ It was laigh down in Borthwick water.
+
+ "What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?"
+ "Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee; 10
+ But gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead,[L11]
+ Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee see."
+
+ And when they cam to the fair Dodhead,
+ Right hastily they clam the peel;
+ They loosed the kye out, ane and a', 15
+ And ranshackled the house right weel.
+
+ Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,
+ The tear aye rowing in his ee;
+ He pled wi' the Captain to hae his gear,
+ Or else revenged he wad be. 20
+
+ The Captain turned him round and leugh;
+ Said--"Man, there's naething in thy house,
+ But ae auld sword without a sheath,
+ That hardly now would fell a mouse."
+
+ The sun wasna up, but the moon was down, 25
+ It was the gryming of a new-fa'n snaw,
+ Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,
+ Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'.[L28]
+
+ And when he cam to the fair tower yate,
+ He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 30
+ Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot--
+ "Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"
+
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,
+ And a harried man I think I be;
+ There's naething left at the fair Dodhead, 35
+ But a waefu' wife and bairnies three."
+
+ "Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha',[L37]
+ For succour ye'se get nane frae me;
+ Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,
+ For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me." 40
+
+ Jamie has turned him round about,
+ I wat the tear blinded his ee--
+ "I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,
+ And the fair Dodhead I'll never see!
+
+ "My hounds may a' rin masterless,[L45] 45
+ My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,
+ My lord may grip my vassal lands,
+ For there again maun I never be!"
+
+ He has turn'd him to the Tiviot side,
+ E'en as fast as he could drie, 50
+ Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,[L51]
+ And there he shouted baith loud and hie.
+
+ Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve--
+ "Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead, 55
+ A harried man I trow I be.
+
+ "There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,
+ But a greeting wife and bairnies three,
+ And sax poor ca's stand in the sta', 60
+ A' routing loud for their minnie."
+
+ "Alack a wae!" quo' auld Jock Grieve,
+ "Alack, my heart is sair for thee!
+ For I was married on the elder sister,
+ And you on the youngest of a' the three."
+
+ Then he has ta'en out a bonny black, 65
+ Was right weel fed with corn and hay,
+ And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back,
+ To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.
+
+ And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,
+ He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 70
+ Till out and spak him William's Wat--
+ "O whae's this brings the fraye to me?"
+
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead,
+ A harried man I think I be;
+ The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear; 75
+ For God's sake rise, and succour me!"
+
+ "Alas for wae!" quoth William's Wat,
+ "Alack, for thee my heart is sair!
+ I never cam by the fair Dodhead,
+ That ever I fand thy basket bare." 80
+
+ He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,
+ Himsell upon a freckled gray,
+ And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,
+ To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye.
+
+ And when they cam to Branksome Ha', 85
+ They shouted a' baith loud and hie,
+ Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,
+ Said--"Whae's this brings the fraye to me?"
+
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,
+ And a harried man I think I be; 90
+ There's nought left in the fair Dodhead,
+ But a greeting wife and bairnies three."
+
+ "Alack for wae!" quoth the gude auld lord,
+ "And ever my heart is wae for thee!
+ But fye, gar cry on Willie, my son, 95
+ And see that he come to me speedilie.
+
+ "Gar warn the water, braid and wide,[L97]
+ Gar warn it sune and hastilie;
+ They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,
+ Let them never look in the face o' me! 100
+
+ "Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons,[L101]
+ Wi' them will Borthwick Water ride;
+ Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,
+ And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.
+
+ "Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,[L105] 105
+ And warn the Currors o' the Lee;
+ As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack,
+ Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinberry."
+
+ The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran,
+ Sae starkly and sae steadilie, 110
+ And aye the ower-word o' the thrang
+ Was--"Rise for Branksome readilie!"
+
+ The gear was driven the Frostylee up,[L113]
+ Frae the Frostylee unto the plain,
+ Whan Willie has look'd his men before, 115
+ And saw the kye right fast drivand.
+
+ "Whae drives thir kye?" gan Willie say,
+ "To make an outspeckle o' me?"
+ "It's I, the Captain o' Bewcastle, Willie;
+ I winna layne my name for thee." 120
+
+ "O will ye let Telfer's kye gae back?
+ Or will ye do aught for regard o' me?
+ Or, by the faith of my body," quo' Willie Scott,
+ "I'se ware my dame's cauf skin on thee."
+
+ "I winna let the kye gae back, 125
+ Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear;
+ But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye,
+ In spite of every Scott that's here."
+
+ "Set on them, lads!" quo' Willie than;
+ "Fye, lads, set on them cruellie! 130
+ For ere they win to the Ritterford,
+ Mony a toom saddle there sall be!"
+
+ Then til't they gaed, wi' heart and hand,
+ The blows fell thick as bickering hail;
+ And mony a horse ran masterless, 135
+ And mony a comely cheek was pale.
+
+ But Willie was stricken ower the head,
+ And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane;
+ And Harden grat for very rage,
+ Whan Willie on the grund lay slane. 140
+
+ But he's ta'en aff his gude steel cap,
+ And thrice he's waved it in the air;
+ The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white[L143]
+ Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.
+
+ "Revenge! revenge!" auld Wat 'gan cry; 145
+ "Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie!
+ We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,
+ Or Willie's death revenged sall be."
+
+ O mony a horse ran masterless,
+ The splinter'd lances flew on hie; 150
+ But or they wan ta the Kershope ford,
+ The Scotts had gotten the victory.
+
+ John o' Brigham there was slane,[L153]
+ And John o' Barlow, as I heard say;
+ And thirty mae o' the Captain's men 155
+ Lay bleeding on the grund that day.
+
+ The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh,
+ And broken was his right leg bane;
+ If he had lived this hundred years,
+ He had never been loved by woman again. 160
+
+ "Hae back the kye!" the Captain said;
+ "Dear kye, I trow, to some they be;
+ For gin I suld live a hundred years,
+ There will ne'er fair lady smile on me."
+
+ Then word is gane to the Captain's bride, 165
+ Even in the bower where that she lay,
+ That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land,
+ Since into Tividale he had led the way.
+
+ "I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet,
+ And helped to put it ower his head, 170
+ Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,
+ Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!"
+
+ There was a wild gallant amang us a',
+ His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs,
+ Cried--"On for his house in Stanegirthside,[L175] 175
+ If ony man will ride with us!"
+
+ When they cam to the Stanegirthside,
+ They dang wi' trees, and burst the door;
+ They loosed out a' the Captain's kye,
+ And set them forth our lads before. 180
+
+ There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire,
+ A wee bit o' the Captain's kin--
+ "Whae dar loose out the Captain's kye,
+ Or answer to him and his men?"
+
+ "It's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye, 185
+ I winna layne my name frae thee;
+ And I will loose out the Captain's kye,
+ In scorn of a' his men and he."
+
+ Whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,
+ They were a wellcum sight to see; 190
+ For instead of his ain ten milk kye,
+ Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.
+
+ And he has paid the rescue shot,
+ Baith wi' goud and white monie;
+ And at the burial o' Willie Scott, 195
+ I wat was mony a weeping ee.[L196]
+
+6-8. Hardhaughswire is the pass from Liddesdale to the head of
+Teviotdale. Borthwick water is a stream which falls into the Teviot
+three miles above Hawick.--S.
+
+11. The Dodhead, in Selkirkshire, near Singlee, where there are still
+the vestiges of an old tower.--S.
+
+28. Stobs Hall, upon Slitterick, the seat of Sir William, of that clan.
+Jamie Telfer made his first application here, because he _seems_ to have
+paid the proprietor of the castle _black-mail_, or protection money.--S.
+
+37. The ancient family-seat of the Lairds of Buccleuch, near Hawick.--S.
+
+45-48. See _Young Beichan_, vol. iv. p. 3.
+
+51. The Coultart Cleugh is nearly opposite to Carlinrig, on the road
+between Hawick and Mosspaul.--S.
+
+97. The _water_, in the mountainous districts of Scotland, is often used
+to express the banks of the river, which are the only inhabitable parts
+of the country. _To raise the water_, therefore, was to alarm those who
+lived along its side.--S.
+
+101. The estates, mentioned in this verse, belonged to families of the
+name of Scott, residing upon the waters of Borthwick and Teviot, near
+the castle of their chief.--S.
+
+105. The pursuers seem to have taken the road through the hills of
+Liddesdale, in order to collect forces, and intercept the forayers at
+the passage of the Liddel, on their return to Bewcastle. The Ritterford
+and Kershope-ford, after-mentioned, are noted fords on the river
+Liddel.--S.
+
+113. The Frostylee is a brook, which joins the Teviot, near
+Mosspaul.--S.
+
+143. The Dinlay is a mountain in Liddesdale.--S.
+
+153. Perhaps one of the ancient family of Brougham, in Cumberland. The
+Editor has used some freedom with the original in the subsequent verse.
+The account of the Captain's disaster is rather too _naïve_ for literal
+publication.--S.
+
+175. A house belonging to the Foresters, situated on the English side of
+the Liddel.--S.
+
+196. An article in the list of attempts upon England, fouled by the
+Commissioners at Berwick, in the year 1587, may relate to the subject of
+the foregoing ballad.
+
+October, 1582.
+
+ Thomas Musgrave, deputy { Walter Scott, Laird } 200 kine and
+ of Bewcastle, and { of Buckluth, and his } oxen, 300 gait
+ the tenants, against { complices; for } and sheep.
+
+_Introduction to the History of Westmoreland and Cumberland_, p. 31.--S.
+
+
+
+
+THE FRAY OF SUPORT.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 124.
+
+
+"Of all the Border ditties which have fallen into the Editor's hands,
+this is by far the most uncouth and savage. It is usually chanted in a
+sort of wild recitative, except the burden, which swells into a long and
+varied howl, not unlike to a view hollo'. The words, and the very great
+irregularity of the stanza (if it deserves the name) sufficiently point
+out its intention and origin. An English woman, residing in Suport, near
+the foot of the Kers-hope, having been plundered in the night by a band
+of the Scottish moss-troopers, is supposed to convoke her servants and
+friends for the pursuit, or _Hot Trod_; upbraiding them, at the same
+time, in homely phrase, for their negligence and security. The _Hot
+Trod_ was followed by the persons who had lost goods, with blood-hounds
+and horns, to raise the country to help. They also used to carry a
+burning wisp of straw at a spear head, and to raise a cry, similar to
+the Indian war-whoop. It appears, from articles made by the Wardens of
+the English Marches, September 12th, in 6th of Edward VI., that all, on
+this cry being raised, were obliged to follow the fray, or chase, under
+pain of death. With these explanations, the general purport of the
+ballad may be easily discovered, though particular passages have become
+inexplicable, probably through corruptions introduced by reciters. The
+present text is collected from four copies, which differed widely from
+each other."--S.
+
+ Sleep'ry Sim of the Lamb-hill,
+ And snoring Jock of Suport-mill,
+ Ye are baith right het and fou';
+ But my wae wakens na you.
+ Last night I saw a sorry sight-- 5
+ Nought left me o' four-and-twenty gude ousen and ky,
+ My weel-ridden gelding, and a white quey,
+ But a toom byre and a wide,
+ And the twelve nogs on ilka side.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', 10
+ My gear's a' gane.
+
+ Weel may ye ken,
+ Last night I was right scarce o' men:
+ But Toppet Hob o' the Mains had guesten'd in my house by chance;
+ I set him to wear the fore-door wi' the speir, while I kept the
+ back-door wi' the lance; 15
+ But they hae run him thro' the thick o' the thie, and broke his
+ knee-pan,
+ And the mergh o' his shin-bane has run down on his spur-leather
+ whang:
+ He's lame while he lives, and where'er he may gang.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane. 20
+
+ But Peenye, my gude son, is out at the Hagbut-head,
+ His een glittering for anger like a fiery gleed;
+ Crying--"Mak sure the nooks
+ Of Maky's-muir crooks;
+ For the wily Scot takes by nooks, hooks, and crooks. 25
+ Gin we meet a' together in a head the morn,
+ We'll be merry men."
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane.
+
+ There's doughty Cuddy in the Heugh-head, 30
+ Thou was aye gude at a need;
+ With thy brock-skin bag at thy belt,[L32]
+ Aye ready to mak a puir man help.
+ Thou maun awa' out to the Cauf-craigs,
+ (Where anes ye lost your ain twa naigs,) 35
+ And there toom thy brock-skin bag.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirst,
+ Thou was aye gude at a birst; 40
+ Gude wi' a bow, and better wi' a speir,
+ The bauldest March-man that e'er follow'd gear:
+ Come thou here.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane. 45
+
+ Rise, ye carle coopers, frae making o' kirns and tubs,
+ In the Nicol forest woods.[L47]
+ Your craft hasna left the value of an oak rod,
+ But if you had ony fear o' God,
+ Last night ye hadna slept sae sound, 50
+ And let my gear be a' ta'en.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Ah! lads, we'll fang them a' in a net,
+ For I hae a' the fords o' Liddel set; 55
+ The Dunkin and the Door-loup,
+ The Willie-ford, and the Water-slack,
+ The Black-rack and the Trout-dub of Liddel.
+ There stands John Forster, wi' five men at his back,
+ Wi bufft coat and cap of steil. 60
+ Boo! ca' at them e'en, Jock;
+ That ford's sicker, I wat weil.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Hoo! hoo! gar raise the Reid Souter, and Ringan's Wat, 65
+ Wi' a broad elshin and a wicker;
+ I wat weil they'll mak a ford sicker.
+ Sae, whether they be Elliots or Armstrangs,
+ Or rough-riding Scots, or rude Johnstones,
+ Or whether they be frae the Tarras or Ewsdale, 70
+ They maun turn and fight, or try the deeps o' Liddel.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ "Ah! but they will play ye anither jigg,
+ For they will out at the big rig, 75
+ And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap."[L76]
+ But I hae another wile for that:
+ For I hae little Will, and Stalwart Wat,
+ And lang Aicky, in the Souter Moor,
+ Wi' his sleuth-dog sits in his watch right sure. 80
+ Shou'd the dog gie a bark,
+ He'll be out in his sark,
+ And die or won.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en. 85
+
+ Ha! boys!--I see a party appearing--wha's yon?
+ Methinks it's the Captain of Bewcastle, and Jephtha's John,[L87]
+ Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan:
+ They'll make a' sicker, come which way they will.
+ Ha, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', 90
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Captain Musgrave, and a' his band,[L92]
+ Are coming down by the Siller-strand,
+ And the Muckle toun-bell o' Carlisle is rung:
+ My gear was a' weel won, 95
+ And before it's carried o'er the Border, mony a man's gae down.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane.
+
+32. The badger-skin pouch was used for carrying ammunition.--S.
+
+47. A wood in Cumberland, in which Suport is situated.--S.
+
+76. Fergus Grame of Sowport, as one of the chief men of that clan,
+became security to Lord Scroope for the good behaviour of his friends
+and dependents, 8th January, 1662.--_Introduction to History of
+Westmoreland and Cumberland_, p. 111.--S.
+
+87-8. According to the late Glenriddel's notes on this ballad, the
+office of Captain Bewcastle was held by the chief of the Nixons.
+Catlowdie is a small village in Cumberland, near the junction of the Esk
+and Liddel.--S.
+
+92. This was probably the famous Captain Jack Musgrave, who had charge
+of the watch along the Cryssop, or Kershope, as appears from the order
+of the watches appointed by Lord Wharton, when Deputy-Warden-General, in
+the 6th Edward VI.--S.
+
+
+
+
+ROOKHOPE RYDE.
+
+
+"A Bishopric Border song, composed in 1569, taken down from the chanting
+of George Collingwood the elder, late of Boltsburn, in the neighbourhood
+of Ryhope, who was interred at Stanhope, the 16th December, 1785.
+
+"Rookhope is the name of a valley about five miles in length; at the
+termination of which, Rookhope burn empties itself into the river Wear,
+and is in the north part of the parish of Stanhope, in Weardale.
+Rookhope-head is the top of the vale."--RITSON.
+
+The date of the event, says Sir W. Scott, is precisely ascertained to be
+(not 1569 but) the 6th of December, 1572, when the Tynedale robbers were
+encouraged to make a foray into Weardale in consequence of the confusion
+occasioned by the rebellion of Westmoreland and Northumberland.
+
+From Ritson's _Bishopric Garland_ (p. 54), with one or two slight
+verbal improvements from the _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii.
+101.
+
+
+ Rookhope stands in a pleasant place,
+ If the false thieves wad let it be,
+ But away they steal our goods apace,
+ And ever an ill death may they dee!
+
+ And so is the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver,[L5] 5
+ And all their companies thereabout,
+ That is minded to do mischief,
+ And at their stealing stands not out.
+
+ But yet we will not slander them all,
+ For there is of them good enow; 10
+ It is a sore consumed tree
+ That on it bears not one fresh bough.
+
+ Lord God! is not this a pitiful case,
+ That men dare not drive their goods to the fell,
+ But limmer thieves drives them away, 15
+ That fears neither heaven nor hell?
+
+ Lord, send us peace into the realm,
+ That every man may live on his own!
+ I trust to God, if it be his will,
+ That Weardale men may never be overthrown. 20
+
+ For great troubles they've had in hand,
+ With borderers pricking hither and thither,
+ But the greatest fray that e'er they had,
+ Was with the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver.
+
+ They gather'd together so royally, 25
+ The stoutest men and the best in gear;
+ And he that rade not on a horse,
+ I wat he rade on a weel-fed mear.
+
+ So in the morning, before they came out,
+ So weel I wot they broke their fast; 30
+ In the [forenoon they came] unto a bye fell,[L31]
+ Where some of them did eat their last.
+
+ When they had eaten aye and done,
+ They say'd some captains here needs must be:
+ Then they choosed forth Harry Corbyl, 35
+ And 'Symon Fell,' and Martin Ridley.
+
+ Then o'er the moss, where as they came,
+ With many a brank and whew,
+ One of them could to another say,
+ "I think this day we are men enew. 40
+
+ "For Weardale-men is a journey ta'en;
+ They are so far out o'er yon fell,
+ That some of them's with the two earls,[L43]
+ And others fast in Bernard castell.
+
+ "There we shall get gear enough, 45
+ For there is nane but women at hame;
+ The sorrowful fend that they can make,
+ Is loudly cries as they were slain."[L48]
+
+ Then in at Rookhope-head they came,
+ And there they thought tul a had their prey, 50
+ But they were spy'd coming over the Dry-rig,
+ Soon upon Saint Nicolas' day.[L52]
+
+ Then in at Rookhope-head they came,
+ They ran the forest but a mile;
+ They gather'd together in four hours 55
+ Six hundred sheep within a while.
+
+ And horses I trow they gat,
+ But either ane or twa,
+ And they gat them all but ane
+ That belang'd to great Rowley. 60
+
+ That Rowley was the first man that did them spy,
+ With that he raised a mighty cry;
+ The cry it came down Rookhope burn,
+ And spread through Weardale hasteyly.
+
+ Then word came to the bailiff's house 65
+ At the East-gate, where he did dwell;[L66]
+ He was walk'd out to the Smale-burns,
+ Which stands above the Hanging-well.[L68]
+
+ His wife was wae when she heard tell,
+ So weel she wist her husband wanted gear; 70
+ She gar'd saddle him his horse in haste,
+ And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.
+
+ The bailiff got wit before his gear came,
+ That such news was in the land,
+ He was sore troubled in his heart, 75
+ That on no earth that he could stand.
+
+ His brother was hurt three days before,
+ With limmer thieves that did him prick;
+ Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon,
+ What ferly was't that he lay sick? 80
+
+ But yet the bailiff shrinked nought,
+ But fast after them he did hye,
+ And so did all his neighbours near,
+ That went to bear him company.
+
+ But when the bailiff was gathered, 85
+ And all his company,
+ They were numbered to never a man
+ But forty under fifty.
+
+ The thieves was numbered a hundred men,
+ I wat they were not of the worst 90
+ That could be choosed out of Thirlwall and Willie-haver,
+ [I trow they were the very first.][L92]
+
+ But all that was in Rookhope-head,
+ And all that was i' Nuketon-cleugh,
+ Where Weardale-men o'ertook the thieves, 95
+ And there they gave them fighting eneugh.
+
+ So sore they made them fain to flee,
+ As many was 'a'' out of hand,
+ And, for tul have been at home again,
+ They would have been in iron bands. 100
+
+ And for the space of long seven years
+ As sore they mighten a' had their lives,
+ But there was never one of them
+ That ever thought to have seen their 'wives.'
+
+ About the time the fray began, 105
+ I trow it lasted but an hour,
+ Till many a man lay weaponless,
+ And was sore wounded in that stour.
+
+ Also before that hour was done,
+ Four of the thieves were slain, 110
+ Besides all those that wounded were,
+ And eleven prisoners there was ta'en.
+
+ George Carrick, and his brother Edie,
+ Them two, I wot they were both slain;
+ Harry Corbyl, and Lennie Carrick, 115
+ Bore them company in their pain.
+
+ One of our Weardale-men was slain,
+ Rowland Emerson his name hight;
+ I trust to God his soul is well,
+ Because he 'fought' unto the right. 120
+
+ But thus they say'd, "We'll not depart
+ While we have one:--speed back again!"
+ And when they came amongst the dead men,
+ There they found George Carrick slain.
+
+ And when they found George Carrick slain, 125
+ I wot it went well near their 'heart;'
+ Lord, let them never make a better end,
+ That comes to play them sicken a 'part.'
+
+ I trust to God, no more they shall,
+ Except it be one for a great chance; 130
+ For God will punish all those
+ With a great heavy pestilence.
+
+ Thir limmer thieves, they have good hearts,
+ They nevir think to be o'erthrown;
+ Three banners against Weardale-men they bare, 135
+ As if the world had been all their own.
+
+ Thir Weardale-men, they have good hearts,
+ They are as stiff as any tree;
+ For, if they'd every one been slain,
+ Never a foot back man would flee. 140
+
+ And such a storm amongst them fell
+ As I think you never heard the like,
+ For he that bears his head so high,
+ He oft-times falls into the dyke.
+
+ And now I do entreat you all, 145
+ As many as are present here.
+ To pray for [the] singer of this song,
+ For he sings to make blithe your cheer.
+
+5. Thirlwall, or Thirlitwall, is said by Fordun, the Scottish historian,
+to be a name given to the Picts' or Roman wall, from its having been
+thirled, or perforated, in ancient times, by the Scots and Picts.
+
+Willie-haver, or Willeva, is a small district or township in the parish
+of Lanercost, near Bewcastledale, in Cumberland, mentioned in the ballad
+of _Hobie Noble_.--RITSON.]
+
+31. This would be about eleven o'clock, the usual dinner-hour in that
+period.--RITSON.]
+
+43. The two Earls were Thomas Percy, Earl of Northumberland, and Charles
+Nevil, Earl of Westmoreland, who, on the 15th of November, 1569, at the
+head of their tenantry and others, took arms for the purpose of
+liberating Mary, Queen of Scots, and restoring the old religion. They
+besieged Barnard castle, which was, for eleven days, stoutly defended by
+Sir George Bowes, who, afterward, being appointed the Queen's marshal,
+hanged the poor constables and peasantry by dozens in a day, to the
+amount of 800. The Earl of Northumberland, betrayed by the Scots, with
+whom he had taken refuge, was beheaded at York, on the 22d of August,
+1572; and the Earl of Westmoreland, deprived of the ancient and noble
+patrimony of the Nevils, and reduced to beggary, escaped over sea, into
+Flanders, and died in misery and disgrace, being the last of his
+family.--RITSON. See _The Rising in the North_ and _Northumberland
+betrayed by Douglas_.]
+
+48. This is still the phraseology of Westmoreland: a _poorly_ man, a
+_softly_ day, and the like.--RITSON.]
+
+52. The 6th of December.]
+
+66. Now a straggling village so called; originally, it would seem, the
+gate-house, or ranger's lodge, at the east entrance of Stanhope-park. At
+some distance from this place is Westgate, so called for a similar
+reason.--RITSON.
+
+The mention of the bailiff's house at the East-gate is (were such a
+proof wanting) strongly indicative of the authenticity of the ballad.
+The family of Emerson of East-gate, a fief, if I may so call it, held
+under the bishop, long exercised the office of bailiff of Wolsingham,
+the chief town and borough of Weardale, and of Forster, &c., under
+successive prelates.--SURTEES.]
+
+68. A place in the neighbourhood of East-gate, known at present, as well
+as the Dry-rig, or Smale-burns.--RITSON.]
+
+92. The reciter, from his advanced age, could not recollect the original
+line thus imperfectly supplied.--RITSON.]
+
+
+
+
+THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 15.
+
+
+This ballad is preserved in the Bannatyne MS., and was first printed in
+Ramsay's _Evergreen_, ii. 224. Scott informs us that Ramsay took some
+liberties with the original text, and even interpolated the manuscript
+to favor his readings. A more accurate copy was given in the _Border
+Minstrelsy_. The text in Herd's _Scottish Songs_, i. 91, and Caw's
+_Museum_, p. 235, is that of the _Evergreen_.
+
+"The skirmish of the Reidswire happened upon the 7th of June, 1575, at
+one of the meetings held by the Wardens of the Marches, for arrangements
+necessary upon the Border. Sir John Carmichael was the Scottish Warden,
+and Sir John Forster held that office on the English Middle March. In
+the course of the day, which was employed as usual in redressing wrongs,
+a bill, or indictment, at the instance of a Scottish complainer, was
+fouled (_i. e._ found a true bill) against one Farnstein, a notorious
+English freebooter. Forster alleged that he had fled from justice.
+Carmichael, considering this as a pretext to avoid making compensation
+for the felony, bade him "play fair!" to which the haughty English
+warden retorted, by some injurious expressions respecting Carmichael's
+family, and gave other open signs of resentment. His retinue, chiefly
+men of Redesdale and Tynedale, the most ferocious of the English
+Borderers, glad of any pretext for a quarrel, discharged a flight of
+arrows among the Scots. A warm conflict ensued, in which, Carmichael
+being beat down and made prisoner, success seemed at first to incline to
+the English side, till the Tynedale men, throwing themselves too
+greedily upon the plunder, fell into disorder; and a body of Jedburgh
+citizens arriving at that instant, the skirmish terminated in a complete
+victory on the part of the Scots, who took prisoners, the English
+warden, James Ogle, Cuthbert Collingwood, Francis Russell, son to the
+Earl of Bedford, and son-in-law to Forster, some of the Fenwicks, and
+several other Border chiefs. They were sent to the Earl of Morton, then
+Regent, who detained them at Dalkeith for some days, till the heat of
+their resentment was abated; which prudent precaution prevented a war
+betwixt the two kingdoms. He then dismissed them with great expressions
+of regard; and, to satisfy Queen Elizabeth, sent Carmichael to York,
+whence he was soon after honourably dismissed. The field of battle,
+called the Reidswire, is a part of the Carter Mountain, about ten miles
+from Jedburgh."--SCOTT.
+
+ The seventh of July, the suith to say,
+ At the Reidswire the tryst was set;[L2]
+ Our wardens they affixed the day,
+ And, as they promised, so they met.
+ Alas! that day I'll ne'er forgett! 5
+ Was sure sae feard, and then sae faine--
+ They came theare justice for to gett,
+ Will never green to come again.
+
+ Carmichael was our warden then,
+ He caused the country to conveen; 10
+ And the Laird's Wat, that worthie man,[L11]
+ Brought in that sirname weil beseen:
+ The Armestranges, that aye hae been
+ A hardy house, but not a hail,[L14]
+ The Elliots' honours to maintaine, 15
+ Brought down the lave o' Liddesdale.
+
+ Then Tividale came to wi' spied;
+ The Sheriffe brought the Douglas down,[L18]
+ Wi' Cranstane, Gladstain, good at need,
+ Baith Rewle water, and Hawick town. 20
+ Beanjeddart bauldly made him boun,
+ Wi' a' the Trumbills, stronge and stout;
+ The Rutherfoords, with grit renown,
+ Convoy'd the town of Jedbrugh out.[L24]
+
+ Of other clans I cannot tell, 25
+ Because our warning was not wide--
+ Be this our folks hae ta'en the fell,
+ And planted down palliones, there to bide,
+ We looked down the other side,
+ And saw come breasting ower the brae, 30
+ Wi' Sir John Forster for their guyde,[L31]
+ Full fifteen hundred men and mae.
+
+ It grieved him sair that day, I trow,
+ Wi' Sir George Hearoune of Schipsydehouse;[L34]
+ Because we were not men enow, 35
+ They counted us not worth a louse.
+ Sir George was gentle, meek, and douse,
+ But _he_ was hail and het as fire;
+ And yet, for all his cracking crouse,
+ He rewd the raid o' the Reidswire. 40
+
+ To deal with proud men is but pain;
+ For either must ye fight or flee,
+ Or else no answer make again,
+ But play the beast, and let them be.
+ It was na wonder he was hie, 45
+ Had Tindaill, Reedsdaill, at his hand,[L46]
+ Wi' Cukdaill, Gladsdaill on the lee,
+ And Hebsrime, and Northumberland.[L48]
+
+ Yett was our meeting meek eneugh,
+ Begun wi' merriment and mowes, 50
+ And at the brae, aboon the heugh,
+ The clark sat down to call the rowes.
+ And some for kyne, and some for ewes,
+ Call'd in of Dandrie, Hob, and Jock--
+ We saw, come marching ower the knows, 55
+ Five hundred Fennicks in a flock,--[L56]
+
+ With jack and speir, and bows all bent,
+ And warlike weapons at their will:
+ Although we were na weel content,
+ Yet, by my troth, we fear'd no ill. 60
+ Some gaed to drink, and some stude still,
+ And some to cards and dice them sped;
+ Till on ane Farnstein they fyled a bill,
+ And he was fugitive and fled.
+
+ Carmichaell bade them speik out plainlie, 65
+ And cloke no cause for ill nor good;
+ The other, answering him as vainlie,
+ Began to reckon kin and blood:
+ He raise, and raxed him where he stood,
+ And bade him match him with his marrows; 70
+ Then Tindaill heard them reasun rude,
+ And they loot off a flight of arrows.
+
+ Then was there nought but bow and speir,
+ And every man pull'd out a brand;
+ "A Schafton and a Fenwick" thare: 75
+ Gude Symington was slain frae hand.
+ The Scotsmen cried on other to stand,
+ Frae time they saw John Robson slain--
+ What should they cry? the King's command
+ Could cause no cowards turn again. 80
+
+ Up rose the laird to red the cumber,
+ Which would not be for all his boast;
+ What could we doe with sic a number--
+ Fyve thousand men into a host?
+ Then Henry Purdie proved his cost, 85
+ And very narrowlie had mischief'd him,
+ And there we had our warden lost,
+ Wert not the grit God he relieved him.
+
+ Another throw the breiks him bair,
+ Whill flatlies to the ground he fell: 90
+ Than thought I weel we had lost him there,
+ Into my stomack it struck a knell!
+ Yet up he raise, the treuth to tell ye,
+ And laid about him dints full dour;
+ His horsemen they raid sturdily, 95
+ And stude about him in the stoure.
+
+ Then raise the slogan with ane shout--
+ "Fy, Tindaill, to it! Jedburgh's here!"[L98]
+ I trow he was not half sae stout,
+ But anis his stomach was asteir. 100
+ With gun and genzie, bow and speir,
+ Men might see mony a cracked crown!
+ But up amang the merchant geir,
+ They were as busy as we were down.
+
+ The swallow taill frae tackles flew, 105
+ Five hundredth flain into a flight:
+ But we had pestelets enew,
+ And shot among them as we might.
+ With help of God the game gaed right,
+ Fra time the foremost of them fell; 110
+ Then ower the know, without goodnight,
+ They ran with mony a shout and yell.
+
+ But after they had turned backs,
+ Yet Tindail men they turn'd again,
+ And had not been the merchant packs,[L115] 115
+ There had been mae of Scotland slain.
+ But, Jesu! if the folks were fain
+ To put the bussing on their thies;
+ And so they fled, wi' a' their main,
+ Down ower the brae, like clogged bees. 120
+
+ Sir Francis Russell ta'en was there,[L121]
+ And hurt, as we hear men rehearse;
+ Proud Wallinton was wounded sair,[L123]
+ Albeit he be a Fennick fierce.
+ But if ye wald a souldier search, 125
+ Among them a' were ta'en that night,
+ Was nane sae wordie to put in verse,
+ As Collingwood, that courteous knight.[L128]
+
+ Young Henry Schafton, he is hurt;[L129]
+ A souldier shot him wi' a bow; 130
+ Scotland has cause to mak great sturt,
+ For laiming of the Laird of Mow.[L132]
+ The Laird's Wat did weel indeed;
+ His friends stood stoutlie by himsell,
+ With little Gladstain, gude in need, 135
+ For Gretein kend na gude be ill.[L136]
+
+ The Sheriffe wanted not gude will,
+ Howbeit he might not fight so fast;
+ Beanjeddart, Hundlie, and Hunthill,[L139]
+ Three, on they laid weel at the last. 140
+ Except the horsemen of the guard,
+ If I could put men to availe,
+ None stoutlier stood out for their laird,
+ Nor did the lads of Liddisdail.
+
+ But little harness had we there; 145
+ But auld Badreule had on a jack,[L146]
+ And did right weel, I you declare,
+ With all his Trumbills at his back.
+ Gude Edderstane was not to lack,[L149]
+ Nor Kirktoun, Newton, noble men![L150] 150
+ Thir's all the specials I of speake,
+ By others that I could not ken.
+
+ Who did invent that day of play,
+ We need not fear to find him soon;
+ For Sir John Forster, I dare well say, 155
+ Made us this noisome afternoon.
+ Not that I speak preceislie out,
+ That he supposed it would be perril;
+ But pride, and breaking out of feuid,
+ Garr'd Tindaill lads begin the quarrel. 160
+
+2. _Swire_ signifies the descent of a hill, and the epithet _Red_ is
+derived from the color of the heath, or perhaps, from the Reid-water,
+which rises at no great distance.--S.
+
+11. The Laird's Wat is perhaps the young Buccleuch, who, about twenty
+years after this _raid_, performed the great exploit of rescuing Kinmont
+Willie from Carlisle Castle.--S.
+
+14. This clan are here mentioned as not being hail, or whole, because
+they were outlawed or broken men. Indeed, many of them had become
+Englishmen, as the phrase then went. There was an old alliance betwixt
+the Elliots and Armstrongs, here alluded to.--S.
+
+18. Douglas of Cavers, hereditary Sheriff of Teviotdale, descended from
+Black Archibald, who carried the standard of his father, the Earl of
+Douglas, at the battle of Otterbourne.--See the ballad of that name.--S.
+
+24. These were ancient and powerful clans, residing chiefly upon the
+river Jed. Hence, they naturally convoyed the town of Jedburgh out. The
+following fragment of an old ballad is quoted in a letter from an aged
+gentleman of this name, residing at New York, to a friend in Scotland:--
+
+ "Bauld Rutherfurd, he was fou stout,
+ Wi' a' his nine sons him round about;
+ He led the town o' Jedburgh out,
+ All bravely fought that day."--S.
+
+31. Sir John Forster, or, more properly, Forrester, of Balmbrough Abbey,
+Warden of the Middle Marches in 1561, was deputy-governor of Berwick,
+and governor of Balmborough Castle.--S.
+
+34. George Heron Miles of Chipchase Castle, probably the same who was
+slain at the Reidswire, was Sheriff of Northumberland, 13th
+Elizabeth.--S.
+
+46. These are districts, or dales, on the English Border.
+
+48. Mr. George Ellis suggests, with great probability, that this is a
+mistake, not for Hebburne, as the Editor stated in an earlier edition,
+but for Hexham, which, with its territory, formed a county independent
+of Northumberland, with which it is here ranked.--S.
+
+56. The Fenwicks; a powerful and numerous Northumberland clan.--S.
+
+98. The gathering word peculiar to a certain name, or set of people, was
+termed _slogan_ or _slughorn_, and was always repeated at an onset, as
+well as on many other occasions. It was usually the name of the clan, or
+place of rendezvous, or leader. In 1335, the English, led by Thomas of
+Rosslyne, and William Moubray, assaulted Aberdeen. The former was
+mortally wounded in the onset; and, as his followers were pressing
+forward, shouting "_Rosslyne! Rosslyne!_" "Cry _Moubray_," said the
+expiring chieftain; "_Rosslyne_ is gone!"--S.
+
+115. The ballad-maker here ascribes the victory to the real cause; for
+the English Borderers dispersing to plunder the merchandise, gave the
+opposite party time to recover from their surprise. It seems to have
+been usual for travelling merchants to attend Border meetings, although
+one would have thought the kind of company usually assembled there might
+have deterred them.--S.
+
+121. This gentleman was son to the Earl of Bedford, and Warden of the
+East Marches. He was, at this time, chamberlain of Berwick.--S.
+
+123. Fenwick of Wallington, a powerful Northumbrian chief.--S.
+
+128. Sir Cuthbert Collingwood of Esslington, Sheriff of Northumberland,
+the 10th and 20th of Elizabeth.--S.
+
+129. The Shaftoes are an ancient family settled at Bavington, in
+Northumberland, since the time of Edward I.--S.
+
+132. An ancient family on the Borders. The Laird of Mowe here mentioned
+was the only gentleman of note killed in the skirmish on the Scottish
+side.--S.
+
+136. Graden, a family of Kers.--S.
+
+139. Douglas of Beanjeddart, an ancient branch of the house of Cavers,
+possessing property near the junction of the Jed and Teviot.
+_Hundlie._--Rutherford of Hundlie, or Hundalee, situated on the Jed
+above Jedburgh. _Hunthill._--The old tower of Hunthill was situated
+about a mile above Jedburgh. It was the patrimony of an ancient family
+of Rutherfords. I suppose the person, here meant, to be the same who is
+renowned in tradition by the name of the _Cock of Hunthill_.--S.
+
+146. Sir Andrew Turnbull of Bedrule, upon Rule Water.--S.
+
+149. An ancient family of Rutherfords; I believe, indeed, the most
+ancient now extant.--S.
+
+150. The parish of Kirktoun belonged, I believe, about this time, to a
+branch of the Cavers family; but Kirkton of Stewartfield is mentioned in
+the list of Border clans in 1597. _Newton._--This is probably Grinyslaw
+of Little Newton, mentioned in the said roll of Border clans.--S.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED.
+
+
+Taken down from the recitation of an old woman, and first published
+(certainly not without what are called "improvements") in Richardson's
+_Borderer's Table Book_, vol. vii. p. 364, with an introduction by Mr.
+Robert White, which we here abridge.
+
+Percival or Parcy Reed, was proprietor of Troughend, a tract of land in
+Redesdale, Northumberland, a man of courage and devoted to the chase.
+Having been appointed warden of the district, he had the misfortune in
+the discharge of his duties, to offend a family of the name of Hall, who
+were owners of the farm of Girsonsfield, and also to incur the enmity of
+a band of moss-troopers, Crosier by name, some of whom had been brought
+to justice by his hands. The Halls concealed their resentment until they
+were able to contrive an opportunity for taking a safe revenge. In
+pursuance of this design, they requested Reed to join them on a hunting
+party. Their invitation was unsuspiciously accepted, and after a day of
+sport the company retired to a solitary hut in the lonely glen of
+Batinghope. Here Reed was attacked in the evening by the Crosiers, and
+as the Halls not only refused their assistance, but had treacherously
+deprived him of the means of defence by rendering his sword and gun
+unserviceable, he fell an easy victim to his savage foes.
+
+It is probable that we cannot assign to the event on which this piece is
+founded, a date later than the sixteenth century.
+
+The story of Parcy Reed is alluded to in _Rokeby_, canto first, XX.; Sir
+Walter Scott has also taken the death of his dog Keeldar as the subject
+of a poem contributed to Hood's annual, _The Gem_, for 1829.
+
+
+ God send the land deliverance
+ Frae every reaving, riding Scot;
+ We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe,
+ We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot.
+
+ The outlaws come frae Liddesdale, 5
+ They herry Redesdale far and near;
+ The rich man's gelding it maun gang,
+ They canna pass the puir man's mear.
+
+ Sure it were weel, had ilka thief
+ Around his neck a halter strang; 10
+ And curses heavy may they light
+ On traitors vile oursels amang.
+
+ Now Parcy Reed has Crosier ta'en,
+ He has delivered him to the law;
+ But Crosier says he'll do waur than that, 15
+ He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'.
+
+ And Crosier says he will do waur--
+ He will do waur if waur can be;
+ He'll make the bairns a' fatherless;
+ And then, the land it may lie lee. 20
+
+ "To the hunting, ho!" cried Parcy Reed,
+ "The morning sun is on the dew;
+ The cauler breeze frae off the fells
+ Will lead the dogs to the quarry true.
+
+ "To the hunting, ho!" cried Parcy Reed, 25
+ And to the hunting he has gane;
+ And the three fause Ha's o' Girsonsfield
+ Alang wi' him he has them ta'en.
+
+ They hunted high, they hunted low,
+ By heathery hill and birken shaw; 30
+ They raised a buck on Rooken Edge,
+ And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe.
+
+ They hunted high, they hunted low,
+ They made the echoes ring amain;
+ With music sweet o' horn and hound, 35
+ They merry made fair Redesdale glen.
+
+ They hunted high, they hunted low,
+ They hunted up, they hunted down,
+ Until the day was past the prime,
+ And it grew late in the afternoon. 40
+
+ They hunted high in Batinghope,
+ When as the sun was sinking low,
+ Says Parcy then, "Ca' off the dogs,
+ We'll bait our steeds and homeward go."
+
+ They lighted high in Batinghope, 45
+ Atween the brown and benty ground;
+ They had but rested a little while,
+ Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.
+
+ There's nane may lean on a rotten staff,
+ But him that risks to get a fa'; 50
+ There's nane may in a traitor trust,
+ And traitors black were every Ha'.
+
+ They've stown the bridle off his steed,
+ And they've put water in his lang gun;
+ They've fixed his sword within the sheath, 55
+ That out again it winna come.
+
+ "Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed,
+ Or by your enemies be ta'en;
+ For yonder are the five Crosiers
+ A-coming owre the Hingin-stane." 60
+
+ "If they be five, and we be four,
+ Sae that ye stand alang wi' me,
+ Then every man ye will take one,
+ And only leave but two to me:
+ We will them meet as brave men ought, 65
+ And make them either fight or flee."
+
+ "We mayna stand, we canna stand,
+ We daurna stand alang wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+ And they wad kill baith thee and we." 70
+
+ "O, turn thee, turn thee, Johnie Ha',
+ O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+ When ye come to Troughend again,
+ My gude black naig I will gie thee;
+ He cost full twenty pound o' gowd, 75
+ Atween my brother John and me."
+
+ "I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+ I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+ And they wad kill baith thee and me." 80
+
+ "O, turn thee, turn thee, Willie Ha',
+ O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+ When ye come to Troughend again,
+ A yoke o' owsen I'll gie thee."
+
+ "I mayna turn, I canna turn, 85
+ I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+ And they wad kill baith thee and me."
+
+ "O, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',
+ O, turn now, man, and fight wi' me; 90
+ If ever we come to Troughend again,
+ My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee."
+
+ "I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+ I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud, 95
+ And they wad kill baith thee and me."
+
+ "O, shame upon ye, traitors a'!
+ I wish your hames ye may never see;
+ Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+ And I can neither fight nor flee. 100
+
+ "Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+ And ye've put water i' my lang gun;
+ Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath,
+ That out again it winna come."
+
+ He had but time to cross himsel', 105
+ A prayer he hadna time to say,
+ Till round him came the Crosiers keen,
+ All riding graithed, and in array.
+
+ "Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed,
+ Thou art the very man we sought; 110
+ Owre lang hae we been in your debt,
+ Now will we pay you as we ought.
+
+ "We'll pay thee at the nearest tree,
+ Where we shall hang thee like a hound;"
+ Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword, 115
+ And fell'd the foremost to the ground.
+
+ Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,
+ Alake, he was an unarmed man;
+ Four weapons pierced him all at once,
+ As they assailed him there and than. 120
+
+ They fell upon him all at once,
+ They mangled him most cruellie;
+ The slightest wound might caused his deid,
+ And they have gi'en him thirty-three.
+ They hacket off his hands and feet, 125
+ And left him lying on the lee.
+
+ "Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt,
+ Ye canna weel dispute the tale,"
+ The Crosiers said, and off they rade--
+ They rade the airt o' Liddesdale. 130
+
+ It was the hour o' gloamin' gray,
+ When herds come in frae fauld and pen;
+ A herd he saw a huntsman lie,
+ Says he, "Can this be Laird Troughen'?"
+
+ "There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, 135
+ And some will ca' me Laird Troughen';
+ It's little matter what they ca' me,
+ My faes hae made me ill to ken.
+
+ "There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+ And speak my praise in tower and town; 140
+ It's little matter what they do now,
+ My life-blood rudds the heather brown.
+
+ "There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+ And a' my virtues say and sing;
+ I would much rather have just now 145
+ A draught o' water frae the spring!"
+
+ The herd flung aff his clouted shoon,
+ And to the nearest fountain ran;
+ He made his bonnet serve a cup,
+ And wan the blessing o' the dying man. 150
+
+ "Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair,--
+ Ye maun do mair as I ye tell;
+ Ye maun bear tidings to Troughend,
+ And bear likewise my last farewell.
+
+ "A farewell to my wedded wife, 155
+ A farewell to my brother John,
+ Wha sits into the Troughend tower,
+ Wi' heart as black as any stone.
+
+ "A farewell to my daughter Jean,
+ A farewell to my young sons five; 160
+ Had they been at their father's hand,
+ I had this night been man alive.
+
+ "A farewell to my followers a',
+ And a' my neighbours gude at need;
+ Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's 165
+ Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed.
+
+ "The laird o' Clennel bears my bow,
+ The laird o' Brandon bears my brand;
+ Whene'er they ride i' the border side,
+ They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend." 170
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O' GORDON.
+
+
+"This ballad is founded upon a real event, which took place in the north
+of Scotland in the year 1571, during the struggles between the party
+which held out for the imprisoned Queen Mary, and that which endeavoured
+to maintain the authority of her infant son, James VI. The person
+designated Edom o' Gordon was Adam Gordon of Auchindown, brother of the
+Marquis of Huntly, and his deputy as lieutenant of the north of Scotland
+for the Queen. This gentleman committed many acts of oppression on the
+clan Forbes, under colour of the Queen's authority, and in one collision
+with that family, killed Arthur, brother to Lord Forbes. He afterwards
+sent a party under one Captain Car, or Ker, to reduce the house of
+Towie, one of the chief seats of the name of Forbes. The proprietor of
+the mansion being from home, his lady, who was pregnant at the time,
+confiding too much in her sex and condition, not only refused to
+surrender, but gave Car some very opprobrious language over the walls,
+which irritated him so much that he set fire to the house, and burnt the
+whole inmates, amounting in all to thirty-seven persons. As Gordon never
+cashiered Car for this inhuman action, he was held by the public voice
+to be equally guilty, and accordingly [in one of the versions of the
+ballad] he is represented as the principal actor himself." (CHAMBERS's
+_Scottish Ballads_, p. 67.) It appears that the Forbeses afterwards
+attempted to assassinate Adam Gordon in the streets of Paris. See more
+of this Captain Ker under _The Battell of Balrinnes_, in the next
+volume.
+
+The ballad was first printed by the Foulises at Glasgow, 1755, under the
+title of _Edom of Gordon_, as taken down by Sir David Dalrymple from the
+recitation of a lady. It was inserted in the _Reliques_, (i. 122,)
+"improved and enlarged," (or, as Ritson more correctly expresses the
+fact, "interpolated and corrupted,") by several stanzas from a fragment
+in Percy's manuscript, called _Captain Adam Carre_. Ritson published the
+following genuine and ancient copy, (_Ancient Songs_, ii. 38,) from a
+collection in the Cotton Library. He states that his MS. had received
+numerous alterations or corrections, all or most of which, as being
+evidently for the better, he had adopted into the text. We have added a
+copy of _Edom o' Gordon_ given in Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, and in the
+Appendix an inferior version of the story, called _Loudoun Castle_.
+
+The names vary considerably in the different versions of this piece. The
+castle of Towie, or the house of Rothes, is here called the castle of
+Crecrynbroghe, in Percy's manuscript the castle of Brittonsborrow, and
+in the copy in the Appendix the locality is changed to Loudoun castle in
+Ayrshire. In like manner, Alexander Forbes is here turned into Lord
+Hamleton, and Captain Car is now called the lord of Easter-town and
+again the lord of Westerton-town.
+
+In the _Gentleman's Magazine_, vol. xci. Part 1, p. 451, will be found a
+modern ballad styled _Adam Gordon_, founded on the adventure of the
+freebooter of that name with Edward the First. Another on the same
+subject is given in Evans's _Old Ballads_, iv. 86.
+
+ It befell at Martynmas
+ When wether waxed colde,
+ Captaine Care saide to his men,
+ "We must go take a holde."
+
+ "Haille, master, and wether you will, 5
+ And wether ye like it best."
+ "To the castle of Crecrynbroghe;
+ And there we will take our reste.
+
+ "I knowe wher is a gay castle,
+ Is build of lyme and stone, 10
+ Within 'there' is a gay ladie,
+ Her lord is ryd from hom."
+
+ The ladie lend on her castle-walle,
+ She loked upp and downe;
+ There was she ware of an host of men, 15
+ Come riding to the towne.
+
+ "Come yow hether, my meri men all,
+ And look what I do see;
+ Yonder is ther an host of men,
+ I musen who they bee." 20
+
+ She thought he had been her own wed lord,
+ That had comd riding home;
+ Then was it traitour Captaine Care,
+ The lord of Ester-towne.
+
+ They were no soner at supper sett, 25
+ Then after said the grace,
+ Or captaine Care and all his men
+ Wer lighte aboute the place.
+
+ "Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,
+ And I will make the a bande; 30
+ To-nighte thoust ly wythin my arm,
+ To-morrowe thou shall ere my lan[de]."
+
+ Then bespacke the eldest sonne,
+ That was both whitt and redde,
+ "O mother dere, geve over your howsse, 35
+ Or elles we shal be deade."
+
+ "I will not geve over my hous," she saithe,
+ "Not for feare of my lyffe;
+ It shal be talked throughout the land,
+ The slaughter of a wyffe. 40
+
+ "Fetch me my pestilett,
+ And charge me my gonne,
+ That I may shott at the bloddy butcher,
+ The lord of Easter-towne."
+
+ She styfly stod on her castle-wall, 45
+ And lett the pellettes flee,
+ She myst the blody bucher,
+ And slew other three.
+
+ "I will not geve over my hous," she saithe,
+ "Netheir for lord nor lowne, 50
+ Nor yet for traitour Captaine Care,
+ The lord of Easter-towne.
+
+ "I desire of Captaine Care,
+ And all his bloddye band,
+ That he would save my eldest sonne, 55
+ The eare of all my lande."
+
+ "Lap him in a shete," he sayth,
+ "And let him downe to me,
+ And I shall take him in my armes,
+ His waran wyll I be." 60
+
+ The captayne sayd unto himselfe,
+ Wyth sped before the rest;
+ He cut his tonge out of his head,
+ His hart out of his brest.
+
+ He lapt them in a handerchef, 65
+ And knet it of knotes three,
+ And cast them over the castell-wall
+ At that gay ladye.
+
+ "Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,
+ And all thy bloddy band, 70
+ For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,
+ The ayre of all my land."
+
+ Then bespake the yongest sonn,
+ That sat on the nurses knee,
+ Sayth, "Mother gay, geve ower your house, 75
+ [The smoke] it smoldereth me."
+
+ "I wold geve my gold," she saith,
+ "And so I wolde my fee,
+ For a blaste of the wesleyn wind
+ To dryve the smoke from thee. 80
+
+ "Fy upon thee, John Hamleton,
+ That ever I paid thé hyre,
+ For thou hast broken my castle-wall,
+ And kyndled in [it] the fyre."[L84]
+
+ The lady gate to her close parler, 85
+ The fire fell aboute her head;
+ She toke up her children thre,
+ Seth, "Babes, we are all dead."
+
+ Then bespake the hye steward,
+ That is of hye degree; 90
+ Saith, "Ladie gay, you are no 'bote,'
+ Wethere ye fighte or flee."
+
+ Lord Hamleton dremd in his dreame,
+ In Carvall where he laye,
+ His halle 'was' all of fyre, 95
+ His ladie slayne or daye.
+
+ "Busk and bowne, my merry men all,
+ Even and go ye with me,
+ For I 'dremd' that my hall was on fyre
+ My lady slayne or day." 100
+
+ He buskt him and bownd him,
+ And like a worthi knighte,
+ And when he saw his hall burning,
+ His harte was no dele lighte.
+
+ He sett a trumpett till his mouth, 105
+ He blew as it plesd his grace;
+ Twenty score of Hambletons
+ Was light aboute the place.
+
+ "Had I knowne as much yesternighte
+ As I do to-daye, 110
+ Captaine Care and all his men
+ Should not have gone so quite [awaye.]
+
+ "Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,
+ And all thy blody 'bande;'
+ Thou hast slayne my lady gaye, 115
+ More worth then all thy lande.
+
+ "Yf thou had ought eny ill will," he saith,
+ "Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,
+ And have saved my children thre,
+ All and my lovesome wyffe." 120
+
+84, thee.
+
+
+
+
+EDOM O' GORDON.
+
+
+From Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, ii. 17. We presume this is the ballad
+printed by the Foulises.
+
+ It fell about the Martinmas,
+ Quhen the wind blew schrile and cauld,
+ Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
+ "We maun draw to a hauld.
+
+ "And what an a hauld sall we draw to, 5
+ My merry men and me?
+ We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
+ To see that fair ladie."
+
+ She had nae sooner busket hersell,
+ Nor putten on her gown, 10
+ Till Edom o' Gordon and his men
+ Were round about the town.
+
+ They had nae sooner sitten down,
+ Nor sooner said the grace,
+ Till Edom o' Gordon and his men 15
+ Were closed about the place.
+
+ The lady ran up to her tower head,
+ As fast as she could drie,
+ To see if by her fair speeches,
+ She could with him agree. 20
+
+ As soon as he saw the lady fair,
+ And hir yates all locked fast,
+ He fell into a rage of wrath,
+ And his heart was aghast.[L24]
+
+ "Cum down to me, ze lady fair, 25
+ Cum down to me, let's see;
+ This night ze's ly by my ain side,
+ The morn my bride sall be."
+
+ "I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon,
+ I winnae cum down to thee; 30
+ I winnae forsake my ane dear lord
+ That is sae far frae me."
+
+ "Gi up your house, ze fair lady,
+ Gi up your house to me,
+ Or I will burn zoursel therein, 35
+ Bot you and zour babies three."
+
+ "I winna gie up, zou fals Gordon,
+ To nae sik traitor as thee,
+ Tho' zou should burn mysel therein,
+ Bot and my babies three." 40
+
+ "Set fire to the house," quoth fals Gordon,
+ "Sin better may nae bee;
+ And I will burn hersel therein,
+ Bot and her babies three."
+
+ "And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, 45
+ I paid ze weil zour fee;
+ Why pow ze out my ground wa' stane,
+ Lets in the reek to me?
+
+ "And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,
+ For I paid zou weil zour hire; 50
+ Why pow ze out my ground wa' stane,
+ To me lets in the fire?"
+
+ "Ye paid me weil my hire, lady,
+ Ye paid me weil my fee,
+ But now I'm Edom of Gordon's man, 55
+ Maun either do or die."
+
+ O then bespake her zoungest son,
+ Sat on the nurses knee,
+ "Dear mother, gie owre your house," he says,
+ "For the reek it worries me." 60
+
+ "I winnae gie up my house, my dear,
+ To nae sik traitor as he;
+ Cum well, cum wae, my jewels fair,
+ Ye maun tak share wi me."
+
+ O then bespake her dochter dear, 65
+ She was baith jimp and sma,
+ "O row me in a pair o' shiets,
+ And tow me owre the wa."
+
+ They rowd her in a pair of shiets,
+ And towd her owre the wa, 70
+ But, on the point of Edom's speir,
+ She gat a deadly fa'.
+
+ O bonny, bonny, was hir mouth,
+ And chirry were her cheiks,
+ And clear, clear was hir zellow hair, 75
+ Whereon the reid bluid dreips.
+
+ Then wi his speir he turn'd hir owr,
+ O gin hir face was wan!
+ He said, "Zou are the first that eer
+ I wisht alive again." 80
+
+ He turn'd her owr and owr again;
+ O gin hir skin was whyte!
+ He said, "I might ha spard thy life,
+ To been some mans delyte."
+
+ "Busk and boon, my merry men all, 85
+ For ill dooms I do guess;
+ I cannae luik in that bonny face,
+ As it lyes on the grass."
+
+ "Them luiks to freits, my master deir,
+ Their freits will follow them;[L90] 90
+ Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon
+ Was daunted with a dame."
+
+ O then he spied hir ain deir lord,
+ As he came owr the lee;
+ He saw his castle in a fire, 95
+ As far as he could see.
+
+ "Put on, put on, my mighty men,[L97]
+ As fast as ze can drie,
+ For he that's hindmost of my men,
+ Sall neir get guid o' me." 100
+
+ And some they raid, and some they ran,
+ Fu fast out owr the plain,
+ But lang, lang, eer he coud get up,
+ They were a' deid and slain.
+
+ But mony were the mudie men 105
+ Lay gasping on the grien;
+ For o' fifty men that Edom brought out
+ There were but five ged heme.
+
+ And mony were the mudie men
+ Lay gasping on the grien, 110
+ And mony were the fair ladys
+ Lay lemanless at heme.
+
+ And round and round the waes he went,
+ Their ashes for to view;
+ At last into the flames he flew, 115
+ And bad the world adieu.
+
+24. heart, _pronounced_ hearrut.
+
+90. Then.
+
+97. _Qy._ wight yemen?
+
+
+
+
+WILLIE MACKINTOSH, OR, THE BURNING OF AUCHINDOWN.
+
+
+These fragments appear to relate to the burning of Auchindown, a castle
+belonging to the Gordons, in vengeance for the death of William
+Mackintosh of the clan Chattan, which is said to have occurred at the
+castle of the Earl of Huntly. The event is placed in the year 1592.
+After the Mackintoshes had executed their revenge, they were pursued by
+the Gordons, and overtaken in the Stapler, where "sixty of the clan
+Chattan were killed, and Willie Mackintosh, their leader, wounded." So
+says the not very trustworthy editor of the _Thistle of Scotland_.
+
+Another fragment of four stanzas (containing nothing additional), is
+given by Whitelaw, _Book of Scottish Ballads_, p. 248.
+
+
+I.
+
+From Finlay's _Scottish Ballads_, ii. 97.
+
+ As I came in by Fiddich-side,
+ In a May morning,
+ I met Willie Mackintosh
+ An hour before the dawning.
+
+ "Turn again, turn again, 5
+ Turn again, I bid ye;
+ If ye burn Auchindown,
+ Huntly he will head ye."
+
+ "Head me, hang me,
+ That sall never fear me; 10
+ I'll burn Auchindown
+ Before the life leaves me."
+
+ As I came in by Auchindown,
+ In a May morning,
+ Auchindown was in a bleeze, 15
+ An hour before the dawning.
+ * * * * *
+
+ "Crawing, crawing,
+ For my crowse crawing,
+ I lost the best feather i' my wing,
+ For my crowse crawing." 20
+
+
+II.
+
+From _The Thistle of Scotland_, p. 106.
+
+ "Turn, Willie Mackintosh,
+ Turn, I bid you,
+ Gin ye burn Auchindown,
+ Huntly will head you."
+
+ "Head me, or hang me, 5
+ That canna fley me,
+ I'll burn Auchindown,
+ Ere the life lea' me."
+
+ Coming down Dee-side
+ In a clear morning, 10
+ Auchindown was in a flame,
+ Ere the cock crawing.
+
+ But coming o'er Cairn Croom,
+ And looking down, man,
+ I saw Willie Mackintosh 15
+ Burn Auchindown, man.
+
+ "Bonny Willie Mackintosh,
+ Whare left ye your men?"
+ "I left them in the Stapler,
+ But they'll never come hame." 20
+
+ "Bonny Willie Mackintosh,
+ Where now is your men?"
+ "I left them in the Stapler,
+ Sleeping in their sheen."
+
+
+
+
+LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 199.
+
+
+"A. D. 1585, John Lord Maxwell, or, as he styled himself, Earl of
+Morton, having quarrelled with the Earl of Arran, reigning favourite of
+James VI., and fallen, of course, under the displeasure of the court,
+was denounced rebel. A commission was also given to the Laird of
+Johnstone, then Warden of the West Marches, to pursue and apprehend the
+ancient rival and enemy of his house. Two bands of mercenaries,
+commanded by Captains Cranstoun and Lammie, who were sent from Edinburgh
+to support Johnstone, were attacked and cut to pieces at Crawford-muir,
+by Robert Maxwell, natural brother to the chieftain; who, following up
+his advantage, burned Johnstone's Castle of Lochwood, observing, with
+savage glee, that he would give Lady Johnstone light enough by which 'to
+set her hood.' In a subsequent conflict, Johnstone himself was defeated,
+and made prisoner, and is said to have died of grief at the disgrace
+which he sustained.
+
+"By one of the revolutions, common in those days, Maxwell was soon after
+restored to the King's favour in his turn, and obtained the wardenry of
+the West Marches. A bond of alliance was subscribed by him, and by Sir
+James Johnstone, and for some time the two clans lived in harmony. In
+the year 1593, however, the hereditary feud was revived on the following
+occasion. A band of marauders, of the clan Johnstone, drove a prey of
+cattle from the lands belonging to the Lairds of Crichton, Sanquhar, and
+Drumlanrig; and defeated, with slaughter, the pursuers, who attempted to
+rescue their property.--[See _The Lads of Wamphray_, post, p. 168.] The
+injured parties, being apprehensive that Maxwell would not cordially
+embrace their cause, on account of his late reconciliation with the
+Johnstones, endeavoured to overcome his reluctance, by offering to enter
+into bonds of manrent, and so to become his followers and liegemen; he,
+on the other hand, granting to them a bond of maintenance, or
+protection, by which he bound himself, in usual form, to maintain their
+quarrel against all mortals, saving his loyalty. Thus, the most powerful
+and respectable families in Dumfriesshire, became, for a time, the
+vassals of Lord Maxwell. This secret alliance was discovered to Sir
+James Johnstone by the Laird of Cummertrees, one of his own clan, though
+a retainer to Maxwell. Cummertrees even contrived to possess himself of
+the bonds of manrent, which he delivered to his chief. The petty warfare
+betwixt the rival barons was instantly renewed. Buccleuch, a near
+relation of Johnstone, came to his assistance with his clan, 'the most
+renowned freebooters, [says a historian,] the fiercest and bravest
+warriors among the Border tribes.' With Buccleuch also came the Elliots,
+Armstrongs, and Grĉmes. Thus reinforced, Johnstone surprised and cut to
+pieces a party of the Maxwells, stationed at Lochmaben. On the other
+hand, Lord Maxwell, armed with the royal authority, and numbering among
+his followers all the barons of Nithsdale, displayed his banner as the
+King's lieutenant, and invaded Annandale at the head of two thousand
+men. In those days, however, the royal auspices seem to have carried as
+little good fortune as effective strength with them. A desperate
+conflict, still renowned in tradition, took place at the Dryffe Sands,
+not far from Lockerby, in which Johnstone, although inferior in numbers,
+partly by his own conduct, partly by the valour of his allies, gained a
+decisive victory. Lord Maxwell, a tall man, and heavily armed, was
+struck from his horse in the flight, and cruelly slain, after the hand,
+which he stretched out for quarter, had been severed from his body. Many
+of his followers were slain in the battle, and many cruelly wounded,
+especially by slashes in the face, which wound was thence termed a
+'Lockerby lick.' The Barons of Lag, Closeburn, and Drumlanrig, escaped
+by the fleetness of their horses; a circumstance alluded to in the
+following ballad.
+
+"John, Lord Maxwell, with whose 'Goodnight' the reader is here
+presented, was son to him who fell at the battle of Dryffe Sands, and
+is said to have early avowed the deepest revenge for his father's death.
+Such, indeed, was the fiery and untameable spirit of the man, that
+neither the threats nor entreaties of the King himself could make him
+lay aside his vindictive purpose; although Johnstone, the object of his
+resentment, had not only reconciled himself to the court, but even
+obtained the wardenry of the Middle Marches, in room of Sir John
+Carmichael, murdered by the Armstrongs. Lord Maxwell was therefore
+prohibited to approach the Border counties; and having, in contempt of
+that mandate, excited new disturbances, he was confined in the castle of
+Edinburgh. From this fortress, however, he contrived to make his escape;
+and, having repaired to Dumfriesshire, he sought an amicable interview
+with Johnstone, under a pretence of a wish to accommodate their
+differences. Sir Robert Maxwell, of Orchardstane, (mentioned in the
+ballad, verse 1,) who was married to a sister of Sir James Johnstone,
+persuaded his brother-in-law to accede to Maxwell's proposal."
+
+So far Sir Walter Scott. The meeting took place on the 6th of April,
+1608, in the presence of Sir Robert Maxwell, each party being
+accompanied by a single follower. While the chieftains were conferring
+together, Charles Maxwell, the attendant of Lord John, maliciously began
+an altercation with the servant of Johnstone, and shot him with a
+pistol, and Sir James, looking round at the report, was himself shot by
+Lord Maxwell in the back with two poisoned bullets.
+
+The murderer escaped to France, but afterwards venturing to return to
+Scotland, was apprehended, brought to trial at Edinburgh, and beheaded
+on the 21st of May, 1613. We may naturally suppose that the _Goodnight_
+was composed shortly after Lord Maxwell fled across the seas, certainly
+before 1613.
+
+This ballad was first printed in the _Border Minstrelsy_ "from a copy in
+Glenriddel's MSS., with some slight variations from tradition."
+
+
+ "Adieu, madame, my mother dear,
+ But and my sisters three!
+ Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane!
+ My heart is wae for thee.
+ Adieu, the lily and the rose, 5
+ The primrose fair to see!
+ Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!
+ For I may not stay with thee.
+
+ "Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone,
+ What care I for their feid? 10
+ My noble mind their wrath disdains,--
+ He was my father's deid.
+ Both night and day I labour'd oft
+ Of him avenged to be;
+ But now I've got what lang I sought, 15
+ And I may not stay with thee.
+
+ "Adieu, Drumlanrig! false wert aye--
+ And Closeburn in a band!
+ The Laird of Lag, frae my father that fled,
+ When the Johnston struck aff his hand! 20
+ They were three brethren in a band--
+ Joy may they never see!
+ Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart,
+ Has twined my love and me.
+
+ "Adieu, Dumfries, my proper place, 25
+ But and Carlaverock fair!
+ Adieu, my castle of the Thrieve,
+ Wi' a' my buildings there!
+ Adieu, Lochmaben's gate sae fair,
+ The Langholm-holm, where birks there be! 30
+ Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!
+ For, trust me, I may not stay wi' thee.
+
+ "Adieu, fair Eskdale, up and down,
+ Where my puir friends do dwell!
+ The bangisters will ding them down, 35
+ And will them sair compell.
+ But I'll avenge their feid mysell,
+ When I come o'er the sea;
+ Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!
+ For I may not stay wi' thee." 40
+
+ "Lord of the land,"--that ladye said,
+ "O wad ye go wi' me,
+ Unto my brother's stately tower,
+ Where safest ye may be!
+ There Hamiltons, and Douglas baith, 45
+ Shall rise to succour thee."
+ "Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame,
+ But I may not stay wi' thee."
+
+ Then he tuik aff a gay gold ring,
+ Thereat hang signets three; 50
+ "Hae, tak thee that, mine ain dear thing,
+ And still hae mind o' me:
+ But if thou take another lord,
+ Ere I come ower the sea--
+ His life is but a three days' lease, 55
+ Though I may not stay wi' thee."
+
+ The wind was fair, the ship was clear,
+ That good lord went away;
+ And most part of his friends were there,
+ To give him a fair convey. 60
+ They drank the wine, they didna spair,
+ Even in that gude lord's sight--
+ Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray,
+ And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his Goodnight.
+
+
+
+
+THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 148.
+
+
+"The reader will find, prefixed to the foregoing ballad, an account of
+the noted feud betwixt the families of Maxwell and Johnstone. The
+following song celebrates the skirmish, in 1593, betwixt the Johnstones
+and Crichtons, which led to the revival of the ancient quarrel betwixt
+Johnstone and Maxwell, and finally to the battle of Dryffe Sands, in
+which the latter lost his life. Wamphray is the name of a parish in
+Annandale. Lethenhall was the abode of Johnstone of Wamphray, and
+continued to be so till of late years. William Johnstone of Wamphray,
+called the Galliard, was a noted freebooter. A place, near the head of
+Teviotdale, retains the name of the Galliard's Faulds, (folds,) being a
+valley, where he used to secrete and divide his spoil, with his
+Liddesdale and Eskdale associates. His _nom de guerre_ seems to have
+been derived from the dance called the Galliard. The word is still used
+in Scotland, to express an active, gay, dissipated character. Willie of
+the Kirkhill, nephew to the Galliard, and his avenger, was also a noted
+Border robber. Previous to the battle of Dryffe Sands, so often
+mentioned, tradition reports, that Maxwell had offered a ten-pound-land
+to any of his party, who should bring him the head or hand of the Laird
+of Johnstone. This being reported to his antagonist, he answered, he had
+not a ten-pound-land to offer, but would give a five-merk-land to the
+man who should that day cut off the head or hand of Lord Maxwell. Willie
+of the Kirkhill, mounted upon a young grey horse, rushed upon the enemy,
+and earned the reward, by striking down their unfortunate chieftain, and
+cutting off his right hand."--SCOTT.
+
+
+ 'Twixt Girth-head and the Langwood end,[L1]
+ Lived the Galliard, and the Galliard's men,
+ But and the lads of Leverhay,
+ That drove the Crichton's gear away.
+
+ It is the lads of Lethenha', 5
+ The greatest rogues amang them a';
+ But and the lads of Stefenbiggin,
+ They broke the house in at the rigging.
+
+ The lads of Fingland, and Helbeck-hill,
+ They were never for good, but aye for ill; 10
+ 'Twixt the Staywood-bush and Langside-hill,
+ They steal'd the broked cow and the branded bull.
+
+ It is the lads of the Girth-head,
+ The deil's in them for pride and greed;
+ For the Galliard, and the gay Galliard's men, 15
+ They ne'er saw a horse but they made it their ain.
+
+ The Galliard to Nithsdale is gane,
+ To steal Sim Crichton's winsome dun;
+ The Galliard is unto the stable gane,
+ But instead of the dun, the blind he has ta'en. 20
+
+ "Now Simmy, Simmy of the Side,
+ Come out and see a Johnstone ride!
+ Here's the bonniest horse in a' Nithside,
+ And a gentle Johnstone aboon his hide."
+
+ Simmy Crichton's mounted then, 25
+ And Crichtons has raised mony a ane;
+ The Galliard trow'd his horse had been wight,
+ But the Crichtons beat him out o' sight.
+
+ As soon as the Galliard the Crichton saw,
+ Behind the saugh-bush he did draw; 30
+ And there the Crichtons the Galliard hae ta'en,
+ And nane wi' him but Willie alane.
+
+ "O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,
+ And I'll never mair do a Crichton wrang!
+ O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be, 35
+ And a peck o' gowd I'll give to thee!
+
+ "O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,
+ And my wife shall heap it with her hand!"
+ But the Crichtons wadna let the Galliard be,
+ But they hang'd him hie upon a tree. 40
+
+ O think then Willie he was right wae,
+ When he saw his uncle guided sae;
+ "But if ever I live Wamphray to see,
+ My uncle's death avenged shall be!"
+
+ Back to Wamphray he is gane, 45
+ And riders has raised mony a ane;
+ Saying--"My lads, if ye'll be true,
+ Ye shall a' be clad in the noble blue."
+
+ Back to Nithsdale they have gane,
+ And awa' the Crichtons' nowt hae ta'en; 50
+ But when they cam to the Wellpath-head,[L51]
+ The Crichtons bade them light and lead.
+
+ And when they cam to the Biddes-burn,
+ The Crichtons bade them stand and turn;
+ And when they cam to the Biddes-strand, 55
+ The Crichtons they were hard at hand.
+
+ But when they cam to the Biddes-law,
+ The Johnstones bade them stand and draw;
+ "We've done nae ill, we'll thole nae wrang,
+ But back to Wamphray we will gang." 60
+
+ And out spoke Willie of the Kirkhill,
+ "Of fighting, lads, ye'se hae your fill;"
+ And from his horse Willie he lap,
+ And a burnish'd brand in his hand he gat.
+
+ Out through the Crichtons Willie he ran, 65
+ And dang them down baith horse and man;
+ O but the Johnstones were wondrous rude,
+ When the Biddes-burn ran three days blood!
+
+ "Now, sirs, we have done a noble deed,--
+ We have revenged the Galliard's bleid; 70
+ For every finger of the Galliard's hand,
+ I vow this day I've kill'd a man."
+
+ As they cam in at Evan-head,
+ At Ricklaw-holm they spread abread;[L74]
+ "Drive on, my lads! it will be late; 75
+ We'll hae a pint at Wamphray gate.
+
+ "For where'er I gang, or e'er I ride,
+ The lads of Wamphray are on my side;
+ And of a' the lads that I do ken,
+ A Wamphray lad's the king of men." 80
+
+1-7. Leverhay, Stefenbiggin, Girth-head, &c., are all situated in the
+parish of Wamphray.--S.
+
+51-53. The Wellpath is a pass by which the Johnstones were retreating to
+their fastnesses in Annandale. The Biddes-burn, where the skirmish took
+place betwixt the Johnstones and their pursuers, is a rivulet which
+takes its course among the mountains on the confines of Nithesdale and
+Annandale.--S.
+
+74-76. Ricklaw-holm is a place upon the Evan-water, which falls into the
+Annan, below Moffat. Wamphray-gate was in those days an alehouse.--S.
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT.
+
+From Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 161.
+
+
+"A mortal feud having arisen between the Laird of Frendraught [Sir James
+Chrichton] and the Laird of Rothiemay [William Gordon], both gentlemen
+of Banffshire, a rencontre took place, at which the retainers of both
+were present, on the 1st of January, 1630; when Rothiemay was killed,
+and several persons hurt on both sides. To stanch this bloody quarrel,
+the Marquis of Huntly, who was chief to both parties, and who had
+therefore a right to act as arbiter between them, ordered Frendraught to
+pay fifty thousand merks to Rothiemay's widow. In the ensuing September,
+Frendraught fell into another quarrel, in the course of which James
+Lesly, son to Lesly of Pitcaple, was shot through the arm. Soon after
+the last incident, Frendraught, having paid a visit to the Marquis of
+Huntly at the Bog of Gight, the Laird of Pitcaple came up with thirty
+armed men, to demand atonement for the wound of his son. Huntly acted in
+this case with great discretion. Without permitting the two lairds to
+come to a conference, he endeavored to persuade the complaining party
+that Frendraught was in reality innocent of his son's wound; and, as
+Pitcaple went away vowing vengeance, he sent Frendraught home under a
+strong escort, which was commanded by his son, the Viscount Aboyne, and
+by the young Laird of Rothiemay, son to him whom Frendraught had killed
+some months before. The party reached Frendraught Castle without being
+attacked by Pitcaple; when, Aboyne and Rothiemay offering to take leave
+of Frendraught and his lady, in order to return home, they were
+earnestly entreated by these individuals to remain a night, and postpone
+their return till to-morrow. Being with difficulty prevailed upon, the
+young Viscount and Rothiemay were well entertained, and after supper
+went cheerfully to bed. To continue the narrative in the words of
+Spalding--"The Viscount was laid in an bed in the Old Tower going off
+the hall, and standing upon a vault, wherein there was ane round hole,
+devised of old, just under Aboyne's bed. Robert Gordon, his servitor,
+and English Will, his page, were both laid in the same chamber. The
+Laird of Rothiemay, with some servants beside him, was laid in another
+chamber just above Aboyne's chamber; and in another room above that
+chamber, were laid George Chalmers of Noth, and George Gordon, another
+of the Viscount's servants; with them also was laid Captain Rolloch,
+then in Frendraught's own company. All being thus at rest, about
+midnight that dolorous tower took fire in so sudden and furious a
+manner, yea, and in ane clap, that the noble Viscount, the Laird of
+Rothiemay, English Will, Colonel Wat, another of Aboyne's servants, and
+other two, being six in number, were cruelly burnt and tormented to the
+death, without help or relief; the Laird of Frendraught, his lady, and
+haill household looking on, without moving or stirring to deliver them
+from the fury of this fearful fire, as was reported. Robert Gordon,
+called Sutherland Gordon, being in the Viscount's chamber, escaped this
+fire with the life. George Chalmers and Captain Rolloch, being in the
+third room, escaped this fire also, and, as was said, Aboyne might have
+saved himself also if he would have gone out of doors, which he would
+not do, but suddenly ran up stairs to Rothiemay's chamber, and wakened
+him to rise; and as he is awakening him, the timber passage and lofting
+of the chamber hastily takes fire, so that none of them could win down
+stairs again; so they turned to a window looking to the close, where
+they piteously cried many times, "Help! help! for God's cause!" The
+Laird and Lady, with their servants, all seeing and hearing the woeful
+crying, made no help or manner of helping; which they perceiving, cried
+oftentimes mercy at God's hands for their sins; syne clasped in each
+other's arms, and cheerfully suffered their martyrdom. Thus died this
+noble Viscount, of singular expectation, Rothiemay, a brave youth, and
+the rest, by this doleful fire, never enough to be deplored, to the
+great grief and sorrow of their kin, parents, and hail common people,
+especially to the noble Marquis, who for his good will got this reward.
+No man can express the dolour of him and his lady, nor yet the grief of
+the Viscount's own dear lady, when it came to her ears, which she kept
+to her dying day, disdaining after the company of men all her life-time,
+following the love of the turtle dove.
+
+'It is reported that upon the morn after this woeful fire, the Lady
+Frendraught, daughter to the Earl of Sutherland, and near cousin to the
+Marquis, backed in a white plaid, and riding on a small nag, having a
+boy leading her horse, without any more in her company, in this pitiful
+manner she came weeping and mourning to the Bog, desiring entry to speak
+with my lord; but this was refused; so she returned back to her own
+house, the same gate she came, comfortless.'--SPALDING'S _History of the
+Troubles in Scotland_.
+
+"Suspicion formed two theories regarding the cause of the fire of
+Frendraught. The first was, that the Laird had wilfully set fire to the
+tower, for the purpose of destroying the young Laird of Rothiemay. The
+other was, that it originated in the revengeful feelings of the Laird of
+Pitcaple. In the first theory there is extremely little probability.
+First, it could not have been premeditated; because the circumstance of
+Frendraught being accompanied home that day by Aboyne and Rothiemay, was
+entirely accidental. In the second place, there was no reason for
+Frendraught being inclined to murder Rothiemay, except that he grudged
+the payment of the fifty thousand merks to his mother; while there was
+every reason for his being inclined rather to befriend a youth whom he
+had already injured by occasioning the death of his father. In the third
+place, all Frendraught's family papers, with much gold and silver, both
+in money and plate, were consumed in the fire. And, in the fourth
+place, it is extremely improbable that any man of his rank should commit
+so deliberate and so atrocious an act of villainy. On the other hand, it
+seems by no means improbable that Pitcaple should have caused fire to be
+set to his enemy's house; a mode of reprisal which had been practised in
+the same district of country, as we have already seen, by a gentleman of
+only the preceding age. Pitcaple's men, moreover, had been heard to
+declare an intention of attempting some such enterprise against
+Frendraught; as was proved on the trial of a gentleman of the name of
+Meldrum, who was apprehended, condemned, and executed, for his alleged
+accession to their conspiracy."--CHAMBERS'S _Scottish Ballads_, p. 85.
+
+This ballad was first printed in the _North Countrie Garland_, p. 4, and
+afterwards with a few slight corrections in Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_,
+having in both cases been furnished by Mr. C. K. Sharpe. The tragic
+story was celebrated by one Arthur Johnston, a contemporary scholar, in
+two Latin poems, the one entitled, _Querela Sophiĉ Hay, dominĉ de
+Melgeine, de morte mariti_, and the other, _De Johanne Gordonio,
+Vicecomite de Melgeine, el Johanne Gordonio de Rothemay, in arce
+Frendriaca combustis_ (Finlay, i. 67). In Herd's Collection (i. 199) is
+a modern piece on the subject called _Frennet Hall_, in the detestable
+style of the last century. This very feeble production is also to be
+found in Ritson's _Scottish Songs_ (ii. 31), Johnson's _Museum_, and
+elsewhere. But Ritson gives these few stanzas of an excellent old
+ballad, as remembered by the Rev. Mr. Boyd, the translator of Dante:
+
+ The reek it rose, and the flame it flew,
+ And oh the fire augmented high,
+ Until it came to Lord John's chamber-window,
+ And to the bed where Lord John lay.
+
+ "O help me, help me, Lady Frennet!
+ I never ettled harm to thee;
+ And if my father slew my lord,
+ Forget the deed and rescue me."
+
+ He looked east, he looked west,
+ To see if any help was nigh;
+ At length his little page he saw,
+ Who to his lord aloud did cry.
+
+ "Loup doun, loup doun, my master dear!
+ What though the window's dreigh and hie?
+ I'll catch you in my arms twa,
+ And never a foot from you I'll flee."
+
+ "How can I loup, you little page,
+ How can I leave this window hie?
+ Do you not see the blazing low,
+ And my twa legs burnt to my knee?"
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ The eighteenth of October,
+ A dismal tale to hear,
+ How good Lord John and Rothiemay
+ Was both burnt in the fire.
+
+ When steeds was saddled and well bridled, 5
+ And ready for to ride,
+ Then out it came her, false Frendraught,
+ Inviting them to bide.
+
+ Said,--"Stay this night untill we sup,
+ The morn untill we dine; 10
+ 'Twill be a token of good 'greement
+ 'Twixt your good Lord and mine."
+
+ "We'll turn again," said good Lord John;--
+ "But no," said Rothiemay,--
+ "My steed's trapan'd, my bridle's broken, 15
+ I fear the day I'm fey."
+
+ When mass was sung, and bells was rung,
+ And all men bound for bed,
+ Then good Lord John and Rothiemay
+ In one chamber was laid. 20
+
+ They had not long cast off their cloaths,
+ And were but now asleep,
+ When the weary smoke began to rise,
+ Likewise the scorching heat.
+
+ "O waken, waken, Rothiemay! 25
+ O waken, brother dear!
+ And turn you to our Saviour;
+ There is strong treason here."
+
+ When they were dressed in their cloaths,
+ And ready for to boun, 30
+ The doors and windows was all secur'd,
+ The roof-tree burning down.
+
+ He did him to the wire-window,
+ As fast as he could gang;
+ Says,--"Wae to the hands put in the stancheons, 35
+ For out we'll never win."
+
+ When he stood at the wire-window,
+ Most doleful to be seen,
+ He did espy her, Lady Frendraught,
+ Who stood upon the green. 40
+
+ Cried,--"Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught!
+ Will ye not sink with sin?
+ For first your husband killed my father,
+ And now you burn his son."
+
+ O then out spoke her, Lady Frendraught, 45
+ And loudly did she cry,--
+ "It were great pity for good Lord John,
+ But none for Rothiemay.
+ But the keys are casten in the deep draw well,
+ Ye cannot get away." 50
+
+ While he stood in this dreadful plight,
+ Most piteous to be seen,
+ There called out his servant Gordon,
+ As he had frantic been.
+
+ "O loup, O loup, my dear master, 55
+ O loup and come to me!
+ I'll catch you in my arms two;
+ One foot I will not flee.
+
+ "O loup, O loup, my dear master,
+ O loup and come away! 60
+ I'll catch you in my arms two,
+ But Rothiemay may lie."
+
+ "The fish shall never swim in the flood,
+ Nor corn grow through the clay,
+ Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled 65
+ Twin me and Rothiemay.
+
+ "But I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+ I cannot win to thee;
+ My head's fast in the wire-window,
+ My feet burning from me. 70
+
+ "My eyes are seething in my head,
+ My flesh roasting also,
+ My bowels are boiling with my blood;
+ Is not that a woeful woe?
+
+ "Take here the rings from my white fingers 75
+ That are so long and small,
+ And give them to my lady fair,
+ Where she sits in her hall.
+
+ "So I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+ I cannot loup to thee; 80
+ My earthly part is all consumed,
+ My spirit but speaks to thee."
+
+ Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,
+ His lady she was seen,
+ And thus addressed his servant Gordon, 85
+ Where he stood on the green.
+
+ "O wae be to you, George Gordon,
+ An ill death may you die!
+ So safe and sound as you stand there,
+ And my lord bereaved from me." 90
+
+ "I bad him loup, I bad him come,
+ I bad him loup to me;
+ I'd catch him in my arms two,
+ A foot I should not flee. &c.
+
+ "He threw me the rings from his white fingers, 95
+ Which were so long and small,
+ To give to you, his lady fair,
+ Where you sat in your hall." &c.
+
+ Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
+ O bonny Sophia was her name,-- 100
+ Her waiting maid put on her cloaths,
+ But I wot she tore them off again.
+
+ And aft she cried, "Ohon! alas, alas!
+ A sair heart's ill to win;
+ I wan a sair heart when I married him, 105
+ And the day it's well return'd again."
+
+
+
+
+THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLY.
+
+Finlay's _Scottish Ballads_, ii. 31.
+
+
+The Earl of Airly, a nobleman zealously attached to the cause of King
+Charles, withdrew from Scotland in order to avoid subscribing the
+Covenant, leaving his eldest son Lord Ogilvie at home. The Committee of
+Estates, hearing that Airly had fled the country, directed the Earls of
+Montrose and Kinghorn to take possession of his castle, but in this,
+owing to the exceeding strength of the place, they did not succeed.
+Subsequently the Earl of Argyle, a personal enemy of the Earl of Airly,
+was charged with the same commission, and raised an army of five
+thousand men to carry out his trust. Lord Ogilvie was unable to hold out
+against such a force, and abandoned his father's stronghold, which, as
+well as his own residence of Forthar, was plundered and utterly
+destroyed by Argyle. Lady Ogilvie is said to have been pregnant at the
+time of the burning of Forthar, and to have undergone considerable
+danger before she could find proper refuge. She never had, however, more
+than one son, though she is endowed with no fewer than ten by the
+ballads. According to one account, the event here celebrated took place
+in 1639; another assigns it to 1640. (Napier's _Montrose and the
+Covenanters_, i. 533.)
+
+The _Bonnie House of Airly_ was first printed in Finlay's _Scottish
+Ballads_. Other copies are given in Cromek's _Remains of Nithsdale and
+Galloway Song_, p. 225; Smith's _Scottish Minstrel_, ii. 2; Hogg's
+_Jacobite Relics_, ii. 152; Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 59; and
+Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 104.
+
+A modern attempt on the same theme may be seen in Hogg's _Jacobite
+Relics_, ii. 411. Allan Cunningham, misled by the Ogilvies' continuing
+to the Pretender the devotion they exhibited to the Royal Martyr and his
+son, has transferred the burning of Airly to the 18th century. See his
+_Young Airly_, in Cromek's _Remains_, p. 196, and, rewritten, in _The
+Songs of Scotland_, iii. 218.
+
+ It fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day,
+ When the corn grew green and yellow,
+ That there fell out a great dispute
+ Between Argyle and Airly.
+
+ The Duke o' Montrose has written to Argyle 5
+ To come in the morning early,
+ An' lead in his men, by the back o' Dunkeld,
+ To plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.
+
+ The lady look'd o'er her window sae hie,
+ And O but she looked weary! 10
+ And there she espied the great Argyle
+ Come to plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.
+
+ "Come down, come down, Lady Margaret," he says,
+ "Come down and kiss me fairly,
+ Or before the morning clear daylight, 15
+ I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly."
+
+ "I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,
+ I wadna kiss thee fairly,
+ I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,
+ Gin you shoudna leave a standing stane in Airly." 20
+
+ He has ta'en her by the middle sae sma',
+ Says, "Lady, where is your drury?"
+ "It's up and down by the bonnie burn side,
+ Amang the planting of Airly."
+
+ They sought it up, they sought it down, 25
+ They sought it late and early,
+ And found it in the bonnie balm-tree,
+ That shines on the bowling-green o' Airly.
+
+ He has ta'en her by the left shoulder,
+ And O but she grat sairly, 30
+ And led her down to yon green bank,
+ Till he plundered the bonnie house o' Airly.
+
+ "O it's I hae seven braw sons," she says,
+ "And the youngest ne'er saw his daddie,
+ And altho' I had as mony mae, 35
+ I wad gie them a' to Charlie.
+
+ "But gin my good lord had been at hame,
+ As this night he is wi' Charlie,
+ There durst na a Campbell in a' the west
+ Hae plundered the bonnie house o' Airly." 40
+
+
+
+
+THE BONNIE HOUSE OF AIRLY.
+
+From Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 59.
+
+
+ It fell on a day, and a bonny simmer day,
+ When green grew aits and barley,
+ That there fell out a greet dispute
+ Between Argyll and Airlie.
+
+ Argyll has raised an hunder men, 5
+ An hunder harness'd rarely,
+ And he's awa' by the back of Dunkell,
+ To plunder the castle of Airlie.
+
+ Lady Ogilvie looks o'er her bower window,
+ And O but she looks weary! 10
+ And there she spy'd the great Argyll,
+ Come to plunder the bonny house of Airlie.
+
+ "Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie,
+ Come down, and kiss me fairly:"
+ "O I winna kiss the fause Argyll, 15
+ If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie."
+
+ He hath taken her by the left shoulder,
+ Says, "Dame where lies thy dowry?"
+ "O it's east and west yon water side,
+ And it's down by the banks of the Airlie." 20
+
+ They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down,
+ They have sought it maist severely,
+ Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree,
+ That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie.
+
+ He hath taken her by the middle sae small, 25
+ And O but she grat sairly!
+ And laid her down by the bonny burn-side,
+ Till they plundered the castle of Airlie.
+
+ "Gif my gude lord war here this night,
+ As he is with King Charlie, 30
+ Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish Lord,
+ Durst awow to the plundering of Airlie.
+
+ "Gif my gude Lord war now at hame,
+ As he is with his king,
+ Then durst nae a Campbell in a' Argyll 35
+ Set fit on Airlie green.
+
+ "Ten bonny sons I have born unto him,
+ The eleventh ne'er saw his daddy;
+ But though I had an hundred mair,
+ I'd gie them a' to King Charlie. 40
+
+
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY.
+
+
+First published as follows in Jamieson's _Popular Ballads_, i. 102. The
+copy used was derived from Mrs. Brown, and collated with a fragment
+taken down by Scott from the recitation of two of the descendants of
+Inverey. Buchan has given a different version in his _Gleanings_, which
+is annexed to the present. "This ballad," says Chambers, "records an
+unfortunate rencontre, which took place on the 16th of September, 1666,
+between John Gordon of Brackley, commonly called the Baron of Brackley,
+(in Aberdeenshire,) and Farquharson of Inverey, a noted freebooter, who
+dwelt on Dee-side. The former gentleman, who is yet remembered by
+tradition as a person of the most amiable and respectable character, had
+contrived to offend Farquharson, by pounding some horses belonging to
+his (Farquharson's) followers, which had either strayed into the
+Brackley grounds, or become forfeited on account of some petty
+delinquencies committed by their proprietors. Farquharson was a man of
+violent habits and passions; he is yet remembered by the epithet
+_Fuddie_, descriptive of his hurried, impatient gait; and it is said
+that, having been in league with the powers of darkness, he was buried
+on the north side of a hill, where the sun never shone. On account of
+the miraculous expedition with which he could sweep the cattle away from
+a fertile district, _Deil scoup wi'_ _Fuddie!_ is still a popular
+proverb, implying that the devil could alone keep his own part with him.
+This singular marauder, it appears, from authentic information, wished
+at first to argue the point at issue with the Baron of Brackley; but in
+the course of the altercation some expression from one of the parties
+occasioned a mutual discharge of fire-arms, by which Brackley and three
+of his followers fell. An attempt was made by the baron's friends to
+bring Fuddie to justice; but the case seems to have been justly
+considered one of chance medley, and the accused party was soon restored
+to society."--_The Scottish Ballads_, p. 147.
+
+
+ Down Dee side came Inverey whistling and playing;
+ He's lighted at Brackley yates at the day dawing.
+
+ Says, "Baron o' Brackley, O are ye within?
+ There's sharp swords at the yate will gar your blood spin."
+
+ The lady raise up, to the window she went; 5
+ She heard her kye lowing o'er hill and o'er bent.
+
+ "O rise up, ye baron, and turn back your kye;
+ For the lads o' Drumwharran are driving them bye."
+
+ "How can I rise, lady, or turn them again!
+ Whare'er I have ae man, I wat they hae ten." 10
+
+ "Then rise up, my lasses, tak rocks in your hand,
+ And turn back the kye;--I ha'e you at command.
+
+ "Gin I had a husband, as I hae nane,
+ He wadna lye in his bower, see his kye ta'en."
+
+ Then up got the baron, and cried for his graith; 15
+ Says, "Lady, I'll gang, tho' to leave you I'm laith.
+
+ "Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, and gie me my speir;
+ I ay was for peace, tho' I never fear'd weir.
+
+ "Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, nor think I'm to blame;
+ I weel may gae out, but I'll never win in!" 20
+
+ When Brackley was busked, and rade o'er the closs,
+ A gallanter baron ne'er lap to a horse.
+
+ When Brackley was mounted, and rade o'er the green,
+ He was as bald a baron as ever was seen.
+
+ Tho' there cam' wi' Inverey thirty and three, 25
+ There was nane wi' bonny Brackley but his brother and he.
+
+ Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw;
+ But against four and thirty, wae's me, what is twa?
+
+ Wi' swords and wi' daggers they did him surround;
+ And they've pierced bonny Brackley wi' many a wound. 30
+
+ Frae the head o' the Dee to the banks o' the Spey,
+ The Gordons may mourn him, and bann Inverey.
+
+ "O came ye by Brackley yates, was ye in there?
+ Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair?"
+
+ "O I came by Brackley yates, I was in there, 35
+ And I saw his Peggy a-making good cheer."
+
+ That lady she feasted them, carried them ben;
+ She laugh'd wi' the men that her baron had slain.
+
+ "O fye on you, lady! how could you do sae?
+ You open'd your yates to the fause Inverey." 40
+
+ She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcom'd him in;
+ She welcom'd the villain that slew her baron!
+
+ She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane,
+ And shaw'd him the road that he shou'dna be taen.
+
+ "Thro' Birss and Aboyne," she says, "lyin in a tour, 45
+ O'er the hills o' Glentanar you'll skip in an hour."
+
+ --There's grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha';
+ But the Baron o' Brackley is dead and awa.
+
+
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRAIKLEY.
+
+Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 68, taken from _Scarce Ancient Ballads_,
+p. 9.
+
+
+ Inverey came down Deeside whistlin an playin,
+ He was at brave Braikley's yett ere it was dawin;
+ He rappit fou loudly, an wi a great roar,
+ Cried, "Cum down, cum down, Braikley, an open the door.
+
+ "Are ye sleepin, Baronne, or are ye wakin? 5
+ Ther's sharp swords at your yett will gar your bluid spin:
+ Open the yett, Braikley, an lat us within,
+ Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin."
+
+ Out spak the brave Baronne owre the castell wa,
+ "Are ye come to spulzie an plunder my ha? 10
+ But gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,
+ Gin ye drink o' my wine ye'll nae gar my bluid spin.
+
+ "Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,
+ Ye may gang to the lawlands and steal their fat ky;
+ Ther spulzie like revers o' wyld kettrin clan, 15
+ Wha plunder unsparing baith houses and lan'.
+
+ "Gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,
+ Ther's meat an drink i' my ha' for every man:
+ Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,
+ Gang down to the lawlans, an steal horse an ky." 20
+
+ Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she laid,
+ "Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;
+ They're but hir'd widdifus wi belted plaids.
+ * * * * *
+
+ "Cum kis me, my Peggy, I'le nae langer stay,
+ For I will go out an meet Inverey; 25
+ But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,
+ For yon same hir'd widdifus will prove to be men."
+
+ She called on her maries, they came to her han;
+ Cries, "Bring your rocks, lassies, we will them coman;
+ Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky, 30
+ For me an my women will them defy.
+
+ "Come forth than, my maidens, an show them some play;
+ We'll ficht them, an shortly the cowards will fly.
+ Gin I had a husband, wheras I hae nane,
+ He wadna ly in his bed and see his ky taen. 35
+
+ "Ther's four-an-twenty milk whit calves, twal o' them ky,
+ In the woods o' Glentanner it's ther they a' ly;
+ Ther are goats in the Etnach, an sheep o' the brae,
+ An a' will be plunderd by young Inverey."
+
+ "Now haud your tongue, Peggy, an gie me a gun, 40
+ Ye'll see me gae furth, but Ile never return.
+ Call my bruther William, my unkl also;
+ My cusin James Gordon, we'll mount an' we'll go."
+
+ Whan Braikley was ready an stood i the closs,
+ He was the bravest baronne that e'er munted horse; 45
+ Whan a' war assembld on the castell green,
+ Nae man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.
+
+ "Turn back, bruther William, ye are a bridegroom,
+ * * * * *
+ We bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o the mill,
+ O sichin and sobbin she'll seen get her fill." 50
+
+ "I'me nae coward, brither, it's kent I'me a man;
+ Ile ficht i' your quarral as lang's I can stan.
+ Ile ficht, my dear brither, wi heart an guid will,
+ An so will yung Harry that lives at the mill.
+
+ "But turn, my dear brither, and nae langer stay. 55
+ What'll cum o' your ladie, gin Braikley they slay?
+ What'll cum o' your ladie an' bonny yung son,
+ O what'll cum o' them when Braikley is gone?"
+
+ "I never will turn: do ye think I will fly?
+ No, here I will ficht, and here I will die." 60
+
+ "Strik dogs," cries Inverey, "an ficht till ye're slayn,
+ For we are four hunder, ye are but four men:
+ Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honor is gone,
+ Your lans we will plunder, your castell we'll burn."
+
+ At the head o' the Etnach the battel began, 65
+ At little Auchoilzie they killd the first man:
+ First they killd ane, an syne they killd twa,
+ They killd gallant Braikley, the flowr o' them a'.
+
+ They killd William Gordon and James o' the Knox,
+ An brave Alexander, the flowr o' Glenmuick: 70
+ What sichin an moaning war heard i the glen,
+ For the Baronne o' Braikley, wha basely was slayn!
+
+ "Came ye by the castell, an was ye in there?
+ Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?"
+ "Yes, I cam by Braikley, an I gaed in ther, 75
+ An ther saw his ladie braiding her hair.
+
+ "She was rantin, an' dancin, an' singin for joy,
+ An vowin that nicht she woud feest Inverey:
+ She eat wi him, drank wi him, welcomd him in,
+ Was kind to the man that had slayn her baronne." 80
+
+ Up spak the son on the nourices knee,[L81]
+ "Gin I live to be a man revenged Ile be."
+ Ther's dool i the kitchin, an mirth i the ha,
+ The Baronne o Braikley is dead an awa.
+
+81. See _Johnie Armstrang_, p. 45.
+
+
+
+
+GILDEROY.
+
+
+Gilderoy (properly Gilleroy) signifies in Gaelic "the red-haired lad."
+The person thus denoted was, according to tradition, one Patrick of the
+proscribed clan Gregor. The following account of him is taken from the
+_Scot's Musical Museum_, p. 71, vol. iv. ed. of 1853.
+
+"Gilderoy was a notorious freebooter in the highlands of Perthshire,
+who, with his gang, for a considerable time infested the country,
+committing the most barbarous outrages on the inhabitants. Some of
+these ruffians, however, were at length apprehended through the
+vigilance and activity of the Stewarts of Athol, and conducted to
+Edinburgh, where they were tried, condemned, and executed, in February,
+1638. Gilderoy, seeing his accomplices taken and hanged, went up, and in
+revenge burned several houses belonging to the Stewarts in Athol. This
+new act of atrocity was the prelude to his ruin. A proclamation was
+issued offering £1,000 for his apprehension. The inhabitants rose _en
+masse_, and pursued him from place to place, till at length he, with
+five more of his associates, was overtaken and secured. They were next
+carried to Edinburgh, where after trial and conviction, they expiated
+their offences on the gallows, in the month of July, 1638."
+
+In the vulgar story-books, Gilderoy, besides committing various
+monstrous and unnatural crimes, enjoys the credit of having picked
+Cardinal Richelieu's pocket in the King's presence, robbed Oliver
+Cromwell, and hanged a judge.
+
+The ballad _is said_ to have been composed not long after the death of
+Gilderoy, "by a young woman of no mean talent, who unfortunately became
+attached to this daring robber, and had cohabited with him for some time
+before his being apprehended." A blackletter copy printed in England as
+early as 1650 has been preserved. Another, with "some slight
+variations," is contained "in Playford's _Wit and Mirth_, first edition
+of vol. iii., printed in 1703." The piece is next found in _Pills to
+purge Melancholy_, v. 39, and, with one different stanza, in _Old
+Ballads_, i. 271. In the second volume (p. 106) of Thomson's _Orpheus
+Caledonius_ (1733), it appears with considerable alterations. Lady
+Elizabeth Wardlaw (_née_ Halket) undertook a revision of the ballad, and
+by expunging two worthless stanzas and adding three (those enclosed in
+brackets), produced the version here given, which is taken from Ritson's
+_Scotish Songs_, ii. 24. Percy's copy (_Reliques_, i. 335) is the same,
+with the omission of the ninth stanza, and Herd and Pinkerton have
+followed Percy.
+
+ Gilderoy was a bonny boy,
+ Had roses tull his shoone;
+ His stockings were of silken soy,
+ Wi' garters hanging doune.
+ It was, I weene, a comelie sight, 5
+ To see sae trim a boy;
+ He was my jo and hearts delight,
+ My handsome Gilderoy.
+
+ O sik twa charming een he had,
+ A breath as sweet as rose; 10
+ He never ware a Highland plaid,
+ But costly silken clothes.
+ He gain'd the luve of ladies gay,
+ Nane eir tul him was coy:
+ Ah, wae is me! I mourn the day, 15
+ For my dear Gilderoy.
+
+ My Gilderoy and I were born
+ Baith in one toun together;
+ We scant were seven years, beforn
+ We gan to luve each other; 20
+ Our dadies and our mammies, thay
+ Were fill'd wi' mickle joy,
+ To think upon the bridal day
+ 'Twixt me and Gilderoy.
+
+ For Gilderoy, that luve of mine, 25
+ Gude faith, I freely bought
+ A wedding sark of holland fine,
+ Wi' silken flowers wrought;
+ And he gied me a wedding ring,
+ Which I receiv'd wi' joy; 30
+ Nae lad nor lassie eir could sing,
+ Like me and Gilderoy.
+
+ Wi' mickle joy we spent our prime,
+ Till we were baith sixteen,
+ And aft we passed the langsome time, 35
+ Amang the leaves sae green;
+ Aft on the banks we'd sit us thair,
+ And sweetly kiss and toy;
+ Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair
+ My handsome Gilderoy. 40
+
+ [O that he still had been content
+ Wi' me to lead his life;
+ But ah, his manfu' heart was bent
+ To stir in feates of strife:
+ And he in many a venturous deed 45
+ His courage bauld wad try,
+ And now this gars mine heart to bleed
+ For my dear Gilderoy.
+
+ And whan of me his leave he tuik,
+ The tears they wat mine ee; 50
+ I gave tull him a parting luik,
+ "My benison gang wi' thee!
+ God speid thee weil, mine ain dear heart,
+ For gane is all my joy;
+ My heart is rent sith we maun part, 55
+ My handsome Gilderoy."]
+
+ My Gilderoy, baith far and near,
+ Was fear'd in every toun,
+ And bauldly bare away the gear
+ Of many a lawland loun. 60
+ Nane eir durst meet him man to man,
+ He was sae brave a boy;
+ At length wi' numbers he was tane,
+ My winsome Gilderoy.
+
+ [The Queen of Scots possessed nought 65
+ That my love let me want,
+ For cow and ew he 'to me brought,'
+ And een whan they were skant.
+ All these did honestly possess
+ He never did annoy, 70
+ Who never fail'd to pay their cess
+ To my love Gilderoy.]
+
+ Wae worth the loun that made the laws,
+ To hang a man for gear;
+ To reave of live for ox or ass, 75
+ For sheep, or horse, or mare!
+ Had not their laws been made sae strick,
+ I neir had lost my joy,
+ Wi' sorrow neir had wat my cheek
+ For my dear Gilderoy. 80
+
+ Giff Gilderoy had done amisse,
+ He mought hae banisht been;
+ Ah! what sair cruelty is this,
+ To hang sike handsome men!
+ To hang the flower o' Scottish land, 85
+ Sae sweet and fair a boy!
+ Nae lady had sae white a hand
+ As thee, my Gilderoy.
+
+ Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were,
+ They bound him mickle strong; 90
+ Tull Edenburrow they led him thair,
+ And on a gallows hung:
+ They hung him high aboon the rest,
+ He was sae trim a boy;
+ Thair dyed the youth whom I lued best, 95
+ My handsome Gilderoy.
+
+ Thus having yielded up his breath,
+ I bare his corpse away;
+ Wi' tears that trickled for his death
+ I washt his comelye clay; 100
+ And siker in a grave sae deep,
+ I laid the dear-loed boy,
+ And now for evir maun I weep
+ My winsome Gilderoy.
+
+
+
+
+ROB ROY.
+
+
+The subject of this piece is the abduction of a young Scottish lady by a
+son of the celebrated Rob Roy Macgregor. Sentence of outlawry had been
+pronounced against this person for not appearing to stand his trial for
+murder. While under this sentence, he conceived the desperate project of
+carrying off Jane Kay, heiress of Edinbelly, in Sterlingshire, and
+obtaining possession of her estate by a forced marriage. Engaging a
+party of the proscribed Macgregors to assist him in this enterprise, Rob
+Roy entered the young woman's house with his brother James, tied her,
+hand and foot, with ropes, and carried her thus on horseback to the
+abode of one of his clan in Argyleshire, where, after some mock
+ceremony, she was compelled to submit to his embraces. The place in
+which the unfortunate woman was detained, was discovered, and she was
+rescued by her family. Rob Roy and James Macgregor were tried for their
+lives. The latter escaped from prison, but the principal in this outrage
+suffered condign punishment in February, 1753.
+
+Fragments of the story were printed in _Select Scotish Songs_, by Robert
+Burns, edited by R. H. Cromek, ii. 199, and in Maidment's _North
+Countrie Garland_, p. 44; a complete copy in the _Thistle of Scotland_,
+p. 93. Chambers has combined the fragments of Burns and Maidment with a
+third version furnished by Mr. Kinloch, and has produced a ballad which
+is on the whole the most eligible for this place. (_Scottish Ballads_,
+p. 175.) In the Appendix may be seen the editions above referred to, and
+also _Eppie Morrie_, a ballad founded on a similar incident.
+
+This sort of kidnapping seems to have been the commonest occurrence in
+the world in Scotland. Sharpe has collected not a few cases in his
+_Ballad Book_, p. 99, and he gives us two stanzas of another ballad.
+
+ The Highlandmen hae a' cum down,
+ They've a' come down almost,
+ They've stowen away the bonny lass,
+ The Lady of Arngosk.
+
+ Behind her back they've tied her hands,
+ An' then they set her on;
+ "I winna gang wi' you," she said,
+ "Nor ony Highland loon."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Rob Roy frae the Hielands cam
+ Unto the Lawland Border,
+ To steal awa a gay ladye,
+ To haud his house in order.
+
+ He cam ower the loch o' Lynn, 5
+ Twenty men his arms did carry;
+ Himsell gaed in and fand her out,
+ Protesting he would marry.
+
+ When he cam he surrounded the house,
+ No tidings there cam before him, 10
+ Or else the lady would have gone,
+ For still she did abhor him.
+
+ "O will ye gae wi' me?" he says,
+ "O will ye be my honey?
+ O will ye be my wedded wife? 15
+ For I loe ye best of ony."
+
+ "I winna gae wi' you," she says,
+ "I winna be your honey;
+ I winna be your wedded wife,
+ Ye loe me for my money." 20
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,
+ Fast hauding by her mother,
+ Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,
+ They were parted frae each other.
+
+ He gied her nae time to be dress'd, 25
+ As ladies do when they're brides,
+ But he hastened and hurried her awa,
+ And rowed her in his plaids.
+
+ He mounted her upon a horse,
+ Himsell lap on behind her, 30
+ And they're awa to the Hieland hills,
+ Where her friends may never find her.
+
+ As they gaed ower the Hieland hills,
+ The lady aften fainted,
+ Saying, "Wae be to my cursed gowd, 35
+ This road to me invented!"
+
+ They rade till they came to Ballyshine,
+ At Ballyshine they tarried;
+ He brought to her a cotton gown,
+ Yet ne'er wad she be married. 40
+
+ Two held her up before the priest,
+ Four carried her to bed O;
+ Maist mournfully she wept and cried,
+ When she by him was laid O!
+
+ [_The tune changes_.]
+
+ "O be content, O be content, 45
+ O be content to stay, lady,
+ For now ye are my wedded wife
+ Until my dying day, lady.
+
+ "Rob Roy was my father call'd,
+ Macgregor was his name, lady; 50
+ He led a band o' heroes bauld,
+ And I am here the same, lady.
+
+ "He was a hedge unto his friends,
+ A heckle to his foes, lady,
+ And every one that did him wrang, 55
+ He took him by the nose, lady.
+
+ "I am as bold, I am as bold
+ As my father was afore, lady;
+ He that daurs dispute my word
+ Shall feel my gude claymore, lady. 60
+
+ "My father left me cows and yowes,
+ And sheep, and goats, and a', lady,
+ And you and twenty thousand merks
+ Will mak me a man fu' braw, lady."
+
+
+
+
+BOOK VII.
+
+
+
+
+QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION.
+
+
+Eleanor of Aquitaine was divorced from her first husband, Louis VII. of
+France, on account of misbehavior at Antioch, during the Second Crusade.
+Her conduct after her second marriage, with Henry II. of England, is
+agreed to have been irreproachable on the score of chastity. It is
+rather hard, therefore, that her reputation should be assailed as it is
+here; but if we complain of this injustice, what shall we say when we
+find, further on, the same story, with others even more ridiculous, told
+of the virtuous Eleanor of Castile, wife of Edward I.? See Peele's
+_Chronicle History of Edward I._, Dyce's ed. i. 185, 188, _seq._, and
+the ballad in vol. vii., 291. Both of these ballads are indeed pretty
+specimens of the historical value of popular traditions. The idea of the
+unlucky shrift is borrowed from some old story-teller. It occurs in the
+_fabliau Du Chevalier qui fist sa Fame confesse_, Barbazan, ed. Méon,
+iii. 229, in Boccaccio G. vii. 5, Bandello, Malespini, &c.; also in La
+Fontaine's _Le Mari Confesseur_.
+
+The following ballad is from the _Collection_ of 1723, vol. i. p. 18.
+There are several other versions: Percy's _Reliques_, ii. 165 (with
+corrections); Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 77; Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p.
+1 (_Earl Marshal_, from recitation); Aytoun's _Ballads of Scotland_, new
+ed. i. 196; Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 247.
+
+ Queen Eleanor was a sick woman,
+ And afraid that she should dye;
+ Then she sent for two fryars of France,
+ To speak with her speedily.
+
+ The King call'd down his nobles all, 5
+ By one, by two, by three,
+ And sent away for Earl Marshal,
+ To speak with him speedily.
+
+ When that he came before the King,
+ He fell on his bended knee; 10
+ "A boon, a boon, our gracious king,
+ That you sent so hastily."
+
+ "I'll pawn my lands," the King then cry'd,
+ "My sceptre and my crown,
+ That whatsoe're Queen Eleanor says, 15
+ I will not write it down.
+
+ "Do you put on a fryar's coat,
+ And I'll put on another;
+ And we will to Queen Eleanor go,
+ Like fryar and his brother." 20
+
+ Thus both attired then they go:
+ When they came to Whitehall,
+ The bells did ring, and the choristers sing,
+ And the torches did light them all.
+
+ When that they came before the Queen, 25
+ They fell on their bended knee;
+ "A boon, a boon, our gracious queen,
+ That you sent so hastily."
+
+ "Are you two fryars of France," she said,
+ "As I suppose you be? 30
+ But if you are two English fryars,
+ Then hanged you shall be."
+
+ "We are two fryars of France," they said,
+ "As you suppose we be;
+ We have not been at any mass 35
+ Since we came from the sea."
+
+ "The first vile thing that e're I did,
+ I will to you unfold;
+ Earl Marshal had my maidenhead,
+ Beneath this cloth of gold." 40
+
+ "That's a vile sin," then said the King;
+ "God may forgive it thee!"
+ "Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;
+ With a heavy heart spoke he.
+
+ "The next vile thing that e're I did, 45
+ To you I'll not deny;
+ I made a box of poyson strong,
+ To poyson King Henry."
+
+ "That's a vile sin," then said the King,
+ "God may forgive it thee!" 50
+ "Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;
+ "And I wish it so may be."
+
+ "The next vile thing that e're I did,
+ To you I will discover;
+ I poysoned fair Rosamond, 55
+ All in fair Woodstock bow'r."
+
+ "That's a vile sin," then said the King;
+ "God may forgive it thee!"
+ "Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;
+ "And I wish it so may be." 60
+
+ "Do you see yonder's [a] little boy,
+ A tossing of the ball?
+ That is Earl Marshal's eldest son,
+ I love him the best of all.
+
+ "Do you see yonder's [a] little boy, 65
+ A catching of the ball?
+ That is King Henry's son," she said;
+ "I love him the worst of all.
+
+ "His head is like unto a bull,
+ His nose is like a boar,"-- 70
+ "No matter for that," King Henry cry'd,
+ "I love him the better therefore."
+
+ The king pull'd off his fryar's coat,
+ And appeared all in red;
+ She shriek'd, she cry'd, and wrung her hands, 75
+ And said she was betray'd.
+
+ The King look'd over his left shoulder,
+ And a grim look looked he;
+ And said, "Earl Marshal, but for my oath,
+ Or hanged shouldst thou be." 80
+
+
+From Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, 247.
+
+ The Queen fell sick, and very, very sick,
+ She was sick, and like to dee,
+ And she sent for a friar oure frae France,
+ Her cónfessour to be.
+
+ King Henry, when he heard o' that, 5
+ An angry man was he;
+ And he sent to the Earl Marshall,
+ Attendance for to gie.
+
+ "The Queen is sick," King Henry cried,
+ "And wants to be beshriven; 10
+ She has sent for a friar oure frae France;
+ By the rude, he were better in heaven!
+
+ "But tak you now a friar's guise,
+ The voice and gesture feign,
+ And when she has the pardon crav'd, 15
+ Respond to her, Amen!
+
+ "And I will be a prelate old,
+ And sit in a corner dark,
+ To hear the adventures of my spouse,
+ My spouse, and her holy spark." 20
+
+ "My liege, my liege, how can I betray
+ My mistress and my queen!
+ O swear by the rude, that no damage
+ From this shall be gotten or gien!"
+
+ "I swear by the rude," quoth King Henry, 25
+ "No damage shall be gotten or gien,
+ Come, let us spare no cure nor care
+ For the conscience o' the Queen."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ "O fathers, O fathers, I'm very, very sick,
+ I'm sick, and like to dee; 30
+ Some ghostly comfort to my poor soul
+ O tell if ye can gie!"
+
+ "Confess, confess," Earl Marshall cried,
+ "And ye shall pardoned be:"
+ "Confess, confess," the King replied, 35
+ "And we shall comfort gie."
+
+ "O how shall I tell the sorry, sorry tale!
+ How can the tale be told!
+ I play'd the harlot wi' the Earl Marshall
+ Beneath yon cloth of gold. 40
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:"
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a very fear't heart had he.
+
+ "O down i' the forest, in a bower, 45
+ Beyond yon dark oak tree,
+ I drew a penknife frae my pocket
+ To kill King Henerie.
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:" 50
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a very fear't heart had he.
+
+ "O do you see yon pretty little boy,
+ That's playing at the ba'?
+ He is the Earl Marshall's only son, 55
+ And I loved him best of a'.
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:"
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a very fear't heart had he. 60
+
+ "And do you see yon pretty little girl,
+ That's a' beclad in green?
+ She's a friar's daughter, oure in France,
+ And I hoped to see her a queen.
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin! 65
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:"
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a fear't heart still had he.
+
+ "O do you see yon other little boy,
+ That's playing at the ba'? 70
+ He is King Henry's only son,
+ And I like him warst of a'.
+
+ "He's headed like a buck," she said,
+ "And backed like a bear,"--
+ "Amen!" quoth the King, in the King's ain voice, 75
+ "He shall be my only heir."
+
+ The King look'd over his left shoulder,
+ An angry man was he:
+ "An it werna for the oath I sware,
+ Earl Marshall, thou shouldst dee." 80
+
+
+
+
+AULD MAITLAND.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 306.
+
+
+"This ballad, notwithstanding its present appearance, has a claim to
+very high antiquity. It has been preserved by tradition; and is,
+perhaps, the most authentic instance of a long and very old poem,
+exclusively thus preserved. It is only known to a few old people upon
+the sequestered banks of the Ettrick, and is published, as written down
+from the recitation of the mother of Mr. James Hogg, who sings, or
+rather chants it, with great animation. She learned the ballad from a
+blind man, who died at the advanced age of ninety, and is said to have
+been possessed of much traditionary knowledge. Although the language of
+this poem is much modernized, yet many words, which the reciters have
+retained without understanding them, still preserve traces of its
+antiquity. Such are the words _springals_ (corruptedly pronounced
+_springwalls_), _sowies_, _portcullize_, and many other appropriate
+terms of war and chivalry, which could never have been introduced by a
+modern ballad-maker[?]. The incidents are striking and well managed; and
+they are in strict conformity with the manners of the age in which they
+are placed.
+
+"The date of the ballad cannot be ascertained with any degree of
+accuracy. Sir Richard Maitland, the hero of the poem, seems to have
+been in possession of his estate about 1250; so that, as he survived the
+commencement of the wars betwixt England and Scotland, in 1296, his
+prowess against the English, in defence of his castle of Lauder or
+Thirlestane, must have been exerted during his extreme old age.
+
+"The castle of Thirlestane is situated upon the Leader, near the town of
+Lauder. Whether the present building, which was erected by Chancellor
+Maitland, and improved by the duke of Lauderdale, occupies the site of
+the ancient castle, I do not know; but it still merits the epithet of a
+"_darksome house_." I find no notice of the siege in history; but there
+is nothing improbable in supposing, that the castle, during the stormy
+period of the Baliol wars, may have held out against the English. The
+creation of a nephew of Edward I., for the pleasure of slaying him by
+the hand of young Maitland, is a poetical license;[1] and may induce us
+to place the date of the composition about the reign of David II., or of
+his successor, when the real exploits of Maitland and his sons were in
+some degree obscured, as well as magnified, by the lapse of time. The
+inveterate hatred against the English, founded upon the usurpation of
+Edward I., glows in every line of the ballad.
+
+"Auld Maitland is placed, by Gawain Douglas, Bishop of Dunkeld, among
+the popular heroes of romance, in his allegorical Palice of Honour.
+
+ "I saw Raf Coilyear with his thrawin brow,
+ Crabit John the Reif, and auld Cowkilbeis Sow;
+ And how the wran cam out of Ailesay,
+ And Piers Plowman, that meid his workmen fow:
+ Gret Gowmacmorne, and Fin Mac Cowl, and how
+ They suld be goddis in Ireland, as they say.
+ _Thair saw I Maitland upon auld beird gray_,
+ Robin Hude, and Gilbert with the quhite hand,
+ How Hay of Nauchton flew in Madin land."
+
+"It is a curious circumstance that this interesting tale, so often
+referred to by ancient authors, should be now recovered in so perfect a
+state; and many readers may be pleased to see the following sensible
+observations, made by a person born in Ettrick Forest, in the humble
+situation of a shepherd: 'I am surprised to hear that this song is
+suspected by some to be a modern forgery; the contrary will be best
+proved, by most of the old people, hereabouts, having a great part of it
+by heart. Many, indeed, are not aware of the manners of this country;
+till this present age, the poor illiterate people, in these glens, knew
+of no other entertainment, in the long winter nights, than repeating,
+and listening to, the feats of their ancestors, recorded in songs, which
+I believe to be handed down, from father to son, for many generations,
+although, no doubt, had a copy been taken, at the end of every fifty
+years, there must have been some difference, occasioned by the gradual
+change of language. I believe it is thus that many very ancient songs
+have been gradually modernized, to the common ear; while, to the
+connoisseur, they present marks of their genuine antiquity.'--_Letter to
+the Editor_, _from_ Mr. JAMES HOGG. [June 30, 1801.] To the observations
+of my ingenious correspondent I have nothing to add, but that, in this,
+and a thousand other instances, they accurately coincide with my
+personal knowledge."--SCOTT.
+
+Notwithstanding the authority of Scott and Leyden, I am inclined to
+agree with Mr. Aytoun, (_Ballads of Scotland_, ii. 1,) that this ballad
+is a modern imitation, or if not that, a comparatively recent
+composition. It is with reluctance that I make for it the room it
+requires.
+
+[1] Such liberties with the genealogy of monarchs were common to
+romancers. Henry the Minstrel makes Wallace slay more than one of King
+Edward's nephews; and Johnie Armstrong claims the merit of slaying a
+sister's son of Henry VIII.--S. (See p. 49.)
+
+ There lived a king in southern land,
+ King Edward hight his name;
+ Unwordily he wore the crown,
+ Till fifty years were gane.
+
+ He had a sister's son o's ain, 5
+ Was large of blood and bane;
+ And afterward, when he came up,
+ Young Edward hight his name.
+
+ One day he came before the king,
+ And kneel'd low on his knee-- 10
+ "A boon, a boon, my good uncle,
+ I crave to ask of thee!
+
+ "At our lang wars, in fair Scotland,
+ I fain hae wish'd to be;
+ If fifteen hundred waled wight men 15
+ You'll grant to ride wi' me."
+
+ "Thou sall hae thae, thou sall hae mae;
+ I say it sickerlie;
+ And I mysell, an auld gray man,
+ Array'd your host sall see." 20
+
+ King Edward rade, King Edward ran--
+ I wish him dool and pyne!
+ Till he had fifteen hundred men
+ Assembled on the Tyne.
+
+ And thrice as many at Berwicke[L25] 25
+ Were all for battle bound,
+ [Who, marching forth with false Dunbar,[L27]
+ A ready welcome found.]
+
+ They lighted on the banks of Tweed,
+ And blew their coals sae het, 30
+ And fired the Merse and Teviotdale,
+ All in an evening late.
+
+ As they fared up o'er Lammermore,
+ They burn'd baith up and down,
+ Until they came to a darksome house, 35
+ Some call it Leader-Town.
+
+ "Wha hauds this house?" young Edward cry'd,
+ "Or wha gies't ower to me?"
+ A gray-hair'd knight set up his head,
+ And crackit richt crousely: 40
+
+ "Of Scotland's king I haud my house;
+ He pays me meat and fee;
+ And I will keep my guid auld house,
+ While my house will keep me."
+
+ They laid their sowies to the wall, 45
+ Wi' mony a heavy peal;
+ But he threw ower to them agen
+ Baith pitch and tar barrel.
+
+ With springalds, stanes, and gads of airn,
+ Amang them fast he threw; 50
+ Till mony of the Englishmen
+ About the wall he slew.
+
+ Full fifteen days that braid host lay,
+ Sieging Auld Maitland keen;
+ Syne they hae left him, hail and feir, 55
+ Within his strength of stane.
+
+ Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,
+ Met them upon a day,
+ Which they did lade with as much spoil
+ As they could bear away. 60
+
+ "England's our ain by heritage;
+ And what can us withstand,
+ Now we hae conquer'd fair Scotland,
+ With buckler, bow, and brand?"
+
+ Then they are on to the land o' France, 65
+ Where auld King Edward lay,
+ Burning baith castle, tower, and town,
+ That he met in his way.
+
+ Until he came unto that town,
+ Which some call Billop-Grace;[L70] 70
+ There were Auld Maitland's sons, a' three,
+ Learning at school, alas!
+
+ The eldest to the youngest said,
+ "O see ye what I see?
+ Gin a' be trew yon standard says,[L75] 75
+ We're fatherless a' three.
+
+ "For Scotland's conquer'd up and down;
+ Landmen we'll never be:
+ Now, will you go, my brethren two,
+ And try some jeopardy?" 80
+
+ Then they hae saddled twa black horse,
+ Twa black horse and a gray;
+ And they are on to King Edward's host,
+ Before the dawn of day.
+
+ When they arrived before the host, 85
+ They hover'd on the lay--
+ "Wilt thou lend me our king's standard,
+ To bear a little way?"
+
+ "Where wast thou bred? where wast thou born?
+ Where, or in what countrie?" 90
+ "In north of England I was born:"
+ (It needed him to lie.)
+
+ "A knight me gat, a lady bore,
+ I am a squire of high renowne;
+ I well may bear't to any king, 95
+ That ever yet wore crowne."
+
+ "He ne'er came of an Englishman,
+ Had sic an ee or bree;
+ But thou art the likest Auld Maitland,
+ That ever I did see. 100
+
+ "But sic a gloom on ae browhead,
+ Grant I ne'er see again!
+ For mony of our men he slew,
+ And mony put to pain."
+
+ When Maitland heard his father's name, 105
+ An angry man was he!
+ Then, lifting up a gilt dagger,
+ Hung low down by his knee,
+
+ He stabb'd the knight the standard bore,
+ He stabb'd him cruellie; 110
+ Then caught the standard by the neuk,
+ And fast away rode he.
+
+ "Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried,
+ "Now, is't na time to flee?"
+ "Ay, by my sooth!" they baith replied, 115
+ "We'll bear you company."
+
+ The youngest turn'd him in a path,
+ And drew a burnish'd brand,
+ And fifteen of the foremost slew,
+ Till back the lave did stand. 120
+
+ He spurr'd the gray into the path,
+ Till baith his sides they bled--
+ "Gray! thou maun carry me away,
+ Or my life lies in wad!"
+
+ The captain lookit ower the wa', 125
+ About the break o' day;
+ There he beheld the three Scots lads,
+ Pursued along the way.
+
+ "Pull up portcullize! down draw-brigg!
+ My nephews are at hand; 130
+ And they sall lodge wi' me to-night,
+ In spite of all England."
+
+ Whene'er they came within the yate,
+ They thrust their horse them frae,
+ And took three lang spears in their hands, 135
+ Saying, "Here sall come nae mae!"
+
+ And they shot out, and they shot in,
+ Till it was fairly day;
+ When mony of the Englishmen
+ About the draw-brigg lay. 140
+
+ Then they hae yoked carts and wains,
+ To ca' their dead away,
+ And shot auld dykes abune the lave,
+ In gutters where they lay.
+
+ The king, at his pavilion door, 145
+ Was heard aloud to say,
+ "Last night, three o' the lads o' France
+ My standard stole away.
+
+ "Wi' a fause tale, disguised, they came,
+ And wi' a fauser trayne; 150
+ And to regain my gaye standard,
+ These men were a' down slayne."
+
+ "It ill befits," the youngest said,
+ "A crowned king to lie;
+ But, or that I taste meat and drink, 155
+ Reproved sall he be."
+
+ He went before King Edward straight,
+ And kneel'd low on his knee;
+ "I wad hae leave, my lord," he said,
+ "To speak a word wi' thee." 160
+
+ The king he turn'd him round about,
+ And wistna what to say--
+ Quo' he, "Man, thou's hae leave to speak,
+ Though thou should speak a' day."
+
+ "Ye said that three young lads o' France 165
+ Your standard stole away,
+ Wi' a fause tale, and a fauser trayne,
+ And mony men did slay.
+
+ "But we are nane the lads o' France,
+ Nor e'er pretend to be; 170
+ We are three lads o' fair Scotland,
+ Auld Maitland's sons are we;
+
+ "Nor is there men, in a' your host,
+ Daur fight us three to three."
+ "Now, by my sooth," young Edward said, 175
+ "Weel fitted ye sall be!
+
+ "Piercy sall with the eldest fight,
+ And Ethert Lunn wi' thee:
+ William of Lancaster the third,
+ And bring your fourth to me!" 180
+
+ ["Remember, Piercy, aft the Scot[L181]
+ Has cower'd beneath thy hand:]
+ For every drap of Maitland blood,
+ I'll gie a rig of land."
+
+ He clanked Piercy ower the head, 185
+ A deep wound and a sair,
+ Till the best blood o' his bodie
+ Came rinning down his hair.
+
+ "Now, I've slayne ane; slay ye the twa;
+ And that's gude companye; 190
+ And if the twa suld slay ye baith,
+ Ye'se get na help frae me."
+
+ But Ethert Lunn, a baited bear,
+ Had many battles seen;
+ He set the youngest wonder sair, 195
+ Till the eldest he grew keen.
+
+ "I am nae king, nor nae sic thing:
+ My word it shanna stand!
+ For Ethert sall a buffet bide,
+ Come he beneath my brand." 200
+
+ He clankit Ethert ower the head,
+ A deep wound and a sair,
+ Till the best blood of his bodie
+ Came rinning ower his hair.
+
+ "Now I've slayne twa; slaye ye the ane; 205
+ Isna that gude companye?
+ And tho' the ane suld slaye ye baith,
+ Ye'se get nae help o' me."
+
+ The twa-some they hae slayne the ane;
+ They maul'd him cruellie; 210
+ Then hung them over the draw-brigg,
+ That all the host might see.
+
+ They rade their horse, they ran their horse,
+ Then hover'd on the lee:
+ "We be three lads o' fair Scotland, 215
+ That fain would fighting see."
+
+ This boasting when young Edward heard,
+ An angry man was he:
+ "I'll tak yon lad, I'll bind yon lad,
+ And bring him bound to thee!" 220
+
+ "Now God forbid," King Edward said,
+ "That ever thou suld try!
+ Three worthy leaders we hae lost,
+ And thou the fourth wad lie.
+
+ "If thou shouldst hang on yon draw-brigg, 225
+ Blythe wad I never be:"
+ But, wi' the poll-axe in his hand,
+ Upon the brigg sprang he.
+
+ The first stroke that young Edward gae,
+ He struck wi' might and mayn; 230
+ He clove the Maitland's helmet stout,
+ And bit right nigh the brayn.
+
+ When Maitland saw his ain blood fa',
+ An angry man was he:
+ He let his weapon frae him fa', 235
+ And at his throat did flee.
+
+ And thrice about he did him swing,
+ Till on the grund he light,
+ Where he has halden young Edward,
+ Tho' he was great in might. 240
+
+ "Now let him up," King Edward cried,
+ "And let him come to me:
+ And for the deed that thou hast done,
+ Thou shalt hae erldomes three."
+
+ "It's ne'er be said in France, nor e'er 245
+ In Scotland, when I'm hame,
+ That Edward once lay under me,[L247]
+ And e'er gat up again!"
+
+ He pierced him through and through the heart,
+ He maul'd him cruellie; 250
+ Then hung him ower the draw-brigg,
+ Beside the other three.
+
+ "Now take frae me that feather-bed,
+ Make me a bed o' strae!
+ I wish I hadna lived this day, 255
+ To mak my heart sae wae.
+
+ "If I were ance at London Tower,
+ Where I was wont to be,
+ I never mair suld gang frae hame,
+ Till borne on a bier-tree." 260
+
+25. North-Berwick, according to some reciters.--S.
+
+27, 28. These two lines have been inserted by Mr. Hogg, to complete the
+verse. Dunbar, the fortress of Patrick, Earl of March, was too often
+opened to the English, by the treachery of that baron, during the reign
+of Edward I.--S.
+
+70. If this be a Flemish or Scottish corruption for Ville de Grace, in
+Normandy, that town was never besieged by Edward I., whose wars in
+France were confined to the province of Gascony. The rapid change of
+scene, from Scotland to France, excites a suspicion that some verses may
+have been lost in this place.--S.
+
+75. Edward had quartered the arms of Scotland with his own.--S.
+
+181, 182, supplied by Hogg.
+
+247. Some reciters repeat it thus:--
+
+ "That _Englishman_ lay under me,"
+
+which is in the true spirit of Blind Harry, who makes Wallace say,
+
+ "I better like to see the Southeron die,
+ Than gold or land, that they can gie to me."--S.
+
+
+
+
+WILLIE WALLACE.
+
+
+After the battle of Roslin, we are informed by Bower, the continuator of
+Fordun's _Scotichronicon_, Wallace took ship for France, and various
+songs, both in that kingdom and in Scotland, he goes on to say, bear
+witness to the courage with which he encountered the attacks of pirates
+on the ocean, and of the English on the continent. Whatever we may
+think of Wallace's expedition to France, there can be no doubt that the
+hero's exploits were at an early date celebrated in popular song. Still,
+the ballads which are preserved relate to only one of Wallace's
+adventures, and are of doubtful antiquity.
+
+Burns communicated to Johnson's _Museum_ (p. 498) a defective ballad
+called _Gude Wallace_. A better copy of this, from tradition, is here
+given. It is taken from Buchan's _Gleanings_ (p. 114), and was derived
+by the editor from a wandering gipsy tinker. Mr. Laing has inserted in
+the notes to the new edition of Johnson's _Museum_ (iv. 458*) what may
+perhaps be the original of both these recited ballads, though inferior
+to either. This copy appeared in a chap-book with some Jacobite ballads,
+about the year 1750. There are two other versions of this same story, in
+which Wallace's mistress is induced to betray him to the English, but
+repents in time to save her lover. The best of these is annexed to the
+present ballad. The other, which is but a fragment, is printed in
+Buchan's larger collection, ii. 226, _Wallace and his Leman_.
+
+The principal incidents of this story are to be found in the Fifth Book
+of Blind Harry's Metrical _Life of Wallace_.
+
+Jamieson, in _Popular Ballads_, ii. 166, and Cunningham, in _The Songs
+of Scotland_, i. 262, have taken the stanzas in Johnson's _Museum_ as
+the basis of ballads of their own.
+
+ Wallace in the high highlans,
+ Neither meat nor drink got he;
+ Said, "Fa' me life, or fa' me death,
+ Now to some town I maun be."
+
+ He's put on his short claiding, 5
+ And on his short claiding put he;
+ Says, "Fa' me life, or fa' me death,
+ Now to Perth-town I maun be."
+
+ He stepped o'er the river Tay,
+ I wat he stepped on dry land; 10
+ He wasna aware of a well-fared maid
+ Was washing there her lilie hands.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?
+ What news hae ye this day to me?"
+ "No news, no news, ye gentle knight, 15
+ No news hae I this day to thee,
+ But fifteen lords in the hostage house
+ Waiting Wallace for to see."
+
+ "If I had but in my pocket
+ The worth of one single pennie, 20
+ I would go to the hostage house,
+ And there the gentlemen to see."
+
+ She put her hand in her pocket,
+ And she has pull'd out half-a-crown;
+ Says, "Take ye that, ye belted knight, 25
+ 'Twill pay your way till ye come down."
+
+ As he went from the well-fared maid,
+ A beggar bold I wat met he,
+ Was cover'd wi' a clouted cloak,
+ And in his hand a trusty tree. 30
+
+ "What news, what news, ye silly auld man?
+ What news hae ye this day to gie?"
+ "No news, no news, ye belted knight,
+ No news hae I this day to thee,
+ But fifteen lords in the hostage house 35
+ Waiting Wallace for to see."
+
+ "Ye'll lend me your clouted cloak,
+ That covers you frae head to shie,
+ And I'll go to the hostage house,
+ Asking there for some supplie." 40
+
+ Now he's gone to the West-muir wood,
+ And there he's pull'd a trusty tree;
+ And then he's on to the hostage gone,
+ Asking there for charitie.
+
+ Down the stair the captain comes, 45
+ Aye the poor man for to see:
+ "If ye be a captain as good as ye look,
+ Ye'll give a poor man some supplie;
+ If ye be a captain as good as ye look,
+ A guinea this day ye'll gie to me." 50
+
+ "Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?
+ Where were ye born, in what countrie?"
+ "In fair Scotland I was born,
+ Crooked carle that I be."
+
+ "I would give you fifty pounds, 55
+ Of gold and white monie,
+ I would give you fifty pounds,
+ If the traitor Wallace ye'd let me see."
+
+ "Tell down your money," said Willie Wallace,
+ "Tell down your money, if it be good; 60
+ I'm sure I have it in my power,
+ And never had a better bode.
+
+ "Tell down your money, if it be good,
+ And let me see if it be fine;
+ I'm sure I have it in my power 65
+ To bring the traitor Wallace in."
+
+ The money was told on the table,
+ Silver bright of pounds fiftie:
+ "Now here I stand," said Willie Wallace,
+ "And what hae ye to say to me?" 70
+
+ He slew the captain where he stood,
+ The rest they did quack an' roar;
+ He slew the rest around the room,
+ And ask'd if there were any more.
+
+ "Come, cover the table," said Willie Wallace, 75
+ "Come, cover the table now, make haste;
+ For it will soon be three lang days
+ Sin I a bit o' meat did taste."
+
+ The table was not well covered,
+ Nor yet was he set down to dine, 80
+ Till fifteen more of the English lords
+ Surrounded the house where he was in.
+
+ The guidwife she ran but the floor,
+ And aye the guidman he ran ben;
+ From eight o'clock till four at noon 85
+ He had kill'd full thirty men.
+
+ He put the house in sic a swither
+ That five o' them he sticket dead,
+ Five o' them he drown'd in the river,
+ And five hung in the West-muir wood. 90
+
+ Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,[L91]
+ Where the maid was washing tenderlie;
+ "Now by my sooth," said Willie Wallace,
+ "It's been a sair day's wark to me."
+
+ He's put his hand in his pocket, 95
+ And he has pull'd out twenty pounds;
+ Says, "Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid
+ For the gude luck of your half-crown."
+
+91. A beautiful plain, or common, lying along the Tay near
+Perth.--CHAMBERS.
+
+
+
+
+SIR WILLIAM WALLACE.
+
+From _The Thistle of Scotland_, p. 100.
+
+
+The editor states that he took the ballad down from the recitation of an
+old gentlewoman in Aberdeenshire.
+
+ Wou'd ye hear of William Wallace,
+ An' sek him as he goes,
+ Into the lan' of Lanark,
+ Amang his mortel faes?
+
+ There was fyften English sogers 5
+ Unto his ladie cam,
+ Said "Gie us William Wallace,
+ That we may have him slain.
+
+ "Wou'd ye gie William Wallace,
+ That we may have him slain, 10
+ And ye's be wedded to a lord,
+ The best in Christendeem."
+
+ "This verra nicht at seven,
+ Brave Wallace will come in,
+ And he'll come to my chamber door, 15
+ Without or dread or din."
+
+ The fyften English sogers
+ Around the house did wait,
+ And four brave Southron foragers,
+ Stood hie upon the gait. 20
+
+ That verra nicht at seven
+ Brave Wallace he came in,
+ And he came to his ladies bouir,
+ Withouten dread or din.
+
+ When she beheld him Wallace, 25
+ She star'd him in the face;
+ "Ohon, alas!" said that ladie,
+ "This is a woful case.
+
+ "For I this nicht have sold you,
+ This nicht you must be taen, 30
+ And I'm to be wedded to a lord,
+ The best in Christendeem."
+
+ "Do you repent," said Wallace,
+ "The ill you've dane to me?"
+ "Ay, that I do," said that ladie, 35
+ "And will do till I die.
+
+ "Ay, that I do," said that ladie,
+ "And will do ever still,
+ And for the ill I've dane to you,
+ Let me burn upon a hill." 40
+
+ "Now God forfend," says brave Wallace,
+ "I shou'd be so unkind;
+ Whatever I am to Scotland's faes,
+ I'm aye a woman's friend.
+
+ "Will ye gie me your gown, your gown, 45
+ Your gown but and your kirtle,
+ Your petticoat of bonny brown,
+ And belt about my middle?
+
+ "I'll take a pitcher in ilka hand,
+ And do me to the well, 50
+ They'll think I'm one of your maidens,
+ Or think it is your sell."
+
+ She has gien him her gown, her gown,
+ Her petticoat and kirtle,
+ Her broadest belt wi' silver clasp, 55
+ To bind about his middle.
+
+ He's taen a pitcher in ilka hand,
+ And dane him to the well,
+ They thought him one of her maidens,
+ They ken'd it was nae hersell. 60
+
+ Said one of the Southron foragers,
+ "See ye yon lusty dame?
+ I wou'd nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,
+ To bring her back agen."
+
+ Then all the Southrons follow'd him, 65
+ And sure they were but four;
+ But he has drawn his trusty brand,
+ And slew them pair by pair.
+
+ He threw the pitchers frae his hands,
+ And to the hills fled he, 70
+ Until he cam to a fair may,
+ Was washin' on yon lea.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye weel far'd may?
+ What news hae ye to gie?"
+ "Ill news, ill news," the fair may said, 75
+ "Ill news I hae to thee.
+
+ "There is fyften English sogers
+ Into that thatched inn,
+ Seeking Sir William Wallace;
+ I fear that he is slain." 80
+
+ "Have ye any money in your pocket?
+ Pray lend it unto me,
+ And when I come this way again,
+ Repaid ye weel shall be."
+
+ She['s] put her hand in her pocket, 85
+ And taen out shillings three;
+ He turn'd him right and round about,
+ And thank'd the weel far'd may.
+
+ He had not gone a long rig length,
+ A rig length and a span, 90
+ Until he met a bold beggar,
+ As sturdy as cou'd gang.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye bold beggar?
+ What news hae ye to gie?"
+ "O heavy news," the beggar said, 95
+ "I hae to tell to thee.
+
+ "There is fyften English sogers,
+ I heard them in yon inn,
+ Vowing to kill him Wallace;
+ I fear the chief is slain." 100
+
+ "Will ye change apparell wi' me, auld man?
+ Change your apparell for mine?
+ And when I come this way again,
+ Ye'll be my ain poor man."
+
+ When he got on the beggar's coat, 105
+ The pike staff in his hand,
+ He's dane him down to yon tavern,
+ Where they were drinking wine.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye staff beggar?
+ What news hae ye to gie?" 110
+ "I hae nae news, I heard nae news,
+ As few I'll hae frae thee."
+
+ "I think your coat is ragged, auld man,
+ But wou'd you wages win,
+ And tell where William Wallace is, 115
+ We'll lay gold in your hand."
+
+ "Tell down, tell down your good red gold,
+ Upon the table head,
+ And ye sall William Wallace see,
+ Wi' the down-come of Robin Hood." 120
+
+ They had nae tauld the money down,
+ And laid it on his knee,
+ When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,
+ He on the floor gar'd flee.
+
+ And he has drawn his trusty brand, 125
+ And slew them one by one,
+ Then sat down at the table head,
+ And callèd for some wine.
+
+ The goodwife she ran but, ran but,
+ The goodman he ran ben, 130
+ The verra bairns about the fire
+ Were a' like to gang brain.
+
+ "Now if there be a Scotsman here,
+ He'll come and drink wi' me;
+ And if there be an English loun, 135
+ It is his time to flee."
+
+ The goodman was an Englishman,
+ And to the hills he ran,
+ The goodwife was a Scots woman,
+ And she came to his hand. 140
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+
+
+
+JOHNNY COCK. (See p. 11.)
+
+
+From Fry's _Pieces of Ancient Poetry, from unpublished Manuscripts and
+scarce Books_ (p. 51). Bristol, 1814.
+
+"This ballad is taken from a modern quarto manuscript purchased at
+Glasgow of Messrs. Smith and Son in the year 1810, and containing
+several others, but written so corruptly as to be of little or no
+authority; appearing to be the text-book of some illiterate drummer,
+from its comprising the music of several regimental marches."
+
+Fry did not observe that he was printing fragments of two different
+versions as one ballad. They are here separated.
+
+
+I.
+
+ Johnny Cock, in a May morning,
+ Sought water to wash his hands;
+ And he is awa to louse his dogs,
+ That's tied wi iron bans,
+ _That's tied wi iron bans_.
+
+ His coat it is of the light Lincum green, 5
+ And his breiks are of the same;
+ His shoes are of the American leather,
+ Silver buckles tying them.
+ _Silver buckles, &c._
+
+ 'He' hunted up, and so did 'he' down,
+ Till 'he' came to yon bush of scrogs, 10
+ And then to yon wan water,
+ Where he slept among his dogs.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Johnny Cock out-shot a' the foresters,
+ And out-shot a' the three;
+ Out shot a' the foresters, 15
+ Wounded Johnny aboun the bree.
+
+ "Woe be to you, foresters,
+ And an ill death may you die![L18]
+ For there would not a wolf in a' the wood,
+ Have done the like to me. 20
+
+ "For ''twould ha' put its foot in the coll water,
+ And ha strinkled it on my bree;
+ And gin [it] that would not have done,
+ Would have gane and lett me be.
+
+ "I often took to my mother 25
+ The dandoo and the roe;
+ But now I'l take to my mother
+ Much sorrow and much woe.
+
+ "I often took to my mother
+ The dandoo and the hare; 30
+ But now I'l take to my mother
+ Much sorrow and much care."
+
+18-24. Finlay furnishes one beautiful stanza which belongs to this
+portion of the story, and, as that editor remarks, describes
+expressively the languor of approaching death.
+
+ There's no a bird in a' this foreste
+ Will do as meikle for me,
+ As dip its wing in the wan water
+ An straik it on my ee-bree.
+
+ _Scottish Ballads_, I. xxxi.
+
+
+II.
+
+ Fifteen foresters in the braid alow,
+ And they are wondrous fell;
+ To get a drop of Johnny's heart bluid,
+ They would sink a' their souls to hell.
+
+ Johnny Cock has gotten word of this, 5
+ And he is wondrous keen;
+ He['s] custan aff the red scarlet,
+ And on 'wi' the Linkum green.
+
+ And he is ridden oer muir and muss,
+ And over mountains high, 10
+ Till he came to yon wan water;
+ And there Johnny Cock did lie.
+
+ He's taen out a horn from his side,
+ And he blew both loud and shrill,
+ Till a' the fifteen foresters 15
+ Heard Johnny Cock blaw his horn.
+
+ They have sworn a bluidy oath,
+ And they swore all in one,
+ That there was not a man among them a',
+ Would blaw such a blast as yon. 20
+
+ And they have ridden oer muir and muss,
+ And over mountains high,
+ Till they came to yon wan water,
+ Where Johnny Cock did lie.
+
+ They have shotten little Johnny Cock, 25
+ A little above the ee;
+ * * * * *
+ For doing the like to me.
+
+ "There's not a wolf in a' the wood[L29]
+ Woud 'ha' done the like to me: 30
+ 'She'd ha' dipped her foot in coll water,
+ And strinkled above my ee,
+ And if I would have waked for that,
+ 'She'd ha' gane and let me be.
+
+ "But fingers five, come here, [come here,] 35
+ And faint heart fail me nought![L36]
+ And silver strings, value me sma' things,
+ Till I get all this vengeance rowght!"
+
+ He ha[s] shot a' the fifteen foresters,
+ Left never a one but one; 40
+ And he broke the ribs a that anes side,
+ And let him take tiding home.
+
+ They have ridden oer muir and muss,
+ And over mountains high,
+ Till they met wi 'an' old palmer, 45
+ Was walking along the way.
+
+ "What news, what news, old palmer,
+ What news have you to me?"
+ "Yonder is one of the proudest wed sons
+ That ever my eyes did see. 50
+ * * * * *
+
+ "* * a bird in a' the wood
+ Could sing as I could say;
+ It would go in to my mothers bower,[L53]
+ And bid her kiss me, and take me away."
+
+29. word.
+
+36. faint hearted.
+
+53. bows.
+
+
+
+
+THE LIFE AND DEATH OF SIR HUGH OF THE GRIME. (See p. 51.)
+
+From Durfey's _Pills to purge Melancholy_, vi. 289.
+
+
+The same is printed in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_ (ed. 1790), p. 192, from
+a collation of two blackletter copies, one in the collection of the Duke
+of Roxburgh, and "another in the hands of John Baynes, Esq." Several
+stanzas are corrupted, and the names are greatly disfigured. Ritson
+mentions in a note a somewhat different ballad on the same subject,
+beginning:--
+
+ "Good Lord John is a hunting gone."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ As it befel upon one time,
+ About mid-summer of the year,
+ Every man was taxt of his crime,
+ For stealing the good Lord Bishop's mare.
+
+ The good Lord Screw sadled a horse, 5
+ And rid after the same serime;
+ Before he did get over the moss,
+ There was he aware of Sir Hugh of the Grime.
+
+ "Turn, O turn, thou false traytor,
+ Turn, and yield thyself unto me: 10
+ Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's mare,
+ And now thinkest away to flee."
+
+ "No, soft, Lord Screw, that may not be;
+ Here is a broad sword by my side,
+ And if that thou canst conquer me, 15
+ The victory will soon be try'd."
+
+ "I ne'er was afraid of a traytor bold,
+ Altho' thy name be Hugh in the Grime;
+ I'll make thee repent thy speeches foul,
+ If day and life but give me time." 20
+
+ "Then do thy worst, good Lord Screw,
+ And deal your blows as fast as you can;
+ It will be try'd between me and you
+ Which of us two shall be the best man."
+
+ Thus as they dealt their blows so free, 25
+ And both so bloody at that time,
+ Over the moss ten yeomen they see,
+ Come for to take Sir Hugh in the Grime.
+
+ Sir Hugh set his back again[st] a tree,
+ And then the men compast him round; 30
+ His mickle sword from his hand did flee,
+ And then they brought Sir Hugh to the ground.
+
+ Sir Hugh of the Grime now taken is
+ And brought back to Garland town;
+ Then cry'd the good wives all in Garland town, 35
+ "Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st ne'er gang down."
+
+ The good Lord Bishop is come to town,
+ And on the bench is set so high;
+ And every man was tax'd to his crime,
+ At length he called Sir Hugh in the Grime. 40
+
+ "Here am I, thou false Bishop,
+ Thy humours all to fulfil;
+ I do not think my fact so great
+ But thou mayst put [it] into thy own will."
+
+ The quest of jury-men was call'd, 45
+ The best that was in Garland town;
+ Eleven of them spoke all in a breast,
+ "Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st ne'er gang down."
+
+ Then other questry-men was call'd,
+ The best that was in Rumary; 50
+ Twelve of them spoke all in a breast,
+ "Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st now guilty."
+
+ Then came down my good Lord Boles,
+ Falling down upon his knee;
+ "Five hundred pieces of gold will I give, 55
+ To grant Sir Hugh in the Grime to me."
+
+ "Peace, peace, my good Lord Boles,
+ And of your speeches set them by;
+ If there be eleven Grimes all of a name,
+ Then by my own honour they all should dye." 60
+
+ Then came down my good Lady Ward,
+ Falling low upon her knee;
+ "Five hundred measures of gold I'll give,
+ To grant Sir Hugh of the Grime to me."
+
+ "Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward, 65
+ None of your proffers shall him buy;
+ For if there be twelve Grimes all of a name,
+ By my own honour [they] all should dye."
+
+ Sir Hugh of the Grime's condemn'd to dye,
+ And of his friends he had no lack; 70
+ Fourteen foot he leapt in his ward,
+ His hands bound fast upon his back.
+
+ Then he look'd over his left shoulder,
+ To see whom he could see or 'spye;
+ Then was he aware of his father dear, 75
+ Came tearing his hair most pitifully.
+
+ "Peace, peace, my father dear,
+ And of your speeches set them by;
+ Tho' they have bereav'd me of my life,
+ They cannot bereave me of heaven so high." 80
+
+ He look'd over his right shoulder,
+ To see whom he could see or 'spye;
+ There was he aware of his mother dear,
+ Came tearing her hair most pitifully.
+
+ "Pray have me remember'd to Peggy my wife, 85
+ As she and I walk'd over the moor,
+ She was the cause of the loss of my life,
+ And with the old bishop she play'd the whore.
+
+ "Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword,
+ That is made of the metal so fine, 90
+ And when thou com'st to the Border side,
+ Remember the death of Sir Hugh of the Grime."
+
+
+
+
+[JOHNIE ARMSTRANG, OR,] A NORTHERN BALLET.
+
+From _Wit Restor'd_, p. 132.
+
+
+ There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,
+ Jonne Armestrong men did him call,
+ He had nither lands nor rents coming in,
+ Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.
+
+ He had horse and harness for them all, 5
+ Goodly steeds were all milke white,
+ O the golden bands an about their necks,
+ And their weapons they were all alike.
+
+ Newes then was brought unto the king,
+ That there was sicke a won as hee, 10
+ That lived lyke a bold out-law,[L11]
+ And robbed all the north country.
+
+ The king he writt an a letter then
+ A letter which was large and long,
+ He signed it with his owne hand, 15
+ And he promised to doe him no wrong.
+
+ When this letter came Jonne untill,
+ His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree;
+ "Never was I sent for before any king,
+ My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee. 20
+
+ "And if wee goe the king before,
+ I would we went most orderly;
+ Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,
+ Laced with silver laces three.
+
+ "Every won of you shall have his velvett coat, 25
+ Laced with sillver lace so white;
+ O the golden bands an about your necks,
+ Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke."
+
+ By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,
+ Towards Edenburough gon was hee, 30
+ And with him all his eight score men,
+ Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!
+
+ When Jonne came befower the king,
+ He fell downe on his knee;
+ "O pardon my soveraine leige," he said, 35
+ "O pardon my eight score men and mee!"
+
+ "Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,
+ For thy eight score men nor thee;
+ For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,
+ Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow tree." 40
+
+ But Jonne looked over his left shoulder,
+ Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!
+ Saying, "Asking grace of a graceles face--
+ Why there is none for you nor me."
+
+ But Jonne had a bright sword by his side, 45
+ And it was made of the mettle so free,
+ That had not the king stept his foot aside,
+ He had smitten his head from his fair boddé.
+
+ Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,
+ And see that none of you be taine; 50
+ For rather then men shall say we were hanged,
+ Let them report how we were slaine."
+
+ Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
+ And so besett poore Jonne [a] rounde,
+ That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnes best men, 55
+ Lay gasping all upon the ground.
+
+ Then like a mad man Jonne laide about,
+ And like a mad man then fought hee,
+ Untill a falce Scot came Jonne behinde,
+ And runn him through the faire boddee. 60
+
+ Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,
+ And see that none of you be taine;
+ For I will stand by and bleed but a while,
+ And then will I come and fight againe."
+
+ Newes then was brought to young Jonne Armestrong, 65
+ As he stood by his nurses knee,
+ Who vowed if er'e he lived for to be a man,
+ O th' the treacherous Scots reveng'd hee'd be.
+
+
+11. syke.
+
+
+
+
+LOUDOUN CASTLE. (See p. 149.)
+
+
+From _The Ballads and Songs of Ayrshire_, First Series, p. 74, where it
+is taken from a _Statistical Account of the Parish of Loudoun_. The
+writer of the _Statistical Account_ states that the old castle of
+Loudoun is supposed to have been destroyed by fire about 350 years ago.
+"The current tradition," he adds, "ascribes that event to the Clan
+Kennedy, and the remains of an old tower at Auchruglen, on the Galston
+side of the valley, is still pointed out as having been their
+residence."
+
+
+ It fell about the Martinmas time,
+ When the wind blew snell and cauld,
+ That Adam o' Gordon said to his men,
+ "When will we get a hold?
+
+ "See [ye] not where yonder fair castle 5
+ Stands on yon lily lee?
+ The laird and I hae a deadly feud,
+ The lady fain would I see."
+
+ As she was up on the househead,
+ Behold, on looking down, 10
+ She saw Adam o' Gordon and his men,
+ Coming riding to the town.
+
+ The dinner was not well set down,
+ Nor the grace was scarcely said,
+ Till Adam o' Gordon and his men 15
+ About the walls were laid.
+
+ "It's fause now fa' thee, Jock my man,
+ Thou might a let me be;
+ Yon man has lifted the pavement stone,
+ An' let in the loun to me." 20
+
+ "Seven years I served thee, fair ladie,
+ You gave me meat and fee;
+ But now I am Adam o' Gordon's man,
+ An' maun either do it or die."
+
+ "Come down, come down, my Lady Loudoun, 25
+ Come thou down unto me;[L26]
+ I'll wrap thee on a feather bed,
+ Thy warrand I shall be."
+
+ "I'll no come down, I'll no come down,
+ For neither laird nor loun, 30
+ Nor yet for any bloody butcher
+ That lives in Altringham town.
+
+ "I would give the black," she says,
+ "And so would I the brown,
+ If that Thomas, my only son, 35
+ Could charge to me a gun."
+
+ Out then spake the Lady Margaret,
+ As she stood on the stair,--
+ The fire was at her goud garters,
+ The lowe was at her hair. 40
+
+ "I would give the black," she says,
+ "And so would I the brown,
+ For a drink of yon water,
+ That rins by Galston Town."
+
+ Out then spake fair Anne, 45
+ She was baith jimp and sma',
+ "O row me in a pair o' sheets,
+ And tow me down the wa'."
+
+ "O hold thy tongue, thou fair Anne,
+ And let thy talkin' be, 50
+ For thou must stay in this fair castle,
+ And bear thy death with me."
+
+ "O mother," spoke the Lord Thomas,
+ As he sat on the nurse's knee,
+ "O mother, give up this fair castle, 55
+ Or the reek will worrie me."
+
+ "I would rather be burnt to ashes sma',
+ And be cast on yon sea foam,
+ Before I'd give up this fair castle,
+ And my lord so far from home. 60
+
+ "My good lord has an army strong,
+ He's now gone o'er the sea;
+ He bade me keep this gay castle,
+ As long as it would keep me.
+
+ "I've four-and-twenty brave milk kye 65
+ Gangs on yon lily lee,
+ I'd give them a' for a blast of wind,
+ To blaw the reek from me."
+
+ O pitie on yon fair castle,
+ That's built with stone and lime, 70
+ But far mair pitie on Lady Loudoun,
+ And all her children nine.
+
+26. down thou.
+
+
+
+
+ROB ROY. (See p. 203.)
+
+From _Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern_, by Robert Burns,
+edited by Cromek, ii. 199.
+
+
+ Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,
+ Unto the Lawlan' border,
+ To steal awa a gay ladie
+ To haud his house in order.
+ He cam owre the lock o' Lynn, 5
+ Twenty men his arms did carry;
+ Himsel gaed in, an' fand her out,
+ Protesting he would marry.
+
+ "O will ye gae wi' me," he says,
+ "Or will ye be my honey? 10
+ Or will ye be my wedded wife?
+ For I love you best of any."
+ "I winna gae wi' you," she says,
+ "Nor will I be your honey,
+ Nor will I be your wedded wife; 15
+ You love me for my money."
+ * * * * *
+
+ But he set her on a coal-black steed,
+ Himsel lap on behind her,
+ An' he's awa to the Highland hills,
+ Whare her frien's they canna find her. 20
+ * * * * *
+
+ "Rob Roy was my father ca'd,
+ Macgregor was his name, ladie;
+ He led a band o' heroes bauld,
+ An' I am here the same, ladie.
+ Be content, be content, 25
+ Be content to stay, ladie,
+ For thou art my wedded wife
+ Until thy dying day, ladie.
+
+ "He was a hedge unto his frien's,
+ A heckle to his foes, ladie, 30
+ Every one that durst him wrang,
+ He took him by the nose, ladie.
+ I'm as bold, I'm as bold,
+ I'm as bold, an more, ladie;
+ He that daurs dispute my word, 35
+ Shall feel my guid claymore, ladie."
+
+
+II.
+
+From Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 44.
+
+ Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,
+ Unto our Scottish border,
+ And he has stow'n a lady fair,
+ To haud his house in order.
+
+ And when he cam, he surrounded the house, 5
+ Twenty men their arms did carry,
+ And he has stow'n this lady fair,
+ On purpose her to marry.
+
+ And when he cam, he surrounded the house;
+ No tidings there cam before him, 10
+ Or else the lady would have been gone,
+ For still she did abhor him.
+
+ Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes,
+ Fast hauding by her mother,
+ Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes, 15
+ They are parted frae each other.
+
+ Nae time he gied her to be dress'd,
+ As ladies do when they're bride O,
+ But he hastened and hurried her awa',
+ And he row'd her in his plaid O. 20
+
+ They rade till they cam to Ballyshine,
+ At Ballyshine they tarried;
+ He bought to her a cotton gown,
+ Yet ne'er would she be married.
+
+ Three held her up before the priest, 25
+ Four carried her to bed O,
+ Wi' wat'ry eyes, and murnfu' sighs,
+ When she behind was laid O.
+ * * * * *
+
+ "O be content, be content,
+ Be content to stay, lady, 30
+ For ye are my wedded wife
+ Unto my dying day, lady.
+
+CHORUS.
+
+ _Be content, be content,
+ Be content to stay, lady,
+ For ye are my wedded wife
+ Unto my dying day, lady._
+
+ "My father is Rob Roy called,
+ M'Gregor is his name, lady,
+ In all the country where he dwells, 35
+ He does succeed the fame, lady.
+
+ "My father he has cows and ewes,
+ And goats he has eneuch, lady,
+ And you, and twenty thousand merks,
+ Will make me a man complete, lady." 40
+
+
+
+
+EPPIE MORRIE.
+
+From Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 40.
+
+
+"This ballad is probably much more than a century old, though the
+circumstances which have given rise to it were fortunately too common to
+preclude the possibility of its being of a later date. Although
+evidently founded on fact, the editor has not hitherto discovered the
+particular circumstances out of which it has originated."
+
+ Four and twenty Highland men
+ Came a' from Carrie side,
+ To steal awa' Eppie Morrie,
+ 'Cause she would not be a bride.
+
+ Out it's cam her mother, 5
+ It was a moonlight night,
+ She could not see her daughter.
+ The sands they shin'd so bright.
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, mother,
+ Haud far awa' frae me; 10
+ There's not a man in a' Strathdon
+ Shall wedded be with me."
+
+ They have taken Eppie Morrie,
+ And horseback bound her on,
+ And then awa' to the minister, 15
+ As fast as horse could gang.
+
+ He's taken out a pistol,
+ And set it to the minister's breast;
+ "Marry me, marry me, minister,
+ Or else I'll be your priest." 20
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, good sir,
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ For there's not a man in a' Strathdon
+ That shall married be with me."
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, Willie, 25
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ For I darna avow to marry you,
+ Except she's as willing as ye."
+
+ They have taken Eppie Morrie,
+ Since better could nae be, 30
+ And they're awa' to Carrie side,
+ As fast as horse could flee.
+
+ Then mass was sung, and bells were rung,
+ And all were bound for bed,
+ Then Willie an' Eppie Morrie 35
+ In one bed they were laid.
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, Willie,
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ Before I'll lose my maidenhead,
+ I'll try my strength with thee." 40
+
+ She took the cap from off her head,
+ And threw it to the way;
+ Said, "Ere I lose my maidenhead,
+ I'll fight with you till day."
+
+ Then early in the morning, 45
+ Before her clothes were on,
+ In came the maiden of Scalletter,
+ Gown and shirt alone.
+
+ "Get up, get up, young woman,
+ And drink the wine wi' me;" 50
+ "You might have called me maiden,
+ I'm sure as leal as thee."
+
+ "Wally fa' you, Willie,
+ That ye could nae prove a man,
+ And taen the lassie's maidenhead; 55
+ She would have hired your han'."
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, lady,
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ There's not a man in a' Strathdon,
+ The day shall wed wi' me." 60
+
+ Soon in there came Belbordlane,
+ With a pistol on every side;
+ "Come awa' hame, Eppie Morrie,
+ And there you'll be my bride."
+
+ "Go get to me a horse, Willie, 65
+ And get it like a man,
+ And send me back to my mother,
+ A maiden as I cam.
+
+ "The sun shines o'er the westlin hills,
+ By the light lamp of the moon, 70
+ Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,
+ And whistle, and I'll come soon."
+
+
+
+
+MACPHERSON'S RANT.
+
+
+This ballad, worthy of a hangman's pen, was first printed in Herd's
+_Scottish Songs_, i. 161. It is found, mutilated and altered, with the
+title of _Macpherson's Lament_, in the _Thistle of Scotland_, p. 52.
+
+The story of Macpherson is given as follows by a writer in the _New
+Monthly Magazine_, vol. i. p. 142, cited by Chambers, _Scottish Songs_,
+i. 84.
+
+"James Macpherson was born of a beautiful gipsy, who, at a great
+wedding, attracted the notice of a half-intoxicated Highland gentleman.
+He acknowledged the child, and had him reared in his house, until he
+lost his life in bravely pursuing a hostile clan, to recover a spreach
+of cattle taken from Badenoch. The gipsy woman, hearing of this
+disaster, in her rambles the following summer, came and took away her
+boy; but she often returned with him, to wait upon his relations and
+clansmen, who never failed to clothe him well, besides giving money to
+his mother. He grew up to beauty, strength, and stature, rarely
+equalled. His sword is still preserved at Duff House, a residence of the
+Earl of Fife, and few men of our day could carry, far less wield it, as
+a weapon of war; and if it must be owned that his prowess was debased by
+the exploits of a free-booter, it is certain, no act of cruelty, no
+robbery of the widow, the fatherless, or distressed, and no murder, were
+ever perpetrated under his command. He often gave the spoils of the rich
+to relieve the poor; and all his tribe were restrained from many
+atrocities of rapine by the awe of his mighty arm. Indeed, it is said
+that a dispute with an aspiring and savage man of his tribe, who wished
+to rob a gentleman's house while his wife and two children lay on the
+bier for interment, was the cause of his being betrayed to the vengeance
+of the law. The magistrates of Aberdeen were exasperated at Macpherson's
+escape, and bribed a girl in that city to allure and deliver him into
+their hands. There is a platform before the jail, at the top of a stair,
+and a door below. When Macpherson's capture was made known to his
+comrades by the frantic girl, who had been so credulous as to believe
+the magistrates only wanted to hear the wonderful performer on the
+violin, his cousin, Donald Macpherson, a gentleman of Herculean powers,
+did not disdain to come from Badenoch, and to join a gipsy, Peter Brown,
+in liberating the prisoner. On a market-day they brought several
+assistants; and swift horses were stationed at a convenient distance.
+Donald Macpherson and Peter Brown forced the jail; and while Peter Brown
+went to help the heavily-fettered James Macpherson in moving away,
+Donald Macpherson guarded the jail-door with a drawn sword. Many persons
+assembled at the market had experienced James Macpherson's humanity, or
+had shared his bounty; and they crowded round the jail as in mere
+curiosity, but, in fact, to obstruct the civil authorities in their
+attempts to prevent a rescue. A butcher, however, was resolved to detain
+Macpherson, expecting a large recompense from the magistrates; he sprung
+up the stairs, and leaped from the platform upon Donald Macpherson, whom
+he dashed to the ground by the force and weight of his body. Donald
+Macpherson soon recovered, to make a desperate resistance; and the
+combatants tore off each other's clothes. The butcher got a glimpse of
+his dog upon the platform, and called him to his aid; but Macpherson,
+with admirable presence of mind, snatched up his own plaid, which lay
+near, and threw it over the butcher, thus misleading the instinct of his
+canine adversary. The dog darted with fury upon the plaid, and terribly
+lacerated his master's thigh. In the mean time, James Macpherson had
+been carried out by Peter Brown, and was soon joined by Donald
+Macpherson, who was quickly covered by some friendly spectator with a
+hat and great coat. The magistrates ordered webs from the shops to be
+drawn across the Gallowgate; but Donald Macpherson cut them asunder with
+his sword, and James, the late prisoner, got off on horseback. He was,
+some time after, betrayed by a man of his own tribe: and was the last
+person executed at Banff, previous to the abolition of hereditable
+jurisdiction. He was an admirable performer on the violin; and his
+talent for composition is still evidenced by Macpherson's Rant, and
+Macpherson's Pibroch. He performed these tunes at the foot of the fatal
+tree; and then asked if he had any friend in the crowd to whom a last
+gift of his instrument would be acceptable. No man had hardihood to
+claim friendship with a delinquent, in whose crimes the acknowledgment
+might implicate an avowed acquaintance. As no friend came forward,
+Macpherson said, the companion of so many gloomy hours should perish
+with him; and, breaking the violin over his knees, he threw away the
+fragments. Donald Macpherson picked up the neck of the violin, which to
+this day is preserved, as a valuable memento, by the family of Cluny,
+chieftain of the Macphersons."
+
+Burns's magnificent death-song, _McPherson's Farewell_, is too well
+known to require more than an allusion.
+
+ I've spent my time in rioting,
+ Debauch'd my health and strength;
+ I've pillag'd, plunder'd, murdered,
+ But now, alas! at length,
+ I'm brought to punishment direct, 5
+ Pale death draws near to me;
+ This end I never did project,
+ To hang upon a tree.
+
+ To hang upon a tree! a tree!
+ That curs'd unhappy death! 10
+ Like to a wolf to worried be,
+ And choaked in the breath.
+ My very heart would surely break,
+ When this I think upon,
+ Did not my courage singular 15
+ Bid pensive thoughts begone.
+
+ No man on earth that draweth breath,
+ More courage had than I;
+ I dar'd my foes unto their face,
+ And would not from them fly. 20
+ This grandeur stout, I did keep out,
+ Like Hector, manfullie:
+ Then wonder one like me, so stout,
+ Should hang upon a tree!
+
+ Th' Egyptian band I did command, 25
+ With courage more by far,
+ Than ever did a general
+ His soldiers in the war.
+ Being fear'd by all, both great and small,
+ I liv'd most joyfullie: 30
+ O! curse upon this fate of mine,
+ To hang upon a tree!
+
+ As for my life, I do not care,
+ If justice would take place,
+ And bring my fellow plunderers 35
+ Unto this same disgrace.
+ For Peter Brown, that notour loon,
+ Escap'd and was made free;
+ O! curse upon this fate of mine,
+ To hang upon a tree! 40
+
+ Both law and justice buried are,
+ And fraud and guile succeed;
+ The guilty pass unpunished,
+ If money intercede.
+ The Laird of Grant, that Highland saint, 45
+ His mighty majestie,
+ He pleads the cause of Peter Brown,
+ And lets Macpherson die.
+
+ The destiny of my life, contriv'd
+ By those whom I oblig'd, 50
+ Rewarded me much ill for good,
+ And left me no refuge.
+ For Braco Duff, in rage enough,
+ He first laid hands on me;
+ And if that death would not prevent, 55
+ Avenged would I be.
+
+ As for my life, it is but short,
+ When I shall be no more;
+ To part with life I am content,
+ As any heretofore. 60
+ Therefore, good people all, take heed,
+ This warning take by me,
+ According to the lives you lead,
+ Rewarded you shall be.
+
+
+
+
+BOOK VIII.
+
+THE FLEMISH INSURRECTION.
+
+
+The Flemings, having abandoned their legitimate sovereign and attached
+themselves to Philip the Fair, found at last cause to repent. In 1301,
+two citizens of Bruges, Peter de Koning, a draper, and John Breydel, a
+butcher, stirred up their townsmen to revolt, and drove out the French
+garrison. The next year, the Count d'Artois, with a superb army, was
+defeated by the insurgents at the battle of Courtrai.
+
+This ballad is found in MS. Harl. No. 2253, "of the reign of Edw. II."
+and has been printed in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_ (i. 51), and in
+Wright's _Political Songs_, p. 187. We have adopted the text of the
+latter.
+
+ Lustneth, lordinges, bothe yonge ant olde,
+ Of the Freynsshe men that were so proude ant bolde,
+ Hou the Flemmysshe men bohten hem ant solde,
+ Upon a Wednesday.
+ Betere hem were at home in huere londe, 5
+ Then for te seche Flemmysshe by the see stronde,
+ Whare thourh moni Frenshe wyf wryngeth hire honde,
+ Ant singeth weylaway.
+
+ The Kyng of Fraunce made statuz newe,
+ In the lond of Flaundres among false ant trewe, 10
+ That the commun of Bruges ful sore con arewe,
+ Ant seiden amonges hem,
+ "Gedere we us togedere hardilyche at ene,
+ Take we the bailifs bi tuenty ant by tene,
+ Clappe we of the hevedes anonen o the grene,[L15] 15
+ Ant caste we y the fen."
+
+ The webbes ant the fullaris assembleden hem alle,
+ Ant makeden huere consail in huere commune halle;
+ Token Peter Conyng huere kyng to calle,
+ Ant beo huere cheventeyn. 20
+ Hue nomen huere rouncyns out of the stalle,
+ Ant closeden the toun withinne the walle;
+ Sixti baylies ant ten hue maden adoun falle,
+ Ant moni an other sweyn.
+
+ Tho wolde the baylies that were come from Fraunce, 25
+ Dryve the Flemisshe that made the destaunce;
+ Hue turnden hem ayeynes with suerd ant with launce,
+ Stronge men ant lyht.
+ Y telle ou for sothe, for al huere bobaunce,
+ Ne for the avowerie of the Kyng of Fraunce, 30
+ Tuenti score ant fyve haden ther meschaunce,
+ By day ant eke by nyht.
+
+ Sire Jakes de Seint Poul, yherde hou hit was;
+ Sixtene hundred of horsemen asemblede o the gras;
+ He wende toward Bruges _pas pur pas_, 35
+ With swithe gret mounde
+ The Flemmysshe yherden telle the cas,
+ Agynneth to clynken huere basyns of bras,
+ Ant al hem to-dryven ase ston doth the glas,
+ Ant fellen hem to grounde. 40
+
+ Sixtene hundred of horsmen hede ther here fyn;
+ Hue leyyen y the stretes ystyked ase swyn,
+ Ther hue loren huere stedes ant mony rouncyn,
+ Thourh huere oune prude.
+ Sire Jakes ascapede, by a coynte gyn, 45
+ Out at one posterne ther me solde wyn,
+ Out of the fyhte hom to ys yn,
+ In wel muchele drede.
+
+ Tho the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this, anon,
+ Assemblede he is doussé-pers everuchon, 50
+ The proude eorl of Artoys ant other mony on,
+ To come to Paris.
+ The barouns of Fraunce thider conne gon,
+ Into the paleis that paved is with ston,
+ To jugge the Flemmisshe to bernen ant to slon, 55
+ Thourh the flour de lis.
+
+ Thenne seide the Kyng Philip, "Lustneth nou to me;
+ Myn eorles ant my barouns, gentil ant fre:
+ Goth, faccheth me the traytours ybounde to my kne;
+ Hastifliche ant blyve." 60
+ Tho suor the Eorl of Seint Poul, "_Par la goule dé_,
+ We shule facche the rybaus wher thi wille be,
+ Ant drawen hem [with] wilde hors out of the countrè,
+ By thousendes fyve."
+
+ "Sire Rauf Devel," sayth the Eorl of Boloyne, 65
+ "_Nus ne lerrum en vie chanoun ne moyne_;
+ Wende we forth anon ritht withoute eny assoygne,
+ Ne no lyves man.
+ We shule flo the Conyng, ant make roste is loyne;
+ The word shal springen of him into Coloyne, 70
+ So hit shal to Acres ant into Sesoyne,
+ Ant maken him ful wan."
+
+ Sevene eorls ant fourti barouns y-tolde,
+ Fiftene hundred knyhtes, proude ant swythe bolde,
+ Sixti thousent swyers amonge yunge ant olde, 75
+ Flemmisshe to take.
+ The Flemmisshe hardeliche hem come to-yeynes;
+ This proude Freinsshe eorles, huere knyhtes ant huere sweynes,
+ Aquelleden ant slowen, by hulles ant by pleynes,
+ Al for huere kynges sake. 80
+
+ This Frenshe come to Flaundres so liht so the hare;
+ Er hit were mydnyht hit fel hem to care;
+ Hue were laht by the net so bryd is in snare,
+ With rouncin ant with stede.
+ The Flemmisshe hem dabbeth o the het bare; 85
+ Hue nolden take for huem raunsoun ne ware;
+ Hue doddeth of huere hevedes, fare so hit fare,
+ Ant thareto haveth hue nede.
+
+ Thenne seyth the Eorl of Artois, "Y yelde me to the,
+ Peter Conyng, by thi nome, yef thou art hende ant fre, 90
+ That y ne have no shame ne no vylté,
+ That y ne be noud ded."
+ Thenne swor a bocher, "By my leauté,
+ Shalt thou ner more the kyng of Fraunce se,
+ Ne in the toun of Bruges in prisone be; 95
+ Thou woldest spene bred."
+
+ Ther hy were knulled y the putfalle,
+ This eorles ant barouns ant huere knyhtes alle;
+ Huere ledies huem mowe abide in boure ant in halle
+ Wel longe. 100
+ For hem mot huere kyng other knyhtes calle,
+ Other stedes taken out of huere stalle:
+ Ther hi habbeth dronke bittrere then the galle,
+ Upon the drue londe.
+
+ When the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this tydynge, 105
+ He smot doun is heved, is honden gon he wrynge:
+ Thourhout al Fraunce the word bygon to sprynge,
+ Wo wes huem tho!
+ Muche wes the sorewe ant the wepinge
+ That wes in al Fraunce among olde ant yynge; 110
+ The mest part of the lond bygon for te synge
+ "Alas ant weylawo!"
+
+ Awey, thou yunge pope! whet shal the to rede?
+ Thou hast lore thin cardinals at thi meste nede; 114
+ Ne keverest thou hem nevere for nones kunnes mede,
+ For sothe y the telle.
+ Do the forth to Rome, to amende thi misdede;
+ Bide gode halewen, hue lete the betere spede;
+ Bote thou worche wysloker, thou losest lont ant lede,
+ The coroune wel the felle. 120
+
+ Alas, thou seli Fraunce! for the may thunche shome,
+ That ane fewe fullaris maketh ou so tome;
+ Sixti thousent on a day hue maden fot-lome,
+ With eorl ant knyht.
+ Herof habbeth the Flemysshe suithe god game, 125
+ Ant suereth by Seint Omer ant eke bi Seint Jame,
+ Yef hy ther more cometh, hit falleth huem to shame,
+ With huem for te fyht.
+
+ I telle ou for sothe, the bataille thus bigon
+ Bituene Fraunce ant Flaundres, hou hue weren fon; 130
+ Vor Vrenshe the Eorl of Flaundres in prison heden ydon,
+ With tresoun untrewe.
+ Ye[f] the Prince of Walis his lyf habbé mote,
+ Hit falleth the Kyng of Fraunce bittrore then the sote;
+ Bote he the rathere therof welle do bote, 135
+ Wel sore hit shal hym rewe.
+
+15. anonen. R. an oven. W.
+
+
+
+
+THE EXECUTION OF SIR SIMON FRASER.
+
+
+On the 27th of March, 1306, Robert Bruce was crowned king at Scone.
+Immediately thereupon, King Edward the First sent the Earl of Pembroke,
+Aymer de Valence, to Scotland, to suppress what he called the rebellion
+in that kingdom. Pembroke attacked Bruce in his cantonments at Methven
+(or Kirkenclif) near Perth, and dispersed his small army, taking several
+prisoners of great consequence. Among them was Sir Simon Fraser, or
+Frisel, whose cruel fate is narrated in the following ballad.
+
+This piece has been printed in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_ (i. 28), and in
+Wright's _Political Songs_, p. 212, and is extracted from the same MS.
+as the preceding ballad.
+
+ Lystneth, lordynges, a newe song ichulle bigynne,
+ Of the traytours of Scotlond, that take beth wyth gynne;
+ Mon that loveth falsnesse, and nule never blynne,
+ Sore may him drede the lyf that he is ynne,
+ Ich understonde: 5
+ Selde wes he glad
+ That never nes a-sad
+ Of nythe ant of onde.
+
+ That y sugge by this Scottes that bueth nou to-drawe,
+ The hevedes o Londone-brugge, whosé con y-knawe; 10
+ He wenden han buen kynges, ant seiden so in sawe;
+ Betere hem were han y-be barouns, ant libbe in Godes lawe
+ Wyth love.
+ Whosé hateth soth ant ryht,
+ Lutel he douteth Godes myht, 15
+ The heye kyng above.
+
+ To warny alle the gentilmen that bueth in Scotlonde,
+ The Waleis wes to-drawe, seththe he wes an-honge,
+ Al quic biheveded, ys bowels ybrend,
+ The heved to Londone-brugge wes send, 20
+ To abyde.
+ After Simond Frysel,
+ That wes traytour ant fykell,
+ Ant y-cud ful wyde.
+
+ Sire Edward oure kyng, that ful ys of pieté, 25
+ The Waleis quarters sende to is oune contré,
+ On four-half to honge, huere myrour to be,
+ Theropon to thenche, that monie myhten se,
+ Ant drede.
+ Why nolden he be war 30
+ Of the bataile of Donbar,
+ Hou evele hem con spede?
+
+ Bysshopes ant barouns come to the kynges pes,
+ Ase men that weren fals, fykel, ant les,
+ Othes hue him sworen in stude ther he wes, 35
+ To buen him hold ant trewe for alles cunnes res,
+ Thrye,
+ That hue ne shulden ayeyn him go,
+ So hue were temed tho;
+ Weht halt hit to lye? 40
+
+ To the kyng Edward hii fasten huere fay;
+ Fals wes here foreward so forst is in May,
+ That sonne from the southward wypeth away;
+ Moni proud Scot therof mene may
+ To yere. 45
+ Nes never Scotlond
+ With dunt of monnes hond
+ Allinge aboht so duere.
+
+ The bisshop of Glascou y chot he wes ylaht,
+ The bisshop of Seint-Andrè, bothe he beth ycaht, 50
+ The abbot of Scon with the kyng nis nout saht,
+ Al here purpos ycome hit ys to naht,
+ Thurh ryhte:
+ Hii were unwis
+ When hii thohte pris 55
+ Ayeyn huere kyng to fyhte.
+
+ Thourh consail of thes bisshopes ynemned byfore,
+ Sire Robert the Bruytz furst kyng wes ycore;
+ He mai everuche day ys fon him se byfore,
+ Yef hee mowen him hente, i chot he bith forlore, 60
+ Sauntz fayle.
+ Soht for te sugge,
+ Duere he shal abugge
+ That he bigon batayle.
+
+ Hii that him crounede proude were ant bolde, 65
+ Hii maden kyng of somer, so hii ner ne sholde,[L66]
+ Hii setten on ys heved a croune of rede golde,
+ Ant token him a kyneyerde, so me kyng sholde,
+ To deme.
+ Tho he wes set in see, 70
+ Lutel god couthe he
+ Kyneriche to yeme.
+
+ Nou kyng Hobbe in the mures yongeth,
+ For te come to toune nout him ne longeth;
+ The barouns of Engelond, myhte hue him grype, 75
+ He him wolde techen on Englysshe to pype,
+ Thourh streynthe:
+ Ne be he ner so stout,
+ Yet he bith ysoht out
+ O brede ant o leynthe. 80
+
+ Sire Edward of Carnarvan, (Jhesu him save ant see!)
+ Sire Emer de Valence, gentil knyht ant free,
+ Habbeth ysuore huere oht that, _par la grace dée_,
+ Hee wolleth ous delyvren of that false contree,
+ Yef hii conne. 85
+ Muche hath Scotlond forlore,
+ Whet alast, whet bifore,
+ Ant lutel pris wonne.
+
+ Nou i chulle fonge ther ich er let,
+ Ant tellen ou of Frisel, ase ich ou byhet. 90
+ In the batayle of Kyrkenclyf Frysel wes ytake;
+ Ys continaunce abatede eny bost to make
+ Biside Strivelyn;
+ Knyhtes ant sweynes,
+ Fremen ant theynes, 95
+ Monye with hym.
+
+ So hii weren byset on everuche halve,
+ Somme slaye were, ant somme dreynte hemselve;
+ Sire Johan of Lyndeseye nolde nout abyde,
+ He wod into the water, his feren him bysyde, 100
+ To adrenche.
+ Whi nolden hii be war?
+ Ther nis non ayeyn star:--
+ Why nolden hy hem bythenche?
+
+ This wes byfore seint Bartholomeus masse, 105
+ That Frysel wes ytake, were hit more other lasse;
+ To sire Thomas of Multon, gentil baron ant fre,
+ Ant to sire Johan Jose, bytake tho wes he
+ To honde:
+ He wes yfetered weel, 110
+ Bothe with yrn ant wyth steel,
+ To bringen of Scotlonde.
+
+ Sone therafter the tydynge to the kyng com;
+ He him sende to Londone, with mony armed grom;
+ He com yn at Newegate, y telle yt ou aplyht, 115
+ A gerland of leves on ys hed ydyht,
+ Of grene;
+ For he shulde ben yknowe,
+ Bothe of heye ant of lowe,
+ For treytour, y wene. 120
+
+ Yfetered were ys legges under his horse wombe,
+ Bothe with yrn ant with stel mankled were ys honde,
+ A gerland of peruenke set on his heved;
+ Muche wes the poer that him wes byreved
+ In londe: 125
+ So god me amende,
+ Lutel he wende
+ So be broht in honde.
+
+ Sire Herbert of Norham, feyr knyht ant bold,[L129]
+ For the love of Frysel ys lyf wes ysold; 130
+ A wajour he made, so hit wes ytold,
+ Ys heved of to smhyte, yef me him brohte in hold,
+ Wat so bytyde:
+ Sory wes he thenne
+ Tho he myhte him kenne 135
+ Thourh the toun ryde.
+
+ Thenne seide ys scwyer a word anon ryht,
+ "Sire, we beth dede, ne helpeth hit no wyht,"
+ (Thomas de Boys the scwyer wes to nome,)
+ "Nou, y chot, our wajour turneth us to grome, 140
+ So ybate."
+ Y do ou to wyte,
+ Here heved wes of-smyte,
+ Byfore the Tour-gate.
+
+ This wes on oure Levedy even, for sothe ych understonde;[L145] 145
+ The justices seten for the knyhtes of Scotlonde,
+ Sire Thomas of Multone, an hendy knyht ant wys,[L147]
+ Ant sire Rauf of Sondwyche, that muchel is hold in prys,[L148]
+ Ant sire Johan Abel;
+ Mo y mihte telle by tale, 150
+ Bothe of grete ant of smale,
+ Ye knowen suythe wel.
+
+ Thenne saide the justice, that gentil is ant fre,
+ "Sire Simond Frysel, the kynges traytour hast thou be,
+ In water ant in londe, that monie myhten se. 155
+ What sayst thou thareto, hou wolt thou quite the?
+ Do say."
+ So foul he him wiste,
+ Nede waron truste
+ For to segge nay. 160
+
+ Ther he wes ydemed, so hit wes londes lawe;
+ For that he wes lordswyk, furst he wes to-drawe;
+ Upon a retheres hude forth he wes ytuht:
+ Sum while in ys time he wes a modi knyht,
+ In huerte. 165
+ Wickednesse ant sunne,
+ Hit is lutel wunne
+ That maketh the body smerte.
+
+ For al is grete poer, yet he wes ylaht;
+ Falsnesse ant swykedom, al hit geth to naht; 170
+ Tho he wes in Scotlond, lutel wes ys thoht
+ Of the harde jugement that him wes bysoht
+ In stounde.
+ He wes foursithe forswore
+ To the kyng ther bifore,[L175] 175
+ Ant that him brohte to grounde.
+
+ With feteres ant with gyves i chot he wes to-drowe,
+ From the Tour of Londone, that monie myhte knowe,
+ In a curtel of burel, a selkethe wyse,
+ Ant a gerland on ys heved of the newe guyse, 180
+ Thurh Cheepe;
+ Moni mon of Engelond
+ For to se Symond
+ Thideward con lepe.
+
+ Tho he com to galewes, furst he wes anhonge, 185
+ Al quic byheveded, thah him thohte longe;
+ Seththe he wes y-opened, is boweles ybrend,
+ The heved to Londone-brugge wes send,
+ To shonde:
+ So ich ever mote the, 190
+ Sumwhile wende he
+ Ther lutel to stonde.
+
+ He rideth thourh the sité, as y telle may,
+ With gomen ant wyth solas, that wes here play;
+ To Londone-brugge hee nome the way, 195
+ Moni wes the wyves chil that theron laketh a day,
+ Ant seide, Alas,
+ That he wes ibore,
+ Ant so villiche forlore,
+ So feir mon ase he was! 200
+
+ Nou stont the heved above the tu-brugge,
+ Faste bi Waleis, soth for te sugge;
+ After socour of Scotlond longe he mowe prye,
+ Ant after help of Fraunce, (wet halt hit to lye?)
+ Ich wene. 205
+ Betere him were in Scotlond,
+ With is ax in ys hond,
+ To pleyen o the grene.
+
+ Ant the body hongeth at the galewes faste,
+ With yrnene claspes longe to laste; 210
+ For te wyte wel the body, ant Scottysh to garste,
+ Foure ant twenti ther beoth to sothe ate laste,
+ By nyhte:
+ Yef eny were so hardi
+ The body to remuy, 215
+ Al so to dyhte.
+
+ Were sire Robert the Bruytz ycome to this londe,
+ Ant the erl of Asseles, that harde is an honde,[L218]
+ Alle the other pouraille, forsothe ich understonde,
+ Mihten be ful blythe ant thonke godes sonde, 220
+ Wyth ryhte;
+ Thenne myhte uch mon
+ Bothe riden ant gon
+ In pes withoute vyhte.
+
+ The traytours of Scotland token hem to rede 225
+ The barouns of Engelond to brynge to dede:
+ Charles of Fraunce, so moni mon tolde,
+ With myht ant with streynthe hem helpe wolde,
+ His thonkes.
+ Tprot, Scot, for thi strif! 230
+ Hang up thyn hachet ant thi knyf,
+ Whil him lasteth the lyf
+ With the longe shonkes.
+
+66. Bruce's wife, it is said, replied to her husband, when he was
+boasting of his royal rank, "You are indeed a summer king, but you will
+scarce be a winter one," alluding to the ephemeral sovereignty of the
+Lord of the May.
+
+129. He was one of the Scottish prisoners in the Tower; and is said to
+have been so confident of the safety or success of Sir Simon Fraser,
+that he had offered to lay his own head on the block, if that warrior
+suffered himself to be taken; and (however involuntarily) it seems he
+kept his word. Vide M. West. 460.--RITSON. MS. Morham.
+
+145. 7th September.
+
+147. Sir Thomas Multon was one of the justices of the King's Bench in
+1289. Sir Ralph Sandwich was made Baron of the Exchequer in 1312.--RITSON.
+
+148. MS. told.
+
+175. Sir Simon was one of those whom King Edward brought out of Scotland
+in 1296, when that kingdom was first subdued. He remained a close
+prisoner about eight months, and was then freed, on entering into the
+usual engagement with the conqueror, to which, however, it is certain he
+did not think proper to adhere; esteeming it, perhaps, more sinful to
+keep such a forced obligation than to take it. Abercrombie, i.
+552.--RITSON.
+
+218. The Earl of Athol, John de Strathbogie. Attempting to escape by
+sea, he was driven back by a storm, taken, and conveyed to London, where
+he was tried, condemned, and, with circumstances of great barbarity, put
+to death, 7th, &c. November, 1306. (M. West. 461.) Which proves the
+present ballad to have been composed between that time and the 7th of
+September preceding.--RITSON.
+
+
+
+
+GLOSSARY.
+
+[right pointing hand] Figures placed after words denote the pages in
+which they occur.
+
+
+ ablins, _perhaps_.
+
+ aboon, abune, _above_.
+
+ abugge, _aby_, _pay for_.
+
+ adrenche, _drown_.
+
+ ae, _one_; first ae, _first_.
+
+ agynneth, _begin_.
+
+ ahint, _behind_.
+
+ airns, _irons_.
+
+ airt, _quarter of the compass_, _direction_.
+
+ alacing, _saying alas_.
+
+ alane, mine, _alone by myself_.
+
+ alast, _latterly_.
+
+ alles, _all_.
+
+ allinge, _altogether_.
+
+ alow, 245, _below_.
+
+ al so, _at once_.
+
+ amense, _amends_.
+
+ American leather, 244?
+
+ anew, _enough_.
+
+ an honde, 283, _in hand_.
+
+ anis, _once_.
+
+ aplyht, 273, a particle of confirmation, _indeed_, _on my word_, &c.
+
+ aquelleden, _killed_.
+
+ arewe, 269, _rue_, _feel aggrieved by_.
+
+ assoygne, 271, _delay_: (lines 66, 67, should probably be transposed.)
+
+ asteir, _astir_, _moved_, (his anger.)
+
+ avow, 261, _consent_, _undertake_.
+
+ avowerie, _protection_, _support_.
+
+ awin, _own_.
+
+ awsome, _frightful_.
+
+ ayeyn, _against_: 278, v. 103, a word seems to have dropped out. The
+ sense is, _there is no resisting the stars_. Wright reads _stare_.
+
+ ayont, _beyond_, _on one side of_.
+
+
+ bangisters, _violent and lawless people_, _those that have the upper
+ hand_, _victors_.
+
+ basnet, _helmet_.
+
+ batts, _beating_.
+
+ beet, 90, _help_.
+
+ ben, _in_.
+
+ bent, _coarse grass_;
+ _open country_, covered with the same.
+
+ benty, _covered with the coarse grass called bent_;
+ benty-line, 13?
+
+ beseen, weil, 132, _well appointed_.
+
+ bide, 273, _pray to_.
+
+ bigged, _built_.
+
+ biheveded, _beheaded_.
+
+ billie, _comrade_.
+
+ birk, _birch_.
+
+ birst, (_burst_) _fray_.
+
+ blan, _stopped_.
+
+ blink, 49, _glanced_.
+
+ blive, _quickly_.
+
+ bobaunce, _vanity_, _presumption_.
+
+ bode, _bid_.
+
+ borrow, _rescue_.
+
+ bot and, _and also_.
+
+ bote, 274, _amends_;
+ bote, no, _not better off_.
+
+ boun, _ready_, _gone_.
+
+ brae, _hill-side_.
+
+ braid, 245, qy. corrupt?
+
+ brain, gang, _go mad_.
+
+ brank, 124, _prance_, _caper_.
+
+ branks, _a rude sort of bridle of rope and wood_, used by country people.
+
+ braw, bra', _brave_, _fine_.
+
+ brayd on, 32, _move on_ (rapidly).
+
+ breast, 249, _voice_.
+
+ breasting, _springing forward_.
+
+ brecham, _collar of a working horse_.
+
+ brede, o, ant o leynthe, _in breadth and in length_, _far and wide_.
+
+ breek, _breeches_;
+ 70, breek-thigh, _the side pocket of the breeches_.
+
+ brie, _brow_.
+
+ broked cow, _a cow that has black spots mixed with white in her face_.
+
+ broken men, _outlawed men_.
+
+ browhead, _forehead_.
+
+ brugge, _bridge_.
+
+ brusten, _burst_.
+
+ bryd, _bird_.
+
+ bryttled, _cut up_.
+
+ bueth, _be_.
+
+ bufft coat, _leather coat_.
+
+ bund, _bound_.
+
+ burel, _sackcloth_.
+
+ burn, _brook_.
+
+ busk, _make ready_.
+
+ buss, _bush_.
+
+ bussing, 137, _covering_ (stolen from the packs).
+
+ but, _out_;
+ 236, but the floor, _across the floor out of the room_, or _to the
+ outer part of the house_.
+
+ by (sometimes) _besides_.
+
+ byhet, _promised_.
+
+ byres, byris, _barns_, _cowhouses_.
+
+ bysoht, _prepared for_.
+
+ bytake, _committed_.
+
+ bythenche, _bethink_.
+
+
+ ca', _call_.
+
+ ca', 90, _drive_.
+
+ carle, _churl_, _fellow_.
+
+ carpit, _talked_, _told stories_.
+
+ ca's, _calves_.
+
+ cauler, _cool_.
+
+ cess, _tax_, _black-mail_.
+
+ cheventeyn, _chieftain_.
+
+ chot, _wot_, _know_,
+
+ chulle, _shall_.
+
+ claes, _clothes_.
+
+ clanked, _gave a smart stroke_.
+
+ cleugh, _a rugged ascent_.
+
+ closs, 191, _area before the house_, (_close_.)
+
+ coll, _cool_.
+
+ coman, _command_.
+
+ con, 269, _began_.
+
+ conquess, _conquer_.
+
+ continaunce, _countenance_.
+
+ corbie, _crow_.
+
+ corn-caugers, _corn-carriers_, or _dealers_.
+
+ cost, 135, _loss_, _risk_.
+
+ could, 102, _began_.
+
+ coune, _began_.
+
+ courtrie, _band of courtiers_.
+
+ couthe, _knew_.
+
+ cowte, _colt_.
+
+ coynte, _quaint_, _cunning_.
+
+ crabit, _crabbed_.
+
+ cracking, _boasting_.
+
+ crooks, _the windings of a river_, _the space of ground closed in on
+ one side by these windings_.
+
+ crouse, _brisk_, _bold_.
+
+ cumber, to red the, _quell the tumult_.
+
+ cunnes, _kinds_.
+
+ curch, _kerchief_, _coif_.
+
+ cure, 214, _care_, _pains_.
+
+ curtel, 281, _shirt_, _gown_.
+
+ custan, cast.
+
+
+ dae, _doe_.
+
+ dandoo, 245, apparently should be _dun doe_.
+
+ dane, _done_, _taken_.
+
+ dang, _beat_.
+
+ daw, _dawn_.
+
+ de, (Fr.) _God_.
+
+ dede, _dealt_.
+
+ dee, _die_.
+
+ deid, _death_.
+
+ deme, _adjudge_.
+
+ destaunce, _disturbance_.
+
+ ding down, _beat down_.
+
+ dints, _blows_.
+
+ doddeth, 272, _lop_.
+
+ dool, _grief_.
+
+ dought, _could_, _was able_.
+
+ dour, _hard_.
+
+ douse, _quiet_, _mild_.
+
+ doussé-pers, (Fr. douze pairs) _gallant knights_.
+
+ douteth, _feareth_.
+
+ dow, _can_, _are able_;
+ downa, _cannot_.
+
+ down-come of Robin Hood, 242, _as quick as R. H. would knock one
+ down?_ or _pay down?_
+
+ dreigh, (_tedious_, _long_) _high_.
+
+ dreynte, drowned.
+
+ drie, _bear_, _endure_.
+
+ drifts, 100, _droves_.
+
+ drivand, _driving_.
+
+ drue, _dry_.
+
+ drunkily, _merrily_.
+
+ drury, _treasure_.
+
+ dub, _pool_, _pond_.
+
+ duere, _dear_.
+
+ dule, _sorrow_.
+ dunt, _dint_, _stroke_.
+
+ dyhte, 282, _dispose of_.
+
+
+ e'en, 93, _even_, _put in comparison_.
+
+ een, _eyes_.
+
+ elshin, _shoemaker's awl_.
+
+ ene, 270, _even_.
+
+ enew, _enough_.
+
+ er, _before_.
+
+ ettled, _designed_.
+
+ everuche, _every_;
+ everuchon, _every one_.
+
+
+ falla, _fellow_.
+
+ fand, _found_.
+
+ fang, _catch_.
+
+ fankit, _entangled_, _obstructed_;
+ here, _so fixed that it could not be drawn_.
+
+ fared, _went_.
+
+ fasten, 276, _plight_.
+
+ fay, _faith_.
+
+ fear't, _frightened_.
+
+ fecht, _fight_.
+
+ fee, _income_, _property_, _wages_.
+
+ feid, _feud_.
+
+ feir, 222, _sound_, _unhurt_.
+
+ feiries, _comrades_.
+
+ fell, _high pasture land_.
+
+ fend, _defence_.
+
+ feren, _comrades_.
+
+ ferly, _wonder_.
+
+ fet, _foot_.
+
+ fie, _predestined_.
+
+ fiend, 9, i. e. _the devil a thing_.
+
+ fit, _foot_.
+
+ flain, _arrows_.
+
+ flatlies, _flat_.
+
+ fley, _fright_.
+
+ flinders, _fragments_.
+
+ flo, _flay_.
+
+ fon, 274, _foes_.
+
+ fonge, _take up_.
+
+ forbode, over God's, (_on God's prohibition_), _God forbid_.
+
+ forehammer, _the large hammer which strikes before the small one_,
+ _sledge-hammer_.
+
+ foreward, _covenant_.
+
+ forfaulted, _forfeited_.
+
+ forfend, _forbid_.
+
+ forfoughen (i. e. forfoughten) _tired out_.
+
+ forst, _frost_.
+
+ fot-lome, _foot-lame_.
+
+ fou, _full_ (_of drink_).
+
+ four-half, on, _in quarters_.
+
+ foursithe, _four times_.
+
+ fow, 219, _full?_
+
+ frae hand, _forthwith_.
+
+ freits, _omens_.
+
+ frith, _wood_.
+
+ furs, _furrows_.
+
+ fyn, _end_.
+
+
+ gar, _make_, _let_.
+
+ garste, 282, (should probably be gast) _frighten away_.
+
+ gaun, _going_.
+
+ gavelocks, (_javelins_) _iron crows_.
+
+ gear, _goods_, _property_;
+ 16, _spoil_.
+
+ ged, _went_.
+
+ geir, same as gear.
+
+ genzie, _engine of war_.
+
+ gifted, 31, _given away_.
+
+ gilt, _gold_.
+
+ gin, _if_.
+ gin, _trick_.
+
+ gleed, _red-hot coal_, _a glowing bar of iron_.
+
+ gloamin', _twilight_.
+
+ gomen, 282, _game_, _mockery_.
+
+ goud, _gold_.
+
+ goule, (Fr.) _throat_.
+
+ graith, _armor_.
+
+ graith, _make ready_;
+ graithed, _armed_.
+
+ grat, _wept_.
+
+ green, _yearn_, _long_.
+
+ greeting, _weeping_.
+
+ gripet, _seized_.
+
+ grom, _groom_, _man_.
+
+ grome, 279, _sorrow_.
+
+ gryming, _sprinkling_.
+
+ guided, 172, _treated_.
+
+ gynne, _trap_.
+
+
+ had, haud, _hold_.
+
+ haif, _have_.
+
+ hail, 133, (_vigorous_, and so) _boisterous?_
+
+ halewen, _saints_.
+
+ halt, 276, 282, _profits?_
+
+ halve, _side_.
+
+ haly, _holy_.
+
+ happers, _hoppers_.
+
+ hardilyche, _boldly_.
+
+ harpit, _harped_.
+
+ harried, _plundered_.
+
+ hastifliche, _hastily_.
+
+ haud, _hold_, _keep_.
+
+ he, 282, _they_.
+
+ head, 117, _assemblage_.
+
+ heckle, _a hatchel_, _flax-comb_.
+
+ hem, _them_.
+
+ hende, hendy, _gentle_.
+
+ hente, _caught_.
+
+ herry, _harry_, _spoil_.
+
+ he's, _he shall_.
+
+ het, _head_.
+
+ het, _hot_.
+
+ heugh, _a ragged steep_, sometimes, _a glen with steep overhanging
+ sides_.
+
+ heved, _head_.
+
+ hi, _they_.
+
+ hie, _high_.
+
+ hirst, _a barren hill_.
+
+ hold, 276, _faithful_.
+
+ hope, houp, _a sloping hollow between two hills_.
+
+ hostage house, 233, _inn_.
+
+ how, _pull_.
+
+ howm, _a plain on a river side_.
+
+ hue, _they_;
+ huem, _them_;
+ huere, _their_.
+
+ hulles, _hills_.
+
+
+ ibore, _born_.
+
+ ich, _I_.
+
+ ichulle, _I shall_.
+
+ ilka, _every_.
+
+ intill, _in_.
+
+ is, _his_.
+
+ I'se, _I will_.
+
+
+ jack, _a short coat plated with small pieces of iron_.
+
+ jeopardy, 223, _adventure_.
+
+ jimp, _slender_.
+
+ jugge, 271, _condemn_.
+
+
+ keekit, _peeped_.
+
+ kend, _known_.
+
+ kettrin, _cateran_, _thieving_.
+
+ keverest, 273, _recoverest_.
+
+ kilted, _tucked_.
+
+ kinnen, _rabbits_.
+
+ kirns, _churns_.
+
+ Kirsty, _Christy_.
+
+ knapscap, _head-piece_.
+
+ know, _knoll_.
+
+ knulled, 272, _pushed_, _beaten_ (_with the knuckles_).
+
+ kunnes, _kinds_.
+
+ kyne-yerde, _king's wand_ or _sceptre_.
+
+ kyneriche, _kingdom_.
+
+
+ laht, _caught_.
+
+ laigh, _low_.
+
+ langsome, _tedious_.
+
+ lap, _wrap up_.
+
+ lave, _rest_.
+
+ law, _low_.
+
+ lawing, _scot_, _reckoning_.
+
+ lay, _lea_.
+
+ layne, _conceal_.
+
+ leal, leel, _loyal_, _true_, _chaste_.
+
+ lear, _lore_.
+
+ leauté, _loyalty_.
+
+ lede, _people_.
+
+ lee, _waste_, _lonely_.
+
+ lee-lang, _live-long_.
+
+ lee, shelter, peace;
+ set at little lee, 101, _left little peace?_ "_left scarcely any
+ means of shelter_." JAMIESON.
+
+ leeze me on, 90, _I take pleasure or comfort in_.
+
+ lerrum, (Fr.) _leave_.
+
+ les, _lying_.
+
+ let, 278, _ceased_.
+
+ leugh, _laughed_.
+
+ levedy, _lady_.
+
+ libbe, _live_.
+
+ lidder, _lazy_.
+
+ lidder fat, _fat from laziness_;
+ (qu. same as leeper fat?)
+
+ lightly, _make light of_, _treat with contempt_.
+
+ limmer, _rascal_, _scoundrelly_.
+
+ Lincome, _Lincoln_;
+ Lincum twine, _Lincoln manufacture_.
+
+ ling, _heath_.
+
+ loan, _a piece of ground near a farm house where the cows are milked_.
+
+ loot, _let_.
+
+ lordswyk, _traitor to his lord_.
+
+ lore, loren, _lost_.
+
+ loup, _leap_, _waterfall_.
+
+ louped, loupen, _leapt_.
+
+ lourd, _liefer_, _rather_.
+
+ low, _flame_.
+
+ lowne, _loon_.
+
+ luid, _loved_.
+
+ lyan, _lain_.
+
+ lyart, _hoary_.
+
+ lyke-wake, _watching of a dead body_.
+
+ lyves man, 271, _living man_.
+
+
+ ma, shame a, 93, _devil a bit_.
+
+ mae, _more_.
+
+ maill, _rent_.
+
+ mane, _moan_.
+
+ maries, _maids_.
+
+ marrows, _equals_.
+
+ maun, _must_.
+
+ may, _maid_.
+
+ me, _they_ (Fr. _on_).
+
+ mear, _mare_.
+
+ mene, _moan_.
+
+ mergh, _marrow_.
+
+ mest, _most_.
+
+ minnie, _mother_.
+
+ mirk, _dark_.
+
+ modi, _bold_.
+
+ mot, _may_.
+
+ mounde, 270, _might?_
+
+ mowe, _may_.
+
+ mowes, _jests_.
+
+ mudie, _bold_.
+
+ muss, _moss_.
+
+
+ naggs, _notches_.
+
+ nede, 280, _he had not_.
+
+ neist, _next_.
+
+ nes, _was not_.
+
+ neuk, 224, _corner?_
+
+ nicher, nicker, _neigh_.
+
+ nie, _neigh_.
+
+ niest, _next_.
+
+ nogs, _stakes_.
+
+ noisome, 139, _annoying_, _vexatious_.
+
+ nolden, _would not_.
+
+ nome, _name_.
+
+ nome, nomen, _took_.
+
+ nones, _no_.
+
+ notour, 267, _notorious_.
+
+ noud, nout, _nought_, _not_.
+
+ nowt, _cattle_.
+
+ nule, _will not_.
+
+ nythe, 275, _wickedness_.
+
+
+ oht, _oath_.
+
+ onde, 275, _malice_, _envy_.
+
+ other, _or_.
+
+ ou, _you_.
+
+ ouir, _our_.
+
+ our, oure, _over_.
+
+ outspeckle, _laughing-stock_.
+
+ ower-word, _burden_.
+
+ owsen, _oxen_.
+
+
+ palliones, _tents_.
+
+ paw, neer play'd, 84, _did not stir hand or foot_.
+
+ peel, 106, _the stronghold, where the cattle were kept_.
+
+ pellettes, _balls_.
+
+ peruenke, _periwinkle_.
+
+ pestelets, _pistols_, _fire-arms_.
+
+ pleugh, _plough_.
+
+ plumet, 75, _pommel_.
+
+ poer, _power_.
+
+ pouraille, _common people_.
+
+ pris, 276, _praise_.
+
+ prude, _pride_.
+
+ prye, _pray_.
+
+ pure, _poor_.
+
+ putfalle, _pitfall_.
+
+ pyne, _pain_.
+
+
+ questry, _jury_.
+
+ quey, _young cow_.
+
+ quhavir, _whoever_.
+
+ quhilk, _which_.
+
+
+ rack, _a shallow ford, extending to a considerable breadth before it
+ narrows into a full stream_. JAMIESON.
+
+ rad, 27, _afraid_.
+
+ rae, _roe_.
+
+ raid, _foray_, _predatory incursion_, _fight_.
+
+ rank'd, 25, i. e. _looked finely_, _formed in ranks_.
+
+ ranshackled, _ransacked_.
+
+ rantin', _gay_, _jovial_.
+
+ rathere, 274, _sooner_, _beforehand_.
+
+ raxed, _stretched_.
+
+ ray, 102, _path_ or _track_.
+
+ reaving, _robbing_.
+
+ redd, rede, _advise_, _advice_.
+
+ reek, _smoke_.
+
+ reif, _bailiff_.
+
+ reif, _robbery_;
+ reiver, _robber_.
+
+ reil, _reel_.
+
+ remuy, _remove_.
+
+ res, 276, (Ang. Sax. _raes_,) _incursions_, _exploits_?
+
+ retheres hude, _bullock's hide_.
+
+ rig, 119, _ridge_.
+
+ rigging, _ridge_, _top_.
+
+ rin, _run_.
+
+ rok, _distaff_.
+
+ roof-tree, _the beam which forms the angle of the roof_.
+
+ rouncyn, _horse_.
+
+ routing, _bellowing_.
+
+ row, _roll_.
+
+ row-footed, 63, _rough-footed?_
+
+ rudds, _reddens_.
+
+ rude, _rood_.
+
+ Rumary, 249?
+
+ rybaus, _ribalds_, _villains_.
+
+
+ saft, 65, _light_.
+
+ saht, 276, _at one_, _reconciled_.
+
+ sark, _shirt_, _shift_.
+
+ saugh, _willow_.
+
+ sawe, _speech_.
+
+ schaw, _wood_.
+
+ scroggs, _stunted trees_.
+
+ see, _protect_.
+
+ see, 277, _seat_, _throne_.
+
+ seen, _soon_.
+
+ seld, _sold_.
+
+ selkethe, _strange_.
+
+ serime, 248, corrupt: qy. _betime_?
+
+ seth the, _after_.
+
+ served, 25, _behaved to_.
+
+ shame a ma, 93, _devil a bit_.
+
+ sheen, _shoes_.
+
+ sheil, _shepherd's hut_.
+
+ shome, _shame_.
+
+ shonde, _disgrace_.
+
+ shonkes, _shanks_.
+
+ sic, sicken, _such_.
+
+ skaithd, _injured_.
+
+ skeigh, _sky_.
+
+ slack, _a shallow dell_, _morass_.
+
+ slae, 119, _sloe_.
+
+ sleuth-dog, _blood-hound_.
+
+ slogan, _the gathering word peculiar to a family or clan_, _a war-cry_.
+
+ sloken, _slake_.
+
+ slough-hounds, _blood-hounds_.
+
+ slowen, _slew_.
+
+ smoldereth, _smothereth_.
+
+ snear, _snort_.
+
+ so, _as_.
+
+ solas, _amusement_.
+
+ sonde, godes, _God's sending_.
+
+ sote, _soot_.
+
+ soth, soht, _truth_.
+
+ Soudron, _Southerner_, _English_.
+
+ sould, suld, _should_.
+
+ sowie, _sow_ (Lat. _vinea_, _pluteus_), _a shed or pent-house
+ under cover of which the walls of a besieged town were assailed_.
+
+ soy, _silk_.
+
+ spaits, _floods_, _torrents_.
+
+ spauld, _shoulder_.
+
+ spene, 272, _cost_.
+
+ spier, _ask_.
+
+ spin, _run_.
+
+ splent, _armor_.
+
+ springald, _a military engine for discharging heavy missiles at the
+ walls of a beleaguered town_.
+
+ spuilye, spulzie, _despoil_.
+
+ star, see _ayeyn_.
+
+ starkest, _strongest_.
+
+ staun, _stolen_.
+
+ steads, _places_.
+
+ stear, _stir_.
+
+ stont, _stands_.
+
+ stots, _bullocks_.
+
+ stounde, _time_.
+
+ stour, _turmoil_, _affray_.
+
+ straught, _stretched_.
+
+ streynthe, _strength_.
+
+ strick, _strict_.
+
+ strinkled, _sprinkled_.
+
+ Strivelyn, _Sterling_.
+
+ stude, _place_.
+
+ sturt, 138, _trouble_, _disturbance_.
+
+ suereth, _swear_.
+
+ sugge, _say_.
+
+ suithe, _very_.
+
+ sunne, _sin_.
+
+ sweynes, 272, _swains_, _men in general below the rank of knights_.
+
+ swithe, _very_.
+
+ swither, _doubt_, _consternation_.
+
+ swyers, _squires_.
+
+ swykedom, _treachery_.
+
+ swythe, _very_.
+
+ syke, _ditch_.
+
+ syne, _then_.
+
+
+ tackles, _arrows_.
+
+ tald, _told_.
+
+ targats, 49, _tassels_.
+
+ te, _to_.
+
+ temed, 276, _tamed_.
+
+ thae, _these_.
+
+ thah, _though_.
+
+ the, _thrive_.
+
+ then, _than_.
+
+ thenche, _think_.
+
+ theynes, _thanes_.
+
+ thir, _these_;
+ thir's, _these are_.
+
+ this, _these_.
+
+ tho, _then_.
+
+ thole, _bear_, _endure_.
+
+ thonkes, his, 283, _willingly_, _gladly_, _by his good will_.
+
+ thrawin, 219, _distorted_, _wrinkled_.
+
+ thunche, 273, _seem_.
+
+ til, _to_;
+ til't, _to it_.
+
+ tint, _lost_.
+
+ to-drawe, to-drowe, _drawn_.
+
+ to-dryven, 270, _break to pieces_.
+
+ token, 277, _gave to_.
+
+ tome, _tame_.
+
+ toom, _empty_.
+
+ tour, 192, _course or road_.
+
+ tow, 158, _throw_.
+
+ tprot, _interjection of contempt_.
+
+ trayne, _stratagem_.
+
+ tree, _staff_.
+
+ trepan'd, 180, _foully dealt with_.
+
+ trew, _trust_.
+
+ tryst, _meeting_.
+
+ tu-brugge, _draw-bridge_.
+
+ tul, _to_.
+
+ twa-fald, 15, _two-fold_, i. e. _with his body hanging down both sides_.
+
+ twa-some, _couple_.
+
+ twined, _parted_.
+
+
+ uch, _each_.
+
+ unkensome, _not to be recognized_.
+
+ unthought lang, hold, _keep from growing weary_.
+
+ upgive, 34, _acknowledge_.
+
+
+ villiche, _vilely_.
+
+ vor, _for_.
+
+ Vrenshe, _French_.
+
+ vyhte, _fighting_.
+
+ vylté, _disgrace_.
+
+
+ wad, _would_.
+
+ wad, 225, _wager_, _forfeit_.
+
+ Waleis, _Wallace_.
+
+ wally fa', 262, _ill luck befall_.
+
+ wan, _pale_, _dark_, _black_.
+
+ wan, _reached_.
+
+ wap, _tie round_.
+
+ waran, _guaranty_.
+
+ ware, 111, _lay out_, _use_.
+
+ ware, 272, (Ang. S. were, _capitis ĉstimatio_) _ransom_, _life-money_.
+
+ wark, _work_.
+
+ warrand, _protection_.
+
+ wat, _know_.
+
+ wat, _wet_.
+
+ waur, _worse_.
+
+ way, to the, 262, _away?_
+
+ wear, _guard_.
+
+ webbes, _weavers_.
+
+ wed, 247, qy. corrupt?
+
+ weht, _what_.
+
+ weel-fared, _well-favored_.
+
+ weil, 92, _eddy_.
+
+ weir, _war_.
+
+ wel the felle, 273, _will fall from thy head?_
+
+ wende, _weened_.
+
+ wes, _was_.
+
+ wesleyn, _western_.
+
+ wether, _whither_.
+
+ weylaway, _well-a-day!_
+
+ whang, _thong_.
+
+ whidderan, _whizzing_.
+
+ whet, _what_.
+
+ whew, _whistle_.
+
+ whosé, _any one whatever_.
+
+ wicker, 119, _switch_.
+
+ widdifu, _one who deserves to fill a widdie or halter_, _gallows
+ bird_, _ruffian_.
+
+ wight, _strong_, _quick_;
+ wightmen (Ang. Sax. wigman) _fighting men_, _brave fellows_;
+ waled wightmen, 220, _picked warriors_.
+
+ win, _get_.
+
+ winna, _will not_.
+
+ winsomely, _handsomely_.
+
+ wit, _knowledge_.
+
+ wod, _waded_.
+
+ wombe, _belly_.
+
+ won, 120, misprint for win?
+
+ wons, _dwells_.
+
+ wood, _mad_.
+
+ worries, _strangles_.
+
+ Wudspurs, _Madspur_, _Hotspur_.
+
+ wyht, _wight_.
+
+ wysloker, _more wisely_.
+
+ wyte, _know_.
+
+ wyte, 282, _wait_, _watch_ (?)
+
+
+ y, _in_.
+
+ yate, _gate_.
+
+ ybate, 280?
+
+ y-be, _been_.
+
+ y-brend, _burnt_.
+
+ y-caht, _caught_.
+
+ y-core, _chosen_.
+
+ y-cud, _known_.
+
+ y-demed, _judged_.
+
+ y-dyht, 278, _arranged_.
+
+ yeate, _gate_.
+
+ yef, _if_.
+
+ yeme, _govern_.
+
+ yere, to, 276, _this year_.
+
+ yestreen, _yesterday_.
+
+ yett, _gate_.
+
+ y-herde, _heard_.
+
+ y-knawe, _recognize_.
+
+ y-laht, _caught_, _taken_.
+
+ y-nemned, _named_.
+
+ yongeth, _goeth_.
+
+ y-suore, _sworn_.
+
+ y-tuht, _drawn_.
+
+ yynge, _young_.
+
+
+ zour, &c., _your_, &c.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Page 87 and note on page 88: changed "169" to "129" (129. The
+land-sergeant (mentioned also in _Hobbie Noble_) ...)
+
+Page 93 (note to line 70): changed "ross" to "across" ( ... chains drawn
+across the chest of a war-horse ...)
+
+Page 129 (note to line 66): changed "East-gath" to "East-gate" (The
+family of Emerson of East-gate, a fief, ...)
+
+Page 139 (note to line 24): added missing closing quotation mark (All
+bravely fought that day."--S.)
+
+Page 148: changed "opprobious" to "opprobrious" ( ... gave Car some very
+opprobrious language ...)
+
+Page 189: added missing closing quotation mark ( ... the accused party
+was soon restored to society.")
+
+Page 214 (line 34): added missing closing quotation mark ("And ye shall
+pardoned be:")
+
+Page 253 (line 54): changed "Jonne[a] rounde" to "Jonne [a]rounde" (And
+so besett poore Jonne [a]rounde,)
+
+Page 260 (first line of chorus): changed "Re" to "Be" (_Be content, be
+content,_)
+
+Page 260 suspected typo "fortunately" should perhaps be read
+"unfortunately" ( ... the circumstances which have given rise to it were
+fortunately too common ...)
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads, Volume
+VI (of 8), by Various
+
+*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VI ***
+
+***** This file should be named 39766-8.txt or 39766-8.zip *****
+This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
+ http://www.gutenberg.org/3/9/7/6/39766/
+
+Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia
+Center, Michigan State University Libraries.)
+
+
+Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions
+will be renamed.
+
+Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no
+one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation
+(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
+permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules,
+set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
+copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
+protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project
+Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
+charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you
+do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
+rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
+such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
+research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
+practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is
+subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
+redistribution.
+
+
+
+*** START: FULL LICENSE ***
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License available with this file or online at
+ www.gutenberg.org/license.
+
+
+Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic works
+
+1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
+all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
+If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
+terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
+entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See
+paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
+and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works. See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
+or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the
+collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an
+individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
+located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
+copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
+works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
+are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
+Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
+freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
+this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
+the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
+keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in
+a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check
+the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
+before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
+creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
+Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning
+the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
+States.
+
+1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
+access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
+whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
+phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
+copied or distributed:
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
+from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
+posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
+and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
+or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
+with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
+work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
+through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
+Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
+1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
+terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked
+to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
+permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.
+
+1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm License.
+
+1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
+word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or
+distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
+"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
+posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
+you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
+copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
+request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
+form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
+that
+
+- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+ the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
+ you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is
+ owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
+ has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
+ Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments
+ must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
+ prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
+ returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
+ sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
+ address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
+ the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."
+
+- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+ you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+ does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+ License. You must require such a user to return or
+ destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
+ and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
+ Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
+ money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+ electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
+ of receipt of the work.
+
+- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+ distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
+forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
+both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
+Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the
+Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
+collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
+"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
+corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
+property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
+computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
+your equipment.
+
+1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
+of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
+your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with
+the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
+refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
+providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
+receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy
+is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
+opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS', WITH NO OTHER
+WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
+WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
+If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
+law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
+interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
+the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any
+provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
+with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
+promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
+harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
+that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
+or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
+work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
+Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.
+
+
+Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
+including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists
+because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
+people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
+To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
+and the Foundation information page at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
+Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
+permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
+Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
+throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at 809
+North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email
+contact links and up to date contact information can be found at the
+Foundation's web site and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact
+
+For additional contact information:
+ Dr. Gregory B. Newby
+ Chief Executive and Director
+ gbnewby@pglaf.org
+
+Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
+spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To
+SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
+particular state visit www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
+To donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+
+Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
+concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
+with anyone. For forty years, he produced and distributed Project
+Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
+unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily
+keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.
+
+Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:
+
+ www.gutenberg.org
+
+This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
diff --git a/39766-8.zip b/39766-8.zip
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..406649e
--- /dev/null
+++ b/39766-8.zip
Binary files differ
diff --git a/39766-h.zip b/39766-h.zip
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..3df30a2
--- /dev/null
+++ b/39766-h.zip
Binary files differ
diff --git a/39766-h/39766-h.htm b/39766-h/39766-h.htm
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..26b9a6a
--- /dev/null
+++ b/39766-h/39766-h.htm
@@ -0,0 +1,11241 @@
+<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN"
+ "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd">
+<!-- $Id: header.txt 236 2009-12-07 18:57:00Z vlsimpson $ -->
+
+<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml" xml:lang="en" lang="en">
+ <head>
+ <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" />
+ <meta http-equiv="Content-Style-Type" content="text/css" />
+ <title>
+ The Project Gutenberg eBook of English And Scottish Ballads, by Francis James Child (ed.).
+ </title>
+ <style type="text/css">
+
+body {
+ margin-left: 10%;
+ margin-right: 10%;
+}
+
+ h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6 {
+ text-align: center; /* all headings centered */
+ clear: both;
+}
+
+p {
+ margin-top: .75em;
+ text-align: justify;
+ margin-bottom: .75em;
+}
+
+hr {
+ width: 33%;
+ margin-top: 2em;
+ margin-bottom: 2em;
+ margin-left: auto;
+ margin-right: auto;
+ clear: both;
+}
+
+hr.long {
+ width: 65%;
+}
+
+table {
+ margin-left: auto;
+ margin-right: auto;
+}
+
+td.padr1 {
+ padding-right: 1em
+} /* align column in TOC */
+
+td.bigbrace {
+ font-size: 400%;
+}
+
+.pagenum { /* uncomment the next line for invisible page numbers */
+ /* visibility: hidden; */
+ position: absolute;
+ left: 92%;
+ font-size: smaller;
+ text-align: right;
+} /* page numbers */
+
+.linenum {
+ position: absolute;
+ top: auto;
+ left: 10%;
+} /* poetry number */
+
+.blockquot {
+ margin-left: 5%;
+ margin-right: 10%;
+}
+
+.sidenote {
+ width: 20%;
+ padding-bottom: .5em;
+ padding-top: .5em;
+ padding-left: .5em;
+ padding-right: .5em;
+ margin-left: 1em;
+ float: right;
+ clear: right;
+ margin-top: 1em;
+ font-size: smaller;
+ color: black;
+ background: #eeeeee;
+ border: dashed 1px;
+}
+
+.bb {border-bottom: solid 2px;}
+
+.bl {border-left: solid 2px;}
+
+.bt {border-top: solid 2px;}
+
+.br {border-right: solid 2px;}
+
+.bbox {border: solid 2px;}
+
+.center {text-align: center;}
+
+.smcap {font-variant: small-caps;}
+
+.u {text-decoration: underline;}
+
+.caption {font-weight: bold;}
+
+/* Images */
+.figcenter {
+ margin: auto;
+ text-align: center;
+}
+
+.figleft {
+ float: left;
+ clear: left;
+ margin-left: 0;
+ margin-bottom: 1em;
+ margin-top: 1em;
+ margin-right: 1em;
+ padding: 0;
+ text-align: center;
+}
+
+.figright {
+ float: right;
+ clear: right;
+ margin-left: 1em;
+ margin-bottom:
+ 1em;
+ margin-top: 1em;
+ margin-right: 0;
+ padding: 0;
+ text-align: center;
+}
+
+a img {border: none;} /* suppress image border */
+
+/* Footnotes */
+.footnotes {border: dashed 1px;}
+
+.footnote {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%; font-size: 0.9em;}
+
+.footnote .label {position: absolute; right: 84%; text-align: right;}
+
+.fnanchor {
+ vertical-align: super;
+ font-size: .8em;
+ text-decoration:
+ none;
+}
+
+/* Poetry */
+.poem {
+ margin-left:10%;
+ margin-right:10%;
+ text-align: left;
+}
+
+.poem br {display: none;}
+
+.poem .stanza {margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em;}
+
+.poem span.i0 {
+ display: block;
+ margin-left: 0em;
+ padding-left: 3em;
+ text-indent: -3em;
+}
+
+.poem span.i2 {
+ display: block;
+ margin-left: 2em;
+ padding-left: 3em;
+ text-indent: -3em;
+}
+
+.poem span.i4 {
+ display: block;
+ margin-left: 4em;
+ padding-left: 3em;
+ text-indent: -3em;
+}
+
+.poem span.i6 {
+ display: block;
+ margin-left: 6em;
+ padding-left: 3em;
+ text-indent: -3em;
+}
+
+.poem span.i8 {
+ display: block;
+ margin-left: 8em;
+ padding-left: 3em;
+ text-indent: -3em;
+}
+
+.poem span.i10 {
+ display: block;
+ margin-left: 10em;
+ padding-left: 3em;
+ text-indent: -3em;
+}
+
+.linenote {margin-left: 10%; margin-right: 10%;}
+.LNlabel {text-decoration: none;} /* {float:left; text-align: left;} */
+.lnanchor {text-decoration: none;}
+
+div.trans-note {
+ border-style: solid;
+ border-width: 1px;
+ margin: 2em 15%;
+ padding: 1em;
+ text-align: center;
+} /* transcriber's note */
+
+ul {
+ list-style-type: none
+} /* no bullets on lists */
+
+li.indent1 {
+ padding-left: 1.0em;
+} /* indented list item */
+
+li.indent2 {
+ padding-left: 2.0em;
+} /* double indented list item */
+ .poem span.i17 {display: block; margin-left: 17em; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;}
+ .poem span.i25 {display: block; margin-left: 25em; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;}
+ .poem span.i26 {display: block; margin-left: 26em; padding-left: 3em; text-indent: -3em;}
+
+ </style>
+ </head>
+<body>
+
+
+<pre>
+
+The Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI (of
+8), by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI (of 8)
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Francis James Child
+
+Release Date: May 22, 2012 [EBook #39766]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VI ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia
+Center, Michigan State University Libraries.)
+
+
+
+
+
+
+</pre>
+
+
+<div class="trans-note">
+<h4>Transcriber's Notes</h4>
+
+<p>Archaic, dialect and inconsistent spellings have been retained as in the
+original.Typographical errors such as wrongly placed line numbers,
+punctuation or inconsistent formatting have been corrected without
+comment. Where changes have been made to the wording these are
+listed at the <a href="#Transcribers_Notes">end of the book</a>.</p>
+
+<p>Notes with reference to ballad line numbers are presented at the end of
+each ballad and the presence of a note is indicated by links in the text.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><!-- Page i --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h1> ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH<br />
+ BALLADS.</h1>
+
+<p class="center"> EDITED BY<br />
+ FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.</p>
+
+<p class="center"> VOLUME VI.</p>
+
+<p class="center"> BOSTON:<br />
+ LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.<br />
+ M.DCCC.LX.</p>
+
+<p><!-- Page ii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span>
+Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858, by
+<span class="smcap">Little, Brown and Company</span>, in the Clerk's Office of the
+District Court of the District of Massachusetts.</p>
+
+<p class="center"> RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:<br />
+ STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY<br />
+ H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.</p>
+<p><!-- Page iii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<h2>CONTENTS OF VOLUME SIXTH.</h2>
+
+<p></p>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="center">
+<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="">
+<tr><td colspan="3"><a href="#BOOK_VI">BOOK VI.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" colspan="3">Page</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">1 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER">The Lochmaben Harper</a> [Johnson]</td><td align="right">3</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">1 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LOCHMABEN_HARPER">The Lochmaben Harper</a> [Scott]</td><td align="right">7</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">2 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNIE_OF_BREADISLEE">Johnie of Breadislee</a></td><td align="right">11</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">2 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNIE_OF_COCKLESMUIR">Johnie of Cocklesmuir</a></td><td align="right">16</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">3.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_SANG_OF_THE_OUTLAW_MURRAY">The Sang of the Outlaw Murray</a></td><td align="right">20</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">4 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG">Johnie Armstrang</a></td><td align="right">37</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">4 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_Ramsay">Johnie Armstrang</a> [Ramsay]</td><td align="right">45</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">5 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#HUGHIE_GRAHAM">Hughie Graham</a></td><td align="right">51</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">5 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#HUGHIE_THE_GRAEME">Hughie the Grĉme</a></td><td align="right">55</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">6.</td><td align="left"><a href="#KINMONT_WILLIE">Kinmont Willie</a></td><td align="right">58</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">7.</td><td align="left"><a href="#DICK_O_THE_COW">Dick o' the Cow</a></td><td align="right">67</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">8.</td><td align="left"><a href="#JOCK_O_THE_SIDE">Jock o' the Side</a></td><td align="right">80</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">9 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD">Archie of Ca'field</a></td><td align="right">88</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">9 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BILLIE_ARCHIE">Billie Archie</a></td><td align="right">94</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">10.</td><td align="left"><a href="#HOBIE_NOBLE">Hobie Noble</a></td><td align="right">97</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">11.</td><td align="left"><a href="#JAMIE_TELFER">Jamie Telfer of the Fair Dodhead</a></td><td align="right">105</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">12.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT">The Fray of Suport</a></td><td align="right">115</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">13.</td><td align="left"><a href="#ROOKHOPE_RYDE">Rookhope Ryde</a></td><td align="right">121</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">14.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE">The Raid of the Reidswire</a></td><td align="right">129</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">15.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_PARCY_REED">The Death of Parcy Reed</a></td><td align="right">139</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">16 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CAPTAIN_CAR_OR_EDOM_O_GORDON">Captain Car</a></td><td align="right">147</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">16 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#EDOM_O_GORDON">Edom o' Gordon</a></td><td align="right">154</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">17.</td><td align="left"><a href="#WILLIE_MACKINTOSH_OR_THE_BURNING">Willie Mackintosh</a></td><td align="right">159</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">18.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT">Lord Maxwell's Goodnight</a></td><td align="right">162</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">19.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY">The Lads of Wamphray</a></td><td align="right">168</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">20.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_FIRE_OF_FRENDRAUGHT">The Fire of Frendraught</a></td><td align="right">173<!-- Page iv --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">21 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BONNIE_HOUSE_O_AIRLY">The Bonnie House o' Airly</a> [Finlay]</td><td align="right">183</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">21 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BONNIE_HOUSE_OF_AIRLY">The Bonnie House of Airly</a> [Sharpe]</td><td align="right">186</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">22 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BARON_OF_BRACKLEY">The Baron of Brackley</a> [Jamieson]</td><td align="right">188</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">22 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BARON_OF_BRAIKLEY">The Baron of Braikley</a> [Buchan]</td><td align="right">192</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">23.</td><td align="left"><a href="#GILDEROY">Gilderoy</a></td><td align="right">196</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">24.</td><td align="left"><a href="#ROB_ROY">Rob Roy</a></td><td align="right">202</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td colspan="3"><a href="#BOOK_VII">BOOK VII.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">1 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#QUEEN_ELEANORS_CONFESSION">Queen Eleanor's Confession</a></td><td align="right">209</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">1 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#QUEEN_ELEANORS_CONFESSION_Kinloch">Queen Eleanor's Confession</a> [Kinloch]</td><td align="right">213</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">2</td><td align="left"><a href="#AULD_MAITLAND">Auld Maitland</a></td><td align="right">217</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">3 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#WILLIE_WALLACE">Willie Wallace</a></td><td align="right">231</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="right">3 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_WILLIAM_WALLACE">Sir William Wallace</a></td><td align="right">237</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td colspan="3"><a href="#APPENDIX">APPENDIX</a>.</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#JOHNNY_COCK_See_p_11">Johnny Cock</a></td><td align="right">243</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_HUGH_OF">The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime</a></td><td align="right">247</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_OR">Johnie Armstrang</a></td><td align="right">251</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#LOUDOUN_CASTLE_See_p_149">Loudoun Castle</a></td><td align="right">254</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#ROB_ROY_See_p_203">Rob Roy</a></td><td align="right">257</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#EPPIE_MORRIE">Eppie Morrie</a></td><td align="right">260</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#MACPHERSONS_RANT">Macpherson's Rant</a></td><td align="right">263</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td colspan="3"><a href="#BOOK_VIII">BOOK VIII.</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#THE_FLEMISH_INSURRECTION">The Flemish Insurrection</a></td><td align="right">269</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><a href="#THE_EXECUTION_OF_SIR_SIMON_FRASER">The Execution of Sir Simon Fraser</a></td><td align="right">274</td></tr>
+<tr><td align="left" colspan="2"><span class="smcap"><a href="#GLOSSARY">Glossary</a></span></td><td align="right">285</td></tr>
+</table></div>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p><!-- Page 1 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" /><p><!-- Page 2 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="BOOK_VI" id="BOOK_VI"></a>BOOK VI.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 3 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER" id="THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER"></a>THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.</h3>
+
+
+<p>This fine old ballad was first printed in the <i>Musical
+Museum</i> (<i>O heard ye e'er of a silly blind Harper</i>,
+p. 598). Scott inserted a different copy, equally
+good, in the <i>Border Minstrelsy</i>, i. 422, and there is
+another, of very ordinary merits, in <i>Scottish Traditional
+Versions of Ancient Ballads</i> (<i>The Jolly Harper</i>),
+p. 37. In this the theft is done on a wager, and the
+booty duly restored. On account of the excellence
+of the ballad, we give two versions, though they differ
+but slightly.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O heard ye of a silly Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Liv'd long in Lochmaben town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How he did gang to fair England,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To steal King Henry's Wanton Brown?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But first he gaed to his gude wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' a' the speed that he coud thole:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"This wark," quo' he, "will never work,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without a mare that has a foal."<!-- Page 4 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quo' she, "Thou hast a gude grey mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That'll rin o'er hills baith low and hie;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gae tak' the grey mare in thy hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leave the foal at hame wi' me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And tak a halter in thy hose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And o' thy purpose dinna fail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But wap it o'er the Wanton's nose;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tie her to the grey mare's tail:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Syne ca' her out at yon back yeate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er moss and muir and ilka dale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she'll ne'er let the Wanton bite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till she come hame to her ain foal."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So he is up to England gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even as fast as he can hie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he came to King Henry's yeate;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wha' was there but King Henry?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come in," quo' he, "thou silly blind Harper,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of thy harping let me hear;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O, by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I'd rather hae stabling for my mare."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King looks o'er his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And says unto his stable groom,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gae tak the silly poor Harper's mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tie her 'side my wanton brown."<!-- Page 5 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till a' the lords gaed through the floor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They thought the music was sae sweet,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That they forgat the stable door.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till a' the nobles were sound asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than quietly he took aff his shoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saftly down the stair did creep.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Syne to the stable door he hies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' tread as light as light coud be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And whan he open'd and gaed in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There he fand thirty good steeds and three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took the halter frae his hose,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of his purpose did na' fail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He slipt it o'er the Wanton's nose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tied it to his grey mare's tail.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He ca'd her out at yon back yeate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er moss and muir and ilka dale,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she loot ne'er the Wanton bite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But held her still gaun at her tail.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The grey mare was right swift o' fit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And did na fail to find the way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she was at Lochmaben yeate,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fu' lang three hours ere it was day.<!-- Page 6 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When she came to the Harper's door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There she gae mony a nicher and snear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Rise," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let in thy master and his mare."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up she raise, pat on her claes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lookit out through the lock hole;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O, by my sooth," then quoth the lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Our mare has gotten a braw big foal."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come haud thy peace, thou foolish lass,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The moon's but glancing in thy ee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll wad my haill fee 'gainst a groat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's bigger than e'er our foal will be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The neighbours too that heard the noise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cried to the wife to put her in;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"By my sooth," then quoth the wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"She's better than ever he rade on."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But on the morn at fair day light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When they had ended a' their chear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">King Henry's Wanton Brown was stawn,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eke the poor old Harper's mare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Alace! alace!" says the silly blind Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Alace! alace! that I came here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Scotland I've tint a braw cowte foal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In England they've stawn my guid grey mare."<!-- Page 7 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come had thy tongue, thou silly blind Harper,<span class="linenum">81</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of thy alacing let me be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thou shall get a better mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And weel paid shall thy cowte foal be."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="LOCHMABEN_HARPER" id="LOCHMABEN_HARPER"></a>LOCHMABEN HARPER.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, i. 422.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O heard ye na o' the silly blind Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How long he lived in Lochmaben town?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how he wad gang to fair England,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To steal the Lord Warden's Wanton Brown?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But first he gaed to his gude wyfe,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' a the haste that he could thole&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"This wark," quo' he, "will ne'er gae weel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without a mare that has a foal."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quo' she&mdash;"Thou hast a gude gray mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That can baith lance o'er laigh and hie;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sae set thee on the gray mare's back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leave the foal at hame wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So he is up to England gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And even as fast as he may drie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he cam to Carlisle gate,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O whae was there but the Warden hie?<!-- Page 8 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come into my hall, thou silly blind Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of thy harping let me hear!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O, by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I wad rather hae stabling for my mare."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Warden look'd ower his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And said unto his stable groom&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gae take the silly blind Harper's mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tie her beside my Wanton Brown."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then aye he harped, and aye he carped,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till a' the lordlings footed the floor;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But an the music was sae sweet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The groom had nae mind o' the stable door.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And aye he harped, and aye he carped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till a' the nobles were fast asleep;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then quickly he took aff his shoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saftly down the stair did creep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Syne to the stable door he hied,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' tread as light as light could be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he open'd and gaed in,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There he fand thirty steeds and three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took a cowt halter frae his hose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And o' his purpose he didna fail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He slipt it ower the Wanton's nose,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 9 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><span class="i2">And tied it to his gray mare's tail.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He turn'd them loose at the castle gate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ower muir and moss and ilka dale;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she ne'er let the Wanton bait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But kept him a-galloping hame to her foal.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The mare she was right swift o' foot,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She didna fail to find the way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For she was at Lochmaben gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A lang three hours before the day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When she came to the Harper's door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There she gave mony a nicker and sneer&mdash;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Rise up," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let in thy master and his mare."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up she rose, put on her clothes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And keekit through at the lock-hole&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O, by my sooth," then cried the lass,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come haud thy tongue, thou silly wench!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The morn's but glancing in your ee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll wad my hail fee against a groat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He's bigger than e'er our foal will be."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now all this while in merry Carlisle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Harper harped to hie and law,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the fiend dought they do but listen him to,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until that the day began to daw.<!-- Page 10 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But on the morn at fair daylight,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When they had ended a' their cheer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Behold the Wanton Brown was gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eke the poor blind Harper's mare!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Allace! allace!" quo' the cunning auld Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And ever allace that I cam here;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In Scotland I hae lost a braw cowt foal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In England they've stown my gude gray mare!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And again of thy harping let us hear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And weel payd sall thy cowt-foal be,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thou sall have a far better mare."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then aye he harped, and aye he carped,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was paid for the foal he had never lost,<span class="linenum">79</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And three times ower for the gude <span class="smcap">Gray Mare</span>.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 11 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="JOHNIE_OF_BREADISLEE" id="JOHNIE_OF_BREADISLEE"></a>JOHNIE OF BREADISLEE.</h3>
+
+<h4>AN ANCIENT NITHSDALE BALLAD.</h4>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 114.</p>
+
+
+<p>"The hero of this ballad appears to have been an
+outlaw and deer-stealer&mdash;probably one of the broken
+men residing upon the Border. There are several
+different copies, in one of which the principal personage
+is called <i>Johnie of Cockielaw</i>. The stanzas of
+greatest merit have been selected from each copy.
+It is sometimes said, that this outlaw possessed the old
+Castle of Morton, in Dumfries-shire, now ruinous:
+"Near to this castle there was a park, built by Sir
+Thomas Randolph, on the face of a very great and
+high hill; so artificially, that, by the advantage of the
+hill, all wild beasts, such as deers, harts, and roes, and
+hares, did easily leap in, but could not get out again;
+and if any other cattle, such as cows, sheep, or goats,
+did voluntarily leap in, or were forced to do it,
+<i>it is doubted</i> if their owners were permitted to get
+them out again." <i>Account of Presbytery of Penpont,
+apud Macfarlane's MSS.</i> Such a park would form
+a convenient domain to an outlaw's castle, and the
+mention of Durisdeer, a neighboring parish, adds
+weight to this tradition."</p>
+
+<p>Johnie of Breadislee was first printed in the <i>Border
+Minstrelsy</i>. Fragments of two other versions, in
+which the hero's name is Johny Cock, were given
+in Fry's <i>Pieces of Ancient Poetry</i>, Bristol, 1814, p. 55,<!-- Page 12 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span>
+and the editor did not fail to notice that he had probably
+lighted on the ballad of <i>Johny Cox</i>, which Ritson
+says the Rev. Mr. Boyd faintly recollected, (<i>Scottish
+Song</i>, I. p. xxxvi.) Motherwell, not aware of what
+Fry had done, printed a few stanzas belonging to the
+first of these versions, under the title of <i>Johnie of
+Braidisbank</i> (<i>Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern</i>, p. 23),
+and Kinloch recovered a nearly complete story. Another
+copy of this last has been published from
+Buchan's manuscripts in <i>Scottish Traditional Versions
+of Ancient Ballads</i> (Percy Society, vol. xvii. p. 77).
+Chambers, in his <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 181, has compounded
+Scott's, Kinloch's, and Motherwell's copies,
+interspersing a few additional stanzas of no value.
+Scott's and <a href="#JOHNIE_OF_COCKLESMUIR">Kinloch's</a> versions are given in this place,
+and Fry's fragments (which contain several beautiful
+stanzas) <a href="#JOHNNY_COCK_See_p_11">in the Appendix</a>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnie rose up in a May morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Call'd for water to wash his hands&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gar loose to me the gude graie dogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That are bound wi' iron bands."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Johnie's mother gat word o' that,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her hands for dule she wrang&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O Johnie! for my benison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the greenwood dinna gang!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Eneugh ye hae o' gude wheat bread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eneugh o' the blood-red wine;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I pray ye, stir frae hame."<!-- Page 13 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Johnie's busk't up his gude bend bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His arrows, ane by ane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has gane to Durrisdeer,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hunt the dun deer down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As he came down by Merriemass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in by the benty line,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There has he espied a deer lying<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Aneath a bush of ling.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he wounded her on the side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But atween the water and the brae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His hounds they laid her pride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And Johnie has bryttled the deer sae weel,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That he's had out her liver and lungs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And wi' these he has feasted his bluidy hounds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As if they had been earl's sons.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They eat sae much o' the venison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drank sae much o' the blude,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Johnie and a' his bluidy hounds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fell asleep as they had been dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And by there came a silly auld carle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An ill death mote he die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he's awa' to Hislinton,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the Seven Foresters did lie.<!-- Page 14 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, ye gray-headed carle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news bring ye to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I bring nae news," said the gray-headed carle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Save what these eyes did see.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"As I came down by Merriemass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And down among the scroggs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bonniest childe that ever I saw<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay sleeping amang his dogs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The shirt that was upon his back<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was o' the Holland fine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The doublet which was over that<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was o' the Lincome twine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The buttons that were on his sleeve<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were o' the goud sae gude:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The gude graie hounds he lay amang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their mouths were dyed wi' blude."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then out and spak the First Forester,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The heid man ower them a'&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If this be Johnie o' Breadislee,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nae nearer will we draw."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But up and spak the Sixth Forester,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(His sister's son was he,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If this be Johnie o' Breadislee,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 15 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><span class="i2">We soon shall gar him die!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They wounded him on the knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And out and spak the Seventh Forester,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"The next will gar him die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnie's set his back against an aik,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His fute against a stane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has slain the Seven Foresters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He has slain them a' but ane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But and his collar bane;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's laid him twa-fald ower his steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bade him carry the tidings hame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O is there nae a bonnie bird<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can sing as I can say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Could flee away to my mother's bower,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tell to fetch Johnie away?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The starling flew to his mother's window stane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It whistled and it sang;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And aye the ower word o' the tune<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was&mdash;"Johnie tarries lang!"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They made a rod o' the hazel bush,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Another o' the slae-thorn tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mony mony were the men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At fetching o'er Johnie.<!-- Page 16 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then out and spake his auld mother,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fast her tears did fa'&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ye wad nae be warn'd, my son Johnie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frae the hunting to bide awa'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Aft hae I brought to Breadislee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The less gear and the mair,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I ne'er brought to Breadislee<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What grieved my heart sae sair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But wae betyde that silly auld carle!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An ill death shall he die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the highest tree in Merriemas<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall be his morning's fee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Johnie's gude bend bow is broke,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his gude graie dogs are slain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And his bodie lies dead in Durrisdeer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his hunting it is done.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JOHNIE_OF_COCKLESMUIR" id="JOHNIE_OF_COCKLESMUIR"></a>JOHNIE OF COCKLESMUIR.</h3>
+
+
+<p>From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 38.
+This version was procured in the North Country. The
+termination would seem to be wanting, for the story
+must have had a tragical conclusion. Buchan's copy
+ends very insipidly with the King's granting Johny
+a free license to hunt!<!-- Page 17 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnie rose up in a May morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Call'd for water to wash his hands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has call'd for his gude gray hunds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lay bund in iron bands, <i>bands</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><i>That lay bund in iron bands</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye'll busk, ye'll busk my noble dogs,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye'll busk and mak them boun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'm going to the Broadspear-hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To ding the dun deer doun, <i>doun</i>, &amp;c.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whan Johnie's mither heard o' this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She til her son has gane&mdash;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ye'll win your mither's benison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gin ye wad stay at hame.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Your meat sall be of the very very best,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And your drink o' the finest wine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ye will win your mither's benison,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gin ye wad stay at hame."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His mither's counsel he wad na tak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor wad he stay at hame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he's on to the Broadspear-hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To ding the dun deer doun.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a little below the sun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there he spied the dun deer sleeping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Aneath a buss o' brume.<!-- Page 18 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he's woundit him in the side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And atween the water and the wud<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He laid the dun deer's pride.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They ate sae meikle o' the venison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drank sae meikle o' the blude,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Johnie and his twa gray hunds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fell asleep in yonder wud.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By there cam a silly auld man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a silly auld man was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he's aff to the proud foresters,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To tell what he did see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, my silly auld man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news? come tell to me;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Na news, na news," said the silly auld man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"But what my een did see.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"As I cam in by yon greenwud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And doun amang the scrogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bonniest youth that e'er I saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay sleeping atween twa dogs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The sark that he had on his back,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was o' the Holland sma';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the coat that he had on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was laced wi' gowd fu' braw."<!-- Page 19 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up bespak the first forester,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The first forester of a'&mdash;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And this be Johnie o' Cocklesmuir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's time we were awa."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up bespak the niest forester,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The niest forester of a'&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And this be Johnie Cocklesmuir,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To him we winna draw."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first shot that they did shoot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They woundit him on the thie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Up bespak the uncle's son,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"The niest will gar him die."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stand stout and dinna flee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand fast, stand fast, my gude gray hunds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we will mak them die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has killed six o' the proud foresters,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wounded the seventh sair;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He laid his leg out owre his steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Says, "I will kill na mair."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 20 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="THE_SANG_OF_THE_OUTLAW_MURRAY" id="THE_SANG_OF_THE_OUTLAW_MURRAY"></a>THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, i. 369.</p>
+
+
+<p>"This ballad appears to have been composed about
+the reign of James V. It commemorates a transaction
+supposed to have taken place betwixt a Scottish
+monarch and an ancestor of the ancient family of
+Murray of Philiphaugh, in Selkirkshire. The Editor
+is unable to ascertain the historical foundation of the
+tale; nor is it probable that any light can be thrown
+upon the subject, without an accurate examination of
+the family charter-chest....</p>
+
+<p>"The merit of this beautiful old tale, it is thought,
+will be fully acknowledged. It has been, for ages, a
+popular song in Selkirkshire. The scene is by the
+common people supposed to have been the Castle of
+Newark upon Yarrow. This is highly improbable,
+because Newark was always a royal fortress. Indeed,
+the late excellent antiquarian, Mr. Plummer, Sheriff-depute
+of Selkirkshire, has assured the Editor that he
+remembered the <i>insignia</i> of the unicorns, &amp;c., so often
+mentioned in the ballad, in existence upon the old
+Tower of Hangingshaw, the seat of the Philiphaugh
+family; although, upon first perusing a copy of the
+ballad, he was inclined to subscribe to the popular
+opinion. The Tower of Hangingshaw has been demolished
+for many years. It stood in a romantic and
+solitary situation, on the classical banks of the Yarrow.
+When the mountains around Hangingshaw were covered
+with the wild copse which constituted a Scottish<!-- Page 21 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>
+forest, a more secure stronghold for an outlawed baron
+can scarcely be imagined.</p>
+
+<p>"The tradition of Ettrick Forest bears, that the
+outlaw was a man of prodigious strength, possessing a
+baton or club, with which he laid <i>lee</i> (<i>i. e.</i> waste) the
+country for many miles round; and that he was at
+length slain by Buccleuch, or some of his clan, at a
+little mount, covered with fir-trees, adjoining to Newark
+Castle, and said to have been a part of the garden.
+A varying tradition bears the place of his death to
+have been near to the house of the Duke of Buccleuch's
+gamekeeper, beneath the castle; and that the
+fatal arrow was shot by Scott of Haining, from the
+ruins of a cottage on the opposite side of Yarrow.
+There were extant, within these twenty years, some
+verses of a song on his death. The feud betwixt the
+Outlaw and the Scots, may serve to explain the
+asperity with which the chieftain of that clan is handled
+in the ballad.</p>
+
+<p>"In publishing the following ballad, the copy principally
+resorted to is one apparently of considerable
+antiquity, which was found among the papers of the
+late Mrs. Cockburn of Edinburgh, a lady whose memory
+will be long honoured by all who knew her. Another
+copy, much more imperfect, is to be found in
+Glenriddel's MSS. The names are in this last miserably
+mangled, as is always the case when ballads are
+taken down from the recitation of persons living at a
+distance from the scenes in which they are laid. Mr.
+Plummer also gave the editor a few additional verses,
+not contained in either copy, which are thrown into
+what seemed their proper place. There is yet another
+copy in Mr. Herd's MSS., which has been occasionally<!-- Page 22 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span>
+made use of. Two verses are restored in the present
+edition, from the recitation of Mr. Mungo Park, whose
+toils during his patient and intrepid travels in Africa
+have not eradicated from his recollection the legendary
+lore of his native country."&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p>Since the above was printed, Mr. Aytoun has published
+still another copy of this piece, (<i>Ballads of
+Scotland</i>, ii. 129,) from a manuscript in the Philiphaugh
+charter-chest. I cannot assent to the praise
+bestowed by Scott on <i>The Outlaw Murray</i>. The story
+lacks point, and the style is affected&mdash;not that of the
+unconscious poet of the real <i>traditional</i> ballad.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ettricke Foreste is a feir foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In it grows manie a semelie trie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's hart and hynd, and dae and rae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of a' wilde bestis grete plentie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's a feir castelle, bigged wi' lyme and stane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gin it stands not pleasauntlie!<span class="linenum">6</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the fore front o' that castelle feir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twa unicorns are bra' to see:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the grene hollin abune their brie:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There an Outlaw kepis five hundred men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He keepis a royalle cumpanie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His merryemen are a' in ae liverye clad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He and his ladye in purple clad,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gin they lived not royallie!<!-- Page 23 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Word is gane to our nobil King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Edinburgh where that he lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That there was an Outlaw in Ettricke Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Counted him nought, nor a' his courtrie gay.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I make a vowe," then the gude King said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Unto the man that deir bought me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'se either be King of Ettricke Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or King of Scotlande that Outlaw sall be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spake the lord hight Hamilton,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the nobil King said he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My sovereign prince, sum counsell take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">First at your nobilis, syne at me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I redd ye, send yon braw Outlaw till,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see gif your man cum will he:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Desyre him cum and be your man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hald of you yon Foreste frie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gif he refuses to do that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll conquess baith his landis and he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else, we'll throw his castell down,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And make a widowe o' his gaye ladye."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King then call'd a gentleman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_3_38" id="LNanchor_3_38"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_38" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">James Boyd (the Earle of Arran his brother was he);</a><!-- Page 24 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When James he cam before the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He knelit befor him on his kné.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wellcum, James Boyd!" said our nobil King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"A message ye maun gang for me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye maun hye to Ettricke Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To yon Outlaw, where bydeth he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ask him of whom he haldis his landis,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or man, wha may his master be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And desyre him cum, and be my man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hald of me yon Foreste frie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To Edinburgh to cum and gang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His safe warrant I sall gie;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gif he refuses to do that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll conquess baith his landis and he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thou mayst vow I'll cast his castell down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mak a widowe o' his gaye ladye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll hang his merryemen, payr by payr,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In ony frith where I may them see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">James Boyd tuik his leave o' the nobil King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Ettricke Foreste feir cam he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 25 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_3_60" id="LNanchor_3_60"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_60" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">He saw the feir Foreste wi' his ee.</a><span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Baith dae and rae, and harte and hinde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of a' wilde bestis great plentie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He heard the <a name="LNanchor_3_63" id="LNanchor_3_63"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_63" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">bows</a> that bauldly ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And arrows whidderan' hym near bi.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of that feir castell he got a sight;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The like he neir saw wi' his ee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On the fore front o' that castell feir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twa unicorns were gaye to see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The picture of a knight, and ladye bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the grene hollin abune their brie.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thereat he spyed five hundred men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shuting with bows on Newark Lee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were a' in ae livery clad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His men were a' clad in the grene,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The knight was armed capapie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a bended bow, on a milk-white steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I wot they rank'd right bonnilie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thereby Boyd kend he was master man,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 26 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span><span class="i2">And served him in his ain degré.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy ladye, and all thy chyvalrie!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Marry, thou's wellcum, gentleman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some king's messenger thou seemis to be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The King of Scotlonde sent me here,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wad wot of whom ye hald your landis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or man, wha may thy master be?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thir landis are <span class="smcap">MINE</span>!" the Outlaw said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I ken nae king in Christentie;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frae Soudron I this foreste wan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the King nor his knightis were not to see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He desyres you'l cum to Edinburgh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hauld of him this foreste fre;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, gif ye refuse to do this,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He'll conquess baith thy landis and thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He hath vow'd to cast thy castell down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mak a widowe o' thy gaye ladye;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He'll hang thy merryemen, payr by payr,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In ony frith where he may them finde."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ay, by my troth!" the Outlaw said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Than wauld I thinke me far behinde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ere the King my feir countrie get,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This land that's nativest to me,<!-- Page 27 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mony o' his nobilis sall be cauld,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their ladyes sall be right wearie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spak his ladye, feir of face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She seyd, "Without consent of me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That an Outlaw suld come befor a King;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am right rad of treasonrie.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For Edinburgh my lord sall nevir see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">James Boyd tuik his leave o' the Outlaw kene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Edinburgh boun is he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When James he cam before the King,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He knelit lowlie on his kné.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Welcum, James Boyd!" seyd our nobil King;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"What foreste is Ettricke Foreste frie?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ettricke Foreste is the feirest foreste<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That evir man saw wi' his ee.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of a' wild bestis grete plentie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's a pretty castell of lyme and stane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gif it standis not pleasauntlie!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's in the fore front o' that castell,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' the grene hollin abune their brie.<!-- Page 28 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He keepis a royalle cumpanie;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His merryemen in ae livery clad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He and his ladye in purple clad;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gin they live not royallie!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He says, yon foreste is his awin;<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He wan it frae the Southronie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Contrair all kingis in Christentie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fife, up and downe, and Louthians three,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And graith my horse!" said our nobil King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"For to Ettricke Forest hie will I me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then word is gane the Outlaw till,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Ettricke Forest, where dwelleth he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the King was cuming to his cuntrie,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To conquess baith his landis and he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I mak a vow," the Outlaw said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I mak a vow, and that trulie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were there but three men to tak my pairt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yon King's cuming full deir suld be!"<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then messengers he called forth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bade them hie them speedilye<!-- Page 29 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ane of ye gae to Halliday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_3_154" id="LNanchor_3_154"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_154" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Laird of the Corehead is he.</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He certain is my sister's son;<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bid him cum quick and succour me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The King cums on for Ettricke Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And landless men we a' will be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news? What news?" said Halliday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Man, frae thy master unto me?"<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Not as ye wad: seeking your aide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The King's his mortal enemie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ay, by my troth!" said Halliday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Even for that it repenteth me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For gif he lose feir Ettricke Foreste,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He'll tak feir Moffatdale frae me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll meet him wi' five hundred men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And surely mair, if mae may be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And before he gets the foreste feir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We a' will die on Newark Lee!"<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Outlaw call'd a messenger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bid him hie him speedilye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To <a name="LNanchor_3_173" id="LNanchor_3_173"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_173" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Andrew Murray of Cockpool</a>,<!-- Page 30 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"That man's a deir cousin to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Desyre him cum, and make me aide,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a' the power that he may be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It stands me hard," Andrew Murray said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Judge gif it stand na hard wi' me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To enter against a king wi' crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set my landis in jeopardie!<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet, if I cum not on the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surely at night he sall me see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To <a name="LNanchor_3_183" id="LNanchor_3_183"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_183" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir James Murray of Traquair</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A message came right speedilye<!-- Page 31 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What news? What news?" James Murray said,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Man, frae thy master unto me?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What neids I tell? for weel ye ken<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The King's his mortal enemie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now he is cuming to Ettricke Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And landless men ye a' will be."<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And, by my trothe," James Murray said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Wi' that Outlaw will I live and die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The King has gifted my landis lang syne&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It cannot be nae warse wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King was cuming thro' <a name="LNanchor_3_195" id="LNanchor_3_195"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_195" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Caddon Ford</a>,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And full five thousand men was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They saw the derke Foreste them before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They thought it awsome for to see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spak the lord hight Hamilton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the nobil King said he,<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My sovereign liege, sum council tak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">First at your nobilis, syne at me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Desyre him mete thee at Permanscore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring four in his cumpanie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five Erles sall gang yoursell befor,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gude cause that you suld honour'd be.<!-- Page 32 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And, gif he refuses to do that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll conquess baith his landis and he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There sall nevir a Murray, after him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hald land in Ettricke Foreste free."<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then spak the kene Laird of Buckscleuth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A stalworthe man, and sterne was he&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For a King to gang an Outlaw till,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is beneath his state and his dignitie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The man that wons yon foreste intill,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He lives by reif and felonie!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' fire and sword we'll follow thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, gif your countrie lords fa' back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our Borderers sall the onset gie."<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then out and spak the nobil King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And round him cast a wilie ee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now, had thy tongue, Sir Walter Scott,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor speak of reif nor felonie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For had every honest man his awin kye,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A right puir clan thy name wad be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King then call'd a gentleman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Royal banner-bearer there was he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">James Hoppringle of Torsonse, by name;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He cam and knelit upon his kné.<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A message ye maun gang for me:<!-- Page 33 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye maun gae to yon Outlaw Murray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surely where bauldly bideth he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bid him mete me at Permanscore,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring four in his cumpanie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five erles sall cum wi' mysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gude reason I suld honour'd be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And gif he refuses to do that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bid him luke for nae good o' me!<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There sall nevir a Murray, after him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have land in Ettricke Foreste free."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">James cam before the Outlaw kene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And served him in his ain degré&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Welcum, James Pringle of Torsonse!<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What message frae the King to me?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He bids ye meet him at <a name="LNanchor_3_247" id="LNanchor_3_247"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_247" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Permanscore</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring four in your cumpany;<!-- Page 34 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five erles sall gang himsell befor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nae mair in number will he be.<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And gif you refuse to do that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(I freely here upgive wi' thee,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll cast yon bonny castle down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And make a widowe o' that gay ladye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He'll loose yon bluidhound Borderers,<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' fire and sword to follow thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There will nevir a Murray, after thysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have land in Ettrick Foreste free."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It stands me hard," the Outlaw said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Judge gif it stands na hard wi' me,<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wha reck not losing of mysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But a' my offspring after me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My merryemen's lives, my widowe's teirs&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There lies the pang that pinches me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"When I am straught in bluidie eard,<span class="linenum">265</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yon castell will be right dreirie.<!-- Page 35 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Auld Halliday, young Halliday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye sall be twa to gang wi' me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll be nae mae in cumpanie."<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When that they cam before the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They fell before him on their kné&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Grant mercie, mercie, nobil King!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en for his sake that dyed on tree."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Sicken like mercie sall ye have,<span class="linenum">275</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On gallows ye sall hangit be!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Over God's forbode," quoth the Outlaw then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I hope your grace will bettir be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Else, ere you come to Edinburgh port,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow thin guarded sall ye be.<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thir landis of Ettricke Foreste fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wan them from the enemie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Contrair a' kingis in Christentie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All the nobilis the King about,<span class="linenum">285</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said pitie it were to see him dee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yet grant me mercie, sovereign prince,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Extend your favour unto me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll give thee the keys of my castell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' the blessing o' my gay ladye,<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gin thou'lt make me sheriffe of this Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' my offspring after me."<!-- Page 36 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' the blessing of thy gaye ladye?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'se make thee sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste.<span class="linenum">295</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surely while upward grows the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If you be not traitour to the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forfaulted sall thou nevir be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But, Prince, what sall cum o' my men?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I gae back, traitour they'll ca' me.<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I had rather lose my life and land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere my merryemen rebuked me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Will your merryemen amend their lives,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' their pardons I grant thee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, name thy landis where'er they lie,<span class="linenum">305</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And here I <span class="smcap">RENDER</span> them to thee."&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fair Philiphaugh is mine by right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Lewinshope still mine shall be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Newark, Foulshiells, and Tinnies baith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My bow and arrow purchased me.<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And I have native steads to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_3_312" id="LNanchor_3_312"></a><a href="#Linenote_3_312" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Newark Lee and Hanginshaw;</a><!-- Page 37 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_3_312" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">I have mony steads in the forest schaw,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But them by name I dinna knaw."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The keys of the castell he gave the King,<span class="linenum">315</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' the blessing o' his feir ladye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was made sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surely while upward grows the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if he was na traitour to the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forfaulted he suld never be.<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wha ever heard, in ony times,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sicken an outlaw in his degré,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sic favour get befor a King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As did the <span class="smcap">Outlaw Murray</span> of the Foreste free?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_38" id="Linenote_3_38"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_38" title="link to line number">38</a>. Thomas Boyd, Earl of Arran, was forfeited, with his
+father and uncle, in 1469, for an attempt on the person of
+James III. He had a son, James, who was restored, and in
+favor with James IV. about 1482. If this be the person here
+meant, we should read, "The Earl of Arran his <i>son</i> was he."
+Glenriddel's copy reads, "a Highland laird I'm sure was he."
+Reciters sometimes call the messenger the Laird of Skene.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_60" id="Linenote_3_60"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_60" title="link to line number">60</a>. Birkendale Brae, now commonly called <i>Birkendailly</i>, is
+steep descent on the south side of Minch-moor, which
+separates Tweeddale from Ettrick Forest; and from the top
+of which we have the first view of the woods of Hangingshaw,
+the Castle of Newark, and the romantic dale of
+Yarrow.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_63" id="Linenote_3_63"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_63" title="link to line number">63</a>, Scott, <i>blows</i>: Aytoun, <i>bows</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_154" id="Linenote_3_154"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_154" title="link to line number">154</a>. This is a place at the head of Moffat-water, possessed
+of old by the family of Halliday.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_173" id="Linenote_3_173"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_173" title="link to line number">173</a>. This family were ancestors of the Murrays, Earls of
+Annandale; but the name of the representative, in the time
+of James IV., was William, not Andrew. Glenriddel's MS.
+reads, "the country-keeper."&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_183" id="Linenote_3_183"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_183" title="link to line number">183</a>. Before the Barony of Traquair became the property of
+the Stewarts, it belonged to a family of Murrays, afterwards
+Murrays of Black-barony, and ancestors of Lord Elibank.
+The old castle was situated on the Tweed. The lands of
+Traquair were forfeited by Willielmus de Moravia, previous
+to 1464; for, in that year, a charter, proceeding upon his forfeiture,
+was granted by the crown to "Willielmo Douglas de
+Cluny." Sir James was, perhaps, the heir of William
+Murray. It would farther seem, that the grant in 1464 was
+not made effectual by Douglas; for another charter from the
+crown, dated the 3d February, 1478, conveys the estate of
+Traquair to James Stewart, Earl of Buchan, son of the Black
+Knight of Lorne, and maternal uncle to James III., from
+whom is descended the present Earl of Traquair. The first
+royal grant not being followed by possession, it is very possible
+that the Murrays may have continued to occupy Traquair
+long after the date of that charter. Hence, Sir James
+might have reason to say, as in the ballad, "The King has
+gifted my lands lang syne."&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_195" id="Linenote_3_195"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_195" title="link to line number">195</a>, A ford on the Tweed, at the mouth of the Caddon Burn,
+near Yair.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_247" id="Linenote_3_247"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_247" title="link to line number">247</a>. Permanscore is a very remarkable hollow on the top
+of a high ridge of hills, dividing the vales of Tweed and
+Yarrow, a little to the eastward of Minch-moor. It is the
+outermost point of the lands of Broadmeadows. The Glenriddel
+MS., which, in this instance, is extremely inaccurate
+as to names, calls the place of rendezvous, "<i>The Poor
+Man's House</i>," and hints that the Outlaw was surprised by
+the treachery of the King:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then he was aware of the King's coming,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hundreds three in company,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'I wot the muckle deel * * * * *<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He learned Kingis to lie!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to fetch me here frae amang my men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here, like a dog for to die.'"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I believe the reader will think with me, that the catastrophe
+is better, as now printed from Mrs. Cockburn's copy.
+The deceit, supposed to be practised on the Outlaw, is unworthy
+of the military monarch, as he is painted in the
+ballad; especially if we admit him to be King James IV.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_3_312" id="Linenote_3_312"></a><a href="#LNanchor_3_312" title="link to line number">312</a>. In this and the following verse, the ceremony of feudal
+investiture is supposed to be gone through, by the Outlaw
+resigning his possessions into the hands of the king, and
+receiving them back, to be held of him as superior. The
+lands of Philiphaugh are still possessed by the Outlaw's representative.
+Hangingshaw and Lewinshope were sold of
+late years. Newark, Foulshiels, and Tinnies, have long
+belonged to the family of Buccleuch.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG" id="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG"></a>JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"Johnie Armstrong, of Gilnockie, the hero of
+the following ballad, is a noted personage, both in
+history and tradition. He was, it would seem from
+the ballad, a brother of the Laird of Mangertoun,
+chief of the name. His place of residence (now a
+roofless tower) was at the Hollows, a few miles from
+Langholm, where its ruins still serve to adorn a scene,
+which, in natural beauty, has few equals in Scotland.
+At the head of a desperate band of freebooters, this
+Armstrong is said to have spread the terror of his<!-- Page 38 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span>
+name almost as far as Newcastle, and to have levied
+black-mail, or protection and forbearance money, for
+many miles round. James V., of whom it was long
+remembered by his grateful people that he made the
+"rush-bush keep the cow," about 1529, undertook an
+expedition through the Border counties, to suppress
+the turbulent spirit of the Marchmen. But before
+setting out upon his journey, he took the precaution
+of imprisoning the different Border chieftains, who
+were the chief protectors of the marauders. The
+Earl of Bothwell was forfeited, and confined in Edinburgh
+Castle. The Lords of Home and Maxwell, the
+Lairds of Buccleuch, Fairniherst, and Johnston, with
+many others, were also committed to ward. Cockburn
+of Henderland, and Adam Scott of Tushielaw,
+called the King of the Border, were publicly executed.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Lesley</span>,
+p. 430. The King then marched rapidly
+forward, at the head of a flying army of ten thousand
+men, through Ettrick Forest and Ewsdale. The evil
+genius of our Johnie Armstrong, or, as others say, the
+private advice of some courtiers, prompted him to
+present himself before James, at the head of thirty-six
+horse, arrayed in all the pomp of Border chivalry.
+Pitscottie uses nearly the words of the ballad, in describing
+the splendor of his equipment, and his high
+expectations of favor from the King. "But James,
+looking upon him sternly, said to his attendants,
+'What wants that knave that a king should have?'
+and ordered him and his followers to instant execution."&mdash;"But
+John Armstrong," continues this minute
+historian, "made great offers to the King: That he
+should sustain himself, with forty gentlemen, ever
+ready at his service, on their own cost, without wrong<!-- Page 39 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span>ing
+any Scottishman: Secondly, that there was not a
+subject in England, duke, earl, or baron, but, within a
+certain day, he should bring him to his majesty, either
+quick or dead. At length, he seeing no hope of
+favor, said very proudly, 'It is folly to seek grace at
+a graceless face; but,' said he, 'had I known this, I
+should have lived upon the Borders in despite of King
+Harry and you both; for I know King Harry would
+<i>downweigh my best horse with gold</i>, to know that I were
+condemned to die this day."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Pitscottie's</span> <i>History</i>,
+p. 145. Johnie and all his retinue were accordingly
+hanged upon growing trees, at a place called Carlenrig
+Chapel, about ten miles above Hawick, on the
+high road to Langholm. The country people believe,
+that, to manifest the injustice of the execution, the
+trees withered away. Armstrong and his followers
+were buried in a deserted churchyard, where their
+graves are still shown.</p>
+
+<p>"As this Border hero was a person of great note in
+his way, he is frequently alluded to by the writers of
+the time. Sir David Lindsay of the Mount, in the
+curious play published by Mr. Pinkerton, from the
+Bannatyne MS., introduces a pardoner, or knavish
+dealer in relics, who produces, among his holy rarities&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&mdash;"The cordis, baith grit and lang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quhilk hangit Johnnie Armstrang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Of gud hempt, soft and sound.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gud haly pepill, I stand ford,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quhavir beis hangit in this cord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Neidis nevir to be dround!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><span class="smcap">Pinkerton's</span> <i>Scottish Poems</i>, vol. ii. p. 69.</span><br />
+</p>
+
+<p>"In <i>The Complaynt of Scotland</i>, John Armistrangis'
+dance, mentioned as a popular tune, has probably<!-- Page 40 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span>
+some reference to our hero." [See the <i>Musical Museum</i>,
+ed. 1853, vol. iv. p. 336.]&mdash;<span class="smcap">Scott's</span> <i>Minstrelsy</i>,
+i. 402.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad as here given is to be found in <i>A Collection
+of Old Ballads</i>, 1723, vol. i. p. 170. The
+whole title is: <i>Johnny Armstrang's Last Good-night,
+shewing how John Armstrong, with his eightscore men,
+fought a bloody battle with the Scotch King at Edenborough</i>.
+It had previously appeared in <i>Wit Restor'd</i>,
+1658, p. 123, in very good shape, except the want of
+some stanzas towards the end. It is in this form, says
+Motherwell, that the story is preserved in the mouths
+of the people. Nevertheless, Allan Ramsay has inserted
+in his <i>Evergreen</i> quite a different version,
+taken down from the mouth of a gentleman of the
+name of Armstrong, "the sixth generation from this
+John," which the reciter maintained to be the genuine
+ballad, "and the common one false."</p>
+
+<p><a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_Ramsay">Ramsay's copy is subjoined</a>, and the imperfect edition
+from <i>Wit Restor'd</i> finds a place <a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_OR">in the Appendix</a>.</p>
+
+<p>The following verses, generally styled <i>Armstrong's
+Good-night</i>, are said to have been composed by one of
+that tribe who was executed in 1601 for the murder
+of Sir John Carmichael, Warden of the Middle
+Marches. They are from Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, p. 620,
+and are also found in Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 182.
+In Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>, ii. 127,
+there is a twaddling piece called <i>The Last Guid Night</i>,
+which is a sort of imitation of these stanzas.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The night is my departing night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The morn's the day I maun awa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's no a friend or fae of mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But wishes that I were awa.<!-- Page 41 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What I hae done for lack o' wit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I never never can reca';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trust ye're a' my friends as yet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gude night, and joy be wi' you a'.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Is there ever a man in all Scotland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From the highest estate to the lowest degree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That can shew himself now before our King?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Scotland is so full of treachery.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yes, there is a man in Westmorland,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Johnny Armstrong they do him call;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has no lands nor rents coming in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has horses and harness for them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And goodly steeds that be milk-white,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their goodly belts about their necks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hats and feathers all alike.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King he writes a loving letter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with his own hand so tenderly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And hath sent it unto Johnny Armstrong,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To come and speak with him speedily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When John he look'd this letter upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He lok'd as blith as a bird in a tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I was never before a King in my life,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 42 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span><span class="i2">My father, my grandfather, nor none of us three.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But seeing we must go before the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lord, we will go most gallantly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye shall every one have a velvet coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laid down with golden laces three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And every one shall have a scarlet cloak,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laid down with silver laces five,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With your golden belts about your necks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With hats and feathers all alike."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when Johnny went from Giltnock-Hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wind it blew hard, and full fast it did rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now fare thee well, thou Giltnock-Hall,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fear I shall never see thee again."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Johnny he is to Edenborough gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his eightscore men so gallantly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every one of them on a milk-white steed,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With their bucklers and swords hanging to their knee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when John came the King before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his eightscore men so gallant to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The King he mov'd his bonnet to him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He thought he had been a king as well as he.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O pardon, pardon, my sovereign liege,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pardon for my eightscore men and me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my name, it is Johnny Armstrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And subject of yours, my liege," said he.<!-- Page 43 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Away with thee, thou false traytor,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No pardon will I grant to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But to-morrow morning by eight of the clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Johnny look'd over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to his merry men thus said he,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I have asked grace of a graceless face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No pardon there is for you and me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then John pull'd out his good broad sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was made of the mettle so free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had not the King moved his foot as he did,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">John had taken his head from his fair body.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, follow me, my merry men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We will scorn one foot for to fly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It shall never be said we were hang'd like dogs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We will fight it out most manfully."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they fought on like champions bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For their hearts were sturdy, stout, and free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Till they had kill'd all the King's good guard,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There were none left alive but one, two, or three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But then rose up all Edenborough,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They rose up by thousands three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A cowardly Scot came John behind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And run him through the fair body.<!-- Page 44 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said John, "Fight on, my merry men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am a little wounded, but am not slain;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will lay me down to bleed a while,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then I'll rise and fight with you again."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they fought on like mad men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till many a man lay dead on the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they were resolved before they would yield,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That every man would there be slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So there they fought couragiously,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Till most of them lay dead there and slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But little Musgrave, that was his foot-page,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his bonny Grissel got away unta'n.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when he came to Giltnock-Hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Lady spy'd him presently;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, thou little foot-page,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news from thy master, and his company?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My news is bad, Lady," he said,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Which I do bring, as you may see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My master Johnny Armstrong is slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all his gallant company.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Yet thou are welcome home, my bonny Grissel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Full oft thou hast been fed with corn and hay,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thy sides shall be spurr'd no more, I say."<!-- Page 45 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O then bespake his little son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he sat on his nurse's knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If ever I live to be a man,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My father's death reveng'd shall be."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_Ramsay" id="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_Ramsay"></a>JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Ramsay's <i>Evergreen</i>, ii. 190.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sicklike men of hie degrie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of a gentleman I sing a sang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sumtyme calld Laird of Gilnockie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King he wrytes a luving letter,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With his ain hand sae tenderly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he hath sent it to Johny Armstrang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To cum and speik with him speidily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Elliots and Armstrangs did convene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were a gallant company&mdash;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We'il ryde and meit our lawfull King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring him safe to Gilnockie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Make kinnen and capon ready, then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And venison in great plenty;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We'il welcome hame our royal King;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hope he'il dyne at Gilnockie!"<!-- Page 46 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They ran their horse on the <a name="LNanchor_4b_17" id="LNanchor_4b_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_4b_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Langholme howm</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And brake their speirs with mekle main;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ladys lukit frae their loft windows&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"God bring our men weil back again!"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Johny came before the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all his men so brave to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The King he movit his bonnet to him;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He wein'd he was a King as well as he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"May I find grace, my sovereign liege,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grace for my loyal men and me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For my name it is Johny Armstrang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And subject of yours, my liege," said he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Away, away, thou traytor strang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of my sicht <a name="LNanchor_4b_30" id="LNanchor_4b_30"></a><a href="#Linenote_4b_30" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">sune mayst thou</a> be!<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now I'll not begin with thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a bonny gift I will give to thee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full four-and-twenty milk-whyt steids,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were a' foald in a yeir to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll gie thee all these milk-whyt steids,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That prance and nicher at a speir;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With as mekle gude Inglis gilt,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 47 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span><span class="i2">As four of their braid backs dow beir."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Away, away, thou traytor strang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now I'll not begin with thee!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That gang throw a' the yeir to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"These four-and-twenty mills complete<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sall gang for thee throw all the yeir;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as mekle of gude reid wheit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As all thair happers dow to bear."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Away, away, thou traytor strang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now I'll not begin with thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a great gift I'll gie to thee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bauld four-and-twenty sisters' sons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sall for thee fecht, tho all sould flee!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Away, away, thou traytor strang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now I'll not begin with thee."<!-- Page 48 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a brave gift I'll gie to thee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All betwene heir and Newcastle town<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sall pay their yeirly rent to thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Away, away, thou traytor strang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now I'll not begin with thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye lied, ye lied, now, King," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Althocht a king and prince ye be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I luid naithing in all my lyfe,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I dare well say it, but honesty&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But a fat horse, and a fair woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Ingland suld haif found me meil and malt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gif I had livd this hundred yeir!<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Scho suld haif found me meil and malt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And beif and mutton in all plentie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But neir a Scots wyfe could haif said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That eir I skaithd her a pure flie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To seik het water beneth cauld yce,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surely it is a great folie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I haif asked grace at a graceles face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But there is nane for my men and me!<!-- Page 49 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But had I kend, or I came frae hame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How thou unkind wadst bene to me,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wad haif kept the Border syde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In spyte of all thy force and thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wist Englands King that I was tane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gin a blyth man wald he be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For anes I slew his sisters son,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on his breist-bane brak a tree."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John wore a girdle about his midle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Imbroidred owre with burning gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bespangled wi' the same mettle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Maist beautifull was to behold.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ilka an worth three hundred pound&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"What wants that knave that a King suld haif,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the sword of honour and the crown?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O whair gat thou these targats, Johnie,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I gat them in the field fechting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wher, cruel King, thou durst not be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Had I my horse, and harness gude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ryding as I wont to be,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It sould haif bene tald this hundred yeir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The meiting of my King and me!<!-- Page 50 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"God be withee, Kirsty, my brither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lang mayst thou live on the Border syde,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or thou se thy brither ryde up and doun.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And God be withee, Kirsty, my son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whair thou sits on thy nursees knee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But and thou live this hundred yeir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy fathers better thou'lt never be.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Farweil, my bonny Gilnock-Hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whair on Esk syde thou standest stout!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gif I had leived but seven yeirs mair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wald haif gilt thee round about."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">John murdred was at Carlinrigg,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all his galant companie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Scotlands heart was never sae wae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see sae mony brave men die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Because they savd their country deir<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frae Englishmen: nane were sae bauld,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whyle Johnie livd on the Border syde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nane of them durst cum neir his hald.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_4b_17" id="Linenote_4b_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4b_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. Langum hown.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_4b_30" id="Linenote_4b_30"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4b_30" title="link to line number">30</a>. thou mayst sune.<!-- Page 51 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="HUGHIE_GRAHAM" id="HUGHIE_GRAHAM"></a>HUGHIE GRAHAM.</h3>
+
+
+<p>Of the two editions of this ballad which follow, the
+first is taken from <i>The Scots Musical Museum</i> (p.
+312), to which it was contributed by Burns. Burns
+states that he obtained his copy from oral tradition
+in Ayrshire, but he had certainly retouched several
+stanzas (the ninth and tenth, says Cromek), and the
+third and eighth are entirely of his composition.</p>
+
+<p>The other copy is from the <i>Border Minstrelsy</i>, and
+consists of a version "long current in Selkirkshire"
+(procured for Scott by Mr. William Laidlaw), which
+also has been slightly improved by the pen of the
+editor.</p>
+
+<p><a href="#THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_HUGH_OF">In the Appendix</a> we have placed the story as it
+occurs in Durfey's <i>Pills to purge Melancholy</i>, and in
+Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>. The seventeenth volume of
+the Percy Society Publications furnishes us with a
+Scottish version in which Sir Hugh is rescued and
+sent over the sea: <i>Scottish Traditional Versions of
+Ancient Ballads</i>, p. 73. These, we believe, are all
+the published forms of this ballad, unless we mention
+Mr. Allan Cunningham's <i>réchauffé</i> of Burns, in his
+<i>Songs of Scotland</i>, i. 327.</p>
+
+<p>"According to <i>tradition</i>," says Mr. Stenhouse,
+"Robert Aldridge, Bishop of Carlisle, about the year
+1560, seduced the wife of Hugh Graham, one of those
+bold and predatory chiefs who so long inhabited what
+was called the Debatable Land, on the English and<!-- Page 52 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>
+Scottish border. Graham, being unable to bring so
+powerful a prelate to justice, in revenge made an
+excursion into Cumberland, and carried off <i>inter alia</i>,
+a fine mare belonging to the bishop (!) but being
+closely pursued by Sir John Scroope, warden of
+Carlisle, with a party on horseback, was apprehended
+near Solway Moss, and carried to Carlisle, where he
+was tried and convicted of felony. Great intercessions
+were made to save his life; but the bishop, it is
+said, being determined to remove the chief obstacle
+to his guilty passions, remained inexorable, and poor
+Graham fell a victim to his own indiscretion and his
+wife's infidelity. Anthony Wood observes that there
+were many changes in this prelate's time, both in
+church and state, but that he retained his offices and
+preferments during them all."&mdash;<i>Musical Museum</i>,
+iv. 297.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our lords are to the mountains gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A hunting o' the fallow deer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they hae gripet Hughie Graham,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And they hae tied him hand and foot,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And led him up thro' Stirling town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lads and lasses met him there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cried, "Hughie Graham, thou art a loun."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O lowse my right hand free," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And put my braid sword in the same,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's no in Stirling town this day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham."<!-- Page 53 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up then bespake the brave Whitefoord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he sat by the bishop's knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Five hundred white stots I'll gie you,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue," the bishop says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And wi' your pleading let me be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hughie Graham this day shall die."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As she sat by the bishop's knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Five hundred white pence I'll gie you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue now, lady fair,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wi' your pleading let it be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Altho' ten Grahams were in his coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's for my honour he maun die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They've taen him to the gallows knowe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He looked to the gallows tree,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yet never colour left his cheek,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor ever did he blin' his e'e.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At length he looked round about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see whatever he could spy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there he saw his auld father,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he was weeping bitterly.<!-- Page 54 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O haud your tongue, my father dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wi' your weeping let it be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy weeping's sairer on my heart,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than a' that they can do to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And ye may gie my brother John<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My sword that's bent in the middle clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let him come at twelve o'clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see me pay the bishop's mare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And ye may gie my brother James<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My sword that's bent in the middle brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bid him come at four o'clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see his brother Hugh cut down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Remember me to Maggy, my wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The niest time ye gang o'er the moor;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell her, she staw the bishop's mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tell her, she was the bishop's whore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And ye may tell my kith and kin<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I never did disgrace their blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they meet the bishop's cloak,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To mak it shorter by the hood."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 55 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="HUGHIE_THE_GRAEME" id="HUGHIE_THE_GRAEME"></a>HUGHIE THE GRĈME.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, iii. 110.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He has ridden o'er moss and muir;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has grippet Hughie the Grĉme,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be!<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here hangs a broadsword by my side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if that thou canst conquer me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The matter it may soon be tryed."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Although thy name be Hughie the Grĉme,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If God but grant me life and time."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then do your worst now, good Lord Scroope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And deal your blows as hard as you can;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It shall be tried within an hour,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which of us two is the better man."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But as they were dealing their blows so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And both so bloody at the time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 56 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span><span class="i2">All for to take brave Hughie the Grĉme.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they hae grippit Hughie the Grĉme,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And brought him up through Carlisle town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The lasses and lads stood on the walls,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crying, "Hughie the Grĉme, thou'se ne'er gae down!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they hae chosen a jury of men,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best that were in Carlisle town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And twelve of them cried out at once,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Hughie the Grĉme, thou must gae down!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he sat by the judge's knee,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you'll grant Hughie the Grĉme to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forsooth and sae it mauna be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For were there but three Grĉmes of the name,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They suld be hanged a' for me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As she sat by the judge's knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"A peck of white pennies, my good lord judge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you'll grant Hughie the Grĉme to me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forsooth and so it must na be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were he but the one Grĉme of the name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He suld be hanged high for me."<!-- Page 57 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If I be guilty," said Hughie the Grĉme,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Of me my friends shall have small talk;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has louped fifteen feet and three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though his hands they were tied behind his back.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He looked over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And for to see what he might see;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was he aware of his auld father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O hald your tongue, my father," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And see that ye dinna weep for me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they may ravish me o' my life,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fair ye weel, fair Maggie, my wife!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The last time we came ower the muir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas thou bereft me of my life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wi' the Bishop thou play'd the whore.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is made o' the metal sae fine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when thou comest to the English side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Remember the death of Hughie the Grĉme."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 58 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="KINMONT_WILLIE" id="KINMONT_WILLIE"></a>KINMONT WILLIE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>In the year 1596, Mr. Salkeld, the deputy of Lord
+Scroope, the English warden of the West Marches,
+and Robert Scott, the representative of the Laird of
+Buccleuch, then keeper of Liddesdale, held a meeting
+on the border line of the kingdoms, according to the
+custom of the times, for the purpose of arranging such
+differences, and redressing such grievances, as either
+party might have to allege. On these occasions a
+truce was always proclaimed, inviolable on pain of
+death, from the day of the meeting to the next day at
+sunrise. After the conference in question, as William
+Armstrong of Kinmonth, a notorious freebooter, whose
+ordinary style was Kinmont Willie, was returning to
+his home, accompanied by only three or four persons,
+he was pursued by a couple of hundred Englishmen,
+taken prisoner, and in contravention of the truce,
+lodged in the castle of Carlisle. The Laird of Buccleuch
+sought to obtain the enfranchisement of his
+client and retainer, through the mediation, first of the
+English warden, and then of the Scottish ambassador.
+Receiving no satisfaction, he took the matter into his
+own hands, raised a party of two hundred horse,
+surprised the castle of Carlisle, and carried off the
+prisoner by main force. This dashing achievement
+was performed on the 13th of April, 1596.</p>
+
+<p>According to a rhymester who celebrated the daring
+feat of Buccleuch about a hundred years later, Kinmont
+Willie was a descendant of Johnie Armstrong
+of Gilnockie.<!-- Page 59 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Interesting details of the surprise of the castle, and
+further notices of Kinmont Willie are given by Scott
+in the <i>Border Minstrelsy</i> (ii. 32), where the ballad
+was first published.</p>
+
+<p>"This ballad is preserved," says Scott, "on the
+West Borders, but much mangled by reciters, so that
+some conjectural emendations have been absolutely
+necessary to render it intelligible."</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroope?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On <a name="LNanchor_6_4" id="LNanchor_6_4"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_4" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Haribee</a> to hang him up?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Had Willie had but twenty men,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But twenty men as stout as he,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' eight score in his cumpanie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They band his legs beneath the steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They tied his hands behind his back;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They guarded him, fivesome on each side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They led him thro' the <a name="LNanchor_6_13" id="LNanchor_6_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Liddel-rack</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And also thro' the Carlisle sands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They brought him to Carlisle castell,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be at my Lord Scroope's commands.<!-- Page 60 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And whae will dare this deed avow?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or answer by the Border law?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's never a Scot shall set thee free:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before ye cross my castle yate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow ye shall take farewell o' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fear na ye that, my lord," quo' Willie:<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroope," he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I paid my lawing before I gaed."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Branksome Ha' where that he lay,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Between the hours of night and day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has ta'en the table wi' his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He garr'd the red wine spring on hie&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now Christ's curse on my head," he said,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O is my basnet a widow's curch?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 61 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><span class="i2">That an English lord should lightly me!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Against the truce of Border tide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is keeper here on the Scottish side?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Withouten either dread or fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can back a steed, or shake a spear?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O were there war between the lands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As well I wot that there is none,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would slight Carlisle castell high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though it were builded of marble stone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I would set that castell in a low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sloken it with English blood!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's never a man in Cumberland,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But since nae war's between the lands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there is peace, and peace should be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll neither harm English lad or lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow they were of his ain name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.<!-- Page 62 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There were five and five before them a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like warden's men, array'd for fight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And five and five, like a mason gang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That carried the ladders lang and hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And five and five, like broken men;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so they reach'd the <a name="LNanchor_6_76" id="LNanchor_6_76"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_76" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Woodhouselee</a>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And as we cross'd the Bateable Land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When to the English side we held,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first o' men that we met wi',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde?<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We go to hunt an English stag,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?"<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!"<!-- Page 63 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We go to catch a rank reiver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We gang to herry a corbie's nest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That wons not far frae Woodhouselee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the nevir a word of lear had he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Why trespass ye on the English side?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The nevir a word had Dickie to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then on we held for Carlisle toun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And at Staneshaw-bank the <a name="LNanchor_6_102" id="LNanchor_6_102"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_102" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Eden</a> we cross'd;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The water was great and meikle of spait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wind was rising loud and hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there the Laird garr'd leave our steeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For fear that they should stamp and nie.<!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wind began full loud to blaw;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When we came beneath the castle wa'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We crept on knees, and held our breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till we placed the ladders against the wa';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To mount the first before us a'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He flung him down upon the lead&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Had there not been peace between our lands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the other side thou hadst gaed!<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then loud the warden's trumpet blew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_6_124" id="LNanchor_6_124"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_124" class="lnanchor" title="link to note"><i>O wha dare meddle wi' me?</i></a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then speedilie to wark we gaed,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And raised the slogan ane and a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cut a hole through a sheet of lead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so we wan to the castle ha'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They thought King James and a' his men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had won the house wi' bow and spear;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was but twenty Scots and ten,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That put a thousand in sic a stear!<!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We garr'd the bars bang merrilie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until we came to the inner prison,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when we cam to the lower prison,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the morn that thou's to die?"<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gie my service back to my wife and bairns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' gude fellows that spier for me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Red Rowan has hente him up,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The starkest man in Teviotdale&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried&mdash;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll pay you for my lodging maill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When first we meet on the Border side."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We bore him down the ladder lang;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At every stride Red Rowan made,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wot the Kinmont's airns play'd clang.<!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a rougher beast than Red Rowan<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I've prick'd a horse out oure the furs;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But since the day I back'd a steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I never wore sic cumbrous spurs."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a thousand men on horse and foot<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Buccleuch has turn'd to Eden Water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And safely swam them through the stream.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He turn'd him on the other side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If ye like na my visit in merry England,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In fair Scotland come visit me!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All sore astonish'd stood Lord Scroope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He stood as still as rock of stane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><span class="i2">When through the water they had gane.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He is either himsell a devil frae hell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else his mother a witch maun be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wadna have ridden that wan water<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a' the gowd in Christentie."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_6_4" id="Linenote_6_4"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_4" title="link to line number">4</a>. Haribee is the place of execution at Carlisle.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_6_13" id="Linenote_6_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. The Liddel-rack is a ford on the Liddel.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_6_76" id="Linenote_6_76"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_76" title="link to line number">76</a>. A house on the Border, belonging to Buccleuch.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_6_102" id="Linenote_6_102"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_102" title="link to line number">102</a>. Eden has been substituted for Eske, the latter name
+being inconsistent with geography.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_6_124" id="Linenote_6_124"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_124" title="link to line number">124</a>. The name of a Border tune.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="DICK_O_THE_COW" id="DICK_O_THE_COW"></a>DICK O' THE COW.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Caw's <i>Poetical Museum</i>, p. 22.</p>
+
+
+<p>The personage from whom this ballad is named
+was jester to Lord Scroop, who was warden of the
+West Marches of England from 1590 to 1603. The
+Laird's Jock, that is John, the son of the Laird of
+Mangerton, "appears as one of the <i>men of name</i> in
+Liddesdale, in the list of the Border Clans, 1597."</p>
+
+<p><i>Dick o' the Cow</i> is closely connected with <i><a href="#JOCK_O_THE_SIDE">Jock o'
+the Side</a></i> and <i><a href="#HOBIE_NOBLE">Hobie Noble</a></i>, which follow shortly after.
+All three were first printed in Caw's <i>Museum</i>, and
+seem to have been contributed by a Mr. Elliot, a
+Liddesdale gentleman, to whom Sir W. Scott acknowledges
+many obligations. We are told that both <i>Dick
+o' the Cow</i> and <i>Jock o' the Side</i> were until lately so
+popular in Liddesdale with all classes of people, that
+they were invariably sung, from beginning to end, at
+every festive meeting.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad of <i>Dick o' the Cow</i> was well known in
+England as early as 1596.<!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"An allusion to it likewise occurs in <span class="smcap">Parrot's</span>
+<i>Laquei Ridiculosi</i>, or <i>Springes for Woodcocks</i>; London,
+1613.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Owenus wondreth since he came to Wales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What the description of this isle should be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That nere had seen but mountains, hills, and dales,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet would he boast, and stand on pedigree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From Rice ap Richard, sprung from <i>Dick a Cow</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be cod, was right gud gentleman, look ye now!"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Epigr. 76.</i>&mdash;<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></span><br />
+</p>
+
+<hr />
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Liddisdale has lyan lang in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There is nae riding there at a';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The horses are grown sae lidder fat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They downa stur out o' the sta'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Johnie Armstrong to Willie can say&mdash;<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Billie, a riding then we'll gae;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">England and us has been lang at a feid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ablins we'll hit on some bootie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they're com'd on to Hutton Ha',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They rade the proper place about;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the laird he was the wiser man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he had left nae gear without.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then he had left nae gear to steal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except sax sheep upon a lee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quo' Johnie&mdash;"I'd rather in England die,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere thir sax sheep gae t' Liddisdale wi' me.<!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But how ca'd they the man we last met,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Billie, as we cam o'er the know?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"That same he is an innocent fool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some men ca' him Dick o' the Cow."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"That fool has three as good ky o' his ain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As there's in a' Cumberland, billie," quo' he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Betide me life, betide me death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These three ky shall gae t' Liddisdale wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they're com'd on to the poor fool's house,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they hae broken his wa's sae wide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They have loos'd out Dick o' the Cow's three ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tane three co'erlets aff his wife's bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then on the morn, whan the day was light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The shouts and cries rose loud and hie:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And o' thy crying let me be!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And of thy crying let me be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And aye that where thou wants a cow,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In good sooth I'll bring thee three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie's com'd on for's lord and master,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I wat a dreirie fool was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now had thy tongue, my fool," he says,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><span class="i2">"For I may not stand to jest wi' thee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Shame speed a' your jesting, my lord!" quo' Dickie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"For nae sic jesting grees wi' me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Liddisdale's been i' my house last night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they hae tane my three ky frae me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To be your poor fool and your leal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless ye gi' me leave, my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">T' gae t' Liddisdale and steal."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I gi' thee leave, my fool," he says;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Thou speakest against my honour and me,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless thou gi' me thy trowth and thy hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou'lt steal frae nane but wha sta' frae thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There is my trowth, and my right hand!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My head shall hang on <a name="LNanchor_7_54" id="LNanchor_7_54"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_54" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Hairibee</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll near cross Carlisle sands again,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If I steal frae a man but wha sta' frae me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Dickie's tane leave at lord and master,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I wat a merry fool was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's bought a bridle and a pair o' new spurs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And pack'd them up in his breek thigh.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie's come on for <a name="LNanchor_7_61" id="LNanchor_7_61"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_61" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Pudding-burn</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en as fast as he might drie;<!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now Dickie's come on for Pudding-burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where there were thirty Armstrongs and three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O what's this com'd o' me now?" quo' Dickie;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"What meikle wae's this happen'd o' me? quo' he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where here is but ae innocent fool,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet he's com'd up to the ha' amang them a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sae weil he's became his curtesie!<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Weil may ye be, my good Laird's Jock!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the de'il bless a' your companie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'm come to 'plain o' your man, fair Johnie Armstrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And syne o' his billie Willie," quo' he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"How they hae been i' my house the last night,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they hae tane my three ky frae me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Quo' Johnie Armstrong, "We will him hang;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Na then," quo' Willie, "we'll him slae;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But up and bespake anither young man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"We'll gie 'im his batts, and let him gae."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and bespake the good Laird's Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best falla in a' the companie;<!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sit thy ways down a little while, Dickie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a piece o' thy ain cow's hough I'll gi' thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Dickie's heart it grew sae great,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ne'er a bit o't he dought to eat;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie was ware o' an auld peat-house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where a' the night he thought for to sleep.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie was ware o' an auld peat-house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where a' the night he thought for to ly;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And a' the prayers the poor fool pray'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I wish I had amense for my ain three ky!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then it was the use of Pudding-burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the <a name="LNanchor_7_94" id="LNanchor_7_94"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_94" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">house of Mangerton</a>, all haill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These that cam na at the first ca',<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They got nae mair meat t' the neist meal.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lads, that hungry and weary were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Aboon the door-head they hang the key;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dickie he took good notice to that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Says&mdash;"There's a bootie yonder for me."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie into the stable is gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where there stood thirty horses and three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has <a name="LNanchor_7_103" id="LNanchor_7_103"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_103" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A' these horses but barely three.<!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A' these horses but barely three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's loupen on ane, tane anither in hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And out at the door and gane is Dickie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then on the morn, whan the day grew light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The shouts and cries rose loud and hie&mdash;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O where's that thief?" quo' the good Laird's Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Tell me the truth and the veritie!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O where's that thief?" quo' the good Laird's Jock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"See unto me ye dinna lie!"&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Dickie's been i' the stable last night,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And has my brother's horse and mine frae me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye wad ne'er be tall'd," quo' the good Laird's Jock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Have ye not found my tales fu' leel?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye wad ne'er out o' England bide,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 74 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><span class="i2">Till crooked, and blind, and a' wad steal."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But lend me thy bay," Johnie Armstrong can say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"There's nae horse loose in the stable but he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll either bring Dick o' the Cow again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or the day is come that he shall die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To lend thee my bay!" the Laird's Jock can say,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"He's worth baith goud and good monie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dick o' the Cow has away twa horse:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wish na thou may make him three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's tane the laird's jack on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A twa-handed sword that hang by his thigh;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's tane the steel cap on his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on is he gane to follow Dickie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie was na a mile aff the town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat a mile but barely three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he's o'ertane by Johnie Armstrong,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hand for hand, on <a name="LNanchor_7_136" id="LNanchor_7_136"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_136" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cannobie lee</a>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Abide, abide now, Dickie, than,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The day is come that thou maun die;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie look'd o'er his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Johnie, has thou any moe in companie?<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There is a preacher in our chapel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' the lee-lang day teaches he:<!-- Page 75 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whan day is gane and night is come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There's ne'er ae word I mark but three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The first and second is&mdash;Faith and Conscience;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The third&mdash;Ne'er let a traitour free:<span class="linenum">146</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, Johnie, what faith and conscience hadst thou,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whan thou took my three ky frae me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And when thou had tane away my three ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou thought in thy heart thou was no well sped,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But sent thy billie Willie o'er the know,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he took three co'erlets aff my wife's bed."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Johnie let a spear fa' laigh by his thigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thought weil to hae slain the innocent, I trow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the powers above were mair than he,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he ran but the poor fool's jerkin through.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Together they ran, or ever they blan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This was Dickie the fool and he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dickie coud na win to him wi' the blade o' the sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But feld 'im wi' the plumet under the eie.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Dickie has feld fair Johnie Armstrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The prettiest man in the south countrie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gramercy!" then can Dickie say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I had but twa horse, thou has made me three."<!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has tane the laird's jack aff his back,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The twa-handed sword that hang by his thigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has tane the steel cap aff his head&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Johnie, I'll tell my master I met wi' thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Johnie wakened out o' his dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat a drierie man was he:<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The shame gae in thy companie!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The shame gae in thy companie!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if I should live this hundred years,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I ne'er shall fight wi' a fool after thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie's come hame to lord and master,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en as fast as he may drie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till hie hanged thou shalt be."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The shame speed the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"That was no the promise ye made to me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I'd ne'er gane t' Liddisdale t' steal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till I had got my leave at thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But what gard thou steal the Laird's Jock's horse?<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, limmer, what gard thou steal him?" quo' he;<!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For lang might thou in Cumberland dwelt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_7_188" id="LNanchor_7_188"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_188" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Ere the Laird's Jock had stawn frae thee."</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie!<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wan him frae his man, fair Johnie Armstrong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's the jack was on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This twa-handed sword that hang laigh by his thigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there's the steel cap was on his head;<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hae a' these takens to let thee see."<!-- Page 78 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If that be true thou to me tells,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(I trow thou dare na tell a lie,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll gi' thee twenty punds for the good horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Weil tel'd in thy cloak lap shall be.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To maintain thy wife and children three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that may be as good, I think,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As ony twa o' thine might be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie;<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's gi'en him thirty punds for the good horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in goud and good monie;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To maintain his wife and children three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie's came down through Carlisle town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en as fast as he might drie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The first o' men that he met with,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was my Lord's brother, Bayliff Glozenburrie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Weil may ye be, my gude Ralph Scroope!"&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Welcome, my brother's fool!" quo' he:<!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Where did thou get fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Where did I get him, but steal him," quo' he.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But wilt thou sell me fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?" quo' he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Aye, and tell me the monie on my cloak lap:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For there's no ae fardin I'll trust thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll gi' thee fifteen punds for the good horse,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Weil tel'd on thy cloak lap shall be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To maintain thy wife and children three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?" quo' he;<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's gi'en him thirty punds for the gude horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in goud and good monie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To maintain his wife and children three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I wat a loud laugh laughed he<!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I wish the neck o' the third horse were broken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I hae a better o' my ain, if better can be."<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Dickie's com'd hame to his wife again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Judge ye how the poor fool sped;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He has gi'en her three score English punds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the three auld co'erlets was tane aff her bed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hae, tak thee these twa as good ky,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow, as a' thy three might be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet here is [a] white-footed nagie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I think he'll carry baith thee and me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Armstrongs they'll hang me hie:"&mdash;<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So Dickie's tane leave at lord and master,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And [at] Burgh under Stanmuir there dwells he.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_7_54" id="Linenote_7_54"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_54" title="link to line number">54</a>. The place of execution at Carlisle.&mdash;P. M.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_7_61" id="Linenote_7_61"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_61" title="link to line number">61</a>. This was a house of strength held by the Armstrongs.
+The ruins at present form a sheep-fold on the farm of Reidsmoss,
+belonging to the Duke of Buccleuch.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_7_94" id="Linenote_7_94"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_94" title="link to line number">94</a>. The Laird of Mangerton was chief of the clan Armstrong&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_7_103" id="Linenote_7_103"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_103" title="link to line number">103</a>. Hamstringing a horse is termed, in the Border dialect,
+<i>tying him with St. Mary's knot</i>. Dickie used this cruel expedient
+to prevent a pursuit. It appears from the narration,
+that the horses left unhurt, belonged to fair Johnie Armstrang,
+his brother Willie, and the Laird's Jock&mdash;of which Dickie
+carried off two, and left that of the Laird's Jock, probably
+out of gratitude for the protection he had afforded him on
+his arrival.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_7_136" id="Linenote_7_136"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_136" title="link to line number">136</a>. A rising-ground on Cannobie, on the borders of Liddesdale.&mdash;P. M.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_7_188" id="Linenote_7_188"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_188" title="link to line number">188</a>. The commendation of the Laird's Jock's honesty
+seems but indifferently founded; for, in July, 1586, a bill
+was fouled against him, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the
+Deputy of Bewcastle, at a warden-meeting, for 400 head
+of cattle taken in open foray from the Drysike in Bewcastle:
+and in September, 1587, another complaint appears at the
+instance of one Andrew Rutlege of the Nook, against the
+Laird's Jock, and his accomplices, for 50 kine and oxen,
+besides furniture, to the amount of 100 merks sterling. See
+Bell's MSS., as quoted in the <i>History of Cumberland and
+Westmoreland</i>. In Sir Richard Maitland's poem against the
+thieves of Liddesdale, he thus commemorates the Laird's
+Jock:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"They spuilye puir men of their pakis,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They leif them nocht on bed nor bakis:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Baith hen and cok,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With reil and rok,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The <i>Lairdis Jock</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All with him takis."&mdash;S.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JOCK_O_THE_SIDE" id="JOCK_O_THE_SIDE"></a>JOCK O' THE SIDE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Caw's <i>Poetical Museum</i>, p. 145.</p>
+
+
+<p>The rescue of a prisoner from the hands of justice
+was a very favourite subject with ballad-makers, and,
+it is to be feared, no uncommon event in the actual
+experience of the police of former days. We have in
+the fifth volume seen how such an affair was conducted<!-- Page 81 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>
+by Robin Hood and his associates; and in <i><a href="#KINMONT_WILLIE">Kinmont
+Willie</a></i> have had an authenticated account of a remarkable
+exploit of this description at the close of
+the reign of Elizabeth. The two ballads which follow
+have this same theme; but only the authority of tradition.
+<i>Jock o' the Side</i> has one circumstance in common
+with <i>Kinmont Willie</i>&mdash;the daring passage of the
+river: with <i><a href="#ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD">Archie of Ca'field</a></i> it agrees throughout.</p>
+
+<p>Jock o' the Side would seem to have been nephew
+to the Laird of Mangertoun (the chief of the clan
+Armstrong), and consequently cousin to the Laird's
+Jock. Scott suggests that he was probably brother to
+Christie of the Syde, mentioned in the list of Border
+clans, 1597. Both of these worthies receive special
+notice in Maitland's complaint <i>Against the Thieves of
+Liddisdale</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A greater thief did never ryde;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He nevir tyris<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to brek byris,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our muir and myris<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ouir gude ane guide."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>Scott has pointed out that Jock o' the Side assisted
+the Earl of Westmoreland in his escape after his insurrection
+with the Earl of Northumberland, in the
+twelfth year of Elizabeth.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I wat they had better staid at hame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Mitchel o' Winfield he is dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my son Johnie is prisoner ta'en."<!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Mangerton-House Auld Downie is gane,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her coats she has kilted up to her knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down the water wi' speed she rins,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While tears in spaits fa' fast frae her eie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and bespake the Lord Mangerton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Bad news, bad news, my Lord Mangerton;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mitchel is kill'd, and tane they hae my son Johnie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ne'er fear, sister Downie," quo' Mangerton;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I hae yokes of oxen, four and twentie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weel fill'd,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I'll part wi' them a', ere Johnie shall die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Three men I'll take to set him free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Weel harness'd a' wi' best o' steel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The English rogues may hear, and drie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The weight o' their braid-swords to feel.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O Hobie Noble, thou ane maun be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thy coat is blue, thou has been true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since England banish'd thee, to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Hobie was an English man,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Bewcastle-dale was bred and born;<!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his misdeeds they were sae great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They banish'd him ne'er to return.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord Mangerton them orders gave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Your horses the wrang way maun a' be shod;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like gentlemen ye must not seem,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But look like corn-caugers gawn ae road.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Your armour gude ye maunna shaw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor ance appear like men o' weir;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As country lads be all array'd,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' branks and brecham on ilk mare."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sae now a' their horses are shod the wrang way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Hobie has mounted his grey sae fine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jock his lively bay, Wat's on his white horse behind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on they rode for the water o' Tyne.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At the <a name="LNanchor_8_41" id="LNanchor_8_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_8_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cholerford</a> they a' light down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there, wi' the help o' the light o' the moon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A tree they cut, wi' fifteen naggs upo' ilk side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To climb up the wa' o' Newcastle town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when they cam to Newcastle town,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And were alighted at the wa',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They fand their tree three ells o'er laigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They fand their stick baith short and sma'.<!-- Page 84 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spake the Laird's ain Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"There's naething for't, the gates we maun force;"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when they cam the gates unto,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A proud porter withstood baith men and horse.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His neck in twa I wat they hae wrung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' hand or foot he ne'er play'd paw;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His life and his keys at anes they hae tane,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And cast his body ahind the wa'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now soon they reach Newcastle jail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the pris'ner thus they call;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sleips thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or is thou wearied o' thy thrall?"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Aft, aft I wake&mdash;I seldom sleip:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But wha's this kens my name sae weel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thus to hear my waes do[es] seek?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spake the good Laird's Jock,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Ne'er fear ye now, my billie," quo' he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"For here's the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O had thy tongue, and speak nae mair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And o' thy tawk now let me be;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if a' Liddisdale were here the night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The morn's the day that I maun die.<!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They hae laid a' right sair on me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into this dungeon mirk and drearie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fear ye no that," quo' the Laird's Jock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Work thou within, we'll work without,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I'll be bound we set thee free."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first strong dore that they came at,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They loosed it without a key;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The next chain'd dore that they cam at,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They gar'd it a' in flinders flee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The pris'ner now, upo' his back,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Laird's Jock's gotten up fu' hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And down the stair, him, irons and a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' nae sma' speed and joy brings he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, Jock, I wat," quo' Hobie Noble,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Part o' the weight ye may lay on me;"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I wat weel no!" quo' the Laird's Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I count him lighter than a flee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sae out at the gates they a' are gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pris'ner's set on horseback hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now wi' speed they've tane the gate,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie.<!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O Jock, sae winsomely's ye ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' baith your feet upo' ae side!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sae weel's ye're harness'd, and sae trig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In troth ye sit like ony bride!"<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The night, tho' wat, they didna mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But hied them on fu' mirrilie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they cam to Cholerford brae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the water ran like mountains hie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when they came to Cholerford,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There they met with an auld man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says&mdash;"Honest man, will the water ride?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tell us in haste, if that ye can."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I wat weel no," quo' the good auld man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Here I hae liv'd this threty yeirs and three,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor rinning ance sae like a sea."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spake the Laird's saft Wat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The greatest coward in the company&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now halt, now halt, we needna try't;<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The day is com'd we a' maun die!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Poor faint-hearted thief!" quo' the Laird's ain Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"There'll nae man die but he that's fie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll lead ye a' right safely through;<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><span class="i2">Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sae now the water they a' hae tane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By anes and twas they a' swam through;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Here are we a' safe," says the Laird's Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And, poor faint Wat, what think ye now?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They scarce the ither side had won,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When twenty men they saw pursue;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frae Newcastle town they had been sent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A' English lads, right good and true.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when the <a name="LNanchor_8_129" id="LNanchor_8_129"></a><a href="#Linenote_8_129" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">land-sergeant</a> the water saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"It winna ride, my lads," quo' he;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then out he cries&mdash;"Ye the pris'ner may take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But leave the irons, I pray, to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I wat weel no," cry'd the Laird's Jock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My good grey mare&mdash;for I am sure,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She's bought them a' fu' dear frae thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sae now they're away for Liddisdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en as fast as they cou'd them hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pris'ner 's brought to his ain fire-side,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><span class="i2">And there o's aims they make him free.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, Jock, my billie," quo' a' the three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"The day was com'd thou was to die;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou's as weel at thy ain fire-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now sitting, I think, 'tween thee and me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hae gard fill up ae punch-bowl,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And after it they maun hae anither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus the night they a' hae spent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Just as they had been brither and brither.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_8_41" id="Linenote_8_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_8_41" title="link to line number">41</a>. Cholerford is a ford on the Tyne, above Hexham.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_8_129" id="Linenote_8_129"></a><a href="#LNanchor_8_129" title="link to line number">129</a>. The land-sergeant (mentioned also in <i>Hobbie Noble</i>)
+was an officer under the warden, to whom was committed
+the apprehending of delinquents, and the care of the public
+peace.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD" id="ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD"></a>ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 116.</p>
+
+
+<p>This is substantially the same story as <i><a href="#JOCK_O_THE_SIDE">Jock o' the
+Side</a></i>. <a href="#BILLIE_ARCHIE">Another version from Motherwell's collection</a>,
+is subjoined.</p>
+
+<p>"Ca'field, or Calfield," says Scott, "is a place in
+Wauchopdale, belonging of old to the Armstrongs.
+In the account betwixt the English and Scottish
+Marches, Jock and Geordie of Ca'field, then called
+Calf-hill, are repeatedly marked as delinquents.
+<i>History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, vol. i. Introduction,
+p. 33."</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I was a-walking mine alane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was by the dawning of the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I heard twa brithers make their mane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I listen'd weel to what they did say.<!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The youngest to the eldest said,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Blythe and merrie how can we be?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There were three brithren of us born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ane of us is condemn'd to die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And ye wad be merrie, and ye wad be sad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What the better wad billy Archie be?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless I had thirty men to mysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' to ride in my cumpanie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ten to hald the horses' heads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And other ten the watch to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ten to break up the strong prison,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where billy Archie he does lie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spak him <a name="LNanchor_9a_17" id="LNanchor_9a_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_9a_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">mettled John Hall</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(The luve of Teviotdale aye was he,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"An I had eleven men to mysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It's aye the twalt man I wad be."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(I wot and little gude worth was he,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Thirty men is few anew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' to ride in our companie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was horsing, horsing in haste,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there was marching on the lee,<!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they cam to Murraywhate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they lighted there right speedilie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A smith! a smith!" Dickie he cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"A smith, a smith, right speedilie,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For it's unkensome we wad be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There lives a smith on the water-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will shoe my little black mare for me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I've a crown in my pocket,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every groat of it I wad gie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The night is mirk, and it's very mirk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And by candle-light I canna weel see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there will never a nail ca' right for me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Shame fa' you and your trade baith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Canna beet a good fellow by your mystery;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But leeze me on thee, my little black mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was horsing, horsing in haste,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there was marching upon the lee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they cam to Dumfries port,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they lighted there right speedilie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's five of us will hold the horse,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 91 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span><span class="i2">And other five will watchmen be:"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"But wha's the man among ye a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will gae to the Tolbooth door wi' me?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O up then spak him mettled John Hall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(Frae the Laigh Teviotdale was he,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If it should cost my life this very night,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll gae to the Tolbooth door wi' thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Be of gude cheir, now, Archie, lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be of gude cheir, now, dear billie!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Work thou within, and we without,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the morn thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O Jockie Hall stepp'd to the door,<span class="linenum">61</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he bended low back his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he made the bolts, the door hang on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Loup frae the wa' right wantonlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He took the prisoner on his back,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And down the Tolbooth stair cam he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The black mare stood ready at the door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wot a foot ne'er stirred she.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They laid the links out owre her neck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that was her <a name="LNanchor_9a_70" id="LNanchor_9a_70"></a><a href="#Linenote_9a_70" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">gold twist</a> to be;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they cam doun thro' Dumfries toun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wow but they cam speedilie!<!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The live-lang night these twelve men rade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aye till they were right wearie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they cam to the Murraywhate,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they lighted there right speedilie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A smith! a smith!" then Dickie he cries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"A smith, a smith, right speedilie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To file the irons frae my dear brither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For forward, forward we wad be."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hadna filed a shackle of iron,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A shackle of iron but barely thrie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When out and spak young Simon brave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"O dinna you see what I do see?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Lo! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' a hundred men in his companie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night will be our lyke-wake night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The morn the day we a' maun die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O there was mounting, mounting in haste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there was marching upon the lee;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they cam to Annan water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And it was flowing like the sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My mare is young and very skeigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in o' the weil she will drown me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sune through the water we sall be."<!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(I wot and little gude worth was he,)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We had better lose ane than lose a' the lave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Shame fa' you and your lands baith!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wad ye e'en your lands to your born billy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And yet thro' the water we sall be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now they did swim that wan water,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wow but they swam bonnilie!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they cam to the other side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me!<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there is an ale-house here hard by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And it shall not cost thee ae penny."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I wot they cost me dear eneugh;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha',<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come thro', and drink some wine wi' me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yestreen I was your prisoner,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But now this morning am I free."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_9a_17" id="Linenote_9a_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_9a_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. Mettled John Hall, from the laigh Teviotdale, is perhaps
+John Hall of Newbigging, mentioned in the list of Border
+clans as one of the chief men of name residing on the
+Middle Marches in 1597.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_9a_70" id="Linenote_9a_70"></a><a href="#LNanchor_9a_70" title="link to line number">70</a>. The <i>gold twist</i> means the small gilded chains drawn
+across the chest of a war-horse, as a part of his caparison.&mdash;S.<!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="BILLIE_ARCHIE" id="BILLIE_ARCHIE"></a>BILLIE ARCHIE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 335.</p>
+
+
+<p>A North-Country version of <a href="#ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD">the preceding ballad</a>.
+There is another copy in Buchan's larger collection,
+i. 111, <i>The Three Brothers</i>.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Seven years have I loved my love,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And seven years my love's loved me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now to-morrow is the day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Billie Archie, my love, must die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out then spoke him Little Dickie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And still the best fellow was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Had I but five men and mysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then we would borrow Billie Archie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out it spoke him Caff o' Lin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And still the worst fellow was he;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ye shall have five men and yoursell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will bear you companie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We will not go like to dragoons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor yet will we like grenadiers;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we will go like corn-dealers,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lay our brechams on our meares.<!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And twa of us will watch the road,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And other twa between will gang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will go to jail-house door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hold the prisoner unthought lang."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wha is this at the jail-house door,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sa weel as they do ken the gin?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It's I mysell," said him Little Dickie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And O sae fain's I would be in!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Awa, let all your folly be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If the Lord Lieutenant come on you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like unto dogs he'll cause you die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hold you, hold you, Billy Archie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now let all your folly be;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though I die without, you'll not die within,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For borrowed shall your body be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Awa, let all this folly be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An hundred pounds of Spanish irons<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is all bound on my fair bodie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wi' plough coulters and gavelocks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They made the jail-house door to flee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"And in God's name," said Little Dickie,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><span class="i2">"Cast you the prisoner behind me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They had not rade a great way off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all the haste that ever could be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they espied the Lord Lieutenant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a hundred men in companie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when they cam to wan water,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It now was rumbling like the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then were they got into a strait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As great a strait as well could be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then out did speak him Caff o' Lin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aye the warst fellow was he:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now God be with my wife and bairns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For fatherless my babes will be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My horse is young, he cannot swim;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The water's deep, and will not wade;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My children must be fatherless,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My wife a widow, whate'er betide."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O then cried out him Little Dickie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And still the best fellow was he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Take you my mare, I'll take your horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Devil drown my mare and thee!"<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now they have taken the wan water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though it was roaring like the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they gat to the other side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat they bragged right crousilie.<!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come thro', come thro', now, Lord Lieutenant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O do come thro', I pray of thee;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is an alehouse not far off,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll dine you and your companie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O now let all your taunting be;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's not a man in the king's army<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That would have tried what's done by thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Cast back, cast back my fetters again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cast back my fetters, I say to thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And get you gane the way you came,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wish no prisoners like to thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I have a mare, she's called Meg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best in all our low countrie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If she gang barefoot till they're done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An ill death may your Lordship die."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="HOBIE_NOBLE" id="HOBIE_NOBLE"></a>HOBIE NOBLE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Caw's <i>Poetical Museum</i>, p. 193.</p>
+
+
+<p>"We have seen the hero of this ballad act a distinguished
+part in the deliverance of Jock o' the Side,
+and are now to learn the ungrateful return which the
+Armstrongs made him for his faithful services. Hal<!-- Page 98 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>bert,
+or Hobbie, Noble appears to have been one of
+those numerous English outlaws, who, being forced to
+fly their own country, had established themselves on
+the Scottish Borders. As Hobbie continued his depredations
+upon the English, they bribed some of his
+hosts, the Armstrongs, to decoy him into England
+under pretence of a predatory expedition. He was
+there delivered, by his treacherous companions, into
+the hands of the officers of justice, by whom he was
+conducted to Carlisle, and executed next morning.
+The Laird of Mangertoun, with whom Hobbie was in
+high favour, is said to have taken a severe revenge
+upon the traitors who betrayed him. The principal
+contriver of the scheme, called here Sim o' the
+Maynes, fled into England from the resentment of his
+chief; but experienced there the common fate of a
+traitor, being himself executed at Carlisle, about two
+months after Hobbie's death. Such is, at least, the
+tradition of Liddesdale. Sim o' the Maynes appears
+among the Armstrongs of Whitauch, in Liddesdale,
+in the list of Clans so often alluded to."&mdash;<i>Minstrelsy
+of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 90.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Liddisdale may safely say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For in it there was baith meat and drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And corn unto our geldings gay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We were stout-hearted men and true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As England it did often say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now we may turn our backs and fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since brave Noble is seld away.<!-- Page 99 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Hobie he was an English man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And born into Bewcastle dale;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his misdeeds they were sae great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They banish'd him to Liddisdale.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At <a name="LNanchor_10_13" id="LNanchor_10_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Kershope foot</a> the tryst was set,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Kershope of the lily lee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there was traitour Sim o' <a name="LNanchor_10_15" id="LNanchor_10_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the Mains</a>,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With him a private companie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Hobie has graith'd his body weel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat it was wi' baith good iron and steel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has pull'd out his fringed grey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Hobie is down the water gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en as fast as he may drie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Weel may ye be, my feiries five!<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aye, what is your wills wi' me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they cry'd a' wi' ae consent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.<!-- Page 100 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wilt thou with us in England ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thy safe warrand we will be?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon his back that thou shalt be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I dare not with you into England ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Land-sergeant has me at feid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I know not what evil may betide,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And Anton Shiel, he loves not me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_10_38" id="LNanchor_10_38"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_38" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The great <a name="LNanchor_10_39" id="LNanchor_10_39"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Earl of Whitfield</a> loves me not,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But will ye stay till the day gae down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until the night come o'er the grund,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll be a guide worth ony twa<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That may in Liddisdale be fund.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tho' dark the night as pick and tar,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll guide ye o'er yon hills fu' hie,<!-- Page 101 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring ye a' in safety back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If you'll be true and follow me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's guided them o'er moss and muir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er hill and houp, and mony a down;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then word is gane to the Land-sergeant,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In <a name="LNanchor_10_54" id="LNanchor_10_54"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_54" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Askirton</a> where that he lay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"The deer that ye hae hunted lang<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is seen into the Waste this day."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then Hobie Noble is that deer!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat he carries the style fu' hie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set yourselves at little lee.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">See they shaft their arrows on the wa'!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warn <a name="LNanchor_10_63" id="LNanchor_10_63"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_63" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Willeva</a>, and <a href="#Linenote_10_63" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Spear Edom</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see the morn they meet me a'.<!-- Page 102 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gar meet me on the <a href="#Linenote_10_63" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Rodrie-haugh</a>,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see it be by break o' day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will on to <a href="#Linenote_10_63" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Conscowthart-Green</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For there, I think, we'll get our prey."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Hobie Noble has dream'd a dream,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the Foulbogsheil where that he lay;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He thought his horse was 'neath him shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he himself got hard away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I wat so even down fell the rain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If Hobie had no waken'd at that time,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Get up, get up, my feiries five!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I wat here makes a fu' ill day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the warst <a name="LNanchor_10_79" id="LNanchor_10_79"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_79" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">cloak</a> of this companie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hope shall cross the Waste this day."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, ever alas! it was not sae:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That away brave Noble could not gae.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Yet follow me, my feiries five,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see of me ye keep good ray;<!-- Page 103 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the worst <a name="LNanchor_10_87" id="LNanchor_10_87"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_79" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">cloak</a> of this companie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I hope shall cross the Waste this day."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was heaps of men now Hobie before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And other heaps was him behind,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That had he been as wight as Wallace was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away brave Noble he could not win.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But he did more than a laddies deed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the midst of Conscouthart-Green,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He brake it o'er Jersawigham's head.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I wat heart was ne'er sae sair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As when his ain five band him on the brae.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They have tane him for West Carlisle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They ask'd him if he knew the way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He knew the way as well as they.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hae tane him up the <a name="LNanchor_10_105" id="LNanchor_10_105"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_105" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Ricker-gate</a>;<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The wives they cast their windows wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ilka wife to anither can say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fy on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 104 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><span class="i2">For it's nae man that I'm used like;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm but like a forfoughen hound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has been fighting in a dirty syke."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they hae tane him up thro' Carlisle town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set him by the chimney fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that was little his desire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And after that a can o' beer;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they cried a', wi' ae consent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Confess my lord's horse, Hobie," they say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And the morn in Carlisle thou's no die;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"How shall I confess them?" Hobie says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"For I never saw them with mine eye."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Hobie has sworn a fu' great aith&mdash;<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the day that he was gotten or born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He never had onything o' my lord's,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That either eat him grass or corn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now fare thee weel, sweet <a name="LNanchor_10_129" id="LNanchor_10_129"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_129" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Mangerton</a>!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I think again I'll ne'er thee see:<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wad betray nae lad alive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a' the goud in Christentie.<!-- Page 105 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And fare thee weel, now Liddisdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baith the hie land and the law!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains!<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For goud and gear he'll sell ye a'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'd rather be ca'd Hobie Noble,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Carlisle, where he suffers for his faut,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before I were ca'd traitor Mains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That eats and drinks of meal and maut."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_13" id="Linenote_10_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. Kershope-burn, where Hobbie met his treacherous
+companions, falls into the Liddel, from the English side, at a
+place called Turnersholm, where, according to tradition, tourneys
+and games of chivalry were often solemnized.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_15" id="Linenote_10_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_15" title="link to line number">15</a>. The Mains was anciently a Border-keep, near Castletown,
+on the north side of the Liddel, but is now totally demolished.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_38" id="Linenote_10_38"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_38" title="link to line number">38</a>. For twa drifts of his sheep I gat.&mdash;P. M.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_39" id="Linenote_10_39"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_39" title="link to line number">39</a>. Whitfield is explained by Mr. Ellis of Otterbourne to
+be a large and rather wild manorial district in the extreme
+southwest part of Northumberland; the proprietor of which
+might be naturally called the Lord, though not <i>Earl</i> of Whitfield.
+I suspect, however, that the reciters may have corrupted
+the <i>great</i> Ralph Whitfield into Earl of Whitfield.
+Sir Matthew Whitfield of Whitfield, was Sheriff of Northumberland
+in 1433, and the estate continued in the family from
+the reign of Richard II. till about fifty years since.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_54" id="Linenote_10_54"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_54" title="link to line number">54</a>. Askerton is an old castle, now ruinous, situated in the
+wilds of Cumberland, about seventeen miles north-east of
+Carlisle, amidst that mountainous and desolate tract of
+country bordering upon Liddesdale, emphatically termed the
+Waste of Bewcastle.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_63" id="Linenote_10_63"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_63" title="link to line number">63-67</a>. Willeva and Speir Edom are small districts in Bewcastledale,
+through which also the Hartlie-burn takes its
+course. Conscouthart-Green, and Rodrie-haugh, and the
+Foulbogshiel, are the names of places in the same wilds,
+through which the Scottish plunderers generally made their
+raids upon England.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_79" id="Linenote_10_79"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_79" title="link to line number">79</a>, <a href="#LNanchor_10_87" title="link to line number">87</a>. clock.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_105" id="Linenote_10_105"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_105" title="link to line number">105</a>. A street in Carlisle.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_10_129" id="Linenote_10_129"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_129" title="link to line number">129</a>. Of the Castle of Mangertoun, so often mentioned in
+these ballads, there are very few vestiges. It was situated on
+the banks of the Liddell, below Castletoun.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JAMIE_TELFER" id="JAMIE_TELFER"></a>JAMIE TELFER
+OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 3.</p>
+
+
+<p>"There is another ballad, under the same title as
+the following, in which nearly the same incidents
+are narrated, with little difference, except that the
+honour of rescuing the cattle is attributed to the Liddesdale
+Elliots, headed by a chief, there called Martin
+Elliot of the Preakin Tower, whose son, Simon, is
+said to have fallen in the action. It is very possible,
+that both the Teviotdale Scotts, and the Elliots, were
+engaged in the affair, and that each claimed the
+honour of the victory.</p>
+
+<p>"The Editor presumes, that the Willie Scott, here<!-- Page 106 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span>
+mentioned, must have been a natural son of the
+Laird of Buccleuch."&mdash;S.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It fell about the Martinmas tyde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When our Border steeds get corn and hay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first ae guide that they met wi',<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was high up in <a name="LNanchor_11_6" id="LNanchor_11_6"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_6" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Hardhaughswire</a>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The second guide that they met wi',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was laigh down in Borthwick water.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gin ye'll gae to the fair <a name="LNanchor_11_11" id="LNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Dodhead</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they cam to the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Right hastily they clam the peel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They loosed the kye out, ane and a',<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ranshackled the house right weel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The tear aye rowing in his ee;<!-- Page 107 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He pled wi' the Captain to hae his gear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else revenged he wad be.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Captain turned him round and leugh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said&mdash;"Man, there's naething in thy house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ae auld sword without a sheath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That hardly now would fell a mouse."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The sun wasna up, but the moon was down,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was the gryming of a new-fa'n snaw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Between the Dodhead and the <a name="LNanchor_11_28" id="LNanchor_11_28"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_28" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Stobs's Ha'</a>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when he cam to the fair tower yate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a harried man I think I be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's naething left at the fair Dodhead,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But a waefu' wife and bairnies three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gae seek your succour at <a name="LNanchor_11_37" id="LNanchor_11_37"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_37" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Branksome Ha'</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For succour ye'se get nane frae me;<!-- Page 108 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Jamie has turned him round about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat the tear blinded his ee&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the fair Dodhead I'll never see!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_11_45" id="LNanchor_11_45"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">"My hounds may a' rin masterless,</a><span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_11_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_11_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">My lord may grip my vassal lands,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_11_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For there again maun I never be!"</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has turn'd him to the Tiviot side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">E'en as fast as he could drie,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he cam to the <a name="LNanchor_11_51" id="LNanchor_11_51"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_51" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Coultart Cleugh</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there he shouted baith loud and hie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A harried man I trow I be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But a greeting wife and bairnies three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sax poor ca's stand in the sta',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A' routing loud for their minnie."<span class="linenum">60</span><!-- Page 109 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Alack a wae!" quo' auld Jock Grieve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Alack, my heart is sair for thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I was married on the elder sister,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And you on the youngest of a' the three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then he has ta'en out a bonny black,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was right weel fed with corn and hay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till out and spak him William's Wat&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"O whae's this brings the fraye to me?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A harried man I think I be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For God's sake rise, and succour me!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Alas for wae!" quoth William's Wat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Alack, for thee my heart is sair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never cam by the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I fand thy basket bare."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Himsell upon a freckled gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye.<!-- Page 110 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they cam to Branksome Ha',<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They shouted a' baith loud and hie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Said&mdash;"Whae's this brings the fraye to me?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a harried man I think I be;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's nought left in the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But a greeting wife and bairnies three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Alack for wae!" quoth the gude auld lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And ever my heart is wae for thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But fye, gar cry on Willie, my son,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see that he come to me speedilie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gar <a name="LNanchor_11_97" id="LNanchor_11_97"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_97" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">warn the water</a>, braid and wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gar warn it sune and hastilie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let them never look in the face o' me!<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Warn Wat o' <a name="LNanchor_11_101" id="LNanchor_11_101"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_101" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Harden</a>, and his sons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' them will Borthwick Water ride;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.<!-- Page 111 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_11_105" id="LNanchor_11_105"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_105" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">"Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,</a><span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And warn the Currors o' the Lee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinberry."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sae starkly and sae steadilie,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And aye the ower-word o' the thrang<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was&mdash;"Rise for Branksome readilie!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The gear was driven the <a name="LNanchor_11_113" id="LNanchor_11_113"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_113" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Frostylee</a> up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frae the Frostylee unto the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whan Willie has look'd his men before,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And saw the kye right fast drivand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Whae drives thir kye?" gan Willie say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"To make an outspeckle o' me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It's I, the Captain o' Bewcastle, Willie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I winna layne my name for thee."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O will ye let Telfer's kye gae back?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or will ye do aught for regard o' me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or, by the faith of my body," quo' Willie Scott,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I'se ware my dame's cauf skin on thee."<!-- Page 112 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I winna let the kye gae back,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In spite of every Scott that's here."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Set on them, lads!" quo' Willie than;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Fye, lads, set on them cruellie!<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For ere they win to the Ritterford,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Mony a toom saddle there sall be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then til't they gaed, wi' heart and hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The blows fell thick as bickering hail;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mony a horse ran masterless,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mony a comely cheek was pale.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Willie was stricken ower the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Harden grat for very rage,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whan Willie on the grund lay slane.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But he's ta'en aff his gude steel cap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thrice he's waved it in the air;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The <a name="LNanchor_11_143" id="LNanchor_11_143"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_143" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Dinlay</a> snaw was ne'er mair white<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Revenge! revenge!" auld Wat 'gan cry;<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or Willie's death revenged sall be."<!-- Page 113 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O mony a horse ran masterless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The splinter'd lances flew on hie;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But or they wan ta the Kershope ford,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Scotts had gotten the victory.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_11_153" id="LNanchor_11_153"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_153" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">John o' Brigham</a> there was slane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And John o' Barlow, as I heard say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thirty mae o' the Captain's men<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay bleeding on the grund that day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And broken was his right leg bane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If he had lived this hundred years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had never been loved by woman again.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Hae back the kye!" the Captain said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Dear kye, I trow, to some they be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For gin I suld live a hundred years,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There will ne'er fair lady smile on me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then word is gane to the Captain's bride,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even in the bower where that she lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since into Tividale he had led the way.<!-- Page 114 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And helped to put it ower his head,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was a wild gallant amang us a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cried&mdash;"On for his house in <a name="LNanchor_11_175" id="LNanchor_11_175"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_175" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Stanegirthside</a>,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If ony man will ride with us!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they cam to the Stanegirthside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They dang wi' trees, and burst the door;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They loosed out a' the Captain's kye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set them forth our lads before.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A wee bit o' the Captain's kin&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Whae dar loose out the Captain's kye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or answer to him and his men?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I winna layne my name frae thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will loose out the Captain's kye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In scorn of a' his men and he."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were a wellcum sight to see;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For instead of his ain ten milk kye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.<!-- Page 115 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he has paid the rescue shot,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baith wi' goud and white monie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at the burial o' Willie Scott,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_11_196" id="LNanchor_11_196"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_196" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">I wat was mony a weeping ee.</a><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_6" id="Linenote_11_6"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_6" title="link to line number">6-8</a>. Hardhaughswire is the pass from Liddesdale to the
+head of Teviotdale. Borthwick water is a stream which
+falls into the Teviot three miles above Hawick.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_11" id="Linenote_11_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_11" title="link to line number">11</a>. The Dodhead, in Selkirkshire, near Singlee, where
+there are still the vestiges of an old tower.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_28" id="Linenote_11_28"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_28" title="link to line number">28</a>. Stobs Hall, upon Slitterick, the seat of Sir William,
+of that clan. Jamie Telfer made his first application here,
+because he <i>seems</i> to have paid the proprietor of the castle
+<i>black-mail</i>, or protection money.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_37" id="Linenote_11_37"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_37" title="link to line number">37</a>. The ancient family-seat of the Lairds of Buccleuch,
+near Hawick.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_45" id="Linenote_11_45"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_45" title="link to line number">45-48</a>. See <i>Young Beichan</i>, vol. iv. p. 3.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_51" id="Linenote_11_51"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_51" title="link to line number">51</a>. The Coultart Cleugh is nearly opposite to Carlinrig,
+on the road between Hawick and Mosspaul.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_97" id="Linenote_11_97"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_97" title="link to line number">97</a>. The <i>water</i>, in the mountainous districts of Scotland,
+is often used to express the banks of the river, which are the
+only inhabitable parts of the country. <i>To raise the water</i>,
+therefore, was to alarm those who lived along its side.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_101" id="Linenote_11_101"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_101" title="link to line number">101</a>. The estates, mentioned in this verse, belonged to
+families of the name of Scott, residing upon the waters of
+Borthwick and Teviot, near the castle of their chief.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_105" id="Linenote_11_105"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_105" title="link to line number">105</a>. The pursuers seem to have taken the road through
+the hills of Liddesdale, in order to collect forces, and intercept
+the forayers at the passage of the Liddel, on their return
+to Bewcastle. The Ritterford and Kershope-ford, after-mentioned,
+are noted fords on the river Liddel.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_113" id="Linenote_11_113"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_113" title="link to line number">113</a>. The Frostylee is a brook, which joins the Teviot,
+near Mosspaul.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_143" id="Linenote_11_143"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_143" title="link to line number">143</a>. The Dinlay is a mountain in Liddesdale.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_153" id="Linenote_11_153"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_153" title="link to line number">153</a>. Perhaps one of the ancient family of Brougham, in
+Cumberland. The Editor has used some freedom with the
+original in the subsequent verse. The account of the
+Captain's disaster is rather too <i>naïve</i> for literal publication.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_175" id="Linenote_11_175"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_175" title="link to line number">175</a>. A house belonging to the Foresters, situated on the
+English side of the Liddel.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_11_196" id="Linenote_11_196"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_196" title="link to line number">196</a>. An article in the list of attempts upon England, fouled
+by the Commissioners at Berwick, in the year 1587, may
+relate to the subject of the foregoing ballad.</p>
+
+<p class="center">October, 1582.</p>
+
+<table summary="">
+<tr><td>Thomas Musgrave, deputy<br />
+of Bewcastle, and<br />
+the tenants, against</td>
+<td class="bigbrace">{</td>
+<td>Walter Scott, Laird<br />
+of Buckluth, and his<br />
+complices; for</td>
+<td class="bigbrace">}</td>
+<td>200 kine and<br />
+oxen, 300 gait<br />
+and sheep.</td></tr>
+</table>
+
+<p><i>Introduction to the History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>,
+p. 31.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT" id="THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT"></a>THE FRAY OF SUPORT.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 124.</p>
+
+
+<p>"Of all the Border ditties which have fallen into
+the Editor's hands, this is by far the most uncouth and
+savage. It is usually chanted in a sort of wild recitative,
+except the burden, which swells into a long and
+varied howl, not unlike to a view hollo'. The words,
+and the very great irregularity of the stanza (if it deserves
+the name) sufficiently point out its intention
+and origin. An English woman, residing in Suport,
+near the foot of the Kers-hope, having been plundered
+in the night by a band of the Scottish moss-troopers,
+is supposed to convoke her servants and friends for
+the pursuit, or <i>Hot Trod</i>; upbraiding them, at the<!-- Page 116 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span>
+same time, in homely phrase, for their negligence and
+security. The <i>Hot Trod</i> was followed by the persons
+who had lost goods, with blood-hounds and horns, to
+raise the country to help. They also used to carry a
+burning wisp of straw at a spear head, and to raise a
+cry, similar to the Indian war-whoop. It appears, from
+articles made by the Wardens of the English Marches,
+September 12th, in 6th of Edward VI., that all, on
+this cry being raised, were obliged to follow the fray,
+or chase, under pain of death. With these explanations,
+the general purport of the ballad may be easily
+discovered, though particular passages have become
+inexplicable, probably through corruptions introduced
+by reciters. The present text is collected from four
+copies, which differed widely from each other."&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sleep'ry Sim of the Lamb-hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And snoring Jock of Suport-mill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye are baith right het and fou';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But my wae wakens na you.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last night I saw a sorry sight&mdash;<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nought left me o' four-and-twenty gude ousen and ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My weel-ridden gelding, and a white quey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a toom byre and a wide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the twelve nogs on ilka side.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' gane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Weel may ye ken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last night I was right scarce o' men:<!-- Page 117 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Toppet Hob o' the Mains had guesten'd in my house by chance;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I set him to wear the fore-door wi' the speir, while I kept the back-door wi' the lance;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they hae run him thro' the thick o' the thie, and broke his knee-pan,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the mergh o' his shin-bane has run down on his spur-leather whang:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's lame while he lives, and where'er he may gang.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' gane.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Peenye, my gude son, is out at the Hagbut-head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His een glittering for anger like a fiery gleed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crying&mdash;"Mak sure the nooks<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Maky's-muir crooks;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the wily Scot takes by nooks, hooks, and crooks.<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gin we meet a' together in a head the morn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll be merry men."<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' gane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's doughty Cuddy in the Heugh-head,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou was aye gude at a need;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With thy <a name="LNanchor_12_32" id="LNanchor_12_32"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_32" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">brock-skin bag</a> at thy belt,<!-- Page 118 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aye ready to mak a puir man help.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou maun awa' out to the Cauf-craigs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Where anes ye lost your ain twa naigs,)<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there toom thy brock-skin bag.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirst,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou was aye gude at a birst;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gude wi' a bow, and better wi' a speir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bauldest March-man that e'er follow'd gear:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come thou here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' gane.<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rise, ye carle coopers, frae making o' kirns and tubs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the <a name="LNanchor_12_47" id="LNanchor_12_47"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_47" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Nicol forest woods</a>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your craft hasna left the value of an oak rod,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if you had ony fear o' God,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Last night ye hadna slept sae sound,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And let my gear be a' ta'en.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah! lads, we'll fang them a' in a net,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I hae a' the fords o' Liddel set;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Dunkin and the Door-loup,<!-- Page 119 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Willie-ford, and the Water-slack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Black-rack and the Trout-dub of Liddel.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There stands John Forster, wi' five men at his back,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi bufft coat and cap of steil.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Boo! ca' at them e'en, Jock;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ford's sicker, I wat weil.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hoo! hoo! gar raise the Reid Souter, and Ringan's Wat,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' a broad elshin and a wicker;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wat weil they'll mak a ford sicker.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sae, whether they be Elliots or Armstrangs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or rough-riding Scots, or rude Johnstones,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or whether they be frae the Tarras or Ewsdale,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They maun turn and fight, or try the deeps o' Liddel.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ah! but they will play ye anither jigg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For they will out at the big rig,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thro' at <a name="LNanchor_12_76" id="LNanchor_12_76"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_76" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Fargy Grame</a>'s gap."<!-- Page 120 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I hae another wile for that:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I hae little Will, and Stalwart Wat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And lang Aicky, in the Souter Moor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' his sleuth-dog sits in his watch right sure.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shou'd the dog gie a bark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll be out in his sark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And die or won.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' ta'en.<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ha! boys!&mdash;I see a party appearing&mdash;wha's yon?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Methinks it's the <a name="LNanchor_12_87" id="LNanchor_12_87"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_87" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Captain of Bewcastle</a>, and Jephtha's John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Coming down by the foul steps of <a href="#Linenote_12_87" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Catlowdie</a>'s loan:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They'll make a' sicker, come which way they will.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ha, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_12_92" id="LNanchor_12_92"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_92" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Captain Musgrave</a>, and a' his band,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are coming down by the Siller-strand,<!-- Page 121 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Muckle toun-bell o' Carlisle is rung:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My gear was a' weel won,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And before it's carried o'er the Border, mony a man's gae down.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">My gear's a' gane.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_12_32" id="Linenote_12_32"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_32" title="link to line number">32</a>. The badger-skin pouch was used for carrying ammunition.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_12_47" id="Linenote_12_47"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_47" title="link to line number">47</a>. A wood in Cumberland, in which Suport is situated.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_12_76" id="Linenote_12_76"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_76" title="link to line number">76</a>. Fergus Grame of Sowport, as one of the chief men of
+that clan, became security to Lord Scroope for the good behaviour
+of his friends and dependents, 8th January, 1662.&mdash;<i>Introduction
+to History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, p.
+111.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_12_87" id="Linenote_12_87"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_87" title="link to line number">87-8</a>. According to the late Glenriddel's notes on this
+ballad, the office of Captain Bewcastle was held by the
+chief of the Nixons. Catlowdie is a small village in Cumberland,
+near the junction of the Esk and Liddel.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_12_92" id="Linenote_12_92"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_92" title="link to line number">92</a>. This was probably the famous Captain Jack Musgrave,
+who had charge of the watch along the Cryssop, or Kershope,
+as appears from the order of the watches appointed by Lord
+Wharton, when Deputy-Warden-General, in the 6th Edward
+VI.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="ROOKHOPE_RYDE" id="ROOKHOPE_RYDE"></a>ROOKHOPE RYDE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"A Bishopric Border song, composed in 1569,
+taken down from the chanting of George Collingwood
+the elder, late of Boltsburn, in the neighbourhood
+of Ryhope, who was interred at Stanhope, the 16th
+December, 1785.</p>
+
+<p>"Rookhope is the name of a valley about five miles
+in length; at the termination of which, Rookhope burn
+empties itself into the river Wear, and is in the
+north part of the parish of Stanhope, in Weardale.
+Rookhope-head is the top of the vale."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p>
+
+<p>The date of the event, says Sir W. Scott, is precisely
+ascertained to be (not 1569 but) the 6th of
+December, 1572, when the Tynedale robbers were
+encouraged to make a foray into Weardale in consequence
+of the confusion occasioned by the rebellion
+of Westmoreland and Northumberland.</p>
+
+<p>From Ritson's <i>Bishopric Garland</i> (p. 54), with one<!-- Page 122 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
+or two slight verbal improvements from the <i>Minstrelsy
+of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 101.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rookhope stands in a pleasant place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If the false thieves wad let it be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But away they steal our goods apace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ever an ill death may they dee!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And so is the men of <a name="LNanchor_13_5" id="LNanchor_13_5"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_5" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Thirlwall</a> and Willie-haver,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all their companies thereabout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is minded to do mischief,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And at their stealing stands not out.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But yet we will not slander them all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For there is of them good enow;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is a sore consumed tree<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That on it bears not one fresh bough.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord God! is not this a pitiful case,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That men dare not drive their goods to the fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But limmer thieves drives them away,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That fears neither heaven nor hell?<!-- Page 123 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord, send us peace into the realm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That every man may live on his own!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trust to God, if it be his will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That Weardale men may never be overthrown.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For great troubles they've had in hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With borderers pricking hither and thither,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the greatest fray that e'er they had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was with the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They gather'd together so royally,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The stoutest men and the best in gear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he that rade not on a horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat he rade on a weel-fed mear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So in the morning, before they came out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So weel I wot they broke their fast;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_13_31" id="LNanchor_13_31"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_31" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">In the [forenoon they came] unto a bye fell,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where some of them did eat their last.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they had eaten aye and done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They say'd some captains here needs must be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they choosed forth Harry Corbyl,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And 'Symon Fell,' and Martin Ridley.<!-- Page 124 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then o'er the moss, where as they came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With many a brank and whew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One of them could to another say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I think this day we are men enew.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For Weardale-men is a journey ta'en;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They are so far out o'er yon fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That some of them's with the <a name="LNanchor_13_43" id="LNanchor_13_43"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">two earls</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And others fast in Bernard castell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There we shall get gear enough,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For there is nane but women at hame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The sorrowful fend that they can make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is <a name="LNanchor_13_48" id="LNanchor_13_48"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_48" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">loudly</a> cries as they were slain."<!-- Page 125 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then in at Rookhope-head they came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there they thought tul a had their prey,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But they were spy'd coming over the Dry-rig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Soon upon <a name="LNanchor_13_52" id="LNanchor_13_52"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_52" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Saint Nicolas' day</a>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then in at Rookhope-head they came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They ran the forest but a mile;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They gather'd together in four hours<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Six hundred sheep within a while.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And horses I trow they gat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But either ane or twa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they gat them all but ane<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That belang'd to great Rowley.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That Rowley was the first man that did them spy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With that he raised a mighty cry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cry it came down Rookhope burn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And spread through Weardale hasteyly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then word came to the bailiff's house<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the <a name="LNanchor_13_66" id="LNanchor_13_66"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_66" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">East-gate</a>, where he did dwell;<!-- Page 126 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was walk'd out to the Smale-burns,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_13_68" id="LNanchor_13_68"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_68" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Which stands above the Hanging-well.</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His wife was wae when she heard tell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So weel she wist her husband wanted gear;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She gar'd saddle him his horse in haste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bailiff got wit before his gear came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That such news was in the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was sore troubled in his heart,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That on no earth that he could stand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His brother was hurt three days before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With limmer thieves that did him prick;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What ferly was't that he lay sick?<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But yet the bailiff shrinked nought,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But fast after them he did hye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so did all his neighbours near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That went to bear him company.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when the bailiff was gathered,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all his company,<!-- Page 127 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were numbered to never a man<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But forty under fifty.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The thieves was numbered a hundred men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat they were not of the worst<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That could be choosed out of Thirlwall and Willie-haver,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_13_92" id="LNanchor_13_92"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_92" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[I trow they were the very first.]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But all that was in Rookhope-head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all that was i' Nuketon-cleugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Weardale-men o'ertook the thieves,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there they gave them fighting eneugh.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So sore they made them fain to flee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As many was 'a'' out of hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, for tul have been at home again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They would have been in iron bands.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And for the space of long seven years<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As sore they mighten a' had their lives,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But there was never one of them<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever thought to have seen their 'wives.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">About the time the fray began,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I trow it lasted but an hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till many a man lay weaponless,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And was sore wounded in that stour.<!-- Page 128 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Also before that hour was done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Four of the thieves were slain,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Besides all those that wounded were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And eleven prisoners there was ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">George Carrick, and his brother Edie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Them two, I wot they were both slain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Harry Corbyl, and Lennie Carrick,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bore them company in their pain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One of our Weardale-men was slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rowland Emerson his name hight;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trust to God his soul is well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because he 'fought' unto the right.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But thus they say'd, "We'll not depart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While we have one:&mdash;speed back again!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they came amongst the dead men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There they found George Carrick slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they found George Carrick slain,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wot it went well near their 'heart;'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord, let them never make a better end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That comes to play them sicken a 'part.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I trust to God, no more they shall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except it be one for a great chance;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For God will punish all those<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a great heavy pestilence.<!-- Page 129 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thir limmer thieves, they have good hearts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They nevir think to be o'erthrown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three banners against Weardale-men they bare,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As if the world had been all their own.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thir Weardale-men, they have good hearts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They are as stiff as any tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For, if they'd every one been slain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Never a foot back man would flee.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And such a storm amongst them fell<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As I think you never heard the like,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he that bears his head so high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He oft-times falls into the dyke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And now I do entreat you all,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As many as are present here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To pray for [the] singer of this song,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For he sings to make blithe your cheer.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_5" id="Linenote_13_5"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_5" title="link to line number">5</a>. Thirlwall, or Thirlitwall, is said by Fordun, the Scottish
+historian, to be a name given to the Picts' or Roman wall,
+from its having been thirled, or perforated, in ancient times,
+by the Scots and Picts.</p>
+
+<p>Willie-haver, or Willeva, is a small district or township in
+the parish of Lanercost, near Bewcastledale, in Cumberland,
+mentioned in the ballad of <i>Hobie Noble</i>.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_31" id="Linenote_13_31"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_31" title="link to line number">31</a>. This would be about eleven o'clock, the usual dinner-hour
+in that period.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_43" id="Linenote_13_43"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_43" title="link to line number">43</a>. The two Earls were Thomas Percy, Earl of Northumberland,
+and Charles Nevil, Earl of Westmoreland, who, on
+the 15th of November, 1569, at the head of their tenantry
+and others, took arms for the purpose of liberating Mary,
+Queen of Scots, and restoring the old religion. They besieged
+Barnard castle, which was, for eleven days, stoutly defended
+by Sir George Bowes, who, afterward, being appointed the
+Queen's marshal, hanged the poor constables and peasantry
+by dozens in a day, to the amount of 800. The Earl of
+Northumberland, betrayed by the Scots, with whom he had
+taken refuge, was beheaded at York, on the 22d of August,
+1572; and the Earl of Westmoreland, deprived of the ancient
+and noble patrimony of the Nevils, and reduced to beggary,
+escaped over sea, into Flanders, and died in misery and disgrace,
+being the last of his family.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson</span>. See <i>The Rising
+in the North</i> and <i>Northumberland betrayed by Douglas</i>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_48" id="Linenote_13_48"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_48" title="link to line number">48</a>. This is still the phraseology of Westmoreland: a <i>poorly</i>
+man, a <i>softly</i> day, and the like.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson</span>.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_52" id="Linenote_13_52"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_52" title="link to line number">52</a>. The 6th of December.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_66" id="Linenote_13_66"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_66" title="link to line number">66</a>. Now a straggling village so called; originally, it would
+seem, the gate-house, or ranger's lodge, at the east entrance
+of Stanhope-park. At some distance from this place is Westgate,
+so called for a similar reason.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The mention of the bailiff's house at the East-gate is (were
+such a proof wanting) strongly indicative of the authenticity
+of the ballad. The family of Emerson of East-gate, a fief,
+if I may so call it, held under the bishop, long exercised the
+office of bailiff of Wolsingham, the chief town and borough
+of Weardale, and of Forster, &amp;c., under successive prelates.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Surtees.</span></p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_68" id="Linenote_13_68"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_68" title="link to line number">68</a>. A place in the neighbourhood of East-gate, known at
+present, as well as the Dry-rig, or Smale-burns.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_13_92" id="Linenote_13_92"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_92" title="link to line number">92</a>. The reciter, from his advanced age, could not recollect
+the original line thus imperfectly supplied.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE" id="THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE"></a>THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 15.</p>
+
+
+<p>This ballad is preserved in the Bannatyne MS.,
+and was first printed in Ramsay's <i>Evergreen</i>, ii. 224.
+Scott informs us that Ramsay took some liberties with
+the original text, and even interpolated the manuscript
+to favor his readings. A more accurate copy was
+given in the <i>Border Minstrelsy</i>. The text in Herd's<!-- Page 130 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span>
+<i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 91, and Caw's <i>Museum</i>, p. 235, is
+that of the <i>Evergreen</i>.</p>
+
+<p>"The skirmish of the Reidswire happened upon
+the 7th of June, 1575, at one of the meetings held by
+the Wardens of the Marches, for arrangements necessary
+upon the Border. Sir John Carmichael was
+the Scottish Warden, and Sir John Forster held that
+office on the English Middle March. In the course
+of the day, which was employed as usual in redressing
+wrongs, a bill, or indictment, at the instance of a
+Scottish complainer, was fouled (<i>i. e.</i> found a true bill)
+against one Farnstein, a notorious English freebooter.
+Forster alleged that he had fled from justice. Carmichael,
+considering this as a pretext to avoid making
+compensation for the felony, bade him "play fair!"
+to which the haughty English warden retorted, by
+some injurious expressions respecting Carmichael's
+family, and gave other open signs of resentment.
+His retinue, chiefly men of Redesdale and Tynedale,
+the most ferocious of the English Borderers, glad of
+any pretext for a quarrel, discharged a flight of arrows
+among the Scots. A warm conflict ensued, in
+which, Carmichael being beat down and made prisoner,
+success seemed at first to incline to the English
+side, till the Tynedale men, throwing themselves too
+greedily upon the plunder, fell into disorder; and a
+body of Jedburgh citizens arriving at that instant, the
+skirmish terminated in a complete victory on the part
+of the Scots, who took prisoners, the English warden,
+James Ogle, Cuthbert Collingwood, Francis Russell,
+son to the Earl of Bedford, and son-in-law to Forster,
+some of the Fenwicks, and several other Border chiefs.
+They were sent to the Earl of Morton, then Regent,
+who detained them at Dalkeith for some days, till the<!-- Page 131 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span>
+heat of their resentment was abated; which prudent
+precaution prevented a war betwixt the two kingdoms.
+He then dismissed them with great expressions
+of regard; and, to satisfy Queen Elizabeth, sent Carmichael
+to York, whence he was soon after honourably
+dismissed. The field of battle, called the Reidswire,
+is a part of the Carter Mountain, about ten miles
+from Jedburgh."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The seventh of July, the suith to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At the <a name="LNanchor_14_2" id="LNanchor_14_2"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_2" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Reidswire</a> the tryst was set;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our wardens they affixed the day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, as they promised, so they met.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alas! that day I'll ne'er forgett!<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was sure sae feard, and then sae faine&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They came theare justice for to gett,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Will never green to come again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Carmichael was our warden then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He caused the country to conveen;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the <a name="LNanchor_14_11" id="LNanchor_14_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Laird's Wat</a>, that worthie man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Brought in that sirname weil beseen:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Armestranges, that aye hae been<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_14_14" id="LNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_14" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">A hardy house, but not a hail,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Elliots' honours to maintaine,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brought down the lave o' Liddesdale.<!-- Page 132 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then Tividale came to wi' spied;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_14_18" id="LNanchor_14_18"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_18" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Sheriffe brought the Douglas down,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' Cranstane, Gladstain, good at need,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baith Rewle water, and Hawick town.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beanjeddart bauldly made him boun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' a' the Trumbills, stronge and stout;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Rutherfoords, with grit renown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_14_24" id="LNanchor_14_24"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_24" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Convoy'd the town of Jedbrugh out.</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of other clans I cannot tell,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because our warning was not wide&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be this our folks hae ta'en the fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And planted down palliones, there to bide,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We looked down the other side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And saw come breasting ower the brae,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' <a name="LNanchor_14_31" id="LNanchor_14_31"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_31" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir John Forster</a> for their guyde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full fifteen hundred men and mae.<!-- Page 133 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It grieved him sair that day, I trow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' <a name="LNanchor_14_34" id="LNanchor_14_34"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_34" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir George Hearoune of Schipsydehouse</a>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because we were not men enow,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They counted us not worth a louse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sir George was gentle, meek, and douse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But <i>he</i> was hail and het as fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And yet, for all his cracking crouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He rewd the raid o' the Reidswire.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To deal with proud men is but pain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For either must ye fight or flee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else no answer make again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But play the beast, and let them be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was na wonder he was hie,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had <a name="LNanchor_14_46" id="LNanchor_14_46"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_46" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Tindaill, Reedsdaill</a>, at his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' Cukdaill, Gladsdaill on the lee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And <a name="LNanchor_14_48" id="LNanchor_14_48"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_48" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Hebsrime</a>, and Northumberland.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yett was our meeting meek eneugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Begun wi' merriment and mowes,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And at the brae, aboon the heugh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The clark sat down to call the rowes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some for kyne, and some for ewes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call'd in of Dandrie, Hob, and Jock<!-- Page 134 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We saw, come marching ower the knows,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five hundred <a name="LNanchor_14_56" id="LNanchor_14_56"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_56" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Fennicks</a> in a flock,&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With jack and speir, and bows all bent,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And warlike weapons at their will:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Although we were na weel content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet, by my troth, we fear'd no ill.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some gaed to drink, and some stude still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And some to cards and dice them sped;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till on ane Farnstein they fyled a bill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he was fugitive and fled.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Carmichaell bade them speik out plainlie,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And cloke no cause for ill nor good;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The other, answering him as vainlie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Began to reckon kin and blood:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He raise, and raxed him where he stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bade him match him with his marrows;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then Tindaill heard them reasun rude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they loot off a flight of arrows.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then was there nought but bow and speir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And every man pull'd out a brand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"A Schafton and a Fenwick" thare:<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gude Symington was slain frae hand.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Scotsmen cried on other to stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Frae time they saw John Robson slain&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What should they cry? the King's command<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 135 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><span class="i0">Could cause no cowards turn again.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up rose the laird to red the cumber,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which would not be for all his boast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What could we doe with sic a number&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fyve thousand men into a host?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then Henry Purdie proved his cost,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And very narrowlie had mischief'd him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there we had our warden lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wert not the grit God he relieved him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Another throw the breiks him bair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whill flatlies to the ground he fell:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than thought I weel we had lost him there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into my stomack it struck a knell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet up he raise, the treuth to tell ye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laid about him dints full dour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His horsemen they raid sturdily,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And stude about him in the stoure.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then raise the slogan with ane shout&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_14_98" id="LNanchor_14_98"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_98" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">"Fy, Tindaill, to it! Jedburgh's here!"</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I trow he was not half sae stout,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 136 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><span class="i2">But anis his stomach was asteir.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With gun and genzie, bow and speir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men might see mony a cracked crown!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But up amang the merchant geir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were as busy as we were down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The swallow taill frae tackles flew,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Five hundredth flain into a flight:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we had pestelets enew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And shot among them as we might.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With help of God the game gaed right,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fra time the foremost of them fell;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then ower the know, without goodnight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They ran with mony a shout and yell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But after they had turned backs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet Tindail men they turn'd again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_14_115" id="LNanchor_14_115"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_115" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And had not been the merchant packs,</a><span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There had been mae of Scotland slain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, Jesu! if the folks were fain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To put the bussing on their thies;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so they fled, wi' a' their main,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Down ower the brae, like clogged bees.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_14_121" id="LNanchor_14_121"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_121" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir Francis Russell</a> ta'en was there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hurt, as we hear men rehearse;<!-- Page 137 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proud <a name="LNanchor_14_123" id="LNanchor_14_123"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_123" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Wallinton</a> was wounded sair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Albeit he be a Fennick fierce.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But if ye wald a souldier search,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Among them a' were ta'en that night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was nane sae wordie to put in verse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As <a name="LNanchor_14_128" id="LNanchor_14_128"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_128" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Collingwood</a>, that courteous knight.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Young <a name="LNanchor_14_129" id="LNanchor_14_129"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_129" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Henry Schafton</a>, he is hurt;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A souldier shot him wi' a bow;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scotland has cause to mak great sturt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For laiming of the <a name="LNanchor_14_132" id="LNanchor_14_132"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_132" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Laird of Mow</a>.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Laird's Wat did weel indeed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His friends stood stoutlie by himsell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With little Gladstain, gude in need,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For <a name="LNanchor_14_136" id="LNanchor_14_136"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_136" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Gretein</a> kend na gude be ill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Sheriffe wanted not gude will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Howbeit he might not fight so fast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_14_139" id="LNanchor_14_139"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_139" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Beanjeddart, Hundlie, and Hunthill,</a><!-- Page 138 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Three, on they laid weel at the last.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except the horsemen of the guard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If I could put men to availe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">None stoutlier stood out for their laird,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor did the lads of Liddisdail.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But little harness had we there;<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But auld <a name="LNanchor_14_146" id="LNanchor_14_146"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_146" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Badreule</a> had on a jack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And did right weel, I you declare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With all his Trumbills at his back.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gude <a name="LNanchor_14_149" id="LNanchor_14_149"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_149" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Edderstane</a> was not to lack,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_14_150" id="LNanchor_14_150"></a><a href="#Linenote_14_150" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Nor Kirktoun, Newton, noble men!</a><span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thir's all the specials I of speake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By others that I could not ken.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who did invent that day of play,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We need not fear to find him soon;<!-- Page 139 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Sir John Forster, I dare well say,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made us this noisome afternoon.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not that I speak preceislie out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he supposed it would be perril;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But pride, and breaking out of feuid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Garr'd Tindaill lads begin the quarrel.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_2" id="Linenote_14_2"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_2" title="link to line number">2</a>. <i>Swire</i> signifies the descent of a hill, and the epithet
+<i>Red</i> is derived from the color of the heath, or perhaps, from
+the Reid-water, which rises at no great distance.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_11" id="Linenote_14_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_11" title="link to line number">11</a>. The Laird's Wat is perhaps the young Buccleuch, who,
+about twenty years after this <i>raid</i>, performed the great exploit
+of rescuing Kinmont Willie from Carlisle Castle.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_14" id="Linenote_14_14"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_14" title="link to line number">14</a>. This clan are here mentioned as not being hail, or
+whole, because they were outlawed or broken men. Indeed,
+many of them had become Englishmen, as the phrase then
+went. There was an old alliance betwixt the Elliots and
+Armstrongs, here alluded to.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_18" id="Linenote_14_18"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_18" title="link to line number">18</a>. Douglas of Cavers, hereditary Sheriff of Teviotdale,
+descended from Black Archibald, who carried the standard
+of his father, the Earl of Douglas, at the battle of Otterbourne.&mdash;See
+the ballad of that name.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_24" id="Linenote_14_24"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_24" title="link to line number">24</a>. These were ancient and powerful clans, residing chiefly
+upon the river Jed. Hence, they naturally convoyed the
+town of Jedburgh out. The following fragment of an old
+ballad is quoted in a letter from an aged gentleman of this
+name, residing at New York, to a friend in Scotland:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bauld Rutherfurd, he was fou stout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' a' his nine sons him round about;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He led the town o' Jedburgh out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All bravely fought that day."&mdash;S.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_31" id="Linenote_14_31"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_31" title="link to line number">31</a>. Sir John Forster, or, more properly, Forrester, of Balmbrough
+Abbey, Warden of the Middle Marches in 1561, was
+deputy-governor of Berwick, and governor of Balmborough
+Castle.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_34" id="Linenote_14_34"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_34" title="link to line number">34</a>. George Heron Miles of Chipchase Castle, probably the
+same who was slain at the Reidswire, was Sheriff of Northumberland,
+13th Elizabeth.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_46" id="Linenote_14_46"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_46" title="link to line number">46</a>. These are districts, or dales, on the English Border.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_48" id="Linenote_14_48"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_48" title="link to line number">48</a>. Mr. George Ellis suggests, with great probability, that
+this is a mistake, not for Hebburne, as the Editor stated in
+an earlier edition, but for Hexham, which, with its territory,
+formed a county independent of Northumberland, with which
+it is here ranked.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_56" id="Linenote_14_56"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_56" title="link to line number">56</a>. The Fenwicks; a powerful and numerous Northumberland
+clan.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_98" id="Linenote_14_98"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_98" title="link to line number">98</a>. The gathering word peculiar to a certain name, or set
+of people, was termed <i>slogan</i> or <i>slughorn</i>, and was always
+repeated at an onset, as well as on many other occasions.
+It was usually the name of the clan, or place of rendezvous,
+or leader. In 1335, the English, led by Thomas of Rosslyne,
+and William Moubray, assaulted Aberdeen. The former
+was mortally wounded in the onset; and, as his followers
+were pressing forward, shouting "<i>Rosslyne! Rosslyne!</i>"
+"Cry <i>Moubray</i>," said the expiring chieftain; "<i>Rosslyne</i> is
+gone!"&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_115" id="Linenote_14_115"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_115" title="link to line number">115</a>. The ballad-maker here ascribes the victory to the
+real cause; for the English Borderers dispersing to plunder
+the merchandise, gave the opposite party time to recover
+from their surprise. It seems to have been usual for travelling
+merchants to attend Border meetings, although one
+would have thought the kind of company usually assembled
+there might have deterred them.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_121" id="Linenote_14_121"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_121" title="link to line number">121</a>. This gentleman was son to the Earl of Bedford, and
+Warden of the East Marches. He was, at this time, chamberlain
+of Berwick.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_123" id="Linenote_14_123"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_123" title="link to line number">123</a>. Fenwick of Wallington, a powerful Northumbrian
+chief.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_128" id="Linenote_14_128"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_128" title="link to line number">128</a>. Sir Cuthbert Collingwood of Esslington, Sheriff of
+Northumberland, the 10th and 20th of Elizabeth.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_129" id="Linenote_14_129"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_129" title="link to line number">129</a>. The Shaftoes are an ancient family settled at Bavington,
+in Northumberland, since the time of Edward I.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_132" id="Linenote_14_132"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_132" title="link to line number">132</a>. An ancient family on the Borders. The Laird of
+Mowe here mentioned was the only gentleman of note killed
+in the skirmish on the Scottish side.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_136" id="Linenote_14_136"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_136" title="link to line number">136</a>. Graden, a family of Kers.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_139" id="Linenote_14_139"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_139" title="link to line number">139</a>. Douglas of Beanjeddart, an ancient branch of the
+house of Cavers, possessing property near the junction of
+the Jed and Teviot. <i>Hundlie.</i>&mdash;Rutherford of Hundlie, or
+Hundalee, situated on the Jed above Jedburgh. <i>Hunthill.</i>&mdash;The
+old tower of Hunthill was situated about a mile above
+Jedburgh. It was the patrimony of an ancient family of
+Rutherfords. I suppose the person, here meant, to be the
+same who is renowned in tradition by the name of the <i>Cock
+of Hunthill</i>.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_146" id="Linenote_14_146"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_146" title="link to line number">146</a>. Sir Andrew Turnbull of Bedrule, upon Rule Water.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_149" id="Linenote_14_149"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_149" title="link to line number">149</a>. An ancient family of Rutherfords; I believe, indeed,
+the most ancient now extant.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_14_150" id="Linenote_14_150"></a><a href="#LNanchor_14_150" title="link to line number">150</a>. The parish of Kirktoun belonged, I believe, about
+this time, to a branch of the Cavers family; but Kirkton of
+Stewartfield is mentioned in the list of Border clans in 1597.
+<i>Newton.</i>&mdash;This is probably Grinyslaw of Little Newton, mentioned
+in the said roll of Border clans.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_DEATH_OF_PARCY_REED" id="THE_DEATH_OF_PARCY_REED"></a>THE DEATH OF PARCY REED.</h3>
+
+
+<p>Taken down from the recitation of an old woman,
+and first published (certainly not without what are
+called "improvements") in Richardson's <i>Borderer's
+Table Book</i>, vol. vii. p. 364, with an introduction by
+Mr. Robert White, which we here abridge.</p>
+
+<p>Percival or Parcy Reed, was proprietor of Troughend,
+a tract of land in Redesdale, Northumberland,
+a man of courage and devoted to the chase. Having
+been appointed warden of the district, he had the
+misfortune in the discharge of his duties, to offend a
+family of the name of Hall, who were owners of the
+farm of Girsonsfield, and also to incur the enmity of
+a band of moss-troopers, Crosier by name, some of
+whom had been brought to justice by his hands. The
+Halls concealed their resentment until they were able
+to contrive an opportunity for taking a safe revenge.<!-- Page 140 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span>
+In pursuance of this design, they requested Reed to
+join them on a hunting party. Their invitation was
+unsuspiciously accepted, and after a day of sport the
+company retired to a solitary hut in the lonely glen
+of Batinghope. Here Reed was attacked in the evening
+by the Crosiers, and as the Halls not only
+refused their assistance, but had treacherously deprived
+him of the means of defence by rendering his
+sword and gun unserviceable, he fell an easy victim
+to his savage foes.</p>
+
+<p>It is probable that we cannot assign to the event on
+which this piece is founded, a date later than the
+sixteenth century.</p>
+
+<p>The story of Parcy Reed is alluded to in <i>Rokeby</i>,
+canto first, <span class="smcap">xx.</span>; Sir Walter Scott has also taken the
+death of his dog Keeldar as the subject of a poem
+contributed to Hood's annual, <i>The Gem</i>, for 1829.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God send the land deliverance<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Frae every reaving, riding Scot;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The outlaws come frae Liddesdale,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They herry Redesdale far and near;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The rich man's gelding it maun gang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They canna pass the puir man's mear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sure it were weel, had ilka thief<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Around his neck a halter strang;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And curses heavy may they light<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On traitors vile oursels amang.<!-- Page 141 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now Parcy Reed has Crosier ta'en,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He has delivered him to the law;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Crosier says he'll do waur than that,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And Crosier says he will do waur&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He will do waur if waur can be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He'll make the bairns a' fatherless;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then, the land it may lie lee.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To the hunting, ho!" cried Parcy Reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"The morning sun is on the dew;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The cauler breeze frae off the fells<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will lead the dogs to the quarry true.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"To the hunting, ho!" cried Parcy Reed,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the hunting he has gane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the three fause Ha's o' Girsonsfield<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alang wi' him he has them ta'en.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hunted high, they hunted low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By heathery hill and birken shaw;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They raised a buck on Rooken Edge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hunted high, they hunted low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They made the echoes ring amain;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With music sweet o' horn and hound,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They merry made fair Redesdale glen.<!-- Page 142 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hunted high, they hunted low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They hunted up, they hunted down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until the day was past the prime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And it grew late in the afternoon.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hunted high in Batinghope,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When as the sun was sinking low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says Parcy then, "Ca' off the dogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll bait our steeds and homeward go."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They lighted high in Batinghope,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Atween the brown and benty ground;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They had but rested a little while,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's nane may lean on a rotten staff,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But him that risks to get a fa';<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's nane may in a traitor trust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And traitors black were every Ha'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They've stown the bridle off his steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they've put water in his lang gun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They've fixed his sword within the sheath,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That out again it winna come.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or by your enemies be ta'en;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For yonder are the five Crosiers<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 143 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><span class="i2">A-coming owre the Hingin-stane."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If they be five, and we be four,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sae that ye stand alang wi' me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then every man ye will take one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And only leave but two to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will them meet as brave men ought,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And make them either fight or flee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We mayna stand, we canna stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We daurna stand alang wi' thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they wad kill baith thee and we."<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O, turn thee, turn thee, Johnie Ha',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When ye come to Troughend again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My gude black naig I will gie thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He cost full twenty pound o' gowd,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Atween my brother John and me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I mayna turn, I canna turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they wad kill baith thee and me."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O, turn thee, turn thee, Willie Ha',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When ye come to Troughend again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A yoke o' owsen I'll gie thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I mayna turn, I canna turn,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;<!-- Page 144 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they wad kill baith thee and me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O, turn now, man, and fight wi' me;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ever we come to Troughend again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I mayna turn, I canna turn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they wad kill baith thee and me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O, shame upon ye, traitors a'!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wish your hames ye may never see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I can neither fight nor flee.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ye've put water i' my lang gun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That out again it winna come."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had but time to cross himsel',<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A prayer he hadna time to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till round him came the Crosiers keen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All riding graithed, and in array.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 145 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span><span class="i2">Thou art the very man we sought;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Owre lang hae we been in your debt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now will we pay you as we ought.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We'll pay thee at the nearest tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where we shall hang thee like a hound;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fell'd the foremost to the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Alake, he was an unarmed man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Four weapons pierced him all at once,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As they assailed him there and than.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They fell upon him all at once,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They mangled him most cruellie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The slightest wound might caused his deid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they have gi'en him thirty-three.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They hacket off his hands and feet,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And left him lying on the lee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye canna weel dispute the tale,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Crosiers said, and off they rade&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They rade the airt o' Liddesdale.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It was the hour o' gloamin' gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When herds come in frae fauld and pen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A herd he saw a huntsman lie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Says he, "Can this be Laird Troughen'?"<!-- Page 146 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And some will ca' me Laird Troughen';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's little matter what they ca' me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My faes hae made me ill to ken.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And speak my praise in tower and town;<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It's little matter what they do now,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My life-blood rudds the heather brown.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' my virtues say and sing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would much rather have just now<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A draught o' water frae the spring!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The herd flung aff his clouted shoon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the nearest fountain ran;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He made his bonnet serve a cup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wan the blessing o' the dying man.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye maun do mair as I ye tell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye maun bear tidings to Troughend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bear likewise my last farewell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A farewell to my wedded wife,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A farewell to my brother John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wha sits into the Troughend tower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' heart as black as any stone.<!-- Page 147 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A farewell to my daughter Jean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A farewell to my young sons five;<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had they been at their father's hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I had this night been man alive.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A farewell to my followers a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a' my neighbours gude at need;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The laird o' Clennel bears my bow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The laird o' Brandon bears my brand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whene'er they ride i' the border side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend."<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="CAPTAIN_CAR_OR_EDOM_O_GORDON" id="CAPTAIN_CAR_OR_EDOM_O_GORDON"></a>CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O' GORDON.</h3>
+
+
+<p>"This ballad is founded upon a real event, which
+took place in the north of Scotland in the year 1571,
+during the struggles between the party which held out
+for the imprisoned Queen Mary, and that which endeavoured
+to maintain the authority of her infant son,
+James VI. The person designated Edom o' Gordon
+was Adam Gordon of Auchindown, brother of the
+Marquis of Huntly, and his deputy as lieutenant of
+the north of Scotland for the Queen. This gentleman
+committed many acts of oppression on the clan
+Forbes, under colour of the Queen's authority, and in
+one collision with that family, killed Arthur, brother<!-- Page 148 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span>
+to Lord Forbes. He afterwards sent a party under
+one Captain Car, or Ker, to reduce the house of
+Towie, one of the chief seats of the name of Forbes.
+The proprietor of the mansion being from home, his
+lady, who was pregnant at the time, confiding too much
+in her sex and condition, not only refused to surrender,
+but gave Car some very opprobrious language over
+the walls, which irritated him so much that he set fire
+to the house, and burnt the whole inmates, amounting
+in all to thirty-seven persons. As Gordon never
+cashiered Car for this inhuman action, he was held by
+the public voice to be equally guilty, and accordingly
+[in one of the versions of the ballad] he is represented
+as the principal actor himself." (<span class="smcap">Chambers</span>'s
+<i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 67.) It appears that the Forbeses
+afterwards attempted to assassinate Adam Gordon in
+the streets of Paris. See more of this Captain
+Ker under <i>The Battell of Balrinnes</i>, in the next
+volume.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad was first printed by the Foulises at
+Glasgow, 1755, under the title of <i>Edom of Gordon</i>,
+as taken down by Sir David Dalrymple from the recitation
+of a lady. It was inserted in the <i>Reliques</i>,
+(i. 122,) "improved and enlarged," (or, as Ritson
+more correctly expresses the fact, "interpolated and
+corrupted,") by several stanzas from a fragment in
+Percy's manuscript, called <i>Captain Adam Carre</i>.
+Ritson published the following genuine and ancient
+copy, (<i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 38,) from a collection in the
+Cotton Library. He states that his MS. had received
+numerous alterations or corrections, all or most of
+which, as being evidently for the better, he had
+adopted into the text. We have added a copy of<!-- Page 149 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span>
+<a href="#EDOM_O_GORDON"><i>Edom o' Gordon</i></a> given in Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, and
+in the Appendix an inferior version of the story,
+called <a href="#LOUDOUN_CASTLE_See_p_149"><i>Loudoun Castle</i></a>.</p>
+
+<p>The names vary considerably in the different versions
+of this piece. The castle of Towie, or the house
+of Rothes, is here called the castle of Crecrynbroghe,
+in Percy's manuscript the castle of Brittonsborrow,
+and in the copy in the Appendix the locality is changed
+to Loudoun castle in Ayrshire. In like manner, Alexander
+Forbes is here turned into Lord Hamleton, and
+Captain Car is now called the lord of Easter-town
+and again the lord of Westerton-town.</p>
+
+<p>In the <i>Gentleman's Magazine</i>, vol. xci. Part 1,
+p. 451, will be found a modern ballad styled <i>Adam
+Gordon</i>, founded on the adventure of the freebooter
+of that name with Edward the First. Another on the
+same subject is given in Evans's <i>Old Ballads</i>, iv. 86.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It befell at Martynmas<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When wether waxed colde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Captaine Care saide to his men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"We must go take a holde."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Haille, master, and wether you will,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wether ye like it best."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"To the castle of Crecrynbroghe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there we will take our reste.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I knowe wher is a gay castle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is build of lyme and stone,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Within 'there' is a gay ladie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her lord is ryd from hom."<!-- Page 150 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The ladie lend on her castle-walle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She loked upp and downe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was she ware of an host of men,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come riding to the towne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come yow hether, my meri men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And look what I do see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yonder is ther an host of men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I musen who they bee."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She thought he had been her own wed lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That had comd riding home;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then was it traitour Captaine Care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lord of Ester-towne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They were no soner at supper sett,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then after said the grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or captaine Care and all his men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wer lighte aboute the place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I will make the a bande;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To-nighte thoust ly wythin my arm,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To-morrowe thou shall ere my lan[de]."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bespacke the eldest sonne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That was both whitt and redde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O mother dere, geve over your howsse,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or elles we shal be deade."<!-- Page 151 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I will not geve over my hous," she saithe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Not for feare of my lyffe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It shal be talked throughout the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The slaughter of a wyffe.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fetch me my pestilett,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And charge me my gonne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That I may shott at the bloddy butcher,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lord of Easter-towne."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She styfly stod on her castle-wall,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lett the pellettes flee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She myst the blody bucher,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And slew other three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I will not geve over my hous," she saithe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Netheir for lord nor lowne,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor yet for traitour Captaine Care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lord of Easter-towne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I desire of Captaine Care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all his bloddye band,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he would save my eldest sonne,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The eare of all my lande."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Lap him in a shete," he sayth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And let him downe to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I shall take him in my armes,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 152 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><span class="i2">His waran wyll I be."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The captayne sayd unto himselfe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wyth sped before the rest;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He cut his tonge out of his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His hart out of his brest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He lapt them in a handerchef,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And knet it of knotes three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And cast them over the castell-wall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At that gay ladye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all thy bloddy band,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The ayre of all my land."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bespake the yongest sonn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sat on the nurses knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sayth, "Mother gay, geve ower your house,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">[The smoke] it smoldereth me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I wold geve my gold," she saith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And so I wolde my fee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a blaste of the wesleyn wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To dryve the smoke from thee.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fy upon thee, John Hamleton,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I paid thé hyre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thou hast broken my castle-wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kyndled in [it] <a name="LNanchor_16a_84" id="LNanchor_16a_84"></a><a href="#Linenote_16a_84" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the</a> fyre."<!-- Page 153 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lady gate to her close parler,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The fire fell aboute her head;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She toke up her children thre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Seth, "Babes, we are all dead."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then bespake the hye steward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is of hye degree;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saith, "Ladie gay, you are no 'bote,'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wethere ye fighte or flee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lord Hamleton dremd in his dreame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Carvall where he laye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His halle 'was' all of fyre,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His ladie slayne or daye.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Busk and bowne, my merry men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even and go ye with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I 'dremd' that my hall was on fyre<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My lady slayne or day."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He buskt him and bownd him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And like a worthi knighte,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when he saw his hall burning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His harte was no dele lighte.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He sett a trumpett till his mouth,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He blew as it plesd his grace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twenty score of Hambletons<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was light aboute the place.<!-- Page 154 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Had I knowne as much yesternighte<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As I do to-daye,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Captaine Care and all his men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should not have gone so quite [awaye.]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all thy blody 'bande;'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast slayne my lady gaye,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More worth then all thy lande.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Yf thou had ought eny ill will," he saith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have saved my children thre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All and my lovesome wyffe."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_16a_84" id="Linenote_16a_84"></a><a href="#LNanchor_16a_84" title="link to line number">84</a>, thee.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="EDOM_O_GORDON" id="EDOM_O_GORDON"></a>EDOM O' GORDON.</h3>
+
+
+<p>From Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 17. We presume
+this is the ballad printed by the Foulises.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It fell about the Martinmas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Quhen the wind blew schrile and cauld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"We maun draw to a hauld.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And what an a hauld sall we draw to,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My merry men and me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We will gae to the house of the Rodes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see that fair ladie."<!-- Page 155 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She had nae sooner busket hersell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor putten on her gown,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till Edom o' Gordon and his men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were round about the town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They had nae sooner sitten down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor sooner said the grace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till Edom o' Gordon and his men<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were closed about the place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lady ran up to her tower head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as she could drie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To see if by her fair speeches,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She could with him agree.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As soon as he saw the lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And hir yates all locked fast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He fell into a rage of wrath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his <a name="LNanchor_16b_24" id="LNanchor_16b_24"></a><a href="#Linenote_16b_24" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">heart</a> was aghast.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Cum down to me, ze lady fair,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cum down to me, let's see;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This night ze's ly by my ain side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The morn my bride sall be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I winnae cum down to thee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I winnae forsake my ane dear lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is sae far frae me."<!-- Page 156 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gi up your house, ze fair lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gi up your house to me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or I will burn zoursel therein,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bot you and zour babies three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I winna gie up, zou fals Gordon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To nae sik traitor as thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho' zou should burn mysel therein,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bot and my babies three."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Set fire to the house," quoth fals Gordon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Sin better may nae bee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will burn hersel therein,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bot and her babies three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I paid ze weil zour fee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why pow ze out my ground wa' stane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lets in the reek to me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I paid zou weil zour hire;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why pow ze out my ground wa' stane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To me lets in the fire?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye paid me weil my hire, lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye paid me weil my fee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now I'm Edom of Gordon's man,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Maun either do or die."<!-- Page 157 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O then bespake her zoungest son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sat on the nurses knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Dear mother, gie owre your house," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"For the reek it worries me."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I winnae gie up my house, my dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To nae sik traitor as he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cum well, cum wae, my jewels fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye maun tak share wi me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O then bespake her dochter dear,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She was baith jimp and sma,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O row me in a pair o' shiets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tow me owre the wa."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They rowd her in a pair of shiets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And towd her owre the wa,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, on the point of Edom's speir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She gat a deadly fa'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O bonny, bonny, was hir mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And chirry were her cheiks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And clear, clear was hir zellow hair,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereon the reid bluid dreips.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then wi his speir he turn'd hir owr,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gin hir face was wan!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said, "Zou are the first that eer<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 158 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><span class="i2">I wisht alive again."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He turn'd her owr and owr again;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O gin hir skin was whyte!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He said, "I might ha spard thy life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To been some mans delyte."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Busk and boon, my merry men all,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For ill dooms I do guess;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I cannae luik in that bonny face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As it lyes on the grass."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Them luiks to freits, my master deir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_16b_90" id="LNanchor_16b_90"></a><a href="#Linenote_16b_90" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Their</a> freits will follow them;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was daunted with a dame."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O then he spied hir ain deir lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he came owr the lee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He saw his castle in a fire,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As far as he could see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Put on, put on, my <a name="LNanchor_16b_97" id="LNanchor_16b_97"></a><a href="#Linenote_16b_97" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">mighty men</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as ze can drie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For he that's hindmost of my men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sall neir get guid o' me."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And some they raid, and some they ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fu fast out owr the plain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But lang, lang, eer he coud get up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were a' deid and slain.<!-- Page 159 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But mony were the mudie men<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay gasping on the grien;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For o' fifty men that Edom brought out<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There were but five ged heme.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And mony were the mudie men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay gasping on the grien,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And mony were the fair ladys<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay lemanless at heme.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And round and round the waes he went,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their ashes for to view;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last into the flames he flew,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bad the world adieu.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_16b_24" id="Linenote_16b_24"></a><a href="#LNanchor_16b_24" title="link to line number">24</a>. heart, <i>pronounced</i> hearrut.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_16b_90" id="Linenote_16b_90"></a><a href="#LNanchor_16b_90" title="link to line number">90</a>. Then.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_16b_97" id="Linenote_16b_97"></a><a href="#LNanchor_16b_97" title="link to line number">97</a>. <i>Qy.</i> wight yemen?</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="WILLIE_MACKINTOSH_OR_THE_BURNING" id="WILLIE_MACKINTOSH_OR_THE_BURNING"></a>WILLIE MACKINTOSH, OR, THE BURNING
+OF AUCHINDOWN.</h3>
+
+
+<p>These fragments appear to relate to the burning
+of Auchindown, a castle belonging to the Gordons,
+in vengeance for the death of William Mackintosh of
+the clan Chattan, which is said to have occurred at
+the castle of the Earl of Huntly. The event is placed
+in the year 1592. After the Mackintoshes had executed
+their revenge, they were pursued by the Gordons,
+and overtaken in the Stapler, where "sixty of
+the clan Chattan were killed, and Willie Mackintosh,<!-- Page 160 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>
+their leader, wounded." So says the not very trustworthy
+editor of the <i>Thistle of Scotland</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Another fragment of four stanzas (containing
+nothing additional), is given by Whitelaw, <i>Book of
+Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 248.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center">I.<br />
+<br />
+From Finlay's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, ii. 97.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I came in by Fiddich-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a May morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I met Willie Mackintosh<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An hour before the dawning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Turn again, turn again,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Turn again, I bid ye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ye burn Auchindown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Huntly he will head ye."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Head me, hang me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That sall never fear me;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll burn Auchindown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before the life leaves me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As I came in by Auchindown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a May morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Auchindown was in a bleeze,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An hour before the dawning.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<!-- Page 161 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Crawing, crawing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my crowse crawing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I lost the best feather i' my wing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my crowse crawing."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+<p class="center">II.<br />
+<br />
+From <i>The Thistle of Scotland</i>, p. 106.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Turn, Willie Mackintosh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Turn, I bid you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gin ye burn Auchindown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Huntly will head you."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Head me, or hang me,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That canna fley me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll burn Auchindown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere the life lea' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Coming down Dee-side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In a clear morning,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Auchindown was in a flame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere the cock crawing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But coming o'er Cairn Croom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And looking down, man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I saw Willie Mackintosh<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Burn Auchindown, man.<!-- Page 162 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bonny Willie Mackintosh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whare left ye your men?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I left them in the Stapler,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But they'll never come hame."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Bonny Willie Mackintosh,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where now is your men?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I left them in the Stapler,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleeping in their sheen."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT" id="LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT"></a>LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 199.</p>
+
+
+<p>"A. D. 1585, John Lord Maxwell, or, as he styled
+himself, Earl of Morton, having quarrelled with the
+Earl of Arran, reigning favourite of James VI., and
+fallen, of course, under the displeasure of the court,
+was denounced rebel. A commission was also given
+to the Laird of Johnstone, then Warden of the West
+Marches, to pursue and apprehend the ancient rival
+and enemy of his house. Two bands of mercenaries,
+commanded by Captains Cranstoun and Lammie, who
+were sent from Edinburgh to support Johnstone, were
+attacked and cut to pieces at Crawford-muir, by
+Robert Maxwell, natural brother to the chieftain;
+who, following up his advantage, burned Johnstone's<!-- Page 163 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span>
+Castle of Lochwood, observing, with savage glee, that
+he would give Lady Johnstone light enough by which
+'to set her hood.' In a subsequent conflict, Johnstone
+himself was defeated, and made prisoner, and is
+said to have died of grief at the disgrace which he
+sustained.</p>
+
+<p>"By one of the revolutions, common in those days,
+Maxwell was soon after restored to the King's favour
+in his turn, and obtained the wardenry of the West
+Marches. A bond of alliance was subscribed by him,
+and by Sir James Johnstone, and for some time the
+two clans lived in harmony. In the year 1593, however,
+the hereditary feud was revived on the following
+occasion. A band of marauders, of the clan Johnstone,
+drove a prey of cattle from the lands belonging
+to the Lairds of Crichton, Sanquhar, and Drumlanrig;
+and defeated, with slaughter, the pursuers, who attempted
+to rescue their property.&mdash;[See <a href="#THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY"><i>The Lads of
+Wamphray</i></a>, post, p. 168.] The injured parties, being
+apprehensive that Maxwell would not cordially embrace
+their cause, on account of his late reconciliation
+with the Johnstones, endeavoured to overcome his
+reluctance, by offering to enter into bonds of manrent,
+and so to become his followers and liegemen; he, on
+the other hand, granting to them a bond of maintenance,
+or protection, by which he bound himself, in
+usual form, to maintain their quarrel against all mortals,
+saving his loyalty. Thus, the most powerful and
+respectable families in Dumfriesshire, became, for a
+time, the vassals of Lord Maxwell. This secret alliance
+was discovered to Sir James Johnstone by the
+Laird of Cummertrees, one of his own clan, though a
+retainer to Maxwell. Cummertrees even contrived<!-- Page 164 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>
+to possess himself of the bonds of manrent, which he
+delivered to his chief. The petty warfare betwixt the
+rival barons was instantly renewed. Buccleuch, a
+near relation of Johnstone, came to his assistance
+with his clan, 'the most renowned freebooters, [says
+a historian,] the fiercest and bravest warriors among
+the Border tribes.' With Buccleuch also came the
+Elliots, Armstrongs, and Grĉmes. Thus reinforced,
+Johnstone surprised and cut to pieces a party of the
+Maxwells, stationed at Lochmaben. On the other
+hand, Lord Maxwell, armed with the royal authority,
+and numbering among his followers all the barons of
+Nithsdale, displayed his banner as the King's lieutenant,
+and invaded Annandale at the head of two
+thousand men. In those days, however, the royal
+auspices seem to have carried as little good fortune as
+effective strength with them. A desperate conflict,
+still renowned in tradition, took place at the Dryffe
+Sands, not far from Lockerby, in which Johnstone,
+although inferior in numbers, partly by his own conduct,
+partly by the valour of his allies, gained a decisive
+victory. Lord Maxwell, a tall man, and heavily
+armed, was struck from his horse in the flight, and
+cruelly slain, after the hand, which he stretched out
+for quarter, had been severed from his body. Many
+of his followers were slain in the battle, and many
+cruelly wounded, especially by slashes in the face,
+which wound was thence termed a 'Lockerby lick.'
+The Barons of Lag, Closeburn, and Drumlanrig,
+escaped by the fleetness of their horses; a circumstance
+alluded to in the following ballad.</p>
+
+<p>"John, Lord Maxwell, with whose 'Goodnight' the
+reader is here presented, was son to him who fell at<!-- Page 165 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
+the battle of Dryffe Sands, and is said to have early
+avowed the deepest revenge for his father's death.
+Such, indeed, was the fiery and untameable spirit of
+the man, that neither the threats nor entreaties of the
+King himself could make him lay aside his vindictive
+purpose; although Johnstone, the object of his resentment,
+had not only reconciled himself to the court,
+but even obtained the wardenry of the Middle
+Marches, in room of Sir John Carmichael, murdered
+by the Armstrongs. Lord Maxwell was therefore
+prohibited to approach the Border counties; and having,
+in contempt of that mandate, excited new disturbances,
+he was confined in the castle of Edinburgh.
+From this fortress, however, he contrived to make his
+escape; and, having repaired to Dumfriesshire, he
+sought an amicable interview with Johnstone, under
+a pretence of a wish to accommodate their differences.
+Sir Robert Maxwell, of Orchardstane, (mentioned in
+the ballad, verse 1,) who was married to a sister of
+Sir James Johnstone, persuaded his brother-in-law to
+accede to Maxwell's proposal."</p>
+
+<p>So far Sir Walter Scott. The meeting took place
+on the 6th of April, 1608, in the presence of Sir
+Robert Maxwell, each party being accompanied by a
+single follower. While the chieftains were conferring
+together, Charles Maxwell, the attendant of Lord
+John, maliciously began an altercation with the servant
+of Johnstone, and shot him with a pistol, and Sir
+James, looking round at the report, was himself shot
+by Lord Maxwell in the back with two poisoned
+bullets.</p>
+
+<p>The murderer escaped to France, but afterwards
+venturing to return to Scotland, was apprehended,<!-- Page 166 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>
+brought to trial at Edinburgh, and beheaded on the
+21st of May, 1613. We may naturally suppose that
+the <i>Goodnight</i> was composed shortly after Lord Maxwell
+fled across the seas, certainly before 1613.</p>
+
+<p>This ballad was first printed in the <i>Border Minstrelsy</i>
+"from a copy in Glenriddel's MSS., with some
+slight variations from tradition."</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Adieu, madame, my mother dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But and my sisters three!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My heart is wae for thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, the lily and the rose,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The primrose fair to see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I may not stay with thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What care I for their feid?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My noble mind their wrath disdains,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was my father's deid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Both night and day I labour'd oft<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of him avenged to be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now I've got what lang I sought,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I may not stay with thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Adieu, Drumlanrig! false wert aye&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Closeburn in a band!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Laird of Lag, frae my father that fled,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 167 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><span class="i2">When the Johnston struck aff his hand!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They were three brethren in a band&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Joy may they never see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has twined my love and me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Adieu, Dumfries, my proper place,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But and Carlaverock fair!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, my castle of the Thrieve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' a' my buildings there!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, Lochmaben's gate sae fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Langholm-holm, where birks there be!<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For, trust me, I may not stay wi' thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Adieu, fair Eskdale, up and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where my puir friends do dwell!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bangisters will ding them down,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And will them sair compell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I'll avenge their feid mysell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I come o'er the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I may not stay wi' thee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Lord of the land,"&mdash;that ladye said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"O wad ye go wi' me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unto my brother's stately tower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where safest ye may be!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There Hamiltons, and Douglas baith,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall rise to succour thee."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I may not stay wi' thee."<!-- Page 168 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then he tuik aff a gay gold ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thereat hang signets three;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Hae, tak thee that, mine ain dear thing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And still hae mind o' me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if thou take another lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere I come ower the sea&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His life is but a three days' lease,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though I may not stay wi' thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The wind was fair, the ship was clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That good lord went away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And most part of his friends were there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To give him a fair convey.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They drank the wine, they didna spair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even in that gude lord's sight&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his Goodnight.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY" id="THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY"></a>THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY</h3>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 148.</p>
+
+
+<p>"The reader will find, prefixed to the foregoing
+ballad, an account of the noted feud betwixt the
+families of Maxwell and Johnstone. The following
+song celebrates the skirmish, in 1593, betwixt the
+Johnstones and Crichtons, which led to the revival of
+the ancient quarrel betwixt Johnstone and Maxwell,
+and finally to the battle of Dryffe Sands, in which<!-- Page 169 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span>
+the latter lost his life. Wamphray is the name of a
+parish in Annandale. Lethenhall was the abode of
+Johnstone of Wamphray, and continued to be so till
+of late years. William Johnstone of Wamphray,
+called the Galliard, was a noted freebooter. A place,
+near the head of Teviotdale, retains the name of the
+Galliard's Faulds, (folds,) being a valley, where he
+used to secrete and divide his spoil, with his Liddesdale
+and Eskdale associates. His <i>nom de guerre</i> seems
+to have been derived from the dance called the Galliard.
+The word is still used in Scotland, to express
+an active, gay, dissipated character. Willie of the
+Kirkhill, nephew to the Galliard, and his avenger,
+was also a noted Border robber. Previous to the
+battle of Dryffe Sands, so often mentioned, tradition
+reports, that Maxwell had offered a ten-pound-land to
+any of his party, who should bring him the head or
+hand of the Laird of Johnstone. This being reported
+to his antagonist, he answered, he had not a ten-pound-land
+to offer, but would give a five-merk-land to the
+man who should that day cut off the head or hand of
+Lord Maxwell. Willie of the Kirkhill, mounted upon
+a young grey horse, rushed upon the enemy, and
+earned the reward, by striking down their unfortunate
+chieftain, and cutting off his right hand."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twixt <a name="LNanchor_19_1" id="LNanchor_19_1"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Girth-head</a> and the <a href="#Linenote_19_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Langwood</a> end,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lived the Galliard, and the Galliard's men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But and the lads of <a href="#Linenote_19_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Leverhay</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That drove the Crichton's gear away.<!-- Page 170 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is the lads of <a href="#Linenote_19_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lethenha'</a>,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The greatest rogues amang them a';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But and the lads of <a href="#Linenote_19_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Stefenbiggin</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They broke the house in at the rigging.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lads of Fingland, and Helbeck-hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were never for good, but aye for ill;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twixt the Staywood-bush and Langside-hill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They steal'd the broked cow and the branded bull.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is the lads of the Girth-head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The deil's in them for pride and greed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the Galliard, and the gay Galliard's men,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They ne'er saw a horse but they made it their ain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Galliard to Nithsdale is gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To steal Sim Crichton's winsome dun;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Galliard is unto the stable gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But instead of the dun, the blind he has ta'en.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now Simmy, Simmy of the Side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come out and see a Johnstone ride!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Here's the bonniest horse in a' Nithside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a gentle Johnstone aboon his hide."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Simmy Crichton's mounted then,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Crichtons has raised mony a ane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Galliard trow'd his horse had been wight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But the Crichtons beat him out o' sight.<!-- Page 171 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As soon as the Galliard the Crichton saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Behind the saugh-bush he did draw;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there the Crichtons the Galliard hae ta'en,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And nane wi' him but Willie alane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I'll never mair do a Crichton wrang!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a peck o' gowd I'll give to thee!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my wife shall heap it with her hand!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the Crichtons wadna let the Galliard be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But they hang'd him hie upon a tree.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O think then Willie he was right wae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When he saw his uncle guided sae;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"But if ever I live Wamphray to see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My uncle's death avenged shall be!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Back to Wamphray he is gane,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And riders has raised mony a ane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying&mdash;"My lads, if ye'll be true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye shall a' be clad in the noble blue."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Back to Nithsdale they have gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And awa' the Crichtons' nowt hae ta'en;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when they cam to the <a name="LNanchor_19_51" id="LNanchor_19_51"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_51" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Wellpath-head</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Crichtons bade them light and lead.<!-- Page 172 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they cam to the <a href="#Linenote_19_51" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Biddes-burn</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Crichtons bade them stand and turn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they cam to the Biddes-strand,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Crichtons they were hard at hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when they cam to the Biddes-law,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Johnstones bade them stand and draw;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We've done nae ill, we'll thole nae wrang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But back to Wamphray we will gang."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And out spoke Willie of the Kirkhill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Of fighting, lads, ye'se hae your fill;"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And from his horse Willie he lap,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a burnish'd brand in his hand he gat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out through the Crichtons Willie he ran,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dang them down baith horse and man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O but the Johnstones were wondrous rude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the Biddes-burn ran three days blood!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, sirs, we have done a noble deed,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We have revenged the Galliard's bleid;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For every finger of the Galliard's hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I vow this day I've kill'd a man."<!-- Page 173 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As they cam in at Evan-head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At <a name="LNanchor_19_74" id="LNanchor_19_74"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_74" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Ricklaw-holm</a> they spread abread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Drive on, my lads! it will be late;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll hae a pint at <a href="#Linenote_19_74" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Wamphray gate</a>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For where'er I gang, or e'er I ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lads of Wamphray are on my side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And of a' the lads that I do ken,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A Wamphray lad's the king of men."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_19_1" id="Linenote_19_1"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_1" title="link to line number">1-7</a>. Leverhay, Stefenbiggin, Girth-head, &amp;c., are all
+situated in the parish of Wamphray.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_19_51" id="Linenote_19_51"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_51" title="link to line number">51-53</a>. The Wellpath is a pass by which the Johnstones
+were retreating to their fastnesses in Annandale. The Biddes-burn,
+where the skirmish took place betwixt the Johnstones
+and their pursuers, is a rivulet which takes its course
+among the mountains on the confines of Nithesdale and Annandale.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_19_74" id="Linenote_19_74"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_74" title="link to line number">74-76</a>. Ricklaw-holm is a place upon the Evan-water,
+which falls into the Annan, below Moffat. Wamphray-gate
+was in those days an alehouse.&mdash;S.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_FIRE_OF_FRENDRAUGHT" id="THE_FIRE_OF_FRENDRAUGHT"></a>THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 161.</p>
+
+
+<p>"A mortal feud having arisen between the Laird
+of Frendraught [Sir James Chrichton] and the Laird
+of Rothiemay [William Gordon], both gentlemen of
+Banffshire, a rencontre took place, at which the retainers
+of both were present, on the 1st of January,
+1630; when Rothiemay was killed, and several persons
+hurt on both sides. To stanch this bloody quarrel,
+the Marquis of Huntly, who was chief to both parties,
+and who had therefore a right to act as arbiter between
+them, ordered Frendraught to pay fifty thousand
+merks to Rothiemay's widow. In the ensuing September,
+Frendraught fell into another quarrel, in the
+course of which James Lesly, son to Lesly of Pitcaple,
+was shot through the arm. Soon after the last inci<!-- Page 174 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span>dent,
+Frendraught, having paid a visit to the Marquis
+of Huntly at the Bog of Gight, the Laird of Pitcaple
+came up with thirty armed men, to demand atonement
+for the wound of his son. Huntly acted in this case
+with great discretion. Without permitting the two
+lairds to come to a conference, he endeavored to persuade
+the complaining party that Frendraught was in
+reality innocent of his son's wound; and, as Pitcaple
+went away vowing vengeance, he sent Frendraught
+home under a strong escort, which was commanded
+by his son, the Viscount Aboyne, and by the young
+Laird of Rothiemay, son to him whom Frendraught
+had killed some months before. The party reached
+Frendraught Castle without being attacked by Pitcaple;
+when, Aboyne and Rothiemay offering to take
+leave of Frendraught and his lady, in order to return
+home, they were earnestly entreated by these individuals
+to remain a night, and postpone their return
+till to-morrow. Being with difficulty prevailed upon,
+the young Viscount and Rothiemay were well entertained,
+and after supper went cheerfully to bed. To
+continue the narrative in the words of Spalding&mdash;"The
+Viscount was laid in an bed in the Old Tower
+going off the hall, and standing upon a vault, wherein
+there was ane round hole, devised of old, just under
+Aboyne's bed. Robert Gordon, his servitor, and
+English Will, his page, were both laid in the same
+chamber. The Laird of Rothiemay, with some servants
+beside him, was laid in another chamber just
+above Aboyne's chamber; and in another room above
+that chamber, were laid George Chalmers of Noth,
+and George Gordon, another of the Viscount's servants;
+with them also was laid Captain Rolloch, then<!-- Page 175 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span>
+in Frendraught's own company. All being thus at
+rest, about midnight that dolorous tower took fire in
+so sudden and furious a manner, yea, and in ane clap,
+that the noble Viscount, the Laird of Rothiemay,
+English Will, Colonel Wat, another of Aboyne's servants,
+and other two, being six in number, were cruelly
+burnt and tormented to the death, without help or relief;
+the Laird of Frendraught, his lady, and haill household
+looking on, without moving or stirring to deliver
+them from the fury of this fearful fire, as was reported.
+Robert Gordon, called Sutherland Gordon, being in
+the Viscount's chamber, escaped this fire with the life.
+George Chalmers and Captain Rolloch, being in the
+third room, escaped this fire also, and, as was said,
+Aboyne might have saved himself also if he would have
+gone out of doors, which he would not do, but suddenly
+ran up stairs to Rothiemay's chamber, and wakened
+him to rise; and as he is awakening him, the timber
+passage and lofting of the chamber hastily takes fire, so
+that none of them could win down stairs again; so they
+turned to a window looking to the close, where they
+piteously cried many times, "Help! help! for God's
+cause!" The Laird and Lady, with their servants,
+all seeing and hearing the woeful crying, made no
+help or manner of helping; which they perceiving,
+cried oftentimes mercy at God's hands for their sins;
+syne clasped in each other's arms, and cheerfully
+suffered their martyrdom. Thus died this noble Viscount,
+of singular expectation, Rothiemay, a brave
+youth, and the rest, by this doleful fire, never enough
+to be deplored, to the great grief and sorrow of their
+kin, parents, and hail common people, especially to
+the noble Marquis, who for his good will got this<!-- Page 176 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span>
+reward. No man can express the dolour of him and
+his lady, nor yet the grief of the Viscount's own dear
+lady, when it came to her ears, which she kept to her
+dying day, disdaining after the company of men all
+her life-time, following the love of the turtle dove.</p>
+
+<p>'It is reported that upon the morn after this woeful
+fire, the Lady Frendraught, daughter to the Earl of
+Sutherland, and near cousin to the Marquis, backed
+in a white plaid, and riding on a small nag, having a
+boy leading her horse, without any more in her company,
+in this pitiful manner she came weeping and
+mourning to the Bog, desiring entry to speak with my
+lord; but this was refused; so she returned back to
+her own house, the same gate she came, comfortless.'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Spalding's</span>
+<i>History of the Troubles in Scotland</i>.</p>
+
+<p>"Suspicion formed two theories regarding the cause
+of the fire of Frendraught. The first was, that the
+Laird had wilfully set fire to the tower, for the purpose
+of destroying the young Laird of Rothiemay. The
+other was, that it originated in the revengeful feelings
+of the Laird of Pitcaple. In the first theory there
+is extremely little probability. First, it could not
+have been premeditated; because the circumstance
+of Frendraught being accompanied home that day
+by Aboyne and Rothiemay, was entirely accidental.
+In the second place, there was no reason for Frendraught
+being inclined to murder Rothiemay, except
+that he grudged the payment of the fifty thousand
+merks to his mother; while there was every reason
+for his being inclined rather to befriend a youth whom
+he had already injured by occasioning the death of
+his father. In the third place, all Frendraught's
+family papers, with much gold and silver, both in<!-- Page 177 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span>
+money and plate, were consumed in the fire. And,
+in the fourth place, it is extremely improbable that
+any man of his rank should commit so deliberate and
+so atrocious an act of villainy. On the other hand, it
+seems by no means improbable that Pitcaple should
+have caused fire to be set to his enemy's house; a
+mode of reprisal which had been practised in the
+same district of country, as we have already seen, by
+a gentleman of only the preceding age. Pitcaple's
+men, moreover, had been heard to declare an intention
+of attempting some such enterprise against Frendraught;
+as was proved on the trial of a gentleman
+of the name of Meldrum, who was apprehended, condemned,
+and executed, for his alleged accession to their
+conspiracy."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Chambers's</span> <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 85.</p>
+
+<p>This ballad was first printed in the <i>North Countrie
+Garland</i>, p. 4, and afterwards with a few slight corrections
+in Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, having in both
+cases been furnished by Mr. C. K. Sharpe. The
+tragic story was celebrated by one Arthur Johnston,
+a contemporary scholar, in two Latin poems, the one
+entitled, <i>Querela Sophiĉ Hay, dominĉ de Melgeine, de
+morte mariti</i>, and the other, <i>De Johanne Gordonio,
+Vicecomite de Melgeine, el Johanne Gordonio de
+Rothemay, in arce Frendriaca combustis</i> (Finlay,
+i. 67). In Herd's Collection (i. 199) is a modern
+piece on the subject called <i>Frennet Hall</i>, in the
+detestable style of the last century. This very feeble
+production is also to be found in Ritson's <i>Scottish
+Songs</i> (ii. 31), Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, and elsewhere.
+But Ritson gives these few stanzas of an excellent
+old ballad, as remembered by the Rev. Mr. Boyd, the
+translator of Dante:<!-- Page 178 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The reek it rose, and the flame it flew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And oh the fire augmented high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until it came to Lord John's chamber-window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the bed where Lord John lay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O help me, help me, Lady Frennet!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I never ettled harm to thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if my father slew my lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Forget the deed and rescue me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He looked east, he looked west,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see if any help was nigh;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length his little page he saw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who to his lord aloud did cry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Loup doun, loup doun, my master dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What though the window's dreigh and hie?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll catch you in my arms twa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And never a foot from you I'll flee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"How can I loup, you little page,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How can I leave this window hie?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do you not see the blazing low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my twa legs burnt to my knee?"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The eighteenth of October,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A dismal tale to hear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How good Lord John and Rothiemay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was both burnt in the fire.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When steeds was saddled and well bridled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ready for to ride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then out it came her, false Frendraught,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Inviting them to bide.<!-- Page 179 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said,&mdash;"Stay this night untill we sup,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The morn untill we dine;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twill be a token of good 'greement<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twixt your good Lord and mine."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We'll turn again," said good Lord John;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"But no," said Rothiemay,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"My steed's trapan'd, my bridle's broken,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fear the day I'm fey."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When mass was sung, and bells was rung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all men bound for bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then good Lord John and Rothiemay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In one chamber was laid.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They had not long cast off their cloaths,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And were but now asleep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the weary smoke began to rise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Likewise the scorching heat.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O waken, waken, Rothiemay!<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O waken, brother dear!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turn you to our Saviour;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There is strong treason here."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they were dressed in their cloaths,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ready for to boun,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The doors and windows was all secur'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The roof-tree burning down.<!-- Page 180 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He did him to the wire-window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as he could gang;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says,&mdash;"Wae to the hands put in the stancheons,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For out we'll never win."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he stood at the wire-window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Most doleful to be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He did espy her, Lady Frendraught,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who stood upon the green.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Cried,&mdash;"Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will ye not sink with sin?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For first your husband killed my father,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now you burn his son."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O then out spoke her, Lady Frendraught,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And loudly did she cry,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It were great pity for good Lord John,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But none for Rothiemay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the keys are casten in the deep draw well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye cannot get away."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While he stood in this dreadful plight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Most piteous to be seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There called out his servant Gordon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he had frantic been.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O loup, O loup, my dear master,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O loup and come to me!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll catch you in my arms two;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One foot I will not flee.<!-- Page 181 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O loup, O loup, my dear master,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O loup and come away!<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll catch you in my arms two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But Rothiemay may lie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The fish shall never swim in the flood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor corn grow through the clay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twin me and Rothiemay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But I cannot loup, I cannot come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I cannot win to thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My head's fast in the wire-window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My feet burning from me.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My eyes are seething in my head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My flesh roasting also,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My bowels are boiling with my blood;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is not that a woeful woe?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Take here the rings from my white fingers<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That are so long and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And give them to my lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where she sits in her hall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"So I cannot loup, I cannot come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I cannot loup to thee;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My earthly part is all consumed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My spirit but speaks to thee."<!-- Page 182 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His lady she was seen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thus addressed his servant Gordon,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where he stood on the green.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O wae be to you, George Gordon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An ill death may you die!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So safe and sound as you stand there,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my lord bereaved from me."<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I bad him loup, I bad him come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I bad him loup to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd catch him in my arms two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A foot I should not flee. &amp;c.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He threw me the rings from his white fingers,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which were so long and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To give to you, his lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where you sat in your hall." &amp;c.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O bonny Sophia was her name,&mdash;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her waiting maid put on her cloaths,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I wot she tore them off again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And aft she cried, "Ohon! alas, alas!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A sair heart's ill to win;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wan a sair heart when I married him,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the day it's well return'd again."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 183 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="THE_BONNIE_HOUSE_O_AIRLY" id="THE_BONNIE_HOUSE_O_AIRLY"></a>THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLY.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">Finlay's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, ii. 31.</p>
+
+
+<p>The Earl of Airly, a nobleman zealously attached
+to the cause of King Charles, withdrew from Scotland
+in order to avoid subscribing the Covenant, leaving
+his eldest son Lord Ogilvie at home. The Committee
+of Estates, hearing that Airly had fled the country,
+directed the Earls of Montrose and Kinghorn to take
+possession of his castle, but in this, owing to the exceeding
+strength of the place, they did not succeed.
+Subsequently the Earl of Argyle, a personal enemy
+of the Earl of Airly, was charged with the same commission,
+and raised an army of five thousand men to
+carry out his trust. Lord Ogilvie was unable to hold
+out against such a force, and abandoned his father's
+stronghold, which, as well as his own residence of
+Forthar, was plundered and utterly destroyed by Argyle.
+Lady Ogilvie is said to have been pregnant at
+the time of the burning of Forthar, and to have undergone
+considerable danger before she could find proper
+refuge. She never had, however, more than one son,
+though she is endowed with no fewer than ten by the
+ballads. According to one account, the event here
+celebrated took place in 1639; another assigns it
+to 1640. (Napier's <i>Montrose and the Covenanters</i>,
+i. 533.)</p>
+
+<p>The <i>Bonnie House of Airly</i> was first printed in
+Finlay's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>. Other copies are given in
+Cromek's <i>Remains of Nithsdale and Galloway Song</i>,
+p. 225; Smith's <i>Scottish Minstrel</i>, ii. 2; Hogg's <!-- Page 184 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><i>Jacobite
+Relics</i>, ii. 152; Sharpe's <i>Ballad Book</i>, p. 59; and
+Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 104.</p>
+
+<p>A modern attempt on the same theme may be seen
+in Hogg's <i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 411. Allan Cunningham,
+misled by the Ogilvies' continuing to the Pretender
+the devotion they exhibited to the Royal Martyr and
+his son, has transferred the burning of Airly to the
+18th century. See his <i>Young Airly</i>, in Cromek's
+<i>Remains</i>, p. 196, and, rewritten, in <i>The Songs of Scotland</i>,
+iii. 218.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the corn grew green and yellow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That there fell out a great dispute<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Between Argyle and Airly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Duke o' Montrose has written to Argyle<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To come in the morning early,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' lead in his men, by the back o' Dunkeld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lady look'd o'er her window sae hie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And O but she looked weary!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there she espied the great Argyle<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come to plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, Lady Margaret," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Come down and kiss me fairly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or before the morning clear daylight,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly."<!-- Page 185 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wadna kiss thee fairly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gin you shoudna leave a standing stane in Airly."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has ta'en her by the middle sae sma',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Says, "Lady, where is your drury?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"It's up and down by the bonnie burn side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amang the planting of Airly."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They sought it up, they sought it down,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They sought it late and early,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And found it in the bonnie balm-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That shines on the bowling-green o' Airly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He has ta'en her by the left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And O but she grat sairly,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And led her down to yon green bank,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till he plundered the bonnie house o' Airly.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O it's I hae seven braw sons," she says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And the youngest ne'er saw his daddie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And altho' I had as mony mae,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wad gie them a' to Charlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But gin my good lord had been at hame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As this night he is wi' Charlie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There durst na a Campbell in a' the west<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hae plundered the bonnie house o' Airly."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 186 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="THE_BONNIE_HOUSE_OF_AIRLY" id="THE_BONNIE_HOUSE_OF_AIRLY"></a>THE BONNIE HOUSE OF AIRLY.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Sharpe's <i>Ballad Book</i>, p. 59.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It fell on a day, and a bonny simmer day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When green grew aits and barley,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That there fell out a greet dispute<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Between Argyll and Airlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Argyll has raised an hunder men,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An hunder harness'd rarely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he's awa' by the back of Dunkell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To plunder the castle of Airlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lady Ogilvie looks o'er her bower window,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And O but she looks weary!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there she spy'd the great Argyll,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come to plunder the bonny house of Airlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come down, and kiss me fairly:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O I winna kiss the fause Argyll,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He hath taken her by the left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Says, "Dame where lies thy dowry?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O it's east and west yon water side,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 187 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i2">And it's down by the banks of the Airlie."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They have sought it maist severely,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He hath taken her by the middle sae small,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And O but she grat sairly!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And laid her down by the bonny burn-side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till they plundered the castle of Airlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gif my gude lord war here this night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he is with King Charlie,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish Lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Durst awow to the plundering of Airlie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gif my gude Lord war now at hame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he is with his king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then durst nae a Campbell in a' Argyll<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Set fit on Airlie green.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ten bonny sons I have born unto him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The eleventh ne'er saw his daddy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But though I had an hundred mair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'd gie them a' to King Charlie.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 188 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="THE_BARON_OF_BRACKLEY" id="THE_BARON_OF_BRACKLEY"></a>THE BARON OF BRACKLEY.</h3>
+
+
+<p>First published as follows in Jamieson's <i>Popular
+Ballads</i>, i. 102. The copy used was derived from
+Mrs. Brown, and collated with a fragment taken down
+by Scott from the recitation of two of the descendants
+of Inverey. Buchan has given a different version
+in his <i>Gleanings</i>, which is annexed to the present.
+"This ballad," says Chambers, "records an unfortunate
+rencontre, which took place on the 16th of
+September, 1666, between John Gordon of Brackley,
+commonly called the Baron of Brackley, (in Aberdeenshire,)
+and Farquharson of Inverey, a noted
+freebooter, who dwelt on Dee-side. The former
+gentleman, who is yet remembered by tradition as a
+person of the most amiable and respectable character,
+had contrived to offend Farquharson, by pounding
+some horses belonging to his (Farquharson's) followers,
+which had either strayed into the Brackley
+grounds, or become forfeited on account of some
+petty delinquencies committed by their proprietors.
+Farquharson was a man of violent habits and passions;
+he is yet remembered by the epithet <i>Fuddie</i>,
+descriptive of his hurried, impatient gait; and it is
+said that, having been in league with the powers of
+darkness, he was buried on the north side of a hill,
+where the sun never shone. On account of the miraculous
+expedition with which he could sweep the
+cattle away from a fertile district, <i>Deil scoup wi'</i><!-- Page 189 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span>
+<i>Fuddie!</i> is still a popular proverb, implying that the
+devil could alone keep his own part with him. This
+singular marauder, it appears, from authentic information,
+wished at first to argue the point at issue
+with the Baron of Brackley; but in the course of the
+altercation some expression from one of the parties
+occasioned a mutual discharge of fire-arms, by which
+Brackley and three of his followers fell. An attempt
+was made by the baron's friends to bring Fuddie to
+justice; but the case seems to have been justly considered
+one of chance medley, and the accused party
+was soon restored to society."&mdash;<i>The Scottish Ballads</i>,
+p. 147.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down Dee side came Inverey whistling and playing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's lighted at Brackley yates at the day dawing.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Says, "Baron o' Brackley, O are ye within?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's sharp swords at the yate will gar your blood spin."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The lady raise up, to the window she went;<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She heard her kye lowing o'er hill and o'er bent.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O rise up, ye baron, and turn back your kye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the lads o' Drumwharran are driving them bye."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"How can I rise, lady, or turn them again!<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 190 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><span class="i0">Whare'er I have ae man, I wat they hae ten."<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then rise up, my lasses, tak rocks in your hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And turn back the kye;&mdash;I ha'e you at command.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gin I had a husband, as I hae nane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wadna lye in his bower, see his kye ta'en."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then up got the baron, and cried for his graith;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says, "Lady, I'll gang, tho' to leave you I'm laith.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, and gie me my speir;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I ay was for peace, tho' I never fear'd weir.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, nor think I'm to blame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I weel may gae out, but I'll never win in!"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Brackley was busked, and rade o'er the closs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gallanter baron ne'er lap to a horse.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Brackley was mounted, and rade o'er the green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was as bald a baron as ever was seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tho' there cam' wi' Inverey thirty and three,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was nane wi' bonny Brackley but his brother and he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But against four and thirty, wae's me, what is twa?<!-- Page 191 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wi' swords and wi' daggers they did him surround;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they've pierced bonny Brackley wi' many a wound.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Frae the head o' the Dee to the banks o' the Spey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Gordons may mourn him, and bann Inverey.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O came ye by Brackley yates, was ye in there?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O I came by Brackley yates, I was in there,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I saw his Peggy a-making good cheer."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That lady she feasted them, carried them ben;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She laugh'd wi' the men that her baron had slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O fye on you, lady! how could you do sae?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You open'd your yates to the fause Inverey."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcom'd him in;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She welcom'd the villain that slew her baron!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shaw'd him the road that he shou'dna be taen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thro' Birss and Aboyne," she says, "lyin in a tour,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O'er the hills o' Glentanar you'll skip in an hour."<!-- Page 192 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">&mdash;There's grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha';<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the Baron o' Brackley is dead and awa.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_BARON_OF_BRAIKLEY" id="THE_BARON_OF_BRAIKLEY"></a>THE BARON OF BRAIKLEY.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">Buchan's <i>Gleanings</i>, p. 68, taken from <i>Scarce Ancient
+Ballads</i>, p. 9.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Inverey came down Deeside whistlin an playin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was at brave Braikley's yett ere it was dawin;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He rappit fou loudly, an wi a great roar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cried, "Cum down, cum down, Braikley, an open the door.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Are ye sleepin, Baronne, or are ye wakin?<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther's sharp swords at your yett will gar your bluid spin:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Open the yett, Braikley, an lat us within,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out spak the brave Baronne owre the castell wa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Are ye come to spulzie an plunder my ha?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gin ye drink o' my wine ye'll nae gar my bluid spin.<!-- Page 193 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye may gang to the lawlands and steal their fat ky;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther spulzie like revers o' wyld kettrin clan,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wha plunder unsparing baith houses and lan'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther's meat an drink i' my ha' for every man:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gang down to the lawlans, an steal horse an ky."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she laid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They're but hir'd widdifus wi belted plaids.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Cum kis me, my Peggy, I'le nae langer stay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I will go out an meet Inverey;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For yon same hir'd widdifus will prove to be men."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She called on her maries, they came to her han;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cries, "Bring your rocks, lassies, we will them coman;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For me an my women will them defy.<!-- Page 194 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come forth than, my maidens, an show them some play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We'll ficht them, an shortly the cowards will fly.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gin I had a husband, wheras I hae nane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wadna ly in his bed and see his ky taen.<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ther's four-an-twenty milk whit calves, twal o' them ky,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the woods o' Glentanner it's ther they a' ly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther are goats in the Etnach, an sheep o' the brae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An a' will be plunderd by young Inverey."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now haud your tongue, Peggy, an gie me a gun,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye'll see me gae furth, but Ile never return.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Call my bruther William, my unkl also;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My cusin James Gordon, we'll mount an' we'll go."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whan Braikley was ready an stood i the closs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was the bravest baronne that e'er munted horse;<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whan a' war assembld on the castell green,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nae man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Turn back, bruther William, ye are a bridegroom,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o the mill,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 195 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span><span class="i0">O sichin and sobbin she'll seen get her fill."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'me nae coward, brither, it's kent I'me a man;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ile ficht i' your quarral as lang's I can stan.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ile ficht, my dear brither, wi heart an guid will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An so will yung Harry that lives at the mill.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But turn, my dear brither, and nae langer stay.<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What'll cum o' your ladie, gin Braikley they slay?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What'll cum o' your ladie an' bonny yung son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O what'll cum o' them when Braikley is gone?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I never will turn: do ye think I will fly?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No, here I will ficht, and here I will die."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Strik dogs," cries Inverey, "an ficht till ye're slayn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we are four hunder, ye are but four men:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honor is gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your lans we will plunder, your castell we'll burn."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">At the head o' the Etnach the battel began,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At little Auchoilzie they killd the first man:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First they killd ane, an syne they killd twa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They killd gallant Braikley, the flowr o' them a'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They killd William Gordon and James o' the Knox,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An brave Alexander, the flowr o' Glenmuick:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What sichin an moaning war heard i the glen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the Baronne o' Braikley, wha basely was slayn!<!-- Page 196 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Came ye by the castell, an was ye in there?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yes, I cam by Braikley, an I gaed in ther,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An ther saw his ladie braiding her hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"She was rantin, an' dancin, an' singin for joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An vowin that nicht she woud feest Inverey:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She eat wi him, drank wi him, welcomd him in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was kind to the man that had slayn her baronne."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_22b_81" id="LNanchor_22b_81"></a><a href="#Linenote_22b_81" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Up spak the son on the nourices knee,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gin I live to be a man revenged Ile be."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther's dool i the kitchin, an mirth i the ha,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Baronne o Braikley is dead an awa.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_22b_81" id="Linenote_22b_81"></a><a href="#LNanchor_22b_81" title="link to line number">81</a>. See <i>Johnie Armstrang</i>, p. <a href="#Page_45">45</a>.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="GILDEROY" id="GILDEROY"></a>GILDEROY.</h3>
+
+
+<p>Gilderoy (properly Gilleroy) signifies in Gaelic
+"the red-haired lad." The person thus denoted was,
+according to tradition, one Patrick of the proscribed
+clan Gregor. The following account of him is taken
+from the <i>Scot's Musical Museum</i>, p. 71, vol. iv. ed. of
+1853.</p>
+
+<p>"Gilderoy was a notorious freebooter in the highlands
+of Perthshire, who, with his gang, for a considerable
+time infested the country, committing the most
+barbarous outrages on the inhabitants. Some of these<!-- Page 197 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span>
+ruffians, however, were at length apprehended through
+the vigilance and activity of the Stewarts of Athol,
+and conducted to Edinburgh, where they were tried,
+condemned, and executed, in February, 1638. Gilderoy,
+seeing his accomplices taken and hanged, went
+up, and in revenge burned several houses belonging
+to the Stewarts in Athol. This new act of atrocity
+was the prelude to his ruin. A proclamation was
+issued offering £1,000 for his apprehension. The inhabitants
+rose <i>en masse</i>, and pursued him from place
+to place, till at length he, with five more of his associates,
+was overtaken and secured. They were next
+carried to Edinburgh, where after trial and conviction,
+they expiated their offences on the gallows, in the
+month of July, 1638."</p>
+
+<p>In the vulgar story-books, Gilderoy, besides committing
+various monstrous and unnatural crimes, enjoys
+the credit of having picked Cardinal Richelieu's
+pocket in the King's presence, robbed Oliver Cromwell,
+and hanged a judge.</p>
+
+<p>The ballad <i>is said</i> to have been composed not long
+after the death of Gilderoy, "by a young woman of
+no mean talent, who unfortunately became attached
+to this daring robber, and had cohabited with him for
+some time before his being apprehended." A blackletter
+copy printed in England as early as 1650 has
+been preserved. Another, with "some slight variations,"
+is contained "in Playford's <i>Wit and Mirth</i>, first
+edition of vol. iii., printed in 1703." The piece is
+next found in <i>Pills to purge Melancholy</i>, v. 39, and,
+with one different stanza, in <i>Old Ballads</i>, i. 271. In
+the second volume (p. 106) of Thomson's <i>Orpheus
+Caledonius</i> (1733), it appears with considerable al<!-- Page 198 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span>terations.
+Lady Elizabeth Wardlaw (<i>née</i> Halket)
+undertook a revision of the ballad, and by expunging
+two worthless stanzas and adding three (those enclosed
+in brackets), produced the version here given, which
+is taken from Ritson's <i>Scotish Songs</i>, ii. 24. Percy's
+copy (<i>Reliques</i>, i. 335) is the same, with the omission
+of the ninth stanza, and Herd and Pinkerton have
+followed Percy.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gilderoy was a bonny boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had roses tull his shoone;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His stockings were of silken soy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' garters hanging doune.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was, I weene, a comelie sight,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see sae trim a boy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was my jo and hearts delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My handsome Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O sik twa charming een he had,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A breath as sweet as rose;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He never ware a Highland plaid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But costly silken clothes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He gain'd the luve of ladies gay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nane eir tul him was coy:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah, wae is me! I mourn the day,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my dear Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Gilderoy and I were born<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baith in one toun together;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We scant were seven years, beforn<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 199 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><span class="i2">We gan to luve each other;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our dadies and our mammies, thay<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were fill'd wi' mickle joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To think upon the bridal day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twixt me and Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Gilderoy, that luve of mine,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gude faith, I freely bought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wedding sark of holland fine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' silken flowers wrought;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he gied me a wedding ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which I receiv'd wi' joy;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nae lad nor lassie eir could sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like me and Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wi' mickle joy we spent our prime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till we were baith sixteen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And aft we passed the langsome time,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amang the leaves sae green;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aft on the banks we'd sit us thair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sweetly kiss and toy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My handsome Gilderoy.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">[O that he still had been content<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' me to lead his life;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But ah, his manfu' heart was bent<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To stir in feates of strife:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he in many a venturous deed<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His courage bauld wad try,<!-- Page 200 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now this gars mine heart to bleed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my dear Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And whan of me his leave he tuik,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The tears they wat mine ee;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I gave tull him a parting luik,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"My benison gang wi' thee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God speid thee weil, mine ain dear heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For gane is all my joy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My heart is rent sith we maun part,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My handsome Gilderoy."]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My Gilderoy, baith far and near,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was fear'd in every toun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bauldly bare away the gear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of many a lawland loun.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nane eir durst meet him man to man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was sae brave a boy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At length wi' numbers he was tane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My winsome Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">[The Queen of Scots possessed nought<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That my love let me want,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For cow and ew he 'to me brought,'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And een whan they were skant.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All these did honestly possess<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He never did annoy,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who never fail'd to pay their cess<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To my love Gilderoy.]<!-- Page 201 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wae worth the loun that made the laws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hang a man for gear;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To reave of live for ox or ass,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For sheep, or horse, or mare!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Had not their laws been made sae strick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I neir had lost my joy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' sorrow neir had wat my cheek<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For my dear Gilderoy.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Giff Gilderoy had done amisse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He mought hae banisht been;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ah! what sair cruelty is this,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hang sike handsome men!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hang the flower o' Scottish land,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sae sweet and fair a boy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nae lady had sae white a hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As thee, my Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They bound him mickle strong;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tull Edenburrow they led him thair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on a gallows hung:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They hung him high aboon the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He was sae trim a boy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thair dyed the youth whom I lued best,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My handsome Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus having yielded up his breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I bare his corpse away;<!-- Page 202 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' tears that trickled for his death<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I washt his comelye clay;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And siker in a grave sae deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I laid the dear-loed boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now for evir maun I weep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My winsome Gilderoy.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="ROB_ROY" id="ROB_ROY"></a>ROB ROY.</h3>
+
+
+<p>The subject of this piece is the abduction of a
+young Scottish lady by a son of the celebrated Rob
+Roy Macgregor. Sentence of outlawry had been
+pronounced against this person for not appearing to
+stand his trial for murder. While under this sentence,
+he conceived the desperate project of carrying
+off Jane Kay, heiress of Edinbelly, in Sterlingshire,
+and obtaining possession of her estate by a forced
+marriage. Engaging a party of the proscribed Macgregors
+to assist him in this enterprise, Rob Roy
+entered the young woman's house with his brother
+James, tied her, hand and foot, with ropes, and carried
+her thus on horseback to the abode of one of his clan
+in Argyleshire, where, after some mock ceremony,
+she was compelled to submit to his embraces. The
+place in which the unfortunate woman was detained,
+was discovered, and she was rescued by her family.
+Rob Roy and James Macgregor were tried for their
+lives. The latter escaped from prison, but the principal
+in this outrage suffered condign punishment in
+February, 1753.<!-- Page 203 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Fragments of the story were printed in <i>Select
+Scotish Songs</i>, by Robert Burns, edited by R. H.
+Cromek, ii. 199, and in Maidment's <i>North Countrie
+Garland</i>, p. 44; a complete copy in the <i>Thistle of
+Scotland</i>, p. 93. Chambers has combined the fragments
+of Burns and Maidment with a third version
+furnished by Mr. Kinloch, and has produced a ballad
+which is on the whole the most eligible for this place.
+(<i>Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 175.) <a href="#ROB_ROY_See_p_203">In the Appendix</a> may be
+seen the editions above referred to, and also <i><a href="#EPPIE_MORRIE">Eppie
+Morrie</a></i>, a ballad founded on a similar incident.</p>
+
+<p>This sort of kidnapping seems to have been the
+commonest occurrence in the world in Scotland.
+Sharpe has collected not a few cases in his <i>Ballad
+Book</i>, p. 99, and he gives us two stanzas of another
+ballad.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Highlandmen hae a' cum down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They've a' come down almost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They've stowen away the bonny lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Lady of Arngosk.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Behind her back they've tied her hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An' then they set her on;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I winna gang wi' you," she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Nor ony Highland loon."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rob Roy frae the Hielands cam<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto the Lawland Border,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To steal awa a gay ladye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To haud his house in order.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He cam ower the loch o' Lynn,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twenty men his arms did carry;<!-- Page 204 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Himsell gaed in and fand her out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Protesting he would marry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he cam he surrounded the house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No tidings there cam before him,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else the lady would have gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For still she did abhor him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O will ye gae wi' me?" he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"O will ye be my honey?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O will ye be my wedded wife?<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I loe ye best of ony."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I winna gae wi' you," she says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I winna be your honey;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I winna be your wedded wife,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye loe me for my money."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast hauding by her mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They were parted frae each other.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He gied her nae time to be dress'd,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As ladies do when they're brides,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he hastened and hurried her awa,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rowed her in his plaids.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He mounted her upon a horse,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 205 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><span class="i2">Himsell lap on behind her,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they're awa to the Hieland hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where her friends may never find her.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As they gaed ower the Hieland hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lady aften fainted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying, "Wae be to my cursed gowd,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This road to me invented!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They rade till they came to Ballyshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At Ballyshine they tarried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He brought to her a cotton gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet ne'er wad she be married.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Two held her up before the priest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Four carried her to bed O;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Maist mournfully she wept and cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she by him was laid O!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">[<i>The tune changes</i>.]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O be content, O be content,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O be content to stay, lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For now ye are my wedded wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until my dying day, lady.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Rob Roy was my father call'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Macgregor was his name, lady;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He led a band o' heroes bauld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I am here the same, lady.<!-- Page 206 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He was a hedge unto his friends,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A heckle to his foes, lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every one that did him wrang,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He took him by the nose, lady.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I am as bold, I am as bold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As my father was afore, lady;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that daurs dispute my word<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall feel my gude claymore, lady.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My father left me cows and yowes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sheep, and goats, and a', lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you and twenty thousand merks<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will mak me a man fu' braw, lady."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" /><p><!-- Page 208 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="BOOK_VII" id="BOOK_VII"></a>BOOK VII.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 209 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="QUEEN_ELEANORS_CONFESSION" id="QUEEN_ELEANORS_CONFESSION"></a>QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION.</h3>
+
+
+<p>Eleanor of Aquitaine was divorced from her first
+husband, Louis VII. of France, on account of misbehavior
+at Antioch, during the Second Crusade. Her
+conduct after her second marriage, with Henry II. of
+England, is agreed to have been irreproachable on
+the score of chastity. It is rather hard, therefore,
+that her reputation should be assailed as it is here;
+but if we complain of this injustice, what shall we
+say when we find, further on, the same story, with
+others even more ridiculous, told of the virtuous
+Eleanor of Castile, wife of Edward I.? See Peele's
+<i>Chronicle History of Edward I.</i>, Dyce's ed. i. 185,
+188, <i>seq.</i>, and the ballad in vol. vii., 291. Both of
+these ballads are indeed pretty specimens of the historical
+value of popular traditions. The idea of the
+unlucky shrift is borrowed from some old story-teller.
+It occurs in the <i>fabliau Du Chevalier qui fist sa Fame
+confesse</i>, Barbazan, ed. Méon, iii. 229, in Boccaccio G.
+vii. 5, Bandello, Malespini, &amp;c.; also in La Fontaine's
+<i>Le Mari Confesseur</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The following ballad is from the <i>Collection</i> of 1723,
+vol. i. p. 18. There are several other versions:
+Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 165 (with corrections); Buchan's
+<i>Gleanings</i>, p. 77; Motherwell's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 1 (<i>Earl
+Marshal</i>, from recitation); Aytoun's <i>Ballads of Scotland</i>,
+new ed. i. 196; Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>,
+p. 247.<!-- Page 210 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Queen Eleanor was a sick woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And afraid that she should dye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then she sent for two fryars of France,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To speak with her speedily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King call'd down his nobles all,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By one, by two, by three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And sent away for Earl Marshal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To speak with him speedily.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When that he came before the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He fell on his bended knee;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, our gracious king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you sent so hastily."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll pawn my lands," the King then cry'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"My sceptre and my crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That whatsoe're Queen Eleanor says,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will not write it down.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Do you put on a fryar's coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I'll put on another;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we will to Queen Eleanor go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like fryar and his brother."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus both attired then they go:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When they came to Whitehall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bells did ring, and the choristers sing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the torches did light them all.<!-- Page 211 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When that they came before the Queen,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They fell on their bended knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, our gracious queen,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you sent so hastily."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Are you two fryars of France," she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"As I suppose you be?<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But if you are two English fryars,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then hanged you shall be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"We are two fryars of France," they said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"As you suppose we be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have not been at any mass<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since we came from the sea."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The first vile thing that e're I did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I will to you unfold;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earl Marshal had my maidenhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath this cloth of gold."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"That's a vile sin," then said the King;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"God may forgive it thee!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a heavy heart spoke he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The next vile thing that e're I did,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To you I'll not deny;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I made a box of poyson strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To poyson King Henry."<!-- Page 212 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"That's a vile sin," then said the King,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"God may forgive it thee!"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And I wish it so may be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The next vile thing that e're I did,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To you I will discover;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I poysoned fair Rosamond,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in fair Woodstock bow'r."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"That's a vile sin," then said the King;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"God may forgive it thee!"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And I wish it so may be."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Do you see yonder's [a] little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A tossing of the ball?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is Earl Marshal's eldest son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I love him the best of all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Do you see yonder's [a] little boy,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A catching of the ball?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That is King Henry's son," she said;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I love him the worst of all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"His head is like unto a bull,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His nose is like a boar,"&mdash;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No matter for that," King Henry cry'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I love him the better therefore."<!-- Page 213 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king pull'd off his fryar's coat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And appeared all in red;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She shriek'd, she cry'd, and wrung her hands,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And said she was betray'd.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King look'd over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a grim look looked he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And said, "Earl Marshal, but for my oath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or hanged shouldst thou be."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+<p class="center"><a name="QUEEN_ELEANORS_CONFESSION_Kinloch" id="QUEEN_ELEANORS_CONFESSION_Kinloch"></a>From Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, 247.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Queen fell sick, and very, very sick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She was sick, and like to dee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And she sent for a friar oure frae France,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her cónfessour to be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">King Henry, when he heard o' that,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An angry man was he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he sent to the Earl Marshall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Attendance for to gie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The Queen is sick," King Henry cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And wants to be beshriven;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She has sent for a friar oure frae France;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the rude, he were better in heaven!<!-- Page 214 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But tak you now a friar's guise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The voice and gesture feign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when she has the pardon crav'd,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Respond to her, Amen!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And I will be a prelate old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sit in a corner dark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To hear the adventures of my spouse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My spouse, and her holy spark."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My liege, my liege, how can I betray<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My mistress and my queen!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O swear by the rude, that no damage<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From this shall be gotten or gien!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I swear by the rude," quoth King Henry,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"No damage shall be gotten or gien,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Come, let us spare no cure nor care<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the conscience o' the Queen."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O fathers, O fathers, I'm very, very sick,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm sick, and like to dee;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some ghostly comfort to my poor soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O tell if ye can gie!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Confess, confess," Earl Marshall cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And ye shall pardoned be:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Confess, confess," the King replied,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And we shall comfort gie."<!-- Page 215 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O how shall I tell the sorry, sorry tale!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">How can the tale be told!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I play'd the harlot wi' the Earl Marshall<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath yon cloth of gold.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I hope it will pardoned be:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a very fear't heart had he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O down i' the forest, in a bower,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beyond yon dark oak tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I drew a penknife frae my pocket<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To kill King Henerie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I hope it will pardoned be:"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a very fear't heart had he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O do you see yon pretty little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That's playing at the ba'?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is the Earl Marshall's only son,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I loved him best of a'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I hope it will pardoned be:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 216 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span><span class="i2">And a very fear't heart had he.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And do you see yon pretty little girl,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That's a' beclad in green?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She's a friar's daughter, oure in France,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I hoped to see her a queen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But I hope it will pardoned be:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And a fear't heart still had he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O do you see yon other little boy,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That's playing at the ba'?<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He is King Henry's only son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I like him warst of a'.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He's headed like a buck," she said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And backed like a bear,"&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Amen!" quoth the King, in the King's ain voice,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"He shall be my only heir."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The King look'd over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An angry man was he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"An it werna for the oath I sware,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Earl Marshall, thou shouldst dee."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 217 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="AULD_MAITLAND" id="AULD_MAITLAND"></a>AULD MAITLAND.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, i. 306.</p>
+
+
+<p>"This ballad, notwithstanding its present appearance,
+has a claim to very high antiquity. It has been
+preserved by tradition; and is, perhaps, the most
+authentic instance of a long and very old poem, exclusively
+thus preserved. It is only known to a few
+old people upon the sequestered banks of the Ettrick,
+and is published, as written down from the recitation
+of the mother of Mr. James Hogg, who sings, or rather
+chants it, with great animation. She learned the
+ballad from a blind man, who died at the advanced
+age of ninety, and is said to have been possessed of
+much traditionary knowledge. Although the language
+of this poem is much modernized, yet many
+words, which the reciters have retained without understanding
+them, still preserve traces of its antiquity.
+Such are the words <i>springals</i> (corruptedly pronounced
+<i>springwalls</i>), <i>sowies</i>, <i>portcullize</i>, and many other appropriate
+terms of war and chivalry, which could
+never have been introduced by a modern ballad-maker[?].
+The incidents are striking and well managed;
+and they are in strict conformity with the
+manners of the age in which they are placed.</p>
+
+<p>"The date of the ballad cannot be ascertained with
+any degree of accuracy. Sir Richard Maitland, the<!-- Page 218 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>
+hero of the poem, seems to have been in possession of
+his estate about 1250; so that, as he survived the
+commencement of the wars betwixt England and
+Scotland, in 1296, his prowess against the English, in
+defence of his castle of Lauder or Thirlestane, must
+have been exerted during his extreme old age.</p>
+
+<p>"The castle of Thirlestane is situated upon the
+Leader, near the town of Lauder. Whether the
+present building, which was erected by Chancellor
+Maitland, and improved by the duke of Lauderdale,
+occupies the site of the ancient castle, I do not know;
+but it still merits the epithet of a "<i>darksome house</i>."
+I find no notice of the siege in history; but there is
+nothing improbable in supposing, that the castle, during
+the stormy period of the Baliol wars, may have
+held out against the English. The creation of a
+nephew of Edward I., for the pleasure of slaying him
+by the hand of young Maitland, is a poetical license;<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>
+and may induce us to place the date of the composition
+about the reign of David II., or of his successor,
+when the real exploits of Maitland and his sons were
+in some degree obscured, as well as magnified, by the
+lapse of time. The inveterate hatred against the
+English, founded upon the usurpation of Edward I.,
+glows in every line of the ballad.</p>
+
+<p>"Auld Maitland is placed, by Gawain Douglas,
+Bishop of Dunkeld, among the popular heroes of
+romance, in his allegorical Palice of Honour.<!-- Page 219 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I saw Raf Coilyear with his thrawin brow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crabit John the Reif, and auld Cowkilbeis Sow;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And how the wran cam out of Ailesay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Piers Plowman, that meid his workmen fow:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Gret Gowmacmorne, and Fin Mac Cowl, and how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They suld be goddis in Ireland, as they say.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Thair saw I Maitland upon auld beird gray</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Robin Hude, and Gilbert with the quhite hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How Hay of Nauchton flew in Madin land."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>"It is a curious circumstance that this interesting
+tale, so often referred to by ancient authors, should
+be now recovered in so perfect a state; and many
+readers may be pleased to see the following sensible
+observations, made by a person born in Ettrick Forest,
+in the humble situation of a shepherd: 'I am surprised
+to hear that this song is suspected by some
+to be a modern forgery; the contrary will be best
+proved, by most of the old people, hereabouts, having
+a great part of it by heart. Many, indeed, are not
+aware of the manners of this country; till this present
+age, the poor illiterate people, in these glens, knew of
+no other entertainment, in the long winter nights,
+than repeating, and listening to, the feats of their ancestors,
+recorded in songs, which I believe to be
+handed down, from father to son, for many generations,
+although, no doubt, had a copy been taken, at
+the end of every fifty years, there must have been
+some difference, occasioned by the gradual change of
+language. I believe it is thus that many very ancient
+songs have been gradually modernized, to the common
+ear; while, to the connoisseur, they present
+marks of their genuine antiquity.'&mdash;<i>Letter to the
+Editor</i>, <i>from</i> Mr. <span class="smcap">James Hogg</span>. [June 30, 1801.]
+To the observations of my ingenious correspondent I<!-- Page 220 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span>
+have nothing to add, but that, in this, and a thousand
+other instances, they accurately coincide with my personal
+knowledge."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p>
+
+<p>Notwithstanding the authority of Scott and Leyden,
+I am inclined to agree with Mr. Aytoun, (<i>Ballads of
+Scotland</i>, ii. 1,) that this ballad is a modern imitation,
+or if not that, a comparatively recent composition.
+It is with reluctance that I make for it the room
+it requires.</p>
+
+<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Such liberties with the genealogy of monarchs were
+common to romancers. Henry the Minstrel makes Wallace
+slay more than one of King Edward's nephews; and Johnie
+Armstrong claims the merit of slaying a sister's son of
+Henry VIII.&mdash;S. (See p. <a href="#Page_49">49</a>.)</p></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There lived a king in southern land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">King Edward hight his name;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unwordily he wore the crown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till fifty years were gane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had a sister's son o's ain,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was large of blood and bane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And afterward, when he came up,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Young Edward hight his name.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One day he came before the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kneel'd low on his knee&mdash;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"A boon, a boon, my good uncle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I crave to ask of thee!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"At our lang wars, in fair Scotland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fain hae wish'd to be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If fifteen hundred waled wight men<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You'll grant to ride wi' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thou sall hae thae, thou sall hae mae;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I say it sickerlie;<!-- Page 221 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I mysell, an auld gray man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Array'd your host sall see."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">King Edward rade, King Edward ran&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wish him dool and pyne!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he had fifteen hundred men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Assembled on the Tyne.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And thrice as many at <a name="LNanchor_VII_2_25" id="LNanchor_VII_2_25"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_25" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Berwicke</a><span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were all for battle bound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VII_2_27" id="LNanchor_VII_2_27"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_27" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[Who, marching forth with false Dunbar,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_27" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">A ready welcome found.]</a><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They lighted on the banks of Tweed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And blew their coals sae het,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fired the Merse and Teviotdale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All in an evening late.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As they fared up o'er Lammermore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They burn'd baith up and down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until they came to a darksome house,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some call it Leader-Town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wha hauds this house?" young Edward cry'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Or wha gies't ower to me?"<!-- Page 222 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gray-hair'd knight set up his head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And crackit richt crousely:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Of Scotland's king I haud my house;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He pays me meat and fee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will keep my guid auld house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">While my house will keep me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They laid their sowies to the wall,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' mony a heavy peal;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he threw ower to them agen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Baith pitch and tar barrel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With springalds, stanes, and gads of airn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amang them fast he threw;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till mony of the Englishmen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About the wall he slew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Full fifteen days that braid host lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sieging Auld Maitland keen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Syne they hae left him, hail and feir,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Within his strength of stane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Met them upon a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Which they did lade with as much spoil<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As they could bear away.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"England's our ain by heritage;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And what can us withstand,<!-- Page 223 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now we hae conquer'd fair Scotland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With buckler, bow, and brand?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they are on to the land o' France,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where auld King Edward lay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Burning baith castle, tower, and town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That he met in his way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Until he came unto that town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which some call <a name="LNanchor_VII_2_70" id="LNanchor_VII_2_70"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_70" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Billop-Grace</a>;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There were Auld Maitland's sons, a' three,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Learning at school, alas!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The eldest to the youngest said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"O see ye what I see?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VII_2_75" id="LNanchor_VII_2_75"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_75" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Gin a' be trew yon standard says,</a><span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We're fatherless a' three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For Scotland's conquer'd up and down;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Landmen we'll never be:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now, will you go, my brethren two,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 224 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span><span class="i2">And try some jeopardy?"<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they hae saddled twa black horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twa black horse and a gray;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they are on to King Edward's host,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before the dawn of day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they arrived before the host,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They hover'd on the lay&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Wilt thou lend me our king's standard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bear a little way?"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Where wast thou bred? where wast thou born?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where, or in what countrie?"<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"In north of England I was born:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">(It needed him to lie.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"A knight me gat, a lady bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I am a squire of high renowne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I well may bear't to any king,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever yet wore crowne."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He ne'er came of an Englishman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had sic an ee or bree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But thou art the likest Auld Maitland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever I did see.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But sic a gloom on ae browhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grant I ne'er see again!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For mony of our men he slew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mony put to pain."<!-- Page 225 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Maitland heard his father's name,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An angry man was he!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then, lifting up a gilt dagger,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hung low down by his knee,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He stabb'd the knight the standard bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He stabb'd him cruellie;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then caught the standard by the neuk,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fast away rode he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Now, is't na time to flee?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ay, by my sooth!" they baith replied,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"We'll bear you company."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The youngest turn'd him in a path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drew a burnish'd brand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And fifteen of the foremost slew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till back the lave did stand.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He spurr'd the gray into the path,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till baith his sides they bled&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gray! thou maun carry me away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or my life lies in wad!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The captain lookit ower the wa',<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About the break o' day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There he beheld the three Scots lads,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pursued along the way.<!-- Page 226 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pull up portcullize! down draw-brigg!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My nephews are at hand;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they sall lodge wi' me to-night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In spite of all England."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whene'er they came within the yate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They thrust their horse them frae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And took three lang spears in their hands,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Saying, "Here sall come nae mae!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And they shot out, and they shot in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till it was fairly day;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When mony of the Englishmen<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About the draw-brigg lay.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then they hae yoked carts and wains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To ca' their dead away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And shot auld dykes abune the lave,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In gutters where they lay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king, at his pavilion door,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was heard aloud to say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Last night, three o' the lads o' France<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My standard stole away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wi' a fause tale, disguised, they came,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wi' a fauser trayne;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to regain my gaye standard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">These men were a' down slayne."<!-- Page 227 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It ill befits," the youngest said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"A crowned king to lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, or that I taste meat and drink,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Reproved sall he be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He went before King Edward straight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And kneel'd low on his knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I wad hae leave, my lord," he said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"To speak a word wi' thee."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king he turn'd him round about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And wistna what to say&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Quo' he, "Man, thou's hae leave to speak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though thou should speak a' day."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye said that three young lads o' France<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your standard stole away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' a fause tale, and a fauser trayne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And mony men did slay.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But we are nane the lads o' France,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor e'er pretend to be;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We are three lads o' fair Scotland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Auld Maitland's sons are we;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Nor is there men, in a' your host,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Daur fight us three to three."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now, by my sooth," young Edward said,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Weel fitted ye sall be!<!-- Page 228 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Piercy sall with the eldest fight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Ethert Lunn wi' thee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">William of Lancaster the third,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring your fourth to me!"<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VII_2_181" id="LNanchor_VII_2_181"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_181" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">["Remember, Piercy, aft the Scot</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_181" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Has cower'd beneath thy hand:]</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For every drap of Maitland blood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll gie a rig of land."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He clanked Piercy ower the head,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A deep wound and a sair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the best blood o' his bodie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came rinning down his hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now, I've slayne ane; slay ye the twa;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And that's gude companye;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if the twa suld slay ye baith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye'se get na help frae me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Ethert Lunn, a baited bear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Had many battles seen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He set the youngest wonder sair,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till the eldest he grew keen.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I am nae king, nor nae sic thing:<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My word it shanna stand!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Ethert sall a buffet bide,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 229 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><span class="i2">Come he beneath my brand."<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He clankit Ethert ower the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A deep wound and a sair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the best blood of his bodie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came rinning ower his hair.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now I've slayne twa; slaye ye the ane;<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Isna that gude companye?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tho' the ane suld slaye ye baith,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye'se get nae help o' me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The twa-some they hae slayne the ane;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They maul'd him cruellie;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then hung them over the draw-brigg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That all the host might see.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They rade their horse, they ran their horse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then hover'd on the lee:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"We be three lads o' fair Scotland,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That fain would fighting see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This boasting when young Edward heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An angry man was he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I'll tak yon lad, I'll bind yon lad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bring him bound to thee!"<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now God forbid," King Edward said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"That ever thou suld try!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three worthy leaders we hae lost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thou the fourth wad lie.<!-- Page 230 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If thou shouldst hang on yon draw-brigg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Blythe wad I never be:"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, wi' the poll-axe in his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the brigg sprang he.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first stroke that young Edward gae,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He struck wi' might and mayn;<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He clove the Maitland's helmet stout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bit right nigh the brayn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Maitland saw his ain blood fa',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An angry man was he:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He let his weapon frae him fa',<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And at his throat did flee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And thrice about he did him swing,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till on the grund he light,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where he has halden young Edward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Tho' he was great in might.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now let him up," King Edward cried,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And let him come to me:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for the deed that thou hast done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou shalt hae erldomes three."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's ne'er be said in France, nor e'er<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Scotland, when I'm hame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VII_2_247" id="LNanchor_VII_2_247"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_2_247" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">That Edward once lay under me,</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And e'er gat up again!"<!-- Page 231 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He pierced him through and through the heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He maul'd him cruellie;<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then hung him ower the draw-brigg,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beside the other three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now take frae me that feather-bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Make me a bed o' strae!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wish I hadna lived this day,<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To mak my heart sae wae.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If I were ance at London Tower,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where I was wont to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I never mair suld gang frae hame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till borne on a bier-tree."<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_2_25" id="Linenote_VII_2_25"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_2_25" title="link to line number">25</a>. North-Berwick, according to some reciters.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_2_27" id="Linenote_VII_2_27"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_2_27" title="link to line number">27, 28</a>. These two lines have been inserted by Mr. Hogg,
+to complete the verse. Dunbar, the fortress of Patrick, Earl
+of March, was too often opened to the English, by the treachery
+of that baron, during the reign of Edward I.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_2_70" id="Linenote_VII_2_70"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_2_70" title="link to line number">70</a>. If this be a Flemish or Scottish corruption for Ville
+de Grace, in Normandy, that town was never besieged by
+Edward I., whose wars in France were confined to the province
+of Gascony. The rapid change of scene, from Scotland
+to France, excites a suspicion that some verses may
+have been lost in this place.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_2_75" id="Linenote_VII_2_75"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_2_75" title="link to line number">75</a>. Edward had quartered the arms of Scotland with his
+own.&mdash;S.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_2_181" id="Linenote_VII_2_181"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_2_181" title="link to line number">181, 182</a>, supplied by Hogg.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_2_247" id="Linenote_VII_2_247"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_2_247" title="link to line number">247</a>. Some reciters repeat it thus:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"That <i>Englishman</i> lay under me,"<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>which is in the true spirit of Blind Harry, who makes Wallace
+say,</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I better like to see the Southeron die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than gold or land, that they can gie to me."&mdash;S.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="WILLIE_WALLACE" id="WILLIE_WALLACE"></a>WILLIE WALLACE.</h3>
+
+
+<p>After the battle of Roslin, we are informed by
+Bower, the continuator of Fordun's <i>Scotichronicon</i>,
+Wallace took ship for France, and various songs, both
+in that kingdom and in Scotland, he goes on to say,
+bear witness to the courage with which he encountered
+the attacks of pirates on the ocean, and of the
+English on the continent. Whatever we may think<!-- Page 232 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span>
+of Wallace's expedition to France, there can be no
+doubt that the hero's exploits were at an early date
+celebrated in popular song. Still, the ballads which
+are preserved relate to only one of Wallace's adventures,
+and are of doubtful antiquity.</p>
+
+<p>Burns communicated to Johnson's <i>Museum</i> (p. 498)
+a defective ballad called <i>Gude Wallace</i>. A better
+copy of this, from tradition, is here given. It is taken
+from Buchan's <i>Gleanings</i> (p. 114), and was derived
+by the editor from a wandering gipsy tinker. Mr.
+Laing has inserted in the notes to the new edition of
+Johnson's <i>Museum</i> (iv. 458*) what may perhaps be
+the original of both these recited ballads, though inferior
+to either. This copy appeared in a chap-book
+with some Jacobite ballads, about the year 1750. There
+are two other versions of this same story, in which
+Wallace's mistress is induced to betray him to the
+English, but repents in time to save her lover. <a href="#SIR_WILLIAM_WALLACE">The
+best of these is annexed to the present ballad</a>. The
+other, which is but a fragment, is printed in Buchan's
+larger collection, ii. 226, <i>Wallace and his Leman</i>.</p>
+
+<p>The principal incidents of this story are to be found
+in the Fifth Book of Blind Harry's Metrical <i>Life of
+Wallace</i>.</p>
+
+<p>Jamieson, in <i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. 166, and Cunningham,
+in <i>The Songs of Scotland</i>, i. 262, have taken
+the stanzas in Johnson's <i>Museum</i> as the basis of ballads
+of their own.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wallace in the high highlans,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neither meat nor drink got he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "Fa' me life, or fa' me death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now to some town I maun be."<!-- Page 233 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's put on his short claiding,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on his short claiding put he;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says, "Fa' me life, or fa' me death,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Now to Perth-town I maun be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He stepped o'er the river Tay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I wat he stepped on dry land;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wasna aware of a well-fared maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was washing there her lilie hands.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news hae ye this day to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No news, no news, ye gentle knight,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No news hae I this day to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But fifteen lords in the hostage house<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Waiting Wallace for to see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"If I had but in my pocket<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The worth of one single pennie,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would go to the hostage house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there the gentlemen to see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She put her hand in her pocket,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And she has pull'd out half-a-crown;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says, "Take ye that, ye belted knight,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Twill pay your way till ye come down."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As he went from the well-fared maid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A beggar bold I wat met he,<!-- Page 234 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was cover'd wi' a clouted cloak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And in his hand a trusty tree.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, ye silly auld man?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news hae ye this day to gie?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"No news, no news, ye belted knight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No news hae I this day to thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But fifteen lords in the hostage house<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Waiting Wallace for to see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ye'll lend me your clouted cloak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That covers you frae head to shie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'll go to the hostage house,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Asking there for some supplie."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now he's gone to the West-muir wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there he's pull'd a trusty tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then he's on to the hostage gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Asking there for charitie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Down the stair the captain comes,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Aye the poor man for to see:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"If ye be a captain as good as ye look,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye'll give a poor man some supplie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If ye be a captain as good as ye look,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A guinea this day ye'll gie to me."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where were ye born, in what countrie?"<!-- Page 235 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"In fair Scotland I was born,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Crooked carle that I be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I would give you fifty pounds,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of gold and white monie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I would give you fifty pounds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If the traitor Wallace ye'd let me see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tell down your money," said Willie Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Tell down your money, if it be good;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm sure I have it in my power,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And never had a better bode.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tell down your money, if it be good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let me see if it be fine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm sure I have it in my power<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bring the traitor Wallace in."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The money was told on the table,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Silver bright of pounds fiftie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now here I stand," said Willie Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And what hae ye to say to me?"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He slew the captain where he stood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The rest they did quack an' roar;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He slew the rest around the room,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ask'd if there were any more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come, cover the table," said Willie Wallace,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Come, cover the table now, make haste;<!-- Page 236 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For it will soon be three lang days<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sin I a bit o' meat did taste."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The table was not well covered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor yet was he set down to dine,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till fifteen more of the English lords<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Surrounded the house where he was in.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The guidwife she ran but the floor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And aye the guidman he ran ben;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From eight o'clock till four at noon<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had kill'd full thirty men.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He put the house in sic a swither<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That five o' them he sticket dead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Five o' them he drown'd in the river,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And five hung in the West-muir wood.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now he is on to the <a name="LNanchor_VII_3a_91" id="LNanchor_VII_3a_91"></a><a href="#Linenote_VII_3a_91" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">North-Inch</a> gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where the maid was washing tenderlie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Now by my sooth," said Willie Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"It's been a sair day's wark to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's put his hand in his pocket,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he has pull'd out twenty pounds;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Says, "Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the gude luck of your half-crown."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_VII_3a_91" id="Linenote_VII_3a_91"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VII_3a_91" title="link to line number">91</a>. A beautiful plain, or common, lying along the Tay
+near Perth.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Chambers.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 237 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="SIR_WILLIAM_WALLACE" id="SIR_WILLIAM_WALLACE"></a>SIR WILLIAM WALLACE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>The Thistle of Scotland</i>, p. 100.</p>
+
+
+<p>The editor states that he took the ballad down
+from the recitation of an old gentlewoman in Aberdeenshire.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wou'd ye hear of William Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An' sek him as he goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the lan' of Lanark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Amang his mortel faes?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There was fyften English sogers<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto his ladie cam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said "Gie us William Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That we may have him slain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wou'd ye gie William Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That we may have him slain,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ye's be wedded to a lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best in Christendeem."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"This verra nicht at seven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Brave Wallace will come in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he'll come to my chamber door,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without or dread or din."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fyften English sogers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Around the house did wait,<!-- Page 238 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And four brave Southron foragers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stood hie upon the gait.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That verra nicht at seven<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Brave Wallace he came in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he came to his ladies bouir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Withouten dread or din.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When she beheld him Wallace,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She star'd him in the face;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ohon, alas!" said that ladie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"This is a woful case.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For I this nicht have sold you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This nicht you must be taen,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I'm to be wedded to a lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best in Christendeem."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Do you repent," said Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"The ill you've dane to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ay, that I do," said that ladie,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And will do till I die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Ay, that I do," said that ladie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And will do ever still,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And for the ill I've dane to you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let me burn upon a hill."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now God forfend," says brave Wallace,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I shou'd be so unkind;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever I am to Scotland's faes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm aye a woman's friend.<!-- Page 239 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Will ye gie me your gown, your gown,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Your gown but and your kirtle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Your petticoat of bonny brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And belt about my middle?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll take a pitcher in ilka hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And do me to the well,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They'll think I'm one of your maidens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or think it is your sell."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She has gien him her gown, her gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Her petticoat and kirtle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her broadest belt wi' silver clasp,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bind about his middle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's taen a pitcher in ilka hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dane him to the well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They thought him one of her maidens,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They ken'd it was nae hersell.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Said one of the Southron foragers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"See ye yon lusty dame?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I wou'd nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To bring her back agen."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then all the Southrons follow'd him,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sure they were but four;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he has drawn his trusty brand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And slew them pair by pair.<!-- Page 240 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He threw the pitchers frae his hands,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the hills fled he,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until he cam to a fair may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was washin' on yon lea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, ye weel far'd may?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news hae ye to gie?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Ill news, ill news," the fair may said,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Ill news I hae to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There is fyften English sogers<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Into that thatched inn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seeking Sir William Wallace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fear that he is slain."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Have ye any money in your pocket?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pray lend it unto me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I come this way again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Repaid ye weel shall be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She['s] put her hand in her pocket,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And taen out shillings three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He turn'd him right and round about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And thank'd the weel far'd may.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had not gone a long rig length,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A rig length and a span,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Until he met a bold beggar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As sturdy as cou'd gang.<!-- Page 241 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, ye bold beggar?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news hae ye to gie?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O heavy news," the beggar said,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"I hae to tell to thee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There is fyften English sogers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I heard them in yon inn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vowing to kill him Wallace;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I fear the chief is slain."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Will ye change apparell wi' me, auld man?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Change your apparell for mine?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when I come this way again,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ye'll be my ain poor man."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When he got on the beggar's coat,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The pike staff in his hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He's dane him down to yon tavern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where they were drinking wine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, ye staff beggar?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news hae ye to gie?"<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I hae nae news, I heard nae news,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As few I'll hae frae thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I think your coat is ragged, auld man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But wou'd you wages win,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And tell where William Wallace is,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We'll lay gold in your hand."<!-- Page 242 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Tell down, tell down your good red gold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Upon the table head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ye sall William Wallace see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wi' the down-come of Robin Hood."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They had nae tauld the money down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And laid it on his knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He on the floor gar'd flee.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he has drawn his trusty brand,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And slew them one by one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then sat down at the table head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And callèd for some wine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The goodwife she ran but, ran but,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The goodman he ran ben,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The verra bairns about the fire<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Were a' like to gang brain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Now if there be a Scotsman here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He'll come and drink wi' me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if there be an English loun,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is his time to flee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The goodman was an Englishman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to the hills he ran,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The goodwife was a Scots woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And she came to his hand.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 243 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JOHNNY_COCK_See_p_11" id="JOHNNY_COCK_See_p_11"></a>JOHNNY COCK. (See p. <a href="#Page_11">11</a>.)</h3>
+
+
+<p>From Fry's <i>Pieces of Ancient Poetry, from unpublished
+Manuscripts and scarce Books</i> (p. 51). Bristol,
+1814.</p>
+
+<p>"This ballad is taken from a modern quarto manuscript
+purchased at Glasgow of Messrs. Smith and
+Son in the year 1810, and containing several others,
+but written so corruptly as to be of little or no
+authority; appearing to be the text-book of some
+illiterate drummer, from its comprising the music of
+several regimental marches."</p>
+
+<p>Fry did not observe that he was printing fragments
+of two different versions as one ballad. They are
+here separated.</p>
+
+
+<p class="center">I.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnny Cock, in a May morning,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sought water to wash his hands;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he is awa to louse his dogs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That's tied wi iron bans,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>That's tied wi iron bans</i>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His coat it is of the light Lincum green,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And his breiks are of the same;<!-- Page 244 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His shoes are of the American leather,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Silver buckles tying them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><i>Silver buckles, &amp;c.</i><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'He' hunted up, and so did 'he' down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till 'he' came to yon bush of scrogs,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then to yon wan water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where he slept among his dogs.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnny Cock out-shot a' the foresters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And out-shot a' the three;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out shot a' the foresters,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wounded Johnny aboun the bree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Woe be to you, foresters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A_1_I_18" id="LNanchor_A_1_I_18"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_1_I_18" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And an ill death may you die!</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there would not a wolf in a' the wood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have done the like to me.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"For ''twould ha' put its foot in the coll water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And ha strinkled it on my bree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gin [it] that would not have done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would have gane and lett me be.<!-- Page 245 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I often took to my mother<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The dandoo and the roe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now I'l take to my mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Much sorrow and much woe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I often took to my mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The dandoo and the hare;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now I'l take to my mother<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Much sorrow and much care."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_A_1_I_18" id="Linenote_A_1_I_18"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_1_I_18" title="link to line number">18-24</a>. Finlay furnishes one beautiful stanza which belongs
+to this portion of the story, and, as that editor remarks,
+describes expressively the languor of approaching death.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There's no a bird in a' this foreste<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will do as meikle for me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As dip its wing in the wan water<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An straik it on my ee-bree.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>
+<span style="margin-left: 10em;"><i>Scottish Ballads</i>, I. xxxi.</span><br />
+</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr />
+
+<p class="center">II.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fifteen foresters in the braid alow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they are wondrous fell;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To get a drop of Johnny's heart bluid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They would sink a' their souls to hell.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Johnny Cock has gotten word of this,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he is wondrous keen;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He['s] custan aff the red scarlet,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on 'wi' the Linkum green.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And he is ridden oer muir and muss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And over mountains high,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till he came to yon wan water;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there Johnny Cock did lie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's taen out a horn from his side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he blew both loud and shrill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till a' the fifteen foresters<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Heard Johnny Cock blaw his horn.<!-- Page 246 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They have sworn a bluidy oath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And they swore all in one,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That there was not a man among them a',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would blaw such a blast as yon.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And they have ridden oer muir and muss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And over mountains high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they came to yon wan water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where Johnny Cock did lie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They have shotten little Johnny Cock,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little above the ee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For doing the like to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"There's not a wolf in a' the <a name="LNanchor_A_1_II_29" id="LNanchor_A_1_II_29"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_1_II_29" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">wood</a><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Woud 'ha' done the like to me:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'She'd ha' dipped her foot in coll water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And strinkled above my ee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if I would have waked for that,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'She'd ha' gane and let me be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"But fingers five, come here, [come here,]<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And <a name="LNanchor_A_1_II_36" id="LNanchor_A_1_II_36"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_1_II_36" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">faint heart</a> fail me nought!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And silver strings, value me sma' things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Till I get all this vengeance rowght!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He ha[s] shot a' the fifteen foresters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Left never a one but one;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he broke the ribs a that anes side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let him take tiding home.<!-- Page 247 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They have ridden oer muir and muss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And over mountains high,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till they met wi 'an' old palmer,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was walking along the way.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"What news, what news, old palmer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What news have you to me?"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Yonder is one of the proudest wed sons<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ever my eyes did see.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"* * a bird in a' the wood<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could sing as I could say;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It would go in to my mothers <a name="LNanchor_A_1_II_53" id="LNanchor_A_1_II_53"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_1_II_53" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">bower</a>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bid her kiss me, and take me away."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_A_1_II_29" id="Linenote_A_1_II_29"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_1_II_29" title="link to line number">29</a>. word.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_A_1_II_36" id="Linenote_A_1_II_36"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_1_II_36" title="link to line number">36</a>. faint hearted.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_A_1_II_53" id="Linenote_A_1_II_53"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_1_II_53" title="link to line number">53</a>. bows.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_HUGH_OF" id="THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_HUGH_OF"></a>THE LIFE AND DEATH OF SIR HUGH OF
+THE GRIME. (See p. <a href="#Page_51">51</a>.)</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Durfey's <i>Pills to purge Melancholy</i>, vi. 289.</p>
+
+
+<p>The same is printed in Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>
+(ed. 1790), p. 192, from a collation of two blackletter
+copies, one in the collection of the Duke of
+Roxburgh, and "another in the hands of John Baynes,
+Esq." Several stanzas are corrupted, and the names
+are greatly disfigured. Ritson mentions in a note a
+somewhat different ballad on the same subject, beginning:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Good Lord John is a hunting gone."<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 248 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<hr />
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As it befel upon one time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About mid-summer of the year,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every man was taxt of his crime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For stealing the good Lord Bishop's mare.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The good Lord Screw sadled a horse,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rid after the same serime;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before he did get over the moss,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">There was he aware of Sir Hugh of the Grime.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Turn, O turn, thou false traytor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Turn, and yield thyself unto me:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's mare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And now thinkest away to flee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"No, soft, Lord Screw, that may not be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Here is a broad sword by my side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if that thou canst conquer me,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The victory will soon be try'd."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I ne'er was afraid of a traytor bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Altho' thy name be Hugh in the Grime;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll make thee repent thy speeches foul,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If day and life but give me time."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Then do thy worst, good Lord Screw,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And deal your blows as fast as you can;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It will be try'd between me and you<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which of us two shall be the best man."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus as they dealt their blows so free,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And both so bloody at that time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Over the moss ten yeomen they see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come for to take Sir Hugh in the Grime.<!-- Page 249 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Hugh set his back again[st] a tree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then the men compast him round;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His mickle sword from his hand did flee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then they brought Sir Hugh to the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Hugh of the Grime now taken is<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And brought back to Garland town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then cry'd the good wives all in Garland town,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st ne'er gang down."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The good Lord Bishop is come to town,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And on the bench is set so high;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every man was tax'd to his crime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At length he called Sir Hugh in the Grime.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Here am I, thou false Bishop,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy humours all to fulfil;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I do not think my fact so great<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But thou mayst put [it] into thy own will."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The quest of jury-men was call'd,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best that was in Garland town;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eleven of them spoke all in a breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st ne'er gang down."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then other questry-men was call'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The best that was in Rumary;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Twelve of them spoke all in a breast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st now guilty."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then came down my good Lord Boles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Falling down upon his knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Five hundred pieces of gold will I give,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To grant Sir Hugh in the Grime to me."<!-- Page 250 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Peace, peace, my good Lord Boles,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of your speeches set them by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If there be eleven Grimes all of a name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Then by my own honour they all should dye."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then came down my good Lady Ward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Falling low upon her knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Five hundred measures of gold I'll give,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To grant Sir Hugh of the Grime to me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">None of your proffers shall him buy;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For if there be twelve Grimes all of a name,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By my own honour [they] all should dye."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sir Hugh of the Grime's condemn'd to dye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of his friends he had no lack;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fourteen foot he leapt in his ward,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His hands bound fast upon his back.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then he look'd over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see whom he could see or 'spye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then was he aware of his father dear,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came tearing his hair most pitifully.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Peace, peace, my father dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And of your speeches set them by;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho' they have bereav'd me of my life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They cannot bereave me of heaven so high."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He look'd over his right shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To see whom he could see or 'spye;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was he aware of his mother dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came tearing her hair most pitifully.<!-- Page 251 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Pray have me remember'd to Peggy my wife,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As she and I walk'd over the moor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She was the cause of the loss of my life,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And with the old bishop she play'd the whore.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is made of the metal so fine,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when thou com'st to the Border side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Remember the death of Sir Hugh of the Grime."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_OR" id="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_OR"></a>[JOHNIE ARMSTRANG, OR,]
+A NORTHERN BALLET.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Wit Restor'd</i>, p. 132.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Jonne Armestrong men did him call,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had nither lands nor rents coming in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had horse and harness for them all,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Goodly steeds were all milke white,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O the golden bands an about their necks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And their weapons they were all alike.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Newes then was brought unto the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That there was sicke a won as hee,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That lived <a name="LNanchor_A_3_11" id="LNanchor_A_3_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_3_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">lyke</a> a bold out-law,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And robbed all the north country.<!-- Page 252 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The king he writt an a letter then<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A letter which was large and long,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He signed it with his owne hand,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he promised to doe him no wrong.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When this letter came Jonne untill,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Never was I sent for before any king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"And if wee goe the king before,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I would we went most orderly;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laced with silver laces three.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Every won of you shall have his velvett coat,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Laced with sillver lace so white;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O the golden bands an about your necks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Towards Edenburough gon was hee,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And with him all his eight score men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Jonne came befower the king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He fell downe on his knee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O pardon my soveraine leige," he said,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"O pardon my eight score men and mee!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For thy eight score men nor thee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 253 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span><span class="i2">Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow tree."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Jonne looked over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying, "Asking grace of a graceles face&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why there is none for you nor me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But Jonne had a bright sword by his side,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And it was made of the mettle so free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That had not the king stept his foot aside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He had smitten his head from his fair boddé.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see that none of you be taine;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For rather then men shall say we were hanged,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let them report how we were slaine."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And so besett poore Jonne [a]rounde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnes best men,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Lay gasping all upon the ground.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then like a mad man Jonne laide about,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And like a mad man then fought hee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Untill a falce Scot came Jonne behinde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And runn him through the faire boddee.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And see that none of you be taine;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I will stand by and bleed but a while,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And then will I come and fight againe."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Newes then was brought to young Jonne Armestrong,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he stood by his nurses knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who vowed if er'e he lived for to be a man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O th' the treacherous Scots reveng'd hee'd be.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_A_3_11" id="Linenote_A_3_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_3_11" title="link to line number">11</a>. syke.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 254 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p>
+<h3><a name="LOUDOUN_CASTLE_See_p_149" id="LOUDOUN_CASTLE_See_p_149"></a>LOUDOUN CASTLE. (See p. <a href="#Page_149">149</a>.)</h3>
+
+
+<p>From <i>The Ballads and Songs of Ayrshire</i>, First
+Series, p. 74, where it is taken from a <i>Statistical Account
+of the Parish of Loudoun</i>. The writer of the
+<i>Statistical Account</i> states that the old castle of Loudoun
+is supposed to have been destroyed by fire about 350
+years ago. "The current tradition," he adds, "ascribes
+that event to the Clan Kennedy, and the remains
+of an old tower at Auchruglen, on the Galston
+side of the valley, is still pointed out as having been
+their residence."</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It fell about the Martinmas time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the wind blew snell and cauld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Adam o' Gordon said to his men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"When will we get a hold?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"See [ye] not where yonder fair castle<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stands on yon lily lee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The laird and I hae a deadly feud,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lady fain would I see."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As she was up on the househead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Behold, on looking down,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She saw Adam o' Gordon and his men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Coming riding to the town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The dinner was not well set down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor the grace was scarcely said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till Adam o' Gordon and his men<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About the walls were laid.<!-- Page 255 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"It's fause now fa' thee, Jock my man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thou might a let me be;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yon man has lifted the pavement stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An' let in the loun to me."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Seven years I served thee, fair ladie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You gave me meat and fee;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now I am Adam o' Gordon's man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An' maun either do it or die."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Come down, come down, my Lady Loudoun,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Come <a name="LNanchor_A_4_26" id="LNanchor_A_4_26"></a><a href="#Linenote_A_4_26" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">thou down</a> unto me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'll wrap thee on a feather bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy warrand I shall be."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I'll no come down, I'll no come down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For neither laird nor loun,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor yet for any bloody butcher<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That lives in Altringham town.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I would give the black," she says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And so would I the brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If that Thomas, my only son,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Could charge to me a gun."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out then spake the Lady Margaret,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As she stood on the stair,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The fire was at her goud garters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The lowe was at her hair.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I would give the black," she says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"And so would I the brown,<!-- Page 256 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a drink of yon water,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That rins by Galston Town."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out then spake fair Anne,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She was baith jimp and sma',<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O row me in a pair o' sheets,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tow me down the wa'."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O hold thy tongue, thou fair Anne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And let thy talkin' be,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thou must stay in this fair castle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bear thy death with me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O mother," spoke the Lord Thomas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As he sat on the nurse's knee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"O mother, give up this fair castle,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or the reek will worrie me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I would rather be burnt to ashes sma',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And be cast on yon sea foam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before I'd give up this fair castle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And my lord so far from home.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My good lord has an army strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He's now gone o'er the sea;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He bade me keep this gay castle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As long as it would keep me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"I've four-and-twenty brave milk kye<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gangs on yon lily lee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'd give them a' for a blast of wind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To blaw the reek from me."<!-- Page 257 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">O pitie on yon fair castle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That's built with stone and lime,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But far mair pitie on Lady Loudoun,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all her children nine.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_A_4_26" id="Linenote_A_4_26"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A_4_26" title="link to line number">26</a>. down thou.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="ROB_ROY_See_p_203" id="ROB_ROY_See_p_203"></a>ROB ROY. (See p. <a href="#Page_203">203</a>.)</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From <i>Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern</i>, by Robert
+Burns, edited by Cromek, ii. 199.</p>
+
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto the Lawlan' border,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To steal awa a gay ladie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To haud his house in order.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He cam owre the lock o' Lynn,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twenty men his arms did carry;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Himsel gaed in, an' fand her out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Protesting he would marry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O will ye gae wi' me," he says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Or will ye be my honey?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or will ye be my wedded wife?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I love you best of any."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"I winna gae wi' you," she says,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">"Nor will I be your honey,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor will I be your wedded wife;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You love me for my money."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But he set her on a coal-black steed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Himsel lap on behind her,<!-- Page 258 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An' he's awa to the Highland hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whare her frien's they canna find her.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Rob Roy was my father ca'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Macgregor was his name, ladie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He led a band o' heroes bauld,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An' I am here the same, ladie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Be content, be content,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be content to stay, ladie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For thou art my wedded wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until thy dying day, ladie.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"He was a hedge unto his frien's,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A heckle to his foes, ladie,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Every one that durst him wrang,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He took him by the nose, ladie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm as bold, I'm as bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm as bold, an more, ladie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He that daurs dispute my word,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall feel my guid claymore, ladie."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr />
+<p class="center">II.</p>
+
+<p class="center">From Maidment's <i>North Countrie Garland</i>, p. 44.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto our Scottish border,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has stow'n a lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To haud his house in order.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when he cam, he surrounded the house,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Twenty men their arms did carry,<!-- Page 259 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And he has stow'n this lady fair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On purpose her to marry.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when he cam, he surrounded the house;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No tidings there cam before him,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else the lady would have been gone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For still she did abhor him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Fast hauding by her mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They are parted frae each other.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nae time he gied her to be dress'd,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As ladies do when they're bride O,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he hastened and hurried her awa',<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And he row'd her in his plaid O.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They rade till they cam to Ballyshine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">At Ballyshine they tarried;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He bought to her a cotton gown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet ne'er would she be married.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Three held her up before the priest,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Four carried her to bed O,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wi' wat'ry eyes, and murnfu' sighs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When she behind was laid O.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">* * * * *<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"O be content, be content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Be content to stay, lady,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For ye are my wedded wife<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto my dying day, lady.<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 260 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></div></div>
+
+<p>CHORUS.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4"><i>Be content, be content,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>Be content to stay, lady,</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><i>For ye are my wedded wife</i><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><i>Unto my dying day, lady.</i><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My father is Rob Roy called,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">M'Gregor is his name, lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all the country where he dwells,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He does succeed the fame, lady.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"My father he has cows and ewes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And goats he has eneuch, lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you, and twenty thousand merks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Will make me a man complete, lady."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="EPPIE_MORRIE" id="EPPIE_MORRIE"></a>EPPIE MORRIE.</h3>
+
+<p class="center">From Maidment's <i>North Countrie Garland</i>, p. 40.</p>
+
+
+<p>"This ballad is probably much more than a century
+old, though the circumstances which have given
+rise to it were fortunately too common to preclude the
+possibility of its being of a later date. Although evidently
+founded on fact, the editor has not hitherto
+discovered the particular circumstances out of which
+it has originated."</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Four and twenty Highland men<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Came a' from Carrie side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To steal awa' Eppie Morrie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'Cause she would not be a bride.<!-- Page 261 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out it's cam her mother,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It was a moonlight night,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She could not see her daughter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sands they shin'd so bright.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Haud far awa' frae me, mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haud far awa' frae me;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's not a man in a' Strathdon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall wedded be with me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They have taken Eppie Morrie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And horseback bound her on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And then awa' to the minister,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as horse could gang.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He's taken out a pistol,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And set it to the minister's breast;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Marry me, marry me, minister,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or else I'll be your priest."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Haud far awa' frae me, good sir,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haud far awa' frae me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For there's not a man in a' Strathdon<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That shall married be with me."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Haud far awa' frae me, Willie,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haud far awa' frae me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For I darna avow to marry you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except she's as willing as ye."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They have taken Eppie Morrie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since better could nae be,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they're awa' to Carrie side,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As fast as horse could flee.<!-- Page 262 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then mass was sung, and bells were rung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all were bound for bed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then Willie an' Eppie Morrie<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In one bed they were laid.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Haud far awa' frae me, Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haud far awa' frae me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before I'll lose my maidenhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll try my strength with thee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She took the cap from off her head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And threw it to the way;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Said, "Ere I lose my maidenhead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'll fight with you till day."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then early in the morning,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before her clothes were on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In came the maiden of Scalletter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gown and shirt alone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Get up, get up, young woman,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And drink the wine wi' me;"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"You might have called me maiden,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I'm sure as leal as thee."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Wally fa' you, Willie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That ye could nae prove a man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And taen the lassie's maidenhead;<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">She would have hired your han'."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Haud far awa' frae me, lady,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Haud far awa' frae me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There's not a man in a' Strathdon,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 263 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span><span class="i2">The day shall wed wi' me."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Soon in there came Belbordlane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With a pistol on every side;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Come awa' hame, Eppie Morrie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And there you'll be my bride."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Go get to me a horse, Willie,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And get it like a man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And send me back to my mother,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A maiden as I cam.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The sun shines o'er the westlin hills,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the light lamp of the moon,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And whistle, and I'll come soon."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="MACPHERSONS_RANT" id="MACPHERSONS_RANT"></a>MACPHERSON'S RANT.</h3>
+
+
+<p>This ballad, worthy of a hangman's pen, was first
+printed in Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 161. It is found,
+mutilated and altered, with the title of <i>Macpherson's
+Lament</i>, in the <i>Thistle of Scotland</i>, p. 52.</p>
+
+<p>The story of Macpherson is given as follows by a
+writer in the <i>New Monthly Magazine</i>, vol. i. p. 142,
+cited by Chambers, <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 84.</p>
+
+<p>"James Macpherson was born of a beautiful gipsy,
+who, at a great wedding, attracted the notice of a
+half-intoxicated Highland gentleman. He acknowledged
+the child, and had him reared in his house,
+until he lost his life in bravely pursuing a hostile clan,
+to recover a spreach of cattle taken from Badenoch.<!-- Page 264 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span>
+The gipsy woman, hearing of this disaster, in her
+rambles the following summer, came and took away
+her boy; but she often returned with him, to wait
+upon his relations and clansmen, who never failed to
+clothe him well, besides giving money to his mother.
+He grew up to beauty, strength, and stature, rarely
+equalled. His sword is still preserved at Duff House,
+a residence of the Earl of Fife, and few men of our
+day could carry, far less wield it, as a weapon of war;
+and if it must be owned that his prowess was debased
+by the exploits of a free-booter, it is certain, no act
+of cruelty, no robbery of the widow, the fatherless, or
+distressed, and no murder, were ever perpetrated
+under his command. He often gave the spoils of the
+rich to relieve the poor; and all his tribe were restrained
+from many atrocities of rapine by the awe
+of his mighty arm. Indeed, it is said that a dispute
+with an aspiring and savage man of his tribe, who
+wished to rob a gentleman's house while his wife and
+two children lay on the bier for interment, was the
+cause of his being betrayed to the vengeance of the
+law. The magistrates of Aberdeen were exasperated
+at Macpherson's escape, and bribed a girl in that city
+to allure and deliver him into their hands. There is
+a platform before the jail, at the top of a stair, and a
+door below. When Macpherson's capture was made
+known to his comrades by the frantic girl, who had
+been so credulous as to believe the magistrates only
+wanted to hear the wonderful performer on the violin,
+his cousin, Donald Macpherson, a gentleman of Herculean
+powers, did not disdain to come from Badenoch,
+and to join a gipsy, Peter Brown, in liberating
+the prisoner. On a market-day they brought several<!-- Page 265 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>
+assistants; and swift horses were stationed at a convenient
+distance. Donald Macpherson and Peter Brown
+forced the jail; and while Peter Brown went to help
+the heavily-fettered James Macpherson in moving
+away, Donald Macpherson guarded the jail-door with
+a drawn sword. Many persons assembled at the
+market had experienced James Macpherson's humanity,
+or had shared his bounty; and they crowded
+round the jail as in mere curiosity, but, in fact, to
+obstruct the civil authorities in their attempts to prevent
+a rescue. A butcher, however, was resolved to
+detain Macpherson, expecting a large recompense
+from the magistrates; he sprung up the stairs, and
+leaped from the platform upon Donald Macpherson,
+whom he dashed to the ground by the force and
+weight of his body. Donald Macpherson soon recovered,
+to make a desperate resistance; and the combatants
+tore off each other's clothes. The butcher
+got a glimpse of his dog upon the platform, and called
+him to his aid; but Macpherson, with admirable presence
+of mind, snatched up his own plaid, which lay
+near, and threw it over the butcher, thus misleading
+the instinct of his canine adversary. The dog darted
+with fury upon the plaid, and terribly lacerated his
+master's thigh. In the mean time, James Macpherson
+had been carried out by Peter Brown, and was soon
+joined by Donald Macpherson, who was quickly covered
+by some friendly spectator with a hat and great
+coat. The magistrates ordered webs from the shops
+to be drawn across the Gallowgate; but Donald Macpherson
+cut them asunder with his sword, and James,
+the late prisoner, got off on horseback. He was,
+some time after, betrayed by a man of his own tribe:<!-- Page 266 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>
+and was the last person executed at Banff, previous
+to the abolition of hereditable jurisdiction. He was
+an admirable performer on the violin; and his talent
+for composition is still evidenced by Macpherson's
+Rant, and Macpherson's Pibroch. He performed
+these tunes at the foot of the fatal tree; and then
+asked if he had any friend in the crowd to whom a
+last gift of his instrument would be acceptable. No
+man had hardihood to claim friendship with a delinquent,
+in whose crimes the acknowledgment might
+implicate an avowed acquaintance. As no friend
+came forward, Macpherson said, the companion of so
+many gloomy hours should perish with him; and,
+breaking the violin over his knees, he threw away the
+fragments. Donald Macpherson picked up the neck
+of the violin, which to this day is preserved, as a valuable
+memento, by the family of Cluny, chieftain of
+the Macphersons."</p>
+
+<p>Burns's magnificent death-song, <i>McPherson's Farewell</i>,
+is too well known to require more than an
+allusion.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I've spent my time in rioting,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Debauch'd my health and strength;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I've pillag'd, plunder'd, murdered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But now, alas! at length,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I'm brought to punishment direct,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pale death draws near to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This end I never did project,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hang upon a tree.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To hang upon a tree! a tree!<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 267 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span><span class="i2">That curs'd unhappy death!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Like to a wolf to worried be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And choaked in the breath.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My very heart would surely break,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When this I think upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Did not my courage singular<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Bid pensive thoughts begone.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No man on earth that draweth breath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">More courage had than I;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I dar'd my foes unto their face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And would not from them fly.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This grandeur stout, I did keep out,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like Hector, manfullie:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then wonder one like me, so stout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Should hang upon a tree!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Th' Egyptian band I did command,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With courage more by far,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than ever did a general<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His soldiers in the war.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Being fear'd by all, both great and small,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I liv'd most joyfullie:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O! curse upon this fate of mine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hang upon a tree!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As for my life, I do not care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If justice would take place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And bring my fellow plunderers<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unto this same disgrace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Peter Brown, that notour loon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Escap'd and was made free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O! curse upon this fate of mine,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 268 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span><span class="i2">To hang upon a tree!<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Both law and justice buried are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And fraud and guile succeed;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The guilty pass unpunished,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If money intercede.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Laird of Grant, that Highland saint,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His mighty majestie,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He pleads the cause of Peter Brown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And lets Macpherson die.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The destiny of my life, contriv'd<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By those whom I oblig'd,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rewarded me much ill for good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And left me no refuge.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For Braco Duff, in rage enough,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He first laid hands on me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And if that death would not prevent,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Avenged would I be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As for my life, it is but short,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When I shall be no more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To part with life I am content,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As any heretofore.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore, good people all, take heed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This warning take by me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">According to the lives you lead,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Rewarded you shall be.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 269 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="BOOK_VIII" id="BOOK_VIII"></a>BOOK VIII.</h2>
+
+<h3><a name="THE_FLEMISH_INSURRECTION" id="THE_FLEMISH_INSURRECTION"></a>THE FLEMISH INSURRECTION.</h3>
+
+
+<p>The Flemings, having abandoned their legitimate
+sovereign and attached themselves to Philip the Fair,
+found at last cause to repent. In 1301, two citizens
+of Bruges, Peter de Koning, a draper, and John
+Breydel, a butcher, stirred up their townsmen to
+revolt, and drove out the French garrison. The next
+year, the Count d'Artois, with a superb army, was defeated
+by the insurgents at the battle of Courtrai.</p>
+
+<p>This ballad is found in MS. Harl. No. 2253, "of
+the reign of Edw. II." and has been printed in Ritson's
+<i>Ancient Songs</i> (i. 51), and in Wright's <i>Political
+Songs</i>, p. 187. We have adopted the text of the latter.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lustneth, lordinges, bothe yonge ant olde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the Freynsshe men that were so proude ant bolde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hou the Flemmysshe men bohten hem ant solde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Upon a Wednesday.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betere hem were at home in huere londe,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then for te seche Flemmysshe by the see stronde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whare thourh moni Frenshe wyf wryngeth hire honde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant singeth weylaway.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Kyng of Fraunce made statuz newe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the lond of Flaundres among false ant trewe,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the commun of Bruges ful sore con arewe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant seiden amonges hem,<!-- Page 270 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Gedere we us togedere hardilyche at ene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take we the bailifs bi tuenty ant by tene,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Clappe we of the hevedes <a name="LNanchor_VIII_1_15" id="LNanchor_VIII_1_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_1_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">anonen</a> o the grene,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant caste we y the fen."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The webbes ant the fullaris assembleden hem alle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant makeden huere consail in huere commune halle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Token Peter Conyng huere kyng to calle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant beo huere cheventeyn.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hue nomen huere rouncyns out of the stalle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant closeden the toun withinne the walle;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sixti baylies ant ten hue maden adoun falle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant moni an other sweyn.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tho wolde the baylies that were come from Fraunce,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dryve the Flemisshe that made the destaunce;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hue turnden hem ayeynes with suerd ant with launce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Stronge men ant lyht.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Y telle ou for sothe, for al huere bobaunce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne for the avowerie of the Kyng of Fraunce,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tuenti score ant fyve haden ther meschaunce,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">By day ant eke by nyht.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sire Jakes de Seint Poul, yherde hou hit was;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sixtene hundred of horsemen asemblede o the gras;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wende toward Bruges <i>pas pur pas</i>,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With swithe gret mounde<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Flemmysshe yherden telle the cas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Agynneth to clynken huere basyns of bras,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant al hem to-dryven ase ston doth the glas,<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 271 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span><span class="i6">Ant fellen hem to grounde.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sixtene hundred of horsmen hede ther here fyn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hue leyyen y the stretes ystyked ase swyn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther hue loren huere stedes ant mony rouncyn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Thourh huere oune prude.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sire Jakes ascapede, by a coynte gyn,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out at one posterne ther me solde wyn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of the fyhte hom to ys yn,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">In wel muchele drede.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tho the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this, anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Assemblede he is doussé-pers everuchon,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The proude eorl of Artoys ant other mony on,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">To come to Paris.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The barouns of Fraunce thider conne gon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Into the paleis that paved is with ston,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To jugge the Flemmisshe to bernen ant to slon,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Thourh the flour de lis.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thenne seide the Kyng Philip, "Lustneth nou to me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Myn eorles ant my barouns, gentil ant fre:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Goth, faccheth me the traytours ybounde to my kne;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Hastifliche ant blyve."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho suor the Eorl of Seint Poul, "<i>Par la goule dé</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shule facche the rybaus wher thi wille be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant drawen hem [with] wilde hors out of the countrè,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">By thousendes fyve."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Sire Rauf Devel," sayth the Eorl of Boloyne,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"<i>Nus ne lerrum en vie chanoun ne moyne</i>;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wende we forth anon ritht withoute eny assoygne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ne no lyves man.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shule flo the Conyng, ant make roste is loyne;<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 272 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span><span class="i0">The word shal springen of him into Coloyne,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So hit shal to Acres ant into Sesoyne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant maken him ful wan."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sevene eorls ant fourti barouns y-tolde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fiftene hundred knyhtes, proude ant swythe bolde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sixti thousent swyers amonge yunge ant olde,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Flemmisshe to take.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Flemmisshe hardeliche hem come to-yeynes;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This proude Freinsshe eorles, huere knyhtes ant huere sweynes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Aquelleden ant slowen, by hulles ant by pleynes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Al for huere kynges sake.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This Frenshe come to Flaundres so liht so the hare;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Er hit were mydnyht hit fel hem to care;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hue were laht by the net so bryd is in snare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With rouncin ant with stede.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Flemmisshe hem dabbeth o the het bare;<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hue nolden take for huem raunsoun ne ware;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hue doddeth of huere hevedes, fare so hit fare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Ant thareto haveth hue nede.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thenne seyth the Eorl of Artois, "Y yelde me to the,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Peter Conyng, by thi nome, yef thou art hende ant fre,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That y ne have no shame ne no vylté,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That y ne be noud ded."<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thenne swor a bocher, "By my leauté,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shalt thou ner more the kyng of Fraunce se,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne in the toun of Bruges in prisone be;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Thou woldest spene bred."<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ther hy were knulled y the putfalle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This eorles ant barouns ant huere knyhtes alle;<!-- Page 273 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Huere ledies huem mowe abide in boure ant in halle<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Wel longe.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For hem mot huere kyng other knyhtes calle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Other stedes taken out of huere stalle:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ther hi habbeth dronke bittrere then the galle,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Upon the drue londe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this tydynge,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He smot doun is heved, is honden gon he wrynge:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thourhout al Fraunce the word bygon to sprynge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Wo wes huem tho!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Muche wes the sorewe ant the wepinge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That wes in al Fraunce among olde ant yynge;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The mest part of the lond bygon for te synge<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">"Alas ant weylawo!"<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Awey, thou yunge pope! whet shal the to rede?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou hast lore thin cardinals at thi meste nede;<span class="linenum">114</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ne keverest thou hem nevere for nones kunnes mede,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For sothe y the telle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do the forth to Rome, to amende thi misdede;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bide gode halewen, hue lete the betere spede;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bote thou worche wysloker, thou losest lont ant lede,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The coroune wel the felle.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Alas, thou seli Fraunce! for the may thunche shome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That ane fewe fullaris maketh ou so tome;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sixti thousent on a day hue maden fot-lome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With eorl ant knyht.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Herof habbeth the Flemysshe suithe god game,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant suereth by Seint Omer ant eke bi Seint Jame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yef hy ther more cometh, hit falleth huem to shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With huem for te fyht.<!-- Page 274 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I telle ou for sothe, the bataille thus bigon<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bituene Fraunce ant Flaundres, hou hue weren fon;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Vor Vrenshe the Eorl of Flaundres in prison heden ydon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">With tresoun untrewe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ye[f] the Prince of Walis his lyf habbé mote,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hit falleth the Kyng of Fraunce bittrore then the sote;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bote he the rathere therof welle do bote,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Wel sore hit shal hym rewe.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_1_15" id="Linenote_VIII_1_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_1_15" title="link to line number">15</a>. anonen. R. an oven. W.</p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<h3><a name="THE_EXECUTION_OF_SIR_SIMON_FRASER" id="THE_EXECUTION_OF_SIR_SIMON_FRASER"></a>THE EXECUTION OF SIR SIMON FRASER.</h3>
+
+
+<p>On the 27th of March, 1306, Robert Bruce was
+crowned king at Scone. Immediately thereupon,
+King Edward the First sent the Earl of Pembroke,
+Aymer de Valence, to Scotland, to suppress what he
+called the rebellion in that kingdom. Pembroke attacked
+Bruce in his cantonments at Methven (or
+Kirkenclif) near Perth, and dispersed his small army,
+taking several prisoners of great consequence. Among
+them was Sir Simon Fraser, or Frisel, whose cruel fate
+is narrated in the following ballad.</p>
+
+<p>This piece has been printed in Ritson's <i>Ancient
+Songs</i> (i. 28), and in Wright's <i>Political Songs</i>, p. 212,
+and is extracted from the same MS. as the preceding
+ballad.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Lystneth, lordynges, a newe song ichulle bigynne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the traytours of Scotlond, that take beth wyth gynne;<!-- Page 275 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mon that loveth falsnesse, and nule never blynne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sore may him drede the lyf that he is ynne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ich understonde:<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Selde wes he glad<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That never nes a-sad<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Of nythe ant of onde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That y sugge by this Scottes that bueth nou to-drawe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The hevedes o Londone-brugge, whosé con y-knawe;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wenden han buen kynges, ant seiden so in sawe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Betere hem were han y-be barouns, ant libbe in Godes lawe<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Wyth love.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Whosé hateth soth ant ryht,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lutel he douteth Godes myht,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">The heye kyng above.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To warny alle the gentilmen that bueth in Scotlonde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Waleis wes to-drawe, seththe he wes an-honge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Al quic biheveded, ys bowels ybrend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heved to Londone-brugge wes send,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To abyde.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">After Simond Frysel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That wes traytour ant fykell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ant y-cud ful wyde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sire Edward oure kyng, that ful ys of pieté,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Waleis quarters sende to is oune contré,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On four-half to honge, huere myrour to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Theropon to thenche, that monie myhten se,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ant drede.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Why nolden he be war<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Of the bataile of Donbar,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Hou evele hem con spede?<!-- Page 276 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Bysshopes ant barouns come to the kynges pes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ase men that weren fals, fykel, ant les,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Othes hue him sworen in stude ther he wes,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To buen him hold ant trewe for alles cunnes res,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Thrye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That hue ne shulden ayeyn him go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">So hue were temed tho;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Weht halt hit to lye?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To the kyng Edward hii fasten huere fay;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fals wes here foreward so forst is in May,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sonne from the southward wypeth away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moni proud Scot therof mene may<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To yere.<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nes never Scotlond<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">With dunt of monnes hond<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Allinge aboht so duere.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The bisshop of Glascou y chot he wes ylaht,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The bisshop of Seint-Andrè, bothe he beth ycaht,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The abbot of Scon with the kyng nis nout saht,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Al here purpos ycome hit ys to naht,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Thurh ryhte:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Hii were unwis<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">When hii thohte pris<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ayeyn huere kyng to fyhte.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thourh consail of thes bisshopes ynemned byfore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sire Robert the Bruytz furst kyng wes ycore;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He mai everuche day ys fon him se byfore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Yef hee mowen him hente, i chot he bith forlore,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Sauntz fayle.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Soht for te sugge,<!-- Page 277 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Duere he shal abugge<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That he bigon batayle.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hii that him crounede proude were ant bolde,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hii maden <a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_66" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_66"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_66" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">kyng of somer</a>, so hii ner ne sholde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hii setten on ys heved a croune of rede golde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant token him a kyneyerde, so me kyng sholde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To deme.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tho he wes set in see,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lutel god couthe he<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Kyneriche to yeme.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nou kyng Hobbe in the mures yongeth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For te come to toune nout him ne longeth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The barouns of Engelond, myhte hue him grype,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He him wolde techen on Englysshe to pype,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Thourh streynthe:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Ne be he ner so stout,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Yet he bith ysoht out<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">O brede ant o leynthe.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sire Edward of Carnarvan, (Jhesu him save ant see!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sire Emer de Valence, gentil knyht ant free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Habbeth ysuore huere oht that, <i>par la grace dée</i>,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hee wolleth ous delyvren of that false contree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Yef hii conne.<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Muche hath Scotlond forlore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Whet alast, whet bifore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ant lutel pris wonne.<!-- Page 278 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nou i chulle fonge ther ich er let,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant tellen ou of Frisel, ase ich ou byhet.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the batayle of Kyrkenclyf Frysel wes ytake;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ys continaunce abatede eny bost to make<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Biside Strivelyn;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Knyhtes ant sweynes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Fremen ant theynes,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Monye with hym.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So hii weren byset on everuche halve,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Somme slaye were, ant somme dreynte hemselve;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sire Johan of Lyndeseye nolde nout abyde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He wod into the water, his feren him bysyde,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To adrenche.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Whi nolden hii be war?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Ther nis non ayeyn star:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Why nolden hy hem bythenche?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This wes byfore seint Bartholomeus masse,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That Frysel wes ytake, were hit more other lasse;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To sire Thomas of Multon, gentil baron ant fre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant to sire Johan Jose, bytake tho wes he<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To honde:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">He wes yfetered weel,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Bothe with yrn ant wyth steel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To bringen of Scotlonde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Sone therafter the tydynge to the kyng com;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He him sende to Londone, with mony armed grom;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He com yn at Newegate, y telle yt ou aplyht,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gerland of leves on ys hed ydyht,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Of grene;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">For he shulde ben yknowe,<!-- Page 279 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Bothe of heye ant of lowe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">For treytour, y wene.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yfetered were ys legges under his horse wombe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bothe with yrn ant with stel mankled were ys honde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A gerland of peruenke set on his heved;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Muche wes the poer that him wes byreved<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">In londe:<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">So god me amende,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Lutel he wende<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">So be broht in honde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_129" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_129"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_129" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sire Herbert of Norham</a>, feyr knyht ant bold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the love of Frysel ys lyf wes ysold;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A wajour he made, so hit wes ytold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ys heved of to smhyte, yef me him brohte in hold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Wat so bytyde:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Sory wes he thenne<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tho he myhte him kenne<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Thourh the toun ryde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thenne seide ys scwyer a word anon ryht,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sire, we beth dede, ne helpeth hit no wyht,"<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Thomas de Boys the scwyer wes to nome,)<br /></span>
+<!-- Page 280 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span><span class="i0">"Nou, y chot, our wajour turneth us to grome,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">So ybate."<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Y do ou to wyte,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Here heved wes of-smyte,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Byfore the Tour-gate.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_145" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_145"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_145" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">This wes on oure Levedy even, for sothe ych understonde;</a><span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The justices seten for the knyhtes of Scotlonde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_147" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_147"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_147" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sire Thomas of Multone</a>, an hendy knyht ant wys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant sire Rauf of Sondwyche, that muchel is <a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_148" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_148"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_148" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">hold</a> in prys,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ant sire Johan Abel;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Mo y mihte telle by tale,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Bothe of grete ant of smale,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ye knowen suythe wel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thenne saide the justice, that gentil is ant fre,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">"Sire Simond Frysel, the kynges traytour hast thou be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In water ant in londe, that monie myhten se.<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What sayst thou thareto, hou wolt thou quite the?<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Do say."<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">So foul he him wiste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Nede waron truste<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">For to segge nay.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ther he wes ydemed, so hit wes londes lawe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For that he wes lordswyk, furst he wes to-drawe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Upon a retheres hude forth he wes ytuht:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sum while in ys time he wes a modi knyht,<!-- Page 281 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">In huerte.<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Wickednesse ant sunne,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Hit is lutel wunne<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">That maketh the body smerte.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For al is grete poer, yet he wes ylaht;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Falsnesse ant swykedom, al hit geth to naht;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tho he wes in Scotlond, lutel wes ys thoht<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the harde jugement that him wes bysoht<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">In stounde.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">He wes foursithe forswore<br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_175" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_175"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_175" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">To the kyng ther bifore,</a><span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ant that him brohte to grounde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">With feteres ant with gyves i chot he wes to-drowe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the Tour of Londone, that monie myhte knowe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In a curtel of burel, a selkethe wyse,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant a gerland on ys heved of the newe guyse,<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Thurh Cheepe;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Moni mon of Engelond<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">For to se Symond<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Thideward con lepe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Tho he com to galewes, furst he wes anhonge,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Al quic byheveded, thah him thohte longe;<!-- Page 282 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Seththe he wes y-opened, is boweles ybrend,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The heved to Londone-brugge wes send,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To shonde:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">So ich ever mote the,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Sumwhile wende he<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ther lutel to stonde.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He rideth thourh the sité, as y telle may,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With gomen ant wyth solas, that wes here play;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Londone-brugge hee nome the way,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Moni wes the wyves chil that theron laketh a day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ant seide, Alas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That he wes ibore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Ant so villiche forlore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">So feir mon ase he was!<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Nou stont the heved above the tu-brugge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faste bi Waleis, soth for te sugge;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After socour of Scotlond longe he mowe prye,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant after help of Fraunce, (wet halt hit to lye?)<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Ich wene.<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Betere him were in Scotlond,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">With is ax in ys hond,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">To pleyen o the grene.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ant the body hongeth at the galewes faste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With yrnene claspes longe to laste;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For te wyte wel the body, ant Scottysh to garste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Foure ant twenti ther beoth to sothe ate laste,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">By nyhte:<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Yef eny were so hardi<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">The body to remuy,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Al so to dyhte.<!-- Page 283 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Were sire Robert the Bruytz ycome to this londe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ant <a name="LNanchor_VIII_2_218" id="LNanchor_VIII_2_218"></a><a href="#Linenote_VIII_2_218" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the erl of Asseles</a>, that harde is an honde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Alle the other pouraille, forsothe ich understonde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mihten be ful blythe ant thonke godes sonde,<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Wyth ryhte;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Thenne myhte uch mon<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Bothe riden ant gon<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">In pes withoute vyhte.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The traytours of Scotland token hem to rede<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The barouns of Engelond to brynge to dede:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Charles of Fraunce, so moni mon tolde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With myht ant with streynthe hem helpe wolde,<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">His thonkes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Tprot, Scot, for thi strif!<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Hang up thyn hachet ant thi knyf,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Whil him lasteth the lyf<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">With the longe shonkes.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<div class="linenote">
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_66" id="Linenote_VIII_2_66"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_66" title="link to line number">66</a>. Bruce's wife, it is said, replied to her husband, when he
+was boasting of his royal rank, "You are indeed a summer
+king, but you will scarce be a winter one," alluding to the
+ephemeral sovereignty of the Lord of the May.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_129" id="Linenote_VIII_2_129"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_129" title="link to line number">129</a>. He was one of the Scottish prisoners in the Tower;
+and is said to have been so confident of the safety or success
+of Sir Simon Fraser, that he had offered to lay his own head
+on the block, if that warrior suffered himself to be taken;
+and (however involuntarily) it seems he kept his word.
+Vide M. West. 460.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span> MS. Morham.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_145" id="Linenote_VIII_2_145"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_145" title="link to line number">145</a>. 7th September.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_147" id="Linenote_VIII_2_147"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_147" title="link to line number">147</a>. Sir Thomas Multon was one of the justices of the
+King's Bench in 1289. Sir Ralph Sandwich was made Baron
+of the Exchequer in 1312.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_148" id="Linenote_VIII_2_148"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_148" title="link to line number">148</a>. MS. told.</p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_175" id="Linenote_VIII_2_175"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_175" title="link to line number">175</a>. Sir Simon was one of those whom King Edward
+brought out of Scotland in 1296, when that kingdom was
+first subdued. He remained a close prisoner about eight
+months, and was then freed, on entering into the usual engagement
+with the conqueror, to which, however, it is certain
+he did not think proper to adhere; esteeming it, perhaps,
+more sinful to keep such a forced obligation than to
+take it. Abercrombie, i. 552.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p>
+
+<p><a name="Linenote_VIII_2_218" id="Linenote_VIII_2_218"></a><a href="#LNanchor_VIII_2_218" title="link to line number">218</a>. The Earl of Athol, John de Strathbogie. Attempting
+to escape by sea, he was driven back by a storm, taken, and
+conveyed to London, where he was tried, condemned, and,
+with circumstances of great barbarity, put to death, 7th, &amp;c.
+November, 1306. (M. West. 461.) Which proves the present
+ballad to have been composed between that time and
+the 7th of September preceding.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Ritson.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+
+<hr class="long" />
+<p><!-- Page 285 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="GLOSSARY" id="GLOSSARY"></a>GLOSSARY.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><span title="right pointing hand symbol">&#9758;</span> Figures placed after words denote the pages in which
+they occur.</p>
+
+
+
+<ul><li>ablins, <i>perhaps</i>.</li>
+
+<li>aboon, abune, <i>above</i>.</li>
+
+<li>abugge, <i>aby</i>, <i>pay for</i>.</li>
+
+<li>adrenche, <i>drown</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ae, <i>one</i>; first ae, <i>first</i>.</li>
+
+<li>agynneth, <i>begin</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ahint, <i>behind</i>.</li>
+
+<li>airns, <i>irons</i>.</li>
+
+<li>airt, <i>quarter of the compass</i>, <i>direction</i>.</li>
+
+<li>alacing, <i>saying alas</i>.</li>
+
+<li>alane, mine, <i>alone by myself</i>.</li>
+
+<li>alast, <i>latterly</i>.</li>
+
+<li>alles, <i>all</i>.</li>
+
+<li>allinge, <i>altogether</i>.</li>
+
+<li>alow, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>, <i>below</i>.</li>
+
+<li>al so, <i>at once</i>.</li>
+
+<li>amense, <i>amends</i>.</li>
+
+<li>American leather, <a href="#Page_244">244</a>?</li>
+
+<li>anew, <i>enough</i>.</li>
+
+<li>an honde, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>, <i>in hand</i>.</li>
+
+<li>anis, <i>once</i>.</li>
+
+<li>aplyht, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, a particle of confirmation, <i>indeed</i>, <i>on my word</i>, &amp;c.</li>
+
+<li>aquelleden, <i>killed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>arewe, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>, <i>rue</i>, <i>feel aggrieved by</i>.</li>
+
+<li>assoygne, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>, <i>delay</i>: (lines <a href="#Page_66">66</a>, <a href="#Page_67">67</a>, should probably be transposed.)</li>
+
+<li>asteir, <i>astir</i>, <i>moved</i>, (his anger.)</li>
+
+<li>avow, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>, <i>consent</i>, <i>undertake</i>.</li>
+
+<li>avowerie, <i>protection</i>, <i>support</i>.</li>
+
+<li>awin, <i>own</i>.</li>
+
+<li>awsome, <i>frightful</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ayeyn, <i>against</i>: <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, v. 103, a word seems to have dropped out. The sense is, <i>there is no resisting the stars</i>. Wright reads <i>stare</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ayont, <i>beyond</i>, <i>on one side of</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>bangisters, <i>violent and lawless people</i>, <i>those that have the upper hand</i>, <i>victors</i>.</li>
+
+<li>basnet, <i>helmet</i>.</li>
+
+<li>batts, <i>beating</i>.</li>
+
+<li>beet, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <i>help</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ben, <i>in</i>.<!-- Page 286 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>bent, <i>coarse grass</i>;</li>
+<li> <i>open country</i>, covered with the same.</li>
+
+<li>benty, <i>covered with the coarse grass called bent</i>;</li>
+<li> benty-line, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>?</li>
+
+<li>beseen, weil, <a href="#Page_132">132</a>, <i>well appointed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bide, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>pray to</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bigged, <i>built</i>.</li>
+
+<li>biheveded, <i>beheaded</i>.</li>
+
+<li>billie, <i>comrade</i>.</li>
+
+<li>birk, <i>birch</i>.</li>
+
+<li>birst, (<i>burst</i>) <i>fray</i>.</li>
+
+<li>blan, <i>stopped</i>.</li>
+
+<li>blink, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>, <i>glanced</i>.</li>
+
+<li>blive, <i>quickly</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bobaunce, <i>vanity</i>, <i>presumption</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bode, <i>bid</i>.</li>
+
+<li>borrow, <i>rescue</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bot and, <i>and also</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bote, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>, <i>amends</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">bote, no, <i>not better off</i>.</li>
+
+<li>boun, <i>ready</i>, <i>gone</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brae, <i>hill-side</i>.</li>
+
+<li>braid, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>, qy. corrupt?</li>
+
+<li>brain, gang, <i>go mad</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brank, <a href="#Page_124">124</a>, <i>prance</i>, <i>caper</i>.</li>
+
+<li>branks, <i>a rude sort of bridle of rope and wood</i>, used by country people.</li>
+
+<li>braw, bra', <i>brave</i>, <i>fine</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brayd on, <a href="#Page_32">32</a>, <i>move on</i> (rapidly).</li>
+
+<li>breast, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>, <i>voice</i>.</li>
+
+<li>breasting, <i>springing forward</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brecham, <i>collar of a working horse</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brede, o, ant o leynthe, <i>in breadth and in length</i>, <i>far and wide</i>.</li>
+
+<li>breek, <i>breeches</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_70">70</a>, breek-thigh, <i>the side pocket of the breeches</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brie, <i>brow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>broked cow, <i>a cow that has black spots mixed with white in her face</i>.</li>
+
+<li>broken men, <i>outlawed men</i>.</li>
+
+<li>browhead, <i>forehead</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brugge, <i>bridge</i>.</li>
+
+<li>brusten, <i>burst</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bryd, <i>bird</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bryttled, <i>cut up</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bueth, <i>be</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bufft coat, <i>leather coat</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bund, <i>bound</i>.</li>
+
+<li>burel, <i>sackcloth</i>.</li>
+
+<li>burn, <i>brook</i>.</li>
+
+<li>busk, <i>make ready</i>.</li>
+
+<li>buss, <i>bush</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bussing, <a href="#Page_137">137</a>, <i>covering</i> (stolen from the packs).</li>
+
+<li>but, <i>out</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_236">236</a>, but the floor, <i>across the floor out of the room</i>, or <i>to the outer part of the house</i>.</li>
+
+<li>by (sometimes) <i>besides</i>.</li>
+
+<li>byhet, <i>promised</i>.</li>
+
+<li>byres, byris, <i>barns</i>, <i>cowhouses</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bysoht, <i>prepared for</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bytake, <i>committed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>bythenche, <i>bethink</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>ca', <i>call</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ca', <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <i>drive</i>.</li>
+
+<li>carle, <i>churl</i>, <i>fellow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>carpit, <i>talked</i>, <i>told stories</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ca's, <i>calves</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cauler, <i>cool</i>.<!-- Page 287 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>cess, <i>tax</i>, <i>black-mail</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cheventeyn, <i>chieftain</i>.</li>
+
+<li>chot, <i>wot</i>, <i>know</i>,</li>
+
+<li>chulle, <i>shall</i>.</li>
+
+<li>claes, <i>clothes</i>.</li>
+
+<li>clanked, <i>gave a smart stroke</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cleugh, <i>a rugged ascent</i>.</li>
+
+<li>closs, <a href="#Page_191">191</a>, <i>area before the house</i>, (<i>close</i>.)</li>
+
+<li>coll, <i>cool</i>.</li>
+
+<li>coman, <i>command</i>.</li>
+
+<li>con, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>, <i>began</i>.</li>
+
+<li>conquess, <i>conquer</i>.</li>
+
+<li>continaunce, <i>countenance</i>.</li>
+
+<li>corbie, <i>crow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>corn-caugers, <i>corn-carriers</i>, or <i>dealers</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cost, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>, <i>loss</i>, <i>risk</i>.</li>
+
+<li>could, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <i>began</i>.</li>
+
+<li>coune, <i>began</i>.</li>
+
+<li>courtrie, <i>band of courtiers</i>.</li>
+
+<li>couthe, <i>knew</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cowte, <i>colt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>coynte, <i>quaint</i>, <i>cunning</i>.</li>
+
+<li>crabit, <i>crabbed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cracking, <i>boasting</i>.</li>
+
+<li>crooks, <i>the windings of a river</i>, <i>the space of ground closed in on one side by these windings</i>.</li>
+
+<li>crouse, <i>brisk</i>, <i>bold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cumber, to red the, <i>quell the tumult</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cunnes, <i>kinds</i>.</li>
+
+<li>curch, <i>kerchief</i>, <i>coif</i>.</li>
+
+<li>cure, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>, <i>care</i>, <i>pains</i>.</li>
+
+<li>curtel, <a href="#Page_281">281</a>, <i>shirt</i>, <i>gown</i>.</li>
+
+<li>custan, cast.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>dae, <i>doe</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dandoo, <a href="#Page_245">245</a>, apparently should be <i>dun doe</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dane, <i>done</i>, <i>taken</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dang, <i>beat</i>.</li>
+
+<li>daw, <i>dawn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>de, (Fr.) <i>God</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dede, <i>dealt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dee, <i>die</i>.</li>
+
+<li>deid, <i>death</i>.</li>
+
+<li>deme, <i>adjudge</i>.</li>
+
+<li>destaunce, <i>disturbance</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ding down, <i>beat down</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dints, <i>blows</i>.</li>
+
+<li>doddeth, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>, <i>lop</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dool, <i>grief</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dought, <i>could</i>, <i>was able</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dour, <i>hard</i>.</li>
+
+<li>douse, <i>quiet</i>, <i>mild</i>.</li>
+
+<li>doussé-pers, (Fr. douze pairs) <i>gallant knights</i>.</li>
+
+<li>douteth, <i>feareth</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dow, <i>can</i>, <i>are able</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">downa, <i>cannot</i>.</li>
+
+<li>down-come of Robin Hood, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>, <i>as quick as R. H. would knock one down?</i> or <i>pay down?</i></li>
+
+<li>dreigh, (<i>tedious</i>, <i>long</i>) <i>high</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dreynte, drowned.</li>
+
+<li>drie, <i>bear</i>, <i>endure</i>.</li>
+
+<li>drifts, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>, <i>droves</i>.</li>
+
+<li>drivand, <i>driving</i>.</li>
+
+<li>drue, <i>dry</i>.</li>
+
+<li>drunkily, <i>merrily</i>.</li>
+
+<li>drury, <i>treasure</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dub, <i>pool</i>, <i>pond</i>.</li>
+
+<li>duere, <i>dear</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dule, <i>sorrow</i>.<!-- Page 288 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span></li>
+<li>dunt, <i>dint</i>, <i>stroke</i>.</li>
+
+<li>dyhte, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>, <i>dispose of</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>e'en, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <i>even</i>, <i>put in comparison</i>.</li>
+
+<li>een, <i>eyes</i>.</li>
+
+<li>elshin, <i>shoemaker's awl</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ene, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>, <i>even</i>.</li>
+
+<li>enew, <i>enough</i>.</li>
+
+<li>er, <i>before</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ettled, <i>designed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>everuche, <i>every</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">everuchon, <i>every one</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>falla, <i>fellow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fand, <i>found</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fang, <i>catch</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fankit, <i>entangled</i>, <i>obstructed</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">here, <i>so fixed that it could not be drawn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fared, <i>went</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fasten, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>plight</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fay, <i>faith</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fear't, <i>frightened</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fecht, <i>fight</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fee, <i>income</i>, <i>property</i>, <i>wages</i>.</li>
+
+<li>feid, <i>feud</i>.</li>
+
+<li>feir, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>, <i>sound</i>, <i>unhurt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>feiries, <i>comrades</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fell, <i>high pasture land</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fend, <i>defence</i>.</li>
+
+<li>feren, <i>comrades</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ferly, <i>wonder</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fet, <i>foot</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fie, <i>predestined</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fiend, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, i. e. <i>the devil a thing</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fit, <i>foot</i>.</li>
+
+<li>flain, <i>arrows</i>.</li>
+
+<li>flatlies, <i>flat</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fley, <i>fright</i>.</li>
+
+<li>flinders, <i>fragments</i>.</li>
+
+<li>flo, <i>flay</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fon, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>, <i>foes</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fonge, <i>take up</i>.</li>
+
+<li>forbode, over God's, (<i>on God's prohibition</i>), <i>God forbid</i>.</li>
+
+<li>forehammer, <i>the large hammer which strikes before the small one</i>, <i>sledge-hammer</i>.</li>
+
+<li>foreward, <i>covenant</i>.</li>
+
+<li>forfaulted, <i>forfeited</i>.</li>
+
+<li>forfend, <i>forbid</i>.</li>
+
+<li>forfoughen (i. e. forfoughten) <i>tired out</i>.</li>
+
+<li>forst, <i>frost</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fot-lome, <i>foot-lame</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fou, <i>full</i> (<i>of drink</i>).</li>
+
+<li>four-half, on, <i>in quarters</i>.</li>
+
+<li>foursithe, <i>four times</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fow, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>, <i>full?</i></li>
+
+<li>frae hand, <i>forthwith</i>.</li>
+
+<li>freits, <i>omens</i>.</li>
+
+<li>frith, <i>wood</i>.</li>
+
+<li>furs, <i>furrows</i>.</li>
+
+<li>fyn, <i>end</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>gar, <i>make</i>, <i>let</i>.</li>
+
+<li>garste, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>, (should probably be gast) <i>frighten away</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gaun, <i>going</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gavelocks, (<i>javelins</i>) <i>iron crows</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gear, <i>goods</i>, <i>property</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1"><a href="#Page_16">16</a>, <i>spoil</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ged, <i>went</i>.</li>
+
+<li>geir, same as gear.</li>
+
+<li>genzie, <i>engine of war</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gifted, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <i>given away</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gilt, <i>gold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gin, <i>if</i>.<!-- Page 289 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span></li>
+<li>gin, <i>trick</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gleed, <i>red-hot coal</i>, <i>a glowing bar of iron</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gloamin', <i>twilight</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gomen, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>, <i>game</i>, <i>mockery</i>.</li>
+
+<li>goud, <i>gold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>goule, (Fr.) <i>throat</i>.</li>
+
+<li>graith, <i>armor</i>.</li>
+
+<li>graith, <i>make ready</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">graithed, <i>armed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>grat, <i>wept</i>.</li>
+
+<li>green, <i>yearn</i>, <i>long</i>.</li>
+
+<li>greeting, <i>weeping</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gripet, <i>seized</i>.</li>
+
+<li>grom, <i>groom</i>, <i>man</i>.</li>
+
+<li>grome, <a href="#Page_279">279</a>, <i>sorrow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gryming, <i>sprinkling</i>.</li>
+
+<li>guided, <a href="#Page_172">172</a>, <i>treated</i>.</li>
+
+<li>gynne, <i>trap</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>had, haud, <i>hold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>haif, <i>have</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hail, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>, (<i>vigorous</i>, and so) <i>boisterous?</i></li>
+
+<li>halewen, <i>saints</i>.</li>
+
+<li>halt, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>, <i>profits?</i></li>
+
+<li>halve, <i>side</i>.</li>
+
+<li>haly, <i>holy</i>.</li>
+
+<li>happers, <i>hoppers</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hardilyche, <i>boldly</i>.</li>
+
+<li>harpit, <i>harped</i>.</li>
+
+<li>harried, <i>plundered</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hastifliche, <i>hastily</i>.</li>
+
+<li>haud, <i>hold</i>, <i>keep</i>.</li>
+
+<li>he, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>, <i>they</i>.</li>
+
+<li>head, <a href="#Page_117">117</a>, <i>assemblage</i>.</li>
+
+<li>heckle, <i>a hatchel</i>, <i>flax-comb</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hem, <i>them</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hende, hendy, <i>gentle</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hente, <i>caught</i>.</li>
+
+<li>herry, <i>harry</i>, <i>spoil</i>.</li>
+
+<li>he's, <i>he shall</i>.</li>
+
+<li>het, <i>head</i>.</li>
+
+<li>het, <i>hot</i>.</li>
+
+<li>heugh, <i>a ragged steep</i>, sometimes, <i>a glen with steep overhanging sides</i>.</li>
+
+<li>heved, <i>head</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hi, <i>they</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hie, <i>high</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hirst, <i>a barren hill</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hold, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>faithful</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hope, houp, <i>a sloping hollow between two hills</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hostage house, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>, <i>inn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>how, <i>pull</i>.</li>
+
+<li>howm, <i>a plain on a river side</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hue, <i>they</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">huem, <i>them</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">huere, <i>their</i>.</li>
+
+<li>hulles, <i>hills</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>ibore, <i>born</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ich, <i>I</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ichulle, <i>I shall</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ilka, <i>every</i>.</li>
+
+<li>intill, <i>in</i>.</li>
+
+<li>is, <i>his</i>.</li>
+
+<li>I'se, <i>I will</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>jack, <i>a short coat plated with small pieces of iron</i>.</li>
+
+<li>jeopardy, <a href="#Page_223">223</a>, <i>adventure</i>.</li>
+
+<li>jimp, <i>slender</i>.</li>
+
+<li>jugge, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>, <i>condemn</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>keekit, <i>peeped</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kend, <i>known</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kettrin, <i>cateran</i>, <i>thieving</i>.<!-- Page 290 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>keverest, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>recoverest</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kilted, <i>tucked</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kinnen, <i>rabbits</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kirns, <i>churns</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Kirsty, <i>Christy</i>.</li>
+
+<li>knapscap, <i>head-piece</i>.</li>
+
+<li>know, <i>knoll</i>.</li>
+
+<li>knulled, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>, <i>pushed</i>, <i>beaten</i> (<i>with the knuckles</i>).</li>
+
+<li>kunnes, <i>kinds</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kyne-yerde, <i>king's wand</i> or <i>sceptre</i>.</li>
+
+<li>kyneriche, <i>kingdom</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>laht, <i>caught</i>.</li>
+
+<li>laigh, <i>low</i>.</li>
+
+<li>langsome, <i>tedious</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lap, <i>wrap up</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lave, <i>rest</i>.</li>
+
+<li>law, <i>low</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lawing, <i>scot</i>, <i>reckoning</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lay, <i>lea</i>.</li>
+
+<li>layne, <i>conceal</i>.</li>
+
+<li>leal, leel, <i>loyal</i>, <i>true</i>, <i>chaste</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lear, <i>lore</i>.</li>
+
+<li>leauté, <i>loyalty</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lede, <i>people</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lee, <i>waste</i>, <i>lonely</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lee-lang, <i>live-long</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lee, shelter, peace;</li>
+<li class="indent1">set at little lee, <a href="#Page_101">101</a>, <i>left little peace?</i> "<i>left scarcely any means of shelter</i>." <span class="smcap">Jamieson.</span></li>
+
+<li>leeze me on, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <i>I take pleasure or comfort in</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lerrum, (Fr.) <i>leave</i>.</li>
+
+<li>les, <i>lying</i>.</li>
+
+<li>let, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, <i>ceased</i>.</li>
+
+<li>leugh, <i>laughed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>levedy, <i>lady</i>.</li>
+
+<li>libbe, <i>live</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lidder, <i>lazy</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lidder fat, <i>fat from laziness</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">(qu. same as leeper fat?)</li>
+
+<li>lightly, <i>make light of</i>, <i>treat with contempt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>limmer, <i>rascal</i>, <i>scoundrelly</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Lincome, <i>Lincoln</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">Lincum twine, <i>Lincoln manufacture</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ling, <i>heath</i>.</li>
+
+<li>loan, <i>a piece of ground near a farm house where the cows are milked</i>.</li>
+
+<li>loot, <i>let</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lordswyk, <i>traitor to his lord</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lore, loren, <i>lost</i>.</li>
+
+<li>loup, <i>leap</i>, <i>waterfall</i>.</li>
+
+<li>louped, loupen, <i>leapt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lourd, <i>liefer</i>, <i>rather</i>.</li>
+
+<li>low, <i>flame</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lowne, <i>loon</i>.</li>
+
+<li>luid, <i>loved</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lyan, <i>lain</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lyart, <i>hoary</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lyke-wake, <i>watching of a dead body</i>.</li>
+
+<li>lyves man, <a href="#Page_271">271</a>, <i>living man</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>ma, shame a, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <i>devil a bit</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mae, <i>more</i>.</li>
+
+<li>maill, <i>rent</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mane, <i>moan</i>.</li>
+
+<li>maries, <i>maids</i>.</li>
+
+<li>marrows, <i>equals</i>.</li>
+
+<li>maun, <i>must</i>.</li>
+
+<li>may, <i>maid</i>.<!-- Page 291 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>me, <i>they</i> (Fr. <i>on</i>).</li>
+
+<li>mear, <i>mare</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mene, <i>moan</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mergh, <i>marrow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mest, <i>most</i>.</li>
+
+<li>minnie, <i>mother</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mirk, <i>dark</i>.</li>
+
+<li>modi, <i>bold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mot, <i>may</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mounde, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>, <i>might?</i></li>
+
+<li>mowe, <i>may</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mowes, <i>jests</i>.</li>
+
+<li>mudie, <i>bold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>muss, <i>moss</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>naggs, <i>notches</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nede, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>, <i>he had not</i>.</li>
+
+<li>neist, <i>next</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nes, <i>was not</i>.</li>
+
+<li>neuk, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <i>corner?</i></li>
+
+<li>nicher, nicker, <i>neigh</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nie, <i>neigh</i>.</li>
+
+<li>niest, <i>next</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nogs, <i>stakes</i>.</li>
+
+<li>noisome, <a href="#Page_139">139</a>, <i>annoying</i>, <i>vexatious</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nolden, <i>would not</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nome, <i>name</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nome, nomen, <i>took</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nones, <i>no</i>.</li>
+
+<li>notour, <a href="#Page_267">267</a>, <i>notorious</i>.</li>
+
+<li>noud, nout, <i>nought</i>, <i>not</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nowt, <i>cattle</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nule, <i>will not</i>.</li>
+
+<li>nythe, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>, <i>wickedness</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>oht, <i>oath</i>.</li>
+
+<li>onde, <a href="#Page_275">275</a>, <i>malice</i>, <i>envy</i>.</li>
+
+<li>other, <i>or</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ou, <i>you</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ouir, <i>our</i>.</li>
+
+<li>our, oure, <i>over</i>.</li>
+
+<li>outspeckle, <i>laughing-stock</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ower-word, <i>burden</i>.</li>
+
+<li>owsen, <i>oxen</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>palliones, <i>tents</i>.</li>
+
+<li>paw, neer play'd, <a href="#Page_84">84</a>, <i>did not stir hand or foot</i>.</li>
+
+<li>peel, <a href="#Page_106">106</a>, <i>the stronghold, where the cattle were kept</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pellettes, <i>balls</i>.</li>
+
+<li>peruenke, <i>periwinkle</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pestelets, <i>pistols</i>, <i>fire-arms</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pleugh, <i>plough</i>.</li>
+
+<li>plumet, <a href="#Page_75">75</a>, <i>pommel</i>.</li>
+
+<li>poer, <i>power</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pouraille, <i>common people</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pris, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>praise</i>.</li>
+
+<li>prude, <i>pride</i>.</li>
+
+<li>prye, <i>pray</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pure, <i>poor</i>.</li>
+
+<li>putfalle, <i>pitfall</i>.</li>
+
+<li>pyne, <i>pain</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>questry, <i>jury</i>.</li>
+
+<li>quey, <i>young cow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>quhavir, <i>whoever</i>.</li>
+
+<li>quhilk, <i>which</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>rack, <i>a shallow ford, extending to a considerable breadth before it narrows into a full stream</i>. <span class="smcap">Jamieson.</span></li>
+
+<li>rad, <a href="#Page_27">27</a>, <i>afraid</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rae, <i>roe</i>.</li>
+
+<li>raid, <i>foray</i>, <i>predatory incursion</i>, <i>fight</i>.<!-- Page 292 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>rank'd, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>, i. e. <i>looked finely</i>, <i>formed in ranks</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ranshackled, <i>ransacked</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rantin', <i>gay</i>, <i>jovial</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rathere, <a href="#Page_274">274</a>, <i>sooner</i>, <i>beforehand</i>.</li>
+
+<li>raxed, <i>stretched</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ray, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <i>path</i> or <i>track</i>.</li>
+
+<li>reaving, <i>robbing</i>.</li>
+
+<li>redd, rede, <i>advise</i>, <i>advice</i>.</li>
+
+<li>reek, <i>smoke</i>.</li>
+
+<li>reif, <i>bailiff</i>.</li>
+
+<li>reif, <i>robbery</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">reiver, <i>robber</i>.</li>
+
+<li>reil, <i>reel</i>.</li>
+
+<li>remuy, <i>remove</i>.</li>
+
+<li>res, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, (Ang. Sax. <i>raes</i>,) <i>incursions</i>, <i>exploits</i>?</li>
+
+<li>retheres hude, <i>bullock's hide</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rig, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, <i>ridge</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rigging, <i>ridge</i>, <i>top</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rin, <i>run</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rok, <i>distaff</i>.</li>
+
+<li>roof-tree, <i>the beam which forms the angle of the roof</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rouncyn, <i>horse</i>.</li>
+
+<li>routing, <i>bellowing</i>.</li>
+
+<li>row, <i>roll</i>.</li>
+
+<li>row-footed, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>, <i>rough-footed?</i></li>
+
+<li>rudds, <i>reddens</i>.</li>
+
+<li>rude, <i>rood</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Rumary, <a href="#Page_249">249</a>?</li>
+
+<li>rybaus, <i>ribalds</i>, <i>villains</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>saft, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <i>light</i>.</li>
+
+<li>saht, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>at one</i>, <i>reconciled</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sark, <i>shirt</i>, <i>shift</i>.</li>
+
+<li>saugh, <i>willow</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sawe, <i>speech</i>.</li>
+
+<li>schaw, <i>wood</i>.</li>
+
+<li>scroggs, <i>stunted trees</i>.</li>
+
+<li>see, <i>protect</i>.</li>
+
+<li>see, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>, <i>seat</i>, <i>throne</i>.</li>
+
+<li>seen, <i>soon</i>.</li>
+
+<li>seld, <i>sold</i>.</li>
+
+<li>selkethe, <i>strange</i>.</li>
+
+<li>serime, <a href="#Page_248">248</a>, corrupt: qy. <i>betime</i>?</li>
+
+<li>seth the, <i>after</i>.</li>
+
+<li>served, <a href="#Page_25">25</a>, <i>behaved to</i>.</li>
+
+<li>shame a ma, <a href="#Page_93">93</a>, <i>devil a bit</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sheen, <i>shoes</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sheil, <i>shepherd's hut</i>.</li>
+
+<li>shome, <i>shame</i>.</li>
+
+<li>shonde, <i>disgrace</i>.</li>
+
+<li>shonkes, <i>shanks</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sic, sicken, <i>such</i>.</li>
+
+<li>skaithd, <i>injured</i>.</li>
+
+<li>skeigh, <i>sky</i>.</li>
+
+<li>slack, <i>a shallow dell</i>, <i>morass</i>.</li>
+
+<li>slae, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, <i>sloe</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sleuth-dog, <i>blood-hound</i>.</li>
+
+<li>slogan, <i>the gathering word peculiar to a family or clan</i>, <i>a war-cry</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sloken, <i>slake</i>.</li>
+
+<li>slough-hounds, <i>blood-hounds</i>.</li>
+
+<li>slowen, <i>slew</i>.</li>
+
+<li>smoldereth, <i>smothereth</i>.</li>
+
+<li>snear, <i>snort</i>.</li>
+
+<li>so, <i>as</i>.</li>
+
+<li>solas, <i>amusement</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sonde, godes, <i>God's sending</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sote, <i>soot</i>.</li>
+
+<li>soth, soht, <i>truth</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Soudron, <i>Southerner</i>, <i>English</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sould, suld, <i>should</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sowie, <i>sow</i> (Lat. <i>vinea</i>, <i>pluteus</i>), <i>a shed or pent-house</i><!-- Page 293 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span>
+<i>under cover of which the walls of a besieged town were assailed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>soy, <i>silk</i>.</li>
+
+<li>spaits, <i>floods</i>, <i>torrents</i>.</li>
+
+<li>spauld, <i>shoulder</i>.</li>
+
+<li>spene, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>, <i>cost</i>.</li>
+
+<li>spier, <i>ask</i>.</li>
+
+<li>spin, <i>run</i>.</li>
+
+<li>splent, <i>armor</i>.</li>
+
+<li>springald, <i>a military engine for discharging heavy missiles at the walls of a beleaguered town</i>.</li>
+
+<li>spuilye, spulzie, <i>despoil</i>.</li>
+
+<li>star, see <i>ayeyn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>starkest, <i>strongest</i>.</li>
+
+<li>staun, <i>stolen</i>.</li>
+
+<li>steads, <i>places</i>.</li>
+
+<li>stear, <i>stir</i>.</li>
+
+<li>stont, <i>stands</i>.</li>
+
+<li>stots, <i>bullocks</i>.</li>
+
+<li>stounde, <i>time</i>.</li>
+
+<li>stour, <i>turmoil</i>, <i>affray</i>.</li>
+
+<li>straught, <i>stretched</i>.</li>
+
+<li>streynthe, <i>strength</i>.</li>
+
+<li>strick, <i>strict</i>.</li>
+
+<li>strinkled, <i>sprinkled</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Strivelyn, <i>Sterling</i>.</li>
+
+<li>stude, <i>place</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sturt, <a href="#Page_138">138</a>, <i>trouble</i>, <i>disturbance</i>.</li>
+
+<li>suereth, <i>swear</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sugge, <i>say</i>.</li>
+
+<li>suithe, <i>very</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sunne, <i>sin</i>.</li>
+
+<li>sweynes, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>, <i>swains</i>, <i>men in general below the rank of knights</i>.</li>
+
+<li>swithe, <i>very</i>.</li>
+
+<li>swither, <i>doubt</i>, <i>consternation</i>.</li>
+
+<li>swyers, <i>squires</i>.</li>
+
+<li>swykedom, <i>treachery</i>.</li>
+
+<li>swythe, <i>very</i>.</li>
+
+<li>syke, <i>ditch</i>.</li>
+
+<li>syne, <i>then</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>tackles, <i>arrows</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tald, <i>told</i>.</li>
+
+<li>targats, <a href="#Page_49">49</a>, <i>tassels</i>.</li>
+
+<li>te, <i>to</i>.</li>
+
+<li>temed, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>tamed</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thae, <i>these</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thah, <i>though</i>.</li>
+
+<li>the, <i>thrive</i>.</li>
+
+<li>then, <i>than</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thenche, <i>think</i>.</li>
+
+<li>theynes, <i>thanes</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thir, <i>these</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">thir's, <i>these are</i>.</li>
+
+<li>this, <i>these</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tho, <i>then</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thole, <i>bear</i>, <i>endure</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thonkes, his, <a href="#Page_283">283</a>, <i>willingly</i>, <i>gladly</i>, <i>by his good will</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thrawin, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>, <i>distorted</i>, <i>wrinkled</i>.</li>
+
+<li>thunche, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>seem</i>.</li>
+
+<li>til, <i>to</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">til't, <i>to it</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tint, <i>lost</i>.</li>
+
+<li>to-drawe, to-drowe, <i>drawn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>to-dryven, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>, <i>break to pieces</i>.</li>
+
+<li>token, <a href="#Page_277">277</a>, <i>gave to</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tome, <i>tame</i>.</li>
+
+<li>toom, <i>empty</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tour, <a href="#Page_192">192</a>, <i>course or road</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tow, <a href="#Page_158">158</a>, <i>throw</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tprot, <i>interjection of contempt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>trayne, <i>stratagem</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tree, <i>staff</i>.<!-- Page 294 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>trepan'd, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>, <i>foully dealt with</i>.</li>
+
+<li>trew, <i>trust</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tryst, <i>meeting</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tu-brugge, <i>draw-bridge</i>.</li>
+
+<li>tul, <i>to</i>.</li>
+
+<li>twa-fald, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <i>two-fold</i>, i. e. <i>with his body hanging down both sides</i>.</li>
+
+<li>twa-some, <i>couple</i>.</li>
+
+<li>twined, <i>parted</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>uch, <i>each</i>.</li>
+
+<li>unkensome, <i>not to be recognized</i>.</li>
+
+<li>unthought lang, hold, <i>keep from growing weary</i>.</li>
+
+<li>upgive, <a href="#Page_34">34</a>, <i>acknowledge</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>villiche, <i>vilely</i>.</li>
+
+<li>vor, <i>for</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Vrenshe, <i>French</i>.</li>
+
+<li>vyhte, <i>fighting</i>.</li>
+
+<li>vylté, <i>disgrace</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>wad, <i>would</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wad, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>, <i>wager</i>, <i>forfeit</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Waleis, <i>Wallace</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wally fa', <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, <i>ill luck befall</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wan, <i>pale</i>, <i>dark</i>, <i>black</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wan, <i>reached</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wap, <i>tie round</i>.</li>
+
+<li>waran, <i>guaranty</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ware, <a href="#Page_111">111</a>, <i>lay out</i>, <i>use</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ware, <a href="#Page_272">272</a>, (Ang. S. were, <i>capitis ĉstimatio</i>) <i>ransom</i>, <i>life-money</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wark, <i>work</i>.</li>
+
+<li>warrand, <i>protection</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wat, <i>know</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wat, <i>wet</i>.</li>
+
+<li>waur, <i>worse</i>.</li>
+
+<li>way, to the, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, <i>away?</i></li>
+
+<li>wear, <i>guard</i>.</li>
+
+<li>webbes, <i>weavers</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wed, <a href="#Page_247">247</a>, qy. corrupt?</li>
+
+<li>weht, <i>what</i>.</li>
+
+<li>weel-fared, <i>well-favored</i>.</li>
+
+<li>weil, <a href="#Page_92">92</a>, <i>eddy</i>.</li>
+
+<li>weir, <i>war</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wel the felle, <a href="#Page_273">273</a>, <i>will fall from thy head?</i></li>
+
+<li>wende, <i>weened</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wes, <i>was</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wesleyn, <i>western</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wether, <i>whither</i>.</li>
+
+<li>weylaway, <i>well-a-day!</i></li>
+
+<li>whang, <i>thong</i>.</li>
+
+<li>whidderan, <i>whizzing</i>.</li>
+
+<li>whet, <i>what</i>.</li>
+
+<li>whew, <i>whistle</i>.</li>
+
+<li>whosé, <i>any one whatever</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wicker, <a href="#Page_119">119</a>, <i>switch</i>.</li>
+
+<li>widdifu, <i>one who deserves to fill a widdie or halter</i>, <i>gallows bird</i>, <i>ruffian</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wight, <i>strong</i>, <i>quick</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">wightmen (Ang. Sax. wigman) <i>fighting men</i>, <i>brave fellows</i>;</li>
+<li class="indent1">waled wightmen, <a href="#Page_220">220</a>, <i>picked warriors</i>.</li>
+
+<li>win, <i>get</i>.</li>
+
+<li>winna, <i>will not</i>.</li>
+
+<li>winsomely, <i>handsomely</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wit, <i>knowledge</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wod, <i>waded</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wombe, <i>belly</i>.</li>
+
+<li>won, <a href="#Page_120">120</a>, misprint for win?</li>
+
+<li>wons, <i>dwells</i>.<!-- Page 295 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span></li>
+
+<li>wood, <i>mad</i>.</li>
+
+<li>worries, <i>strangles</i>.</li>
+
+<li>Wudspurs, <i>Madspur</i>, <i>Hotspur</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wyht, <i>wight</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wysloker, <i>more wisely</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wyte, <i>know</i>.</li>
+
+<li>wyte, <a href="#Page_282">282</a>, <i>wait</i>, <i>watch</i> (?)</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>y, <i>in</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yate, <i>gate</i>.</li>
+
+<li>ybate, <a href="#Page_280">280</a>?</li>
+
+<li>y-be, <i>been</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-brend, <i>burnt</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-caht, <i>caught</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-core, <i>chosen</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-cud, <i>known</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-demed, <i>judged</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-dyht, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, <i>arranged</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yeate, <i>gate</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yef, <i>if</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yeme, <i>govern</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yere, to, <a href="#Page_276">276</a>, <i>this year</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yestreen, <i>yesterday</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yett, <i>gate</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-herde, <i>heard</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-knawe, <i>recognize</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-laht, <i>caught</i>, <i>taken</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-nemned, <i>named</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yongeth, <i>goeth</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-suore, <i>sworn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>y-tuht, <i>drawn</i>.</li>
+
+<li>yynge, <i>young</i>.</li>
+</ul>
+
+
+<ul><li>zour, &amp;c., <i>your</i>, &amp;c.</li>
+</ul>
+
+<div class="trans-note">
+<h4><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes"></a>Transcriber's Notes</h4>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_iv">iv</a>: added "Book VIII." to the Table of Contents.</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_87">87</a> and note on page <a href="#Page_88">88</a>: changed "169" to "129" (129. The
+land-sergeant (mentioned also in <i>Hobbie Noble</i>) ...)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_93">93</a> (note to line 70): changed "ross" to "across" ( ... chains drawn
+across the chest of a war-horse ...)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_129">129</a> (note to line 66): changed "East-gath" to "East-gate" (The family of Emerson of East-gate, a fief, ...)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_139">139</a> (note to line 24): added missing closing quotation mark
+(All bravely fought that day."&mdash;S.)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_148">148</a>: changed "opprobious" to "opprobrious" ( ... gave Car some very opprobrious language ...)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_189">189</a>: added missing closing quotation mark ( ... the accused party
+was soon restored to society.")</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_214">214</a> (line 34): added missing closing quotation mark ("And ye shall pardoned be:")</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_253">253</a> (line 54): changed "Jonne[a] rounde" to "Jonne [a]rounde" (And so besett poore Jonne [a]rounde,)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_260">260</a> (first line of chorus): changed "Re" to "Be" (<i>Be content, be content,</i>)</p>
+
+<p>Page <a href="#Page_260">260</a> suspected typo "fortunately" should perhaps be read "unfortunately" ( ... the circumstances which have given
+rise to it were fortunately too common ...)</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads, Volume
+VI (of 8), by Various
+
+*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VI ***
+
+***** This file should be named 39766-h.htm or 39766-h.zip *****
+This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
+ http://www.gutenberg.org/3/9/7/6/39766/
+
+Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia
+Center, Michigan State University Libraries.)
+
+
+Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions
+will be renamed.
+
+Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no
+one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation
+(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
+permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules,
+set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
+copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
+protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project
+Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
+charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you
+do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
+rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
+such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
+research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
+practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is
+subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
+redistribution.
+
+
+
+*** START: FULL LICENSE ***
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License available with this file or online at
+ www.gutenberg.org/license.
+
+
+Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic works
+
+1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
+all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
+If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
+terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
+entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See
+paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
+and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works. See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
+or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the
+collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an
+individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
+located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
+copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
+works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
+are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
+Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
+freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
+this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
+the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
+keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in
+a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check
+the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
+before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
+creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
+Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning
+the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
+States.
+
+1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
+access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
+whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
+phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
+copied or distributed:
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
+from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
+posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
+and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
+or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
+with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
+work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
+through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
+Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
+1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
+terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked
+to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
+permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.
+
+1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm License.
+
+1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
+word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or
+distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
+"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
+posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
+you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
+copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
+request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
+form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
+that
+
+- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+ the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
+ you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is
+ owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
+ has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
+ Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments
+ must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
+ prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
+ returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
+ sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
+ address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
+ the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."
+
+- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+ you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+ does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+ License. You must require such a user to return or
+ destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
+ and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
+ Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
+ money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+ electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
+ of receipt of the work.
+
+- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+ distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
+forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
+both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
+Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the
+Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
+collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
+"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
+corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
+property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
+computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
+your equipment.
+
+1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
+of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
+your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with
+the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
+refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
+providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
+receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy
+is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
+opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS', WITH NO OTHER
+WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
+WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
+If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
+law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
+interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
+the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any
+provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
+with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
+promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
+harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
+that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
+or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
+work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
+Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.
+
+
+Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
+including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists
+because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
+people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
+To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
+and the Foundation information page at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
+Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
+permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
+Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
+throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at 809
+North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email
+contact links and up to date contact information can be found at the
+Foundation's web site and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact
+
+For additional contact information:
+ Dr. Gregory B. Newby
+ Chief Executive and Director
+ gbnewby@pglaf.org
+
+Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
+spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To
+SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
+particular state visit www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
+To donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+
+Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
+concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
+with anyone. For forty years, he produced and distributed Project
+Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
+unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily
+keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.
+
+Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:
+
+ www.gutenberg.org
+
+This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
+
+
+</pre>
+
+</body>
+</html>
diff --git a/39766.txt b/39766.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..9dd22bd
--- /dev/null
+++ b/39766.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,10459 @@
+The Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI (of
+8), by Various
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: English and Scottish Ballads, Volume VI (of 8)
+
+Author: Various
+
+Editor: Francis James Child
+
+Release Date: May 22, 2012 [EBook #39766]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VI ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia
+Center, Michigan State University Libraries.)
+
+
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Archaic, dialect and inconsistent spellings and hyphenation have been
+retained as in the original. Minor corrections to format and punctuation
+together with regularisation of poetry line numbering have been made
+without comment. Any other changes to the text have been listed at the
+end of the book.
+
+In this Plain Text version of the e-book, symbols from the ASCII
+character set only are used. Other characters and symbols are
+substituted as follows:
+
+ [AE], [ae] ae-ligature
+ ['e], ['o] e, o with acute accent (or stress)
+ [e'] e with grave accent (or syllabic marker)
+ [:i] i with dieresis
+ [L] pound sterling
+
+ Italic typeface is indicated by _underscores_.
+ Small caps typeface is represented by UPPER CASE.
+ A pointing hand symbol is represented as [right pointing hand].
+
+Notes with reference to ballad line numbers are presented at the end of
+each ballad and the presence of a note is indicated at the end of line
+number ## by "[L##]".
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+
+
+ ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH
+ BALLADS.
+
+ EDITED BY
+ FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.
+
+ VOLUME VI.
+
+ BOSTON:
+ LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.
+ M.DCCC.LX.
+
+Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858, by LITTLE, BROWN
+AND COMPANY, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District
+of Massachusetts.
+
+ RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:
+ STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY
+ H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS OF VOLUME SIXTH.
+
+
+BOOK VI.
+
+ Page
+1 a. The Lochmaben Harper [Johnson] 3
+
+1 b. The Lochmaben Harper [Scott] 7
+
+2 a. Johnie of Breadislee 11
+
+2 b. Johnie of Cocklesmuir 16
+
+3. The Sang of the Outlaw Murray 20
+
+4 a. Johnie Armstrang 37
+
+4 b. Johnie Armstrang [Ramsay] 45
+
+5 a. Hughie Graham 51
+
+5 b. Hughie the Gr[ae]me 55
+
+6. Kinmont Willie 58
+
+7. Dick o' the Cow 67
+
+8. Jock o' the Side 80
+
+9 a. Archie of Ca'field 88
+
+9 b. Billie Archie 94
+
+10. Hobie Noble 97
+
+11. Jamie Telfer of the Fair Dodhead 105
+
+12. The Fray of Suport 115
+
+13. Rookhope Ryde 121
+
+14. The Raid of the Reidswire 129
+
+15. The Death of Parcy Reed 139
+
+16 a. Captain Car 147
+
+16 b. Edom o' Gordon 154
+
+17. Willie Mackintosh 159
+
+18. Lord Maxwell's Goodnight 162
+
+19. The Lads of Wamphray 168
+
+20. The Fire of Frendraught 173
+
+21 a. The Bonnie House o' Airly [Finlay] 183
+
+21 b. The Bonnie House of Airly [Sharpe] 186
+
+22 a. The Baron of Brackley [Jamieson] 188
+
+22 b. The Baron of Braikley [Buchan] 192
+
+23. Gilderoy 196
+
+24. Bob Roy 202
+
+
+BOOK VII.
+
+1 a. Queen Eleanor's Confession 209
+
+1 b. Queen Eleanor's Confession [Kinloch] 213
+
+2 Auld Maitland 217
+
+3 a. Willie Wallace 231
+
+3 b. Sir William Wallace 237
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+Johnny Cock 243
+
+The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime 247
+
+Johnie Armstrang 251
+
+Loudoun Castle 254
+
+Rob Roy 257
+
+Eppie Morrie 260
+
+Macpherson's Rant 263
+
+The Flemish Insurrection 269
+
+The Execution of Sir Simon Fraser 274
+
+
+GLOSSARY 285
+
+
+
+
+BOOK VI.
+
+
+
+
+THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.
+
+
+This fine old ballad was first printed in the _Musical Museum_ (_O heard
+ye e'er of a silly blind Harper_, p. 598). Scott inserted a different
+copy, equally good, in the _Border Minstrelsy_, i. 422, and there is
+another, of very ordinary merits, in _Scottish Traditional Versions of
+Ancient Ballads_ (_The Jolly Harper_), p. 37. In this the theft is done
+on a wager, and the booty duly restored. On account of the excellence of
+the ballad, we give two versions, though they differ but slightly.
+
+
+ O heard ye of a silly Harper,
+ Liv'd long in Lochmaben town,
+ How he did gang to fair England,
+ To steal King Henry's Wanton Brown?
+
+ But first he gaed to his gude wife
+ Wi' a' the speed that he coud thole:
+ "This wark," quo' he, "will never work,
+ Without a mare that has a foal."
+
+ Quo' she, "Thou hast a gude grey mare,
+ That'll rin o'er hills baith low and hie; 10
+ Gae tak' the grey mare in thy hand,
+ And leave the foal at hame wi' me.
+
+ "And tak a halter in thy hose,
+ And o' thy purpose dinna fail;
+ But wap it o'er the Wanton's nose; 15
+ And tie her to the grey mare's tail:
+
+ "Syne ca' her out at yon back yeate,
+ O'er moss and muir and ilka dale,
+ For she'll ne'er let the Wanton bite,
+ Till she come hame to her ain foal." 20
+
+ So he is up to England gane,
+ Even as fast as he can hie,
+ Till he came to King Henry's yeate;
+ And wha' was there but King Henry?
+
+ "Come in," quo' he, "thou silly blind Harper, 25
+ And of thy harping let me hear;"
+ "O, by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,
+ "I'd rather hae stabling for my mare."
+
+ The King looks o'er his left shoulder,
+ And says unto his stable groom, 30
+ "Gae tak the silly poor Harper's mare,
+ And tie her 'side my wanton brown."
+
+ And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,
+ Till a' the lords gaed through the floor;
+ They thought the music was sae sweet, 35
+ That they forgat the stable door.
+
+ And ay he harpit, and ay he carpit,
+ Till a' the nobles were sound asleep,
+ Than quietly he took aff his shoon,
+ And saftly down the stair did creep. 40
+
+ Syne to the stable door he hies,
+ Wi' tread as light as light coud be,
+ And whan he open'd and gaed in,
+ There he fand thirty good steeds and three.
+
+ He took the halter frae his hose, 45
+ And of his purpose did na' fail;
+ He slipt it o'er the Wanton's nose,
+ And tied it to his grey mare's tail.
+
+ He ca'd her out at yon back yeate,
+ O'er moss and muir and ilka dale, 50
+ And she loot ne'er the Wanton bite,
+ But held her still gaun at her tail.
+
+ The grey mare was right swift o' fit,
+ And did na fail to find the way,
+ For she was at Lochmaben yeate, 55
+ Fu' lang three hours ere it was day.
+
+ When she came to the Harper's door,
+ There she gae mony a nicher and snear;
+ "Rise," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass,
+ Let in thy master and his mare." 60
+
+ Then up she raise, pat on her claes,
+ And lookit out through the lock hole;
+ "O, by my sooth," then quoth the lass,
+ "Our mare has gotten a braw big foal."
+
+ "Come haud thy peace, thou foolish lass, 65
+ The moon's but glancing in thy ee,
+ I'll wad my haill fee 'gainst a groat,
+ It's bigger than e'er our foal will be."
+
+ The neighbours too that heard the noise
+ Cried to the wife to put her in; 70
+ "By my sooth," then quoth the wife,
+ "She's better than ever he rade on."
+
+ But on the morn at fair day light,
+ When they had ended a' their chear,
+ King Henry's Wanton Brown was stawn, 75
+ And eke the poor old Harper's mare.
+
+ "Alace! alace!" says the silly blind Harper,
+ "Alace! alace! that I came here,
+ In Scotland I've tint a braw cowte foal,
+ In England they've stawn my guid grey mare." 80
+
+ "Come had thy tongue, thou silly blind Harper,
+ And of thy alacing let me be,
+ For thou shall get a better mare,
+ And weel paid shall thy cowte foal be."
+
+
+
+
+LOCHMABEN HARPER.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 422.
+
+
+ O heard ye na o' the silly blind Harper,
+ How long he lived in Lochmaben town?
+ And how he wad gang to fair England,
+ To steal the Lord Warden's Wanton Brown?
+
+ But first he gaed to his gude wyfe, 5
+ Wi' a the haste that he could thole--
+ "This wark," quo' he, "will ne'er gae weel,
+ Without a mare that has a foal."
+
+ Quo' she--"Thou hast a gude gray mare,
+ That can baith lance o'er laigh and hie; 10
+ Sae set thee on the gray mare's back,
+ And leave the foal at hame wi' me."
+
+ So he is up to England gane,
+ And even as fast as he may drie;
+ And when he cam to Carlisle gate, 15
+ O whae was there but the Warden hie?
+
+ "Come into my hall, thou silly blind Harper,
+ And of thy harping let me hear!"
+ "O, by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,
+ "I wad rather hae stabling for my mare." 20
+
+ The Warden look'd ower his left shoulder,
+ And said unto his stable groom--
+ "Gae take the silly blind Harper's mare,
+ And tie her beside my Wanton Brown."
+
+ Then aye he harped, and aye he carped, 25
+ Till a' the lordlings footed the floor;
+ But an the music was sae sweet,
+ The groom had nae mind o' the stable door.
+
+ And aye he harped, and aye he carped,
+ Till a' the nobles were fast asleep; 30
+ Then quickly he took aff his shoon,
+ And saftly down the stair did creep.
+
+ Syne to the stable door he hied,
+ Wi' tread as light as light could be;
+ And when he open'd and gaed in, 35
+ There he fand thirty steeds and three.
+
+ He took a cowt halter frae his hose,
+ And o' his purpose he didna fail;
+ He slipt it ower the Wanton's nose,
+ And tied it to his gray mare's tail. 40
+
+ He turn'd them loose at the castle gate,
+ Ower muir and moss and ilka dale;
+ And she ne'er let the Wanton bait,
+ But kept him a-galloping hame to her foal.
+
+ The mare she was right swift o' foot, 45
+ She didna fail to find the way;
+ For she was at Lochmaben gate
+ A lang three hours before the day.
+
+ When she came to the Harper's door,
+ There she gave mony a nicker and sneer-- 50
+ "Rise up," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass;
+ Let in thy master and his mare."
+
+ Then up she rose, put on her clothes,
+ And keekit through at the lock-hole--
+ "O, by my sooth," then cried the lass, 55
+ "Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"
+
+ "Come haud thy tongue, thou silly wench!
+ The morn's but glancing in your ee;
+ I'll wad my hail fee against a groat,
+ He's bigger than e'er our foal will be." 60
+
+ Now all this while in merry Carlisle
+ The Harper harped to hie and law,
+ And the fiend dought they do but listen him to,
+ Until that the day began to daw.
+
+ But on the morn at fair daylight, 65
+ When they had ended a' their cheer,
+ Behold the Wanton Brown was gane,
+ And eke the poor blind Harper's mare!
+
+ "Allace! allace!" quo' the cunning auld Harper,
+ "And ever allace that I cam here; 70
+ In Scotland I hae lost a braw cowt foal,
+ In England they've stown my gude gray mare!"
+
+ "Come, cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper,
+ And again of thy harping let us hear;
+ And weel payd sall thy cowt-foal be, 75
+ And thou sall have a far better mare."
+
+ Then aye he harped, and aye he carped,
+ Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear!
+ He was paid for the foal he had never lost,
+ And three times ower for the gude GRAY MARE. 80
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE OF BREADISLEE.
+
+AN ANCIENT NITHSDALE BALLAD.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 114.
+
+
+"The hero of this ballad appears to have been an outlaw and
+deer-stealer--probably one of the broken men residing upon the Border.
+There are several different copies, in one of which the principal
+personage is called _Johnie of Cockielaw_. The stanzas of greatest merit
+have been selected from each copy. It is sometimes said, that this
+outlaw possessed the old Castle of Morton, in Dumfries-shire, now
+ruinous: "Near to this castle there was a park, built by Sir Thomas
+Randolph, on the face of a very great and high hill; so artificially,
+that, by the advantage of the hill, all wild beasts, such as deers,
+harts, and roes, and hares, did easily leap in, but could not get out
+again; and if any other cattle, such as cows, sheep, or goats, did
+voluntarily leap in, or were forced to do it, _it is doubted_ if their
+owners were permitted to get them out again." _Account of Presbytery of
+Penpont, apud Macfarlane's MSS._ Such a park would form a convenient
+domain to an outlaw's castle, and the mention of Durisdeer, a
+neighboring parish, adds weight to this tradition."
+
+Johnie of Breadislee was first printed in the _Border Minstrelsy_.
+Fragments of two other versions, in which the hero's name is Johny Cock,
+were given in Fry's _Pieces of Ancient Poetry_, Bristol, 1814, p. 55,
+and the editor did not fail to notice that he had probably lighted on
+the ballad of _Johny Cox_, which Ritson says the Rev. Mr. Boyd faintly
+recollected, (_Scottish Song_, I. p. xxxvi.) Motherwell, not aware of
+what Fry had done, printed a few stanzas belonging to the first of these
+versions, under the title of _Johnie of Braidisbank_ (_Minstrelsy,
+Ancient and Modern_, p. 23), and Kinloch recovered a nearly complete
+story. Another copy of this last has been published from Buchan's
+manuscripts in _Scottish Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_ (Percy
+Society, vol. xvii. p. 77). Chambers, in his _Scottish Ballads_, p. 181,
+has compounded Scott's, Kinloch's, and Motherwell's copies,
+interspersing a few additional stanzas of no value. Scott's and
+Kinloch's versions are given in this place, and Fry's fragments (which
+contain several beautiful stanzas) in the Appendix.
+
+ Johnie rose up in a May morning,
+ Call'd for water to wash his hands--
+ "Gar loose to me the gude graie dogs,
+ That are bound wi' iron bands."
+
+ When Johnie's mother gat word o' that, 5
+ Her hands for dule she wrang--
+ "O Johnie! for my benison,
+ To the greenwood dinna gang!
+
+ "Eneugh ye hae o' gude wheat bread,
+ And eneugh o' the blood-red wine; 10
+ And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie,
+ I pray ye, stir frae hame."
+
+ But Johnie's busk't up his gude bend bow,
+ His arrows, ane by ane,
+ And he has gane to Durrisdeer, 15
+ To hunt the dun deer down.
+
+ As he came down by Merriemass,
+ And in by the benty line,
+ There has he espied a deer lying
+ Aneath a bush of ling. 20
+
+ Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,
+ And he wounded her on the side;
+ But atween the water and the brae,
+ His hounds they laid her pride.
+
+ And Johnie has bryttled the deer sae weel, 25
+ That he's had out her liver and lungs;
+ And wi' these he has feasted his bluidy hounds,
+ As if they had been earl's sons.
+
+ They eat sae much o' the venison,
+ And drank sae much o' the blude, 30
+ That Johnie and a' his bluidy hounds
+ Fell asleep as they had been dead.
+
+ And by there came a silly auld carle,
+ An ill death mote he die!
+ For he's awa' to Hislinton, 35
+ Where the Seven Foresters did lie.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye gray-headed carle,
+ What news bring ye to me?"
+ "I bring nae news," said the gray-headed carle,
+ "Save what these eyes did see. 40
+
+ "As I came down by Merriemass,
+ And down among the scroggs,
+ The bonniest childe that ever I saw
+ Lay sleeping amang his dogs.
+
+ "The shirt that was upon his back 45
+ Was o' the Holland fine;
+ The doublet which was over that
+ Was o' the Lincome twine.
+
+ "The buttons that were on his sleeve
+ Were o' the goud sae gude: 50
+ The gude graie hounds he lay amang,
+ Their mouths were dyed wi' blude."
+
+ Then out and spak the First Forester,
+ The heid man ower them a'--
+ "If this be Johnie o' Breadislee, 55
+ Nae nearer will we draw."
+
+ But up and spak the Sixth Forester,
+ (His sister's son was he,)
+ "If this be Johnie o' Breadislee,
+ We soon shall gar him die!" 60
+
+ The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot,
+ They wounded him on the knee;
+ And out and spak the Seventh Forester,
+ "The next will gar him die."
+
+ Johnie's set his back against an aik, 65
+ His fute against a stane;
+ And he has slain the Seven Foresters,
+ He has slain them a' but ane.
+
+ He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,
+ But and his collar bane; 70
+ He's laid him twa-fald ower his steed,
+ Bade him carry the tidings hame.
+
+ "O is there nae a bonnie bird
+ Can sing as I can say,
+ Could flee away to my mother's bower, 75
+ And tell to fetch Johnie away?"
+
+ The starling flew to his mother's window stane,
+ It whistled and it sang;
+ And aye the ower word o' the tune
+ Was--"Johnie tarries lang!" 80
+
+ They made a rod o' the hazel bush,
+ Another o' the slae-thorn tree,
+ And mony mony were the men
+ At fetching o'er Johnie.
+
+ Then out and spake his auld mother, 85
+ And fast her tears did fa'--
+ "Ye wad nae be warn'd, my son Johnie,
+ Frae the hunting to bide awa'.
+
+ "Aft hae I brought to Breadislee
+ The less gear and the mair, 90
+ But I ne'er brought to Breadislee
+ What grieved my heart sae sair.
+
+ "But wae betyde that silly auld carle!
+ An ill death shall he die!
+ For the highest tree in Merriemas 95
+ Shall be his morning's fee."
+
+ Now Johnie's gude bend bow is broke,
+ And his gude graie dogs are slain;
+ And his bodie lies dead in Durrisdeer,
+ And his hunting it is done. 100
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE OF COCKLESMUIR.
+
+
+From Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 38. This version was
+procured in the North Country. The termination would seem to be wanting,
+for the story must have had a tragical conclusion. Buchan's copy ends
+very insipidly with the King's granting Johny a free license to hunt!
+
+ Johnie rose up in a May morning,
+ Call'd for water to wash his hands;
+ And he has call'd for his gude gray hunds,
+ That lay bund in iron bands, _bands_,
+ _That lay bund in iron bands_.
+
+ "Ye'll busk, ye'll busk my noble dogs, 5
+ Ye'll busk and mak them boun,
+ For I'm going to the Broadspear-hill,
+ To ding the dun deer doun, _doun_, &c.
+
+ Whan Johnie's mither heard o' this,
+ She til her son has gane-- 10
+ "Ye'll win your mither's benison,
+ Gin ye wad stay at hame.
+
+ "Your meat sall be of the very very best,
+ And your drink o' the finest wine;
+ And ye will win your mither's benison, 15
+ Gin ye wad stay at hame."
+
+ His mither's counsel he wad na tak,
+ Nor wad he stay at hame;
+ But he's on to the Broadspear-hill,
+ To ding the dun deer doun. 20
+
+ Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west,
+ And a little below the sun;
+ And there he spied the dun deer sleeping,
+ Aneath a buss o' brume.
+
+ Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap, 25
+ And he's woundit him in the side;
+ And atween the water and the wud
+ He laid the dun deer's pride.
+
+ They ate sae meikle o' the venison,
+ And drank sae meikle o' the blude, 30
+ That Johnie and his twa gray hunds,
+ Fell asleep in yonder wud.
+
+ By there cam a silly auld man,
+ And a silly auld man was he;
+ And he's aff to the proud foresters, 35
+ To tell what he did see.
+
+ "What news, what news, my silly auld man,
+ What news? come tell to me;"
+ "Na news, na news," said the silly auld man,
+ "But what my een did see. 40
+
+ "As I cam in by yon greenwud,
+ And doun amang the scrogs,
+ The bonniest youth that e'er I saw,
+ Lay sleeping atween twa dogs.
+
+ "The sark that he had on his back, 45
+ Was o' the Holland sma';
+ And the coat that he had on his back,
+ Was laced wi' gowd fu' braw."
+
+ Up bespak the first forester,
+ The first forester of a'-- 50
+ "And this be Johnie o' Cocklesmuir,
+ It's time we were awa."
+
+ Up bespak the niest forester,
+ The niest forester of a'--
+ "And this be Johnie Cocklesmuir, 55
+ To him we winna draw."
+
+ The first shot that they did shoot,
+ They woundit him on the thie;
+ Up bespak the uncle's son,--
+ "The niest will gar him die." 60
+
+ "Stand stout, stand stout, my noble dogs,
+ Stand stout and dinna flee;
+ Stand fast, stand fast, my gude gray hunds,
+ And we will mak them die."
+
+ He has killed six o' the proud foresters, 65
+ And wounded the seventh sair;
+ He laid his leg out owre his steed,
+ Says, "I will kill na mair."
+
+
+
+
+THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 369.
+
+
+"This ballad appears to have been composed about the reign of James V.
+It commemorates a transaction supposed to have taken place betwixt a
+Scottish monarch and an ancestor of the ancient family of Murray of
+Philiphaugh, in Selkirkshire. The Editor is unable to ascertain the
+historical foundation of the tale; nor is it probable that any light can
+be thrown upon the subject, without an accurate examination of the
+family charter-chest....
+
+"The merit of this beautiful old tale, it is thought, will be fully
+acknowledged. It has been, for ages, a popular song in Selkirkshire. The
+scene is by the common people supposed to have been the Castle of Newark
+upon Yarrow. This is highly improbable, because Newark was always a
+royal fortress. Indeed, the late excellent antiquarian, Mr. Plummer,
+Sheriff-depute of Selkirkshire, has assured the Editor that he
+remembered the _insignia_ of the unicorns, &c., so often mentioned in
+the ballad, in existence upon the old Tower of Hangingshaw, the seat of
+the Philiphaugh family; although, upon first perusing a copy of the
+ballad, he was inclined to subscribe to the popular opinion. The Tower
+of Hangingshaw has been demolished for many years. It stood in a
+romantic and solitary situation, on the classical banks of the Yarrow.
+When the mountains around Hangingshaw were covered with the wild copse
+which constituted a Scottish forest, a more secure stronghold for an
+outlawed baron can scarcely be imagined.
+
+"The tradition of Ettrick Forest bears, that the outlaw was a man of
+prodigious strength, possessing a baton or club, with which he laid
+_lee_ (_i. e._ waste) the country for many miles round; and that he was
+at length slain by Buccleuch, or some of his clan, at a little mount,
+covered with fir-trees, adjoining to Newark Castle, and said to have
+been a part of the garden. A varying tradition bears the place of his
+death to have been near to the house of the Duke of Buccleuch's
+gamekeeper, beneath the castle; and that the fatal arrow was shot by
+Scott of Haining, from the ruins of a cottage on the opposite side of
+Yarrow. There were extant, within these twenty years, some verses of a
+song on his death. The feud betwixt the Outlaw and the Scots, may serve
+to explain the asperity with which the chieftain of that clan is handled
+in the ballad.
+
+"In publishing the following ballad, the copy principally resorted to is
+one apparently of considerable antiquity, which was found among the
+papers of the late Mrs. Cockburn of Edinburgh, a lady whose memory will
+be long honoured by all who knew her. Another copy, much more imperfect,
+is to be found in Glenriddel's MSS. The names are in this last miserably
+mangled, as is always the case when ballads are taken down from the
+recitation of persons living at a distance from the scenes in which they
+are laid. Mr. Plummer also gave the editor a few additional verses, not
+contained in either copy, which are thrown into what seemed their proper
+place. There is yet another copy in Mr. Herd's MSS., which has been
+occasionally made use of. Two verses are restored in the present
+edition, from the recitation of Mr. Mungo Park, whose toils during his
+patient and intrepid travels in Africa have not eradicated from his
+recollection the legendary lore of his native country."--S.
+
+Since the above was printed, Mr. Aytoun has published still another copy
+of this piece, (_Ballads of Scotland_, ii. 129,) from a manuscript in
+the Philiphaugh charter-chest. I cannot assent to the praise bestowed by
+Scott on _The Outlaw Murray_. The story lacks point, and the style is
+affected--not that of the unconscious poet of the real _traditional_
+ballad.
+
+ Ettricke Foreste is a feir foreste,
+ In it grows manie a semelie trie;
+ There's hart and hynd, and dae and rae,
+ And of a' wilde bestis grete plentie.
+
+ There's a feir castelle, bigged wi' lyme and stane;
+ O gin it stands not pleasauntlie! 6
+ In the fore front o' that castelle feir,
+ Twa unicorns are bra' to see:
+
+ There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,
+ And the grene hollin abune their brie: 10
+ There an Outlaw kepis five hundred men,
+ He keepis a royalle cumpanie.
+
+ His merryemen are a' in ae liverye clad,
+ O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see;
+ He and his ladye in purple clad, 15
+ O gin they lived not royallie!
+
+ Word is gane to our nobil King,
+ In Edinburgh where that he lay,
+ That there was an Outlaw in Ettricke Foreste,
+ Counted him nought, nor a' his courtrie gay. 20
+
+ "I make a vowe," then the gude King said,
+ "Unto the man that deir bought me,
+ I'se either be King of Ettricke Foreste,
+ Or King of Scotlande that Outlaw sall be!"
+
+ Then spake the lord hight Hamilton, 25
+ And to the nobil King said he,
+ "My sovereign prince, sum counsell take,
+ First at your nobilis, syne at me.
+
+ "I redd ye, send yon braw Outlaw till,
+ And see gif your man cum will he: 30
+ Desyre him cum and be your man,
+ And hald of you yon Foreste frie.
+
+ "Gif he refuses to do that,
+ We'll conquess baith his landis and he!
+ Or else, we'll throw his castell down, 35
+ And make a widowe o' his gaye ladye."
+
+ The King then call'd a gentleman,
+ James Boyd (the Earle of Arran his brother was he);[L38]
+ When James he cam before the King,
+ He knelit befor him on his kn['e]. 40
+
+ "Wellcum, James Boyd!" said our nobil King,
+ "A message ye maun gang for me;
+ Ye maun hye to Ettricke Foreste,
+ To yon Outlaw, where bydeth he.
+
+ "Ask him of whom he haldis his landis, 45
+ Or man, wha may his master be,
+ And desyre him cum, and be my man,
+ And hald of me yon Foreste frie.
+
+ "To Edinburgh to cum and gang,
+ His safe warrant I sall gie; 50
+ And gif he refuses to do that,
+ We'll conquess baith his landis and he.
+
+ "Thou mayst vow I'll cast his castell down,
+ And mak a widowe o' his gaye ladye;
+ I'll hang his merryemen, payr by payr, 55
+ In ony frith where I may them see."
+
+ James Boyd tuik his leave o' the nobil King,
+ To Ettricke Foreste feir cam he;
+ Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam,
+ He saw the feir Foreste wi' his ee.[L60] 60
+
+ Baith dae and rae, and harte and hinde,
+ And of a' wilde bestis great plentie;
+ He heard the bows that bauldly ring,[L63]
+ And arrows whidderan' hym near bi.
+
+ Of that feir castell he got a sight; 65
+ The like he neir saw wi' his ee!
+ On the fore front o' that castell feir,
+ Twa unicorns were gaye to see;
+ The picture of a knight, and ladye bright,
+ And the grene hollin abune their brie. 70
+
+ Thereat he spyed five hundred men,
+ Shuting with bows on Newark Lee;
+ They were a' in ae livery clad,
+ O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see.
+
+ His men were a' clad in the grene, 75
+ The knight was armed capapie,
+ With a bended bow, on a milk-white steed,
+ And I wot they rank'd right bonnilie:
+ Thereby Boyd kend he was master man,
+ And served him in his ain degr['e]. 80
+
+ "God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray!
+ Thy ladye, and all thy chyvalrie!"
+ "Marry, thou's wellcum, gentleman,
+ Some king's messenger thou seemis to be."
+
+ "The King of Scotlonde sent me here, 85
+ And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee;
+ I wad wot of whom ye hald your landis,
+ Or man, wha may thy master be?"
+
+ "Thir landis are MINE!" the Outlaw said;
+ "I ken nae king in Christentie; 90
+ Frae Soudron I this foreste wan,
+ When the King nor his knightis were not to see."
+
+ "He desyres you'l cum to Edinburgh,
+ And hauld of him this foreste fre;
+ And, gif ye refuse to do this, 95
+ He'll conquess baith thy landis and thee.
+ He hath vow'd to cast thy castell down,
+ And mak a widowe o' thy gaye ladye;
+
+ "He'll hang thy merryemen, payr by payr,
+ In ony frith where he may them finde." 100
+ "Ay, by my troth!" the Outlaw said,
+ "Than wauld I thinke me far behinde.
+
+ "Ere the King my feir countrie get,
+ This land that's nativest to me,
+ Mony o' his nobilis sall be cauld, 105
+ Their ladyes sall be right wearie."
+
+ Then spak his ladye, feir of face,
+ She seyd, "Without consent of me,
+ That an Outlaw suld come befor a King;
+ I am right rad of treasonrie. 110
+ Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,
+ For Edinburgh my lord sall nevir see."
+
+ James Boyd tuik his leave o' the Outlaw kene,
+ To Edinburgh boun is he;
+ When James he cam before the King, 115
+ He knelit lowlie on his kn['e].
+
+ "Welcum, James Boyd!" seyd our nobil King;
+ "What foreste is Ettricke Foreste frie?"
+ "Ettricke Foreste is the feirest foreste
+ That evir man saw wi' his ee. 120
+
+ "There's the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde,
+ And of a' wild bestis grete plentie;
+ There's a pretty castell of lyme and stane,
+ O gif it standis not pleasauntlie!
+
+ "There's in the fore front o' that castell, 125
+ Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see;
+ There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,
+ Wi' the grene hollin abune their brie.
+
+ "There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men,
+ He keepis a royalle cumpanie; 130
+ His merryemen in ae livery clad,
+ O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see:
+ He and his ladye in purple clad;
+ O gin they live not royallie!
+
+ "He says, yon foreste is his awin; 135
+ He wan it frae the Southronie;
+ Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it,
+ Contrair all kingis in Christentie."
+
+ "Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith,
+ Fife, up and downe, and Louthians three, 140
+ And graith my horse!" said our nobil King,
+ "For to Ettricke Forest hie will I me."
+
+ Then word is gane the Outlaw till,
+ In Ettricke Forest, where dwelleth he,
+ That the King was cuming to his cuntrie, 145
+ To conquess baith his landis and he.
+
+ "I mak a vow," the Outlaw said,
+ "I mak a vow, and that trulie,
+ Were there but three men to tak my pairt,
+ Yon King's cuming full deir suld be!" 150
+
+ Then messengers he called forth,
+ And bade them hie them speedilye--
+ "Ane of ye gae to Halliday,
+ The Laird of the Corehead is he.[L154]
+
+ "He certain is my sister's son; 155
+ Bid him cum quick and succour me!
+ The King cums on for Ettricke Foreste,
+ And landless men we a' will be."
+
+ "What news? What news?" said Halliday,
+ "Man, frae thy master unto me?" 160
+ "Not as ye wad: seeking your aide;
+ The King's his mortal enemie."
+
+ "Ay, by my troth!" said Halliday,
+ "Even for that it repenteth me;
+ For gif he lose feir Ettricke Foreste, 165
+ He'll tak feir Moffatdale frae me.
+
+ "I'll meet him wi' five hundred men,
+ And surely mair, if mae may be;
+ And before he gets the foreste feir,
+ We a' will die on Newark Lee!" 170
+
+ The Outlaw call'd a messenger,
+ And bid him hie him speedilye,
+ To Andrew Murray of Cockpool,[L173]
+ "That man's a deir cousin to me;
+ Desyre him cum, and make me aide, 175
+ With a' the power that he may be."
+
+ "It stands me hard," Andrew Murray said,
+ "Judge gif it stand na hard wi' me;
+ To enter against a king wi' crown,
+ And set my landis in jeopardie! 180
+ Yet, if I cum not on the day,
+ Surely at night he sall me see."
+
+ To Sir James Murray of Traquair,[L183]
+ A message came right speedilye--
+ "What news? What news?" James Murray said, 185
+ "Man, frae thy master unto me?"
+
+ "What neids I tell? for weel ye ken
+ The King's his mortal enemie;
+ And now he is cuming to Ettricke Foreste,
+ And landless men ye a' will be." 190
+
+ "And, by my trothe," James Murray said,
+ "Wi' that Outlaw will I live and die;
+ The King has gifted my landis lang syne--
+ It cannot be nae warse wi' me."
+
+ The King was cuming thro' Caddon Ford,[L195] 195
+ And full five thousand men was he;
+ They saw the derke Foreste them before,
+ They thought it awsome for to see.
+
+ Then spak the lord hight Hamilton,
+ And to the nobil King said he, 200
+ "My sovereign liege, sum council tak,
+ First at your nobilis, syne at me.
+
+ "Desyre him mete thee at Permanscore,
+ And bring four in his cumpanie;
+ Five Erles sall gang yoursell befor, 205
+ Gude cause that you suld honour'd be.
+
+ "And, gif he refuses to do that,
+ We'll conquess baith his landis and he;
+ There sall nevir a Murray, after him,
+ Hald land in Ettricke Foreste free." 210
+
+ Then spak the kene Laird of Buckscleuth,
+ A stalworthe man, and sterne was he--
+ "For a King to gang an Outlaw till,
+ Is beneath his state and his dignitie.
+
+ "The man that wons yon foreste intill, 215
+ He lives by reif and felonie!
+ Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege,
+ Wi' fire and sword we'll follow thee;
+ Or, gif your countrie lords fa' back,
+ Our Borderers sall the onset gie." 220
+
+ Then out and spak the nobil King,
+ And round him cast a wilie ee--
+ "Now, had thy tongue, Sir Walter Scott,
+ Nor speak of reif nor felonie:
+ For had every honest man his awin kye, 225
+ A right puir clan thy name wad be!"
+
+ The King then call'd a gentleman,
+ Royal banner-bearer there was he,
+ James Hoppringle of Torsonse, by name;
+ He cam and knelit upon his kn['e]. 230
+
+ "Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse!
+ A message ye maun gang for me:
+ Ye maun gae to yon Outlaw Murray,
+ Surely where bauldly bideth he.
+
+ "Bid him mete me at Permanscore, 235
+ And bring four in his cumpanie;
+ Five erles sall cum wi' mysell,
+ Gude reason I suld honour'd be.
+
+ "And gif he refuses to do that,
+ Bid him luke for nae good o' me! 240
+ There sall nevir a Murray, after him,
+ Have land in Ettricke Foreste free."
+
+ James cam before the Outlaw kene,
+ And served him in his ain degr['e]--
+ "Welcum, James Pringle of Torsonse! 245
+ What message frae the King to me?"
+
+ "He bids ye meet him at Permanscore,[L247]
+ And bring four in your cumpany;
+ Five erles sall gang himsell befor,
+ Nae mair in number will he be. 250
+
+ "And gif you refuse to do that,
+ (I freely here upgive wi' thee,)
+ He'll cast yon bonny castle down,
+ And make a widowe o' that gay ladye.
+
+ "He'll loose yon bluidhound Borderers, 255
+ Wi' fire and sword to follow thee;
+ There will nevir a Murray, after thysell,
+ Have land in Ettrick Foreste free."
+
+ "It stands me hard," the Outlaw said,
+ "Judge gif it stands na hard wi' me, 260
+ Wha reck not losing of mysell,
+ But a' my offspring after me.
+
+ "My merryemen's lives, my widowe's teirs--
+ There lies the pang that pinches me;
+ "When I am straught in bluidie eard, 265
+ Yon castell will be right dreirie.
+
+ "Auld Halliday, young Halliday,
+ Ye sall be twa to gang wi' me;
+ Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray,
+ We'll be nae mae in cumpanie." 270
+
+ When that they cam before the King,
+ They fell before him on their kn['e]--
+ "Grant mercie, mercie, nobil King!
+ E'en for his sake that dyed on tree."
+
+ "Sicken like mercie sall ye have, 275
+ On gallows ye sall hangit be!"
+ "Over God's forbode," quoth the Outlaw then,
+ "I hope your grace will bettir be;
+ Else, ere you come to Edinburgh port,
+ I trow thin guarded sall ye be. 280
+
+ "Thir landis of Ettricke Foreste fair,
+ I wan them from the enemie;
+ Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them,
+ Contrair a' kingis in Christentie."
+
+ All the nobilis the King about, 285
+ Said pitie it were to see him dee--
+ "Yet grant me mercie, sovereign prince,
+ Extend your favour unto me!
+
+ "I'll give thee the keys of my castell,
+ Wi' the blessing o' my gay ladye, 290
+ Gin thou'lt make me sheriffe of this Foreste,
+ And a' my offspring after me."
+
+ "Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell,
+ Wi' the blessing of thy gaye ladye?
+ I'se make thee sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste. 295
+ Surely while upward grows the tree;
+ If you be not traitour to the King,
+ Forfaulted sall thou nevir be."
+
+ "But, Prince, what sall cum o' my men?
+ When I gae back, traitour they'll ca' me. 300
+ I had rather lose my life and land,
+ Ere my merryemen rebuked me."
+
+ "Will your merryemen amend their lives,
+ And a' their pardons I grant thee?
+ Now, name thy landis where'er they lie, 305
+ And here I RENDER them to thee."--
+
+ "Fair Philiphaugh is mine by right,
+ And Lewinshope still mine shall be;
+ Newark, Foulshiells, and Tinnies baith,
+ My bow and arrow purchased me. 310
+
+ "And I have native steads to me,
+ The Newark Lee and Hanginshaw;[L312]
+ I have mony steads in the forest schaw,
+ But them by name I dinna knaw."
+
+ The keys of the castell he gave the King, 315
+ Wi' the blessing o' his feir ladye;
+ He was made sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste,
+ Surely while upward grows the tree;
+ And if he was na traitour to the King,
+ Forfaulted he suld never be. 320
+
+ Wha ever heard, in ony times,
+ Sicken an outlaw in his degr['e],
+ Sic favour get befor a King,
+ As did the OUTLAW MURRAY of the Foreste free?
+
+38. Thomas Boyd, Earl of Arran, was forfeited, with his father and
+uncle, in 1469, for an attempt on the person of James III. He had a son,
+James, who was restored, and in favor with James IV. about 1482. If this
+be the person here meant, we should read, "The Earl of Arran his _son_
+was he." Glenriddel's copy reads, "a Highland laird I'm sure was he."
+Reciters sometimes call the messenger the Laird of Skene.--S.
+
+60. Birkendale Brae, now commonly called _Birkendailly_, is steep
+descent on the south side of Minch-moor, which separates Tweeddale from
+Ettrick Forest; and from the top of which we have the first view of the
+woods of Hangingshaw, the Castle of Newark, and the romantic dale of
+Yarrow.--S.
+
+63, Scott, _blows_: Aytoun, _bows_.
+
+154. This is a place at the head of Moffat-water, possessed of old by
+the family of Halliday.--S.
+
+173. This family were ancestors of the Murrays, Earls of Annandale; but
+the name of the representative, in the time of James IV., was William,
+not Andrew. Glenriddel's MS. reads, "the country-keeper."--S.
+
+183. Before the Barony of Traquair became the property of the Stewarts,
+it belonged to a family of Murrays, afterwards Murrays of Black-barony,
+and ancestors of Lord Elibank. The old castle was situated on the Tweed.
+The lands of Traquair were forfeited by Willielmus de Moravia, previous
+to 1464; for, in that year, a charter, proceeding upon his forfeiture,
+was granted by the crown to "Willielmo Douglas de Cluny." Sir James was,
+perhaps, the heir of William Murray. It would farther seem, that the
+grant in 1464 was not made effectual by Douglas; for another charter
+from the crown, dated the 3d February, 1478, conveys the estate of
+Traquair to James Stewart, Earl of Buchan, son of the Black Knight of
+Lorne, and maternal uncle to James III., from whom is descended the
+present Earl of Traquair. The first royal grant not being followed by
+possession, it is very possible that the Murrays may have continued to
+occupy Traquair long after the date of that charter. Hence, Sir James
+might have reason to say, as in the ballad, "The King has gifted my
+lands lang syne."--S.
+
+195, A ford on the Tweed, at the mouth of the Caddon Burn, near
+Yair.--S.
+
+247. Permanscore is a very remarkable hollow on the top of a high ridge
+of hills, dividing the vales of Tweed and Yarrow, a little to the
+eastward of Minch-moor. It is the outermost point of the lands of
+Broadmeadows. The Glenriddel MS., which, in this instance, is extremely
+inaccurate as to names, calls the place of rendezvous, "_The Poor Man's
+House_," and hints that the Outlaw was surprised by the treachery of the
+King:--
+
+ "Then he was aware of the King's coming,
+ With hundreds three in company,
+ 'I wot the muckle deel * * * * *
+ He learned Kingis to lie!
+ For to fetch me here frae amang my men,
+ Here, like a dog for to die.'"
+
+I believe the reader will think with me, that the catastrophe is better,
+as now printed from Mrs. Cockburn's copy. The deceit, supposed to be
+practised on the Outlaw, is unworthy of the military monarch, as he is
+painted in the ballad; especially if we admit him to be King James
+IV.--S.
+
+312. In this and the following verse, the ceremony of feudal investiture
+is supposed to be gone through, by the Outlaw resigning his possessions
+into the hands of the king, and receiving them back, to be held of him
+as superior. The lands of Philiphaugh are still possessed by the
+Outlaw's representative. Hangingshaw and Lewinshope were sold of late
+years. Newark, Foulshiels, and Tinnies, have long belonged to the family
+of Buccleuch.--S.
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.
+
+
+"Johnie Armstrong, of Gilnockie, the hero of the following ballad, is a
+noted personage, both in history and tradition. He was, it would seem
+from the ballad, a brother of the Laird of Mangertoun, chief of the
+name. His place of residence (now a roofless tower) was at the Hollows,
+a few miles from Langholm, where its ruins still serve to adorn a scene,
+which, in natural beauty, has few equals in Scotland. At the head of a
+desperate band of freebooters, this Armstrong is said to have spread the
+terror of his name almost as far as Newcastle, and to have levied
+black-mail, or protection and forbearance money, for many miles round.
+James V., of whom it was long remembered by his grateful people that he
+made the "rush-bush keep the cow," about 1529, undertook an expedition
+through the Border counties, to suppress the turbulent spirit of the
+Marchmen. But before setting out upon his journey, he took the
+precaution of imprisoning the different Border chieftains, who were the
+chief protectors of the marauders. The Earl of Bothwell was forfeited,
+and confined in Edinburgh Castle. The Lords of Home and Maxwell, the
+Lairds of Buccleuch, Fairniherst, and Johnston, with many others, were
+also committed to ward. Cockburn of Henderland, and Adam Scott of
+Tushielaw, called the King of the Border, were publicly
+executed.--LESLEY, p. 430. The King then marched rapidly forward, at the
+head of a flying army of ten thousand men, through Ettrick Forest and
+Ewsdale. The evil genius of our Johnie Armstrong, or, as others say, the
+private advice of some courtiers, prompted him to present himself before
+James, at the head of thirty-six horse, arrayed in all the pomp of
+Border chivalry. Pitscottie uses nearly the words of the ballad, in
+describing the splendor of his equipment, and his high expectations of
+favor from the King. "But James, looking upon him sternly, said to his
+attendants, 'What wants that knave that a king should have?' and ordered
+him and his followers to instant execution."--"But John Armstrong,"
+continues this minute historian, "made great offers to the King: That he
+should sustain himself, with forty gentlemen, ever ready at his service,
+on their own cost, without wronging any Scottishman: Secondly, that
+there was not a subject in England, duke, earl, or baron, but, within a
+certain day, he should bring him to his majesty, either quick or dead.
+At length, he seeing no hope of favor, said very proudly, 'It is folly
+to seek grace at a graceless face; but,' said he, 'had I known this, I
+should have lived upon the Borders in despite of King Harry and you
+both; for I know King Harry would _downweigh my best horse with gold_,
+to know that I were condemned to die this day."--PITSCOTTIE'S _History_,
+p. 145. Johnie and all his retinue were accordingly hanged upon growing
+trees, at a place called Carlenrig Chapel, about ten miles above Hawick,
+on the high road to Langholm. The country people believe, that, to
+manifest the injustice of the execution, the trees withered away.
+Armstrong and his followers were buried in a deserted churchyard, where
+their graves are still shown.
+
+"As this Border hero was a person of great note in his way, he is
+frequently alluded to by the writers of the time. Sir David Lindsay of
+the Mount, in the curious play published by Mr. Pinkerton, from the
+Bannatyne MS., introduces a pardoner, or knavish dealer in relics, who
+produces, among his holy rarities--
+
+ ----"The cordis, baith grit and lang,
+ Quhilk hangit Johnnie Armstrang,
+ Of gud hempt, soft and sound.
+ Gud haly pepill, I stand ford,
+ Quhavir beis hangit in this cord,
+ Neidis nevir to be dround!"
+
+ PINKERTON'S _Scottish Poems_, vol. ii. p. 69.
+
+"In _The Complaynt of Scotland_, John Armistrangis' dance, mentioned as
+a popular tune, has probably some reference to our hero." [See the
+_Musical Museum_, ed. 1853, vol. iv. p. 336.]--SCOTT'S _Minstrelsy_, i.
+402.
+
+The ballad as here given is to be found in _A Collection of Old
+Ballads_, 1723, vol. i. p. 170. The whole title is: _Johnny Armstrang's
+Last Good-night, shewing how John Armstrong, with his eightscore men,
+fought a bloody battle with the Scotch King at Edenborough_. It had
+previously appeared in _Wit Restor'd_, 1658, p. 123, in very good shape,
+except the want of some stanzas towards the end. It is in this form,
+says Motherwell, that the story is preserved in the mouths of the
+people. Nevertheless, Allan Ramsay has inserted in his _Evergreen_ quite
+a different version, taken down from the mouth of a gentleman of the
+name of Armstrong, "the sixth generation from this John," which the
+reciter maintained to be the genuine ballad, "and the common one false."
+
+Ramsay's copy is subjoined, and the imperfect edition from _Wit
+Restor'd_ finds a place in the Appendix.
+
+The following verses, generally styled _Armstrong's Good-night_, are
+said to have been composed by one of that tribe who was executed in 1601
+for the murder of Sir John Carmichael, Warden of the Middle Marches.
+They are from Johnson's _Museum_, p. 620, and are also found in Herd's
+_Scottish Songs_, ii. 182. In Buchan's _Ballads of the North of
+Scotland_, ii. 127, there is a twaddling piece called _The Last Guid
+Night_, which is a sort of imitation of these stanzas.
+
+ The night is my departing night,
+ The morn's the day I maun awa,
+ There's no a friend or fae of mine,
+ But wishes that I were awa.
+
+ What I hae done for lack o' wit
+ I never never can reca';
+ I trust ye're a' my friends as yet,
+ Gude night, and joy be wi' you a'.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Is there ever a man in all Scotland,
+ From the highest estate to the lowest degree,
+ That can shew himself now before our King?
+ Scotland is so full of treachery.
+
+ Yes, there is a man in Westmorland, 5
+ And Johnny Armstrong they do him call;
+ He has no lands nor rents coming in,
+ Yet he keeps eightscore men within his hall.
+
+ He has horses and harness for them all,
+ And goodly steeds that be milk-white, 10
+ With their goodly belts about their necks,
+ With hats and feathers all alike.
+
+ The King he writes a loving letter,
+ And with his own hand so tenderly,
+ And hath sent it unto Johnny Armstrong, 15
+ To come and speak with him speedily.
+
+ When John he look'd this letter upon,
+ He lok'd as blith as a bird in a tree;
+ "I was never before a King in my life,
+ My father, my grandfather, nor none of us three. 20
+
+ "But seeing we must go before the King,
+ Lord, we will go most gallantly;
+ Ye shall every one have a velvet coat,
+ Laid down with golden laces three.
+
+ "And every one shall have a scarlet cloak, 25
+ Laid down with silver laces five,
+ With your golden belts about your necks,
+ With hats and feathers all alike."
+
+ But when Johnny went from Giltnock-Hall,
+ The wind it blew hard, and full fast it did rain;
+ "Now fare thee well, thou Giltnock-Hall, 30
+ I fear I shall never see thee again."
+
+ Now Johnny he is to Edenborough gone,
+ With his eightscore men so gallantly,
+ And every one of them on a milk-white steed, 35
+ With their bucklers and swords hanging to their knee.
+
+ But when John came the King before,
+ With his eightscore men so gallant to see,
+ The King he mov'd his bonnet to him,
+ He thought he had been a king as well as he. 40
+
+ "O pardon, pardon, my sovereign liege,
+ Pardon for my eightscore men and me;
+ For my name, it is Johnny Armstrong,
+ And subject of yours, my liege," said he.
+
+ "Away with thee, thou false traytor, 45
+ No pardon will I grant to thee,
+ But to-morrow morning by eight of the clock,
+ I will hang up thy eightscore men and thee."
+
+ Then Johnny look'd over his left shoulder,
+ And to his merry men thus said he, 50
+ "I have asked grace of a graceless face,
+ No pardon there is for you and me."
+
+ Then John pull'd out his good broad sword,
+ That was made of the mettle so free;
+ Had not the King moved his foot as he did, 55
+ John had taken his head from his fair body.
+
+ "Come, follow me, my merry men all,
+ We will scorn one foot for to fly;
+ It shall never be said we were hang'd like dogs;
+ We will fight it out most manfully." 60
+
+ Then they fought on like champions bold,
+ For their hearts were sturdy, stout, and free;
+ 'Till they had kill'd all the King's good guard,--
+ There were none left alive but one, two, or three.
+
+ But then rose up all Edenborough, 65
+ They rose up by thousands three;
+ A cowardly Scot came John behind,
+ And run him through the fair body.
+
+ Said John, "Fight on, my merry men all,
+ I am a little wounded, but am not slain; 70
+ I will lay me down to bleed a while,
+ Then I'll rise and fight with you again."
+
+ Then they fought on like mad men all,
+ Till many a man lay dead on the plain,
+ For they were resolved before they would yield, 75
+ That every man would there be slain.
+
+ So there they fought couragiously,
+ 'Till most of them lay dead there and slain,
+ But little Musgrave, that was his foot-page,
+ With his bonny Grissel got away unta'n. 80
+
+ But when he came to Giltnock-Hall,
+ The Lady spy'd him presently;
+ "What news, what news, thou little foot-page,
+ What news from thy master, and his company?"
+
+ "My news is bad, Lady," he said, 85
+ "Which I do bring, as you may see,
+ My master Johnny Armstrong is slain,
+ And all his gallant company.
+
+ "Yet thou are welcome home, my bonny Grissel,
+ Full oft thou hast been fed with corn and hay, 90
+ But now thou shalt be fed with bread and wine,
+ And thy sides shall be spurr'd no more, I say."
+
+ O then bespake his little son,
+ As he sat on his nurse's knee,
+ "If ever I live to be a man, 95
+ My father's death reveng'd shall be."
+
+
+
+
+JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.
+
+From Ramsay's _Evergreen_, ii. 190.
+
+
+ Sum speiks of lords, sum speiks of lairds,
+ And sicklike men of hie degrie;
+ Of a gentleman I sing a sang,
+ Sumtyme calld Laird of Gilnockie.
+
+ The King he wrytes a luving letter, 5
+ With his ain hand sae tenderly,
+ And he hath sent it to Johny Armstrang,
+ To cum and speik with him speidily.
+
+ The Elliots and Armstrangs did convene,
+ They were a gallant company-- 10
+ "We'il ryde and meit our lawfull King,
+ And bring him safe to Gilnockie.
+
+ "Make kinnen and capon ready, then,
+ And venison in great plenty;
+ "We'il welcome hame our royal King; 15
+ I hope he'il dyne at Gilnockie!"
+
+ They ran their horse on the Langholme howm,[L17]
+ And brake their speirs with mekle main;
+ The ladys lukit frae their loft windows--
+ "God bring our men weil back again!" 20
+
+ When Johny came before the King,
+ With all his men so brave to see,
+ The King he movit his bonnet to him;
+ He wein'd he was a King as well as he.
+
+ "May I find grace, my sovereign liege, 25
+ Grace for my loyal men and me?
+ For my name it is Johny Armstrang,
+ And subject of yours, my liege," said he.
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out of my sicht sune mayst thou be![L30] 30
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!
+ And a bonny gift I will give to thee--
+ Full four-and-twenty milk-whyt steids, 35
+ Were a' foald in a yeir to me.
+
+ "I'll gie thee all these milk-whyt steids,
+ That prance and nicher at a speir;
+ With as mekle gude Inglis gilt,
+ As four of their braid backs dow beir." 40
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee!"
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King! 45
+ And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee--
+ Gude four-and-twenty ganging mills,
+ That gang throw a' the yeir to me.
+
+ "These four-and-twenty mills complete
+ Sall gang for thee throw all the yeir; 50
+ And as mekle of gude reid wheit,
+ As all thair happers dow to bear."
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe, 55
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King!
+ And a great gift I'll gie to thee--
+ Bauld four-and-twenty sisters' sons,
+ Sall for thee fecht, tho all sould flee!" 60
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be!
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Grant me my lyfe, my liege, my King! 65
+ And a brave gift I'll gie to thee--
+ All betwene heir and Newcastle town
+ Sall pay their yeirly rent to thee."
+
+ "Away, away, thou traytor strang!
+ Out o' my sicht sune mayst thou be! 70
+ I grantit nevir a traytors lyfe,
+ And now I'll not begin with thee."
+
+ "Ye lied, ye lied, now, King," he says,
+ "Althocht a king and prince ye be!
+ For I luid naithing in all my lyfe, 75
+ I dare well say it, but honesty--
+
+ "But a fat horse, and a fair woman,
+ Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir;
+ But Ingland suld haif found me meil and malt,
+ Gif I had livd this hundred yeir! 80
+
+ "Scho suld haif found me meil and malt,
+ And beif and mutton in all plentie;
+ But neir a Scots wyfe could haif said,
+ That eir I skaithd her a pure flie.
+
+ "To seik het water beneth cauld yce, 85
+ Surely it is a great folie;
+ I haif asked grace at a graceles face,
+ But there is nane for my men and me!
+
+ "But had I kend, or I came frae hame,
+ How thou unkind wadst bene to me, 90
+ I wad haif kept the Border syde,
+ In spyte of all thy force and thee.
+
+ "Wist Englands King that I was tane,
+ O gin a blyth man wald he be!
+ For anes I slew his sisters son, 95
+ And on his breist-bane brak a tree."
+
+ John wore a girdle about his midle,
+ Imbroidred owre with burning gold,
+ Bespangled wi' the same mettle
+ Maist beautifull was to behold. 100
+
+ Ther hang nine targats at Johnys hat,
+ And ilka an worth three hundred pound--
+ "What wants that knave that a King suld haif,
+ But the sword of honour and the crown?
+
+ "O whair gat thou these targats, Johnie, 105
+ That blink sae brawly abune thy brie?"
+ "I gat them in the field fechting,
+ Wher, cruel King, thou durst not be.
+
+ "Had I my horse, and harness gude,
+ And ryding as I wont to be, 110
+ It sould haif bene tald this hundred yeir,
+ The meiting of my King and me!
+
+ "God be withee, Kirsty, my brither,
+ Lang live thou Laird of Mangertoun!
+ Lang mayst thou live on the Border syde, 115
+ Or thou se thy brither ryde up and doun.
+
+ "And God be withee, Kirsty, my son,
+ Whair thou sits on thy nursees knee!
+ But and thou live this hundred yeir,
+ Thy fathers better thou'lt never be. 120
+
+ Farweil, my bonny Gilnock-Hall,
+ Whair on Esk syde thou standest stout!
+ Gif I had leived but seven yeirs mair,
+ I wald haif gilt thee round about."
+
+ John murdred was at Carlinrigg, 125
+ And all his galant companie;
+ But Scotlands heart was never sae wae,
+ To see sae mony brave men die.
+
+ Because they savd their country deir
+ Frae Englishmen: nane were sae bauld, 130
+ Whyle Johnie livd on the Border syde,
+ Nane of them durst cum neir his hald.
+
+
+17. Langum hown.
+
+30. thou mayst sune.
+
+
+
+
+HUGHIE GRAHAM.
+
+
+Of the two editions of this ballad which follow, the first is taken from
+_The Scots Musical Museum_ (p. 312), to which it was contributed by
+Burns. Burns states that he obtained his copy from oral tradition in
+Ayrshire, but he had certainly retouched several stanzas (the ninth and
+tenth, says Cromek), and the third and eighth are entirely of his
+composition.
+
+The other copy is from the _Border Minstrelsy_, and consists of a
+version "long current in Selkirkshire" (procured for Scott by Mr.
+William Laidlaw), which also has been slightly improved by the pen of
+the editor.
+
+In the Appendix we have placed the story as it occurs in Durfey's _Pills
+to purge Melancholy_, and in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_. The seventeenth
+volume of the Percy Society Publications furnishes us with a Scottish
+version in which Sir Hugh is rescued and sent over the sea: _Scottish
+Traditional Versions of Ancient Ballads_, p. 73. These, we believe, are
+all the published forms of this ballad, unless we mention Mr. Allan
+Cunningham's _r['e]chauff['e]_ of Burns, in his _Songs of Scotland_, i.
+327.
+
+"According to _tradition_," says Mr. Stenhouse, "Robert Aldridge, Bishop
+of Carlisle, about the year 1560, seduced the wife of Hugh Graham, one
+of those bold and predatory chiefs who so long inhabited what was called
+the Debatable Land, on the English and Scottish border. Graham, being
+unable to bring so powerful a prelate to justice, in revenge made an
+excursion into Cumberland, and carried off _inter alia_, a fine mare
+belonging to the bishop (!) but being closely pursued by Sir John
+Scroope, warden of Carlisle, with a party on horseback, was apprehended
+near Solway Moss, and carried to Carlisle, where he was tried and
+convicted of felony. Great intercessions were made to save his life; but
+the bishop, it is said, being determined to remove the chief obstacle to
+his guilty passions, remained inexorable, and poor Graham fell a victim
+to his own indiscretion and his wife's infidelity. Anthony Wood observes
+that there were many changes in this prelate's time, both in church and
+state, but that he retained his offices and preferments during them
+all."--_Musical Museum_, iv. 297.
+
+
+ Our lords are to the mountains gane,
+ A hunting o' the fallow deer,
+ And they hae gripet Hughie Graham,
+ For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.
+
+ And they hae tied him hand and foot, 5
+ And led him up thro' Stirling town;
+ The lads and lasses met him there,
+ Cried, "Hughie Graham, thou art a loun."
+
+ "O lowse my right hand free," he says,
+ "And put my braid sword in the same, 10
+ He's no in Stirling town this day,
+ Daur tell the tale to Hughie Graham."
+
+ Up then bespake the brave Whitefoord,
+ As he sat by the bishop's knee,
+ "Five hundred white stots I'll gie you, 15
+ If ye'll let Hughie Graham gae free."
+
+ "O haud your tongue," the bishop says,
+ "And wi' your pleading let me be;
+ For tho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
+ Hughie Graham this day shall die." 20
+
+ Up then bespake the fair Whitefoord,
+ As she sat by the bishop's knee;
+ "Five hundred white pence I'll gie you,
+ If ye'll gie Hughie Graham to me."
+
+ "O haud your tongue now, lady fair, 25
+ And wi' your pleading let it be;
+ Altho' ten Grahams were in his coat,
+ It's for my honour he maun die."
+
+ They've taen him to the gallows knowe,
+ He looked to the gallows tree, 30
+ Yet never colour left his cheek,
+ Nor ever did he blin' his e'e.
+
+ At length he looked round about,
+ To see whatever he could spy,
+ And there he saw his auld father, 35
+ And he was weeping bitterly.
+
+ "O haud your tongue, my father dear.
+ And wi' your weeping let it be;
+ Thy weeping's sairer on my heart, 40
+ Than a' that they can do to me.
+
+ "And ye may gie my brother John
+ My sword that's bent in the middle clear,
+ And let him come at twelve o'clock,
+ And see me pay the bishop's mare.
+
+ "And ye may gie my brother James 45
+ My sword that's bent in the middle brown,
+ And bid him come at four o'clock,
+ And see his brother Hugh cut down.
+
+ "Remember me to Maggy, my wife,
+ The niest time ye gang o'er the moor; 50
+ Tell her, she staw the bishop's mare,
+ Tell her, she was the bishop's whore.
+
+ "And ye may tell my kith and kin
+ I never did disgrace their blood,
+ And when they meet the bishop's cloak, 55
+ To mak it shorter by the hood."
+
+
+
+
+HUGHIE THE GR[AE]ME.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 110.
+
+
+ Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane,
+ He has ridden o'er moss and muir;
+ And he has grippet Hughie the Gr[ae]me,
+ For stealing o' the Bishop's mare.
+
+ "Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be! 5
+ Here hangs a broadsword by my side;
+ And if that thou canst conquer me,
+ The matter it may soon be tryed."
+
+ "I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief;
+ Although thy name be Hughie the Gr[ae]me, 10
+ "I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds,
+ If God but grant me life and time."
+
+ "Then do your worst now, good Lord Scroope,
+ And deal your blows as hard as you can;
+ It shall be tried within an hour, 15
+ Which of us two is the better man."
+
+ But as they were dealing their blows so free,
+ And both so bloody at the time,
+ Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall,
+ All for to take brave Hughie the Gr[ae]me. 20
+
+ Then they hae grippit Hughie the Gr[ae]me,
+ And brought him up through Carlisle town;
+ The lasses and lads stood on the walls,
+ Crying, "Hughie the Gr[ae]me, thou'se ne'er gae down!"
+
+ Then they hae chosen a jury of men, 25
+ The best that were in Carlisle town;
+ And twelve of them cried out at once,
+ "Hughie the Gr[ae]me, thou must gae down!"
+
+ Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,
+ As he sat by the judge's knee, 30
+ "Twenty white owsen, my gude lord,
+ If you'll grant Hughie the Gr[ae]me to me."
+
+ "O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume,
+ Forsooth and sae it mauna be;
+ For were there but three Gr[ae]mes of the name, 35
+ They suld be hanged a' for me."
+
+ 'Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,
+ As she sat by the judge's knee,
+ "A peck of white pennies, my good lord judge,
+ If you'll grant Hughie the Gr[ae]me to me." 40
+
+ "O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume,
+ Forsooth and so it must na be;
+ Were he but the one Gr[ae]me of the name,
+ He suld be hanged high for me."
+
+ "If I be guilty," said Hughie the Gr[ae]me, 45
+ "Of me my friends shall have small talk;"
+ And he has louped fifteen feet and three,
+ Though his hands they were tied behind his back.
+
+ He looked over his left shoulder,
+ And for to see what he might see; 50
+ There was he aware of his auld father,
+ Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.
+
+ "O hald your tongue, my father," he says,
+ "And see that ye dinna weep for me!
+ For they may ravish me o' my life, 55
+ But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie.
+
+ "Fair ye weel, fair Maggie, my wife!
+ The last time we came ower the muir,
+ 'Twas thou bereft me of my life,
+ And wi' the Bishop thou play'd the whore. 60
+
+ "Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword,
+ That is made o' the metal sae fine;
+ And when thou comest to the English side,
+ Remember the death of Hughie the Gr[ae]me."
+
+
+
+
+KINMONT WILLIE.
+
+
+In the year 1596, Mr. Salkeld, the deputy of Lord Scroope, the English
+warden of the West Marches, and Robert Scott, the representative of the
+Laird of Buccleuch, then keeper of Liddesdale, held a meeting on the
+border line of the kingdoms, according to the custom of the times, for
+the purpose of arranging such differences, and redressing such
+grievances, as either party might have to allege. On these occasions a
+truce was always proclaimed, inviolable on pain of death, from the day
+of the meeting to the next day at sunrise. After the conference in
+question, as William Armstrong of Kinmonth, a notorious freebooter,
+whose ordinary style was Kinmont Willie, was returning to his home,
+accompanied by only three or four persons, he was pursued by a couple of
+hundred Englishmen, taken prisoner, and in contravention of the truce,
+lodged in the castle of Carlisle. The Laird of Buccleuch sought to
+obtain the enfranchisement of his client and retainer, through the
+mediation, first of the English warden, and then of the Scottish
+ambassador. Receiving no satisfaction, he took the matter into his own
+hands, raised a party of two hundred horse, surprised the castle of
+Carlisle, and carried off the prisoner by main force. This dashing
+achievement was performed on the 13th of April, 1596.
+
+According to a rhymester who celebrated the daring feat of Buccleuch
+about a hundred years later, Kinmont Willie was a descendant of Johnie
+Armstrong of Gilnockie.
+
+Interesting details of the surprise of the castle, and further notices
+of Kinmont Willie are given by Scott in the _Border Minstrelsy_ (ii.
+32), where the ballad was first published.
+
+"This ballad is preserved," says Scott, "on the West Borders, but much
+mangled by reciters, so that some conjectural emendations have been
+absolutely necessary to render it intelligible."
+
+
+ O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?
+ O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroope?
+ How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie,
+ On Haribee to hang him up?[L4]
+
+ Had Willie had but twenty men, 5
+ But twenty men as stout as he,
+ Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en,
+ Wi' eight score in his cumpanie.
+
+ They band his legs beneath the steed,
+ They tied his hands behind his back; 10
+ They guarded him, fivesome on each side,
+ And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
+
+ They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,[L13]
+ And also thro' the Carlisle sands;
+ They brought him to Carlisle castell, 15
+ To be at my Lord Scroope's commands.
+
+ "My hands are tied, but my tongue is free,
+ And whae will dare this deed avow?
+ Or answer by the Border law?
+ Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?" 20
+
+ "Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!
+ There's never a Scot shall set thee free:
+ Before ye cross my castle yate,
+ I trow ye shall take farewell o' me."
+
+ "Fear na ye that, my lord," quo' Willie: 25
+ "By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroope," he said,
+ "I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,
+ But I paid my lawing before I gaed."
+
+ Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,
+ In Branksome Ha' where that he lay, 30
+ That Lord Scroope has ta'en the Kinmont Willie,
+ Between the hours of night and day.
+
+ He has ta'en the table wi' his hand,
+ He garr'd the red wine spring on hie--
+ "Now Christ's curse on my head," he said, 35
+ "But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!
+
+ "O is my basnet a widow's curch?
+ Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?
+ Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand,
+ That an English lord should lightly me! 40
+
+ "And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,
+ Against the truce of Border tide,
+ And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+ Is keeper here on the Scottish side?
+
+ "And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie, 45
+ Withouten either dread or fear,
+ And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
+ Can back a steed, or shake a spear?
+
+ "O were there war between the lands,
+ As well I wot that there is none, 50
+ I would slight Carlisle castell high,
+ Though it were builded of marble stone.
+
+ "I would set that castell in a low,
+ And sloken it with English blood!
+ There's never a man in Cumberland, 55
+ Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.
+
+ "But since nae war's between the lands,
+ And there is peace, and peace should be;
+ I'll neither harm English lad or lass,
+ And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!" 60
+
+ He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld,
+ I trow they were of his ain name,
+ Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd
+ The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.
+
+ He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, 65
+ Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch;
+ With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,
+ And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.
+
+ There were five and five before them a',
+ Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright: 70
+ And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,
+ Like warden's men, array'd for fight.
+
+ And five and five, like a mason gang,
+ That carried the ladders lang and hie;
+ And five and five, like broken men; 75
+ And so they reach'd the Woodhouselee.[L76]
+
+ And as we cross'd the Bateable Land,
+ When to the English side we held,
+ The first o' men that we met wi',
+ Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde? 80
+
+ "Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?"
+ Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"
+ "We go to hunt an English stag,
+ Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie."
+
+ "Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?" 85
+ Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!"
+ "We go to catch a rank reiver,
+ Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch."
+
+ "Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,
+ Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?" 90
+ "We gang to herry a corbie's nest,
+ That wons not far frae Woodhouselee."
+
+ "Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?"
+ Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"
+ Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, 95
+ And the nevir a word of lear had he.
+
+ "Why trespass ye on the English side?
+ Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he;
+ The nevir a word had Dickie to say,
+ Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie. 100
+
+ Then on we held for Carlisle toun,
+ And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;[L102]
+ The water was great and meikle of spait,
+ But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.
+
+ And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank, 105
+ The wind was rising loud and hie;
+ And there the Laird garr'd leave our steeds,
+ For fear that they should stamp and nie.
+
+ And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,
+ The wind began full loud to blaw; 110
+ But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,
+ When we came beneath the castle wa'.
+
+ We crept on knees, and held our breath,
+ Till we placed the ladders against the wa';
+ And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell 115
+ To mount the first before us a'.
+
+ He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,
+ He flung him down upon the lead--
+ "Had there not been peace between our lands,
+ Upon the other side thou hadst gaed! 120
+
+ "Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch;
+ "Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!"
+ Then loud the warden's trumpet blew--
+ _O wha dare meddle wi' me_?[L124]
+
+ Then speedilie to wark we gaed, 125
+ And raised the slogan ane and a',
+ And cut a hole through a sheet of lead,
+ And so we wan to the castle ha'.
+
+ They thought King James and a' his men
+ Had won the house wi' bow and spear; 130
+ It was but twenty Scots and ten,
+ That put a thousand in sic a stear!
+
+ Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers,
+ We garr'd the bars bang merrilie,
+ Until we came to the inner prison, 135
+ Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.
+
+ And when we cam to the lower prison,
+ Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie--
+ "O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
+ Upon the morn that thou's to die?" 140
+
+ "O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,
+ It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me;
+ Gie my service back to my wife and bairns,
+ And a' gude fellows that spier for me."
+
+ Then Red Rowan has hente him up, 145
+ The starkest man in Teviotdale--
+ "Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,
+ Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.
+
+ "Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!
+ My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried-- 150
+ "I'll pay you for my lodging maill,
+ When first we meet on the Border side."
+
+ Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,
+ We bore him down the ladder lang;
+ At every stride Red Rowan made, 155
+ I wot the Kinmont's airns play'd clang.
+
+ "O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,
+ "I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;
+ But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
+ I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode. 160
+
+ "And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,
+ "I've prick'd a horse out oure the furs;
+ But since the day I back'd a steed,
+ I never wore sic cumbrous spurs."
+
+ We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, 165
+ When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
+ And a thousand men on horse and foot
+ Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.
+
+ Buccleuch has turn'd to Eden Water,
+ Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim, 170
+ And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,
+ And safely swam them through the stream.
+
+ He turn'd him on the other side,
+ And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he--
+ "If ye like na my visit in merry England, 175
+ In fair Scotland come visit me!"
+
+ All sore astonish'd stood Lord Scroope,
+ He stood as still as rock of stane;
+ He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,
+ When through the water they had gane. 180
+
+ "He is either himsell a devil frae hell,
+ Or else his mother a witch maun be;
+ I wadna have ridden that wan water
+ For a' the gowd in Christentie."
+
+4. Haribee is the place of execution at Carlisle.--S.
+
+13. The Liddel-rack is a ford on the Liddel.--S.
+
+76. A house on the Border, belonging to Buccleuch.--S.
+
+102. Eden has been substituted for Eske, the latter
+name being inconsistent with geography.--S.
+
+124. The name of a Border tune.--S.
+
+
+
+
+DICK O' THE COW.
+
+From Caw's _Poetical Museum_, p. 22.
+
+
+The personage from whom this ballad is named was jester to Lord Scroop,
+who was warden of the West Marches of England from 1590 to 1603. The
+Laird's Jock, that is John, the son of the Laird of Mangerton, "appears
+as one of the _men of name_ in Liddesdale, in the list of the Border
+Clans, 1597."
+
+_Dick o' the Cow_ is closely connected with _Jock o' the Side_ and
+_Hobie Noble_, which follow shortly after. All three were first printed
+in Caw's _Museum_, and seem to have been contributed by a Mr. Elliot, a
+Liddesdale gentleman, to whom Sir W. Scott acknowledges many
+obligations. We are told that both _Dick o' the Cow_ and _Jock o' the
+Side_ were until lately so popular in Liddesdale with all classes of
+people, that they were invariably sung, from beginning to end, at every
+festive meeting.
+
+The ballad of _Dick o' the Cow_ was well known in England as early as
+1596.
+
+"An allusion to it likewise occurs in PARROT'S _Laquei Ridiculosi_, or
+_Springes for Woodcocks_; London, 1613.
+
+ "Owenus wondreth since he came to Wales,
+ What the description of this isle should be,
+ That nere had seen but mountains, hills, and dales,
+ Yet would he boast, and stand on pedigree,
+ From Rice ap Richard, sprung from _Dick a Cow_,
+ Be cod, was right gud gentleman, look ye now!"
+
+ _Epigr. 76._--SCOTT.
+
+
+ Now Liddisdale has lyan lang in,
+ There is nae riding there at a';
+ The horses are grown sae lidder fat,
+ They downa stur out o' the sta'.
+
+ Then Johnie Armstrong to Willie can say-- 5
+ "Billie, a riding then we'll gae;
+ England and us has been lang at a feid;
+ Ablins we'll hit on some bootie."
+
+ Then they're com'd on to Hutton Ha',
+ They rade the proper place about; 10
+ But the laird he was the wiser man,
+ For he had left nae gear without.
+
+ Then he had left nae gear to steal,
+ Except sax sheep upon a lee:
+ Quo' Johnie--"I'd rather in England die, 15
+ Ere thir sax sheep gae t' Liddisdale wi' me.
+
+ "But how ca'd they the man we last met,
+ Billie, as we cam o'er the know?"
+ "That same he is an innocent fool,
+ And some men ca' him Dick o' the Cow." 20
+
+ "That fool has three as good ky o' his ain,
+ As there's in a' Cumberland, billie," quo' he:
+ "Betide me life, betide me death,
+ These three ky shall gae t' Liddisdale wi' me."
+
+ Then they're com'd on to the poor fool's house, 25
+ And they hae broken his wa's sae wide;
+ They have loos'd out Dick o' the Cow's three ky,
+ And tane three co'erlets aff his wife's bed.
+
+ Then on the morn, whan the day was light,
+ The shouts and cries rose loud and hie: 30
+ "O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,
+ "And o' thy crying let me be!
+
+ "O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,
+ "And of thy crying let me be;
+ And aye that where thou wants a cow, 35
+ In good sooth I'll bring thee three."
+
+ Then Dickie's com'd on for's lord and master,
+ And I wat a dreirie fool was he;
+ "Now had thy tongue, my fool," he says,
+ "For I may not stand to jest wi' thee." 40
+
+ "Shame speed a' your jesting, my lord!" quo' Dickie,
+ "For nae sic jesting grees wi' me;
+ Liddisdale's been i' my house last night,
+ And they hae tane my three ky frae me.
+
+ "But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell, 45
+ To be your poor fool and your leal,
+ Unless ye gi' me leave, my lord,
+ T' gae t' Liddisdale and steal."
+
+ "I gi' thee leave, my fool," he says;
+ "Thou speakest against my honour and me, 50
+ Unless thou gi' me thy trowth and thy hand,
+ Thou'lt steal frae nane but wha sta' frae thee."
+
+ "There is my trowth, and my right hand!
+ My head shall hang on Hairibee,[L54]
+ I'll near cross Carlisle sands again, 55
+ If I steal frae a man but wha sta' frae me."
+
+ Dickie's tane leave at lord and master,
+ And I wat a merry fool was he;
+ He's bought a bridle and a pair o' new spurs,
+ And pack'd them up in his breek thigh. 60
+
+ Then Dickie's come on for Pudding-burn,[L61]
+ E'en as fast as he might drie;
+ Now Dickie's come on for Pudding-burn,
+ Where there were thirty Armstrongs and three.
+
+ "O what's this com'd o' me now?" quo' Dickie; 65
+ "What meikle wae's this happen'd o' me? quo' he;
+ Where here is but ae innocent fool,
+ And there is thirty Armstrongs and three!"
+
+ Yet he's com'd up to the ha' amang them a',
+ Sae weil he's became his curtesie! 70
+ "Weil may ye be, my good Laird's Jock!
+ But the de'il bless a' your companie.
+
+ "I'm come to 'plain o' your man, fair Johnie Armstrong,
+ And syne o' his billie Willie," quo' he;
+ "How they hae been i' my house the last night, 75
+ And they hae tane my three ky frae me."
+
+ Quo' Johnie Armstrong, "We will him hang;"
+ "Na then," quo' Willie, "we'll him slae;"
+ But up and bespake anither young man,
+ "We'll gie 'im his batts, and let him gae." 80
+
+ Then up and bespake the good Laird's Jock,
+ The best falla in a' the companie;
+ "Sit thy ways down a little while, Dickie,
+ And a piece o' thy ain cow's hough I'll gi' thee."
+
+ But Dickie's heart it grew sae great, 85
+ That ne'er a bit o't he dought to eat;
+ Then Dickie was ware o' an auld peat-house,
+ Where a' the night he thought for to sleep.
+
+ Then Dickie was ware o' an auld peat-house,
+ Where a' the night he thought for to ly; 90
+ And a' the prayers the poor fool pray'd,
+ "I wish I had amense for my ain three ky!"
+
+ Then it was the use of Pudding-burn,
+ And the house of Mangerton, all haill,[L94]
+ These that cam na at the first ca', 95
+ They got nae mair meat t' the neist meal.
+
+ The lads, that hungry and weary were,
+ Aboon the door-head they hang the key;
+ Dickie he took good notice to that,
+ Says--"There's a bootie yonder for me." 100
+
+ Then Dickie into the stable is gane,
+ Where there stood thirty horses and three;
+ He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot,[L103]
+ A' these horses but barely three.
+
+ He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot, 105
+ A' these horses but barely three;
+ He's loupen on ane, tane anither in hand,
+ And out at the door and gane is Dickie.
+
+ Then on the morn, whan the day grew light,
+ The shouts and cries rose loud and hie-- 110
+ "O where's that thief?" quo' the good Laird's Jock,
+ "Tell me the truth and the veritie!"
+
+ "O where's that thief?" quo' the good Laird's Jock;
+ "See unto me ye dinna lie!"--
+ "Dickie's been i' the stable last night, 115
+ And has my brother's horse and mine frae me."
+
+ "Ye wad ne'er be tall'd," quo' the good Laird's Jock;
+ "Have ye not found my tales fu' leel?
+ Ye wad ne'er out o' England bide,
+ Till crooked, and blind, and a' wad steal." 120
+
+ "But lend me thy bay," Johnie Armstrong can say;
+ "There's nae horse loose in the stable but he;
+ And I'll either bring Dick o' the Cow again,
+ Or the day is come that he shall die."
+
+ "To lend thee my bay!" the Laird's Jock can say, 125
+ "He's worth baith goud and good monie:
+ Dick o' the Cow has away twa horse:
+ I wish na thou may make him three."
+
+ He's tane the laird's jack on his back,
+ A twa-handed sword that hang by his thigh; 130
+ He's tane the steel cap on his head,
+ And on is he gane to follow Dickie.
+
+ Then Dickie was na a mile aff the town,
+ I wat a mile but barely three,
+ Till he's o'ertane by Johnie Armstrong, 135
+ Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.[L136]
+
+ "Abide, abide now, Dickie, than,
+ The day is come that thou maun die;"
+ Then Dickie look'd o'er his left shoulder,
+ "Johnie, has thou any moe in companie? 140
+
+ "There is a preacher in our chapel,
+ And a' the lee-lang day teaches he:
+ Whan day is gane and night is come,
+ There's ne'er ae word I mark but three.
+
+ "The first and second is--Faith and Conscience; 145
+ The third--Ne'er let a traitour free:
+ But, Johnie, what faith and conscience hadst thou,
+ Whan thou took my three ky frae me?
+
+ "And when thou had tane away my three ky,
+ Thou thought in thy heart thou was no well sped, 150
+ But sent thy billie Willie o'er the know,
+ And he took three co'erlets aff my wife's bed."
+
+ Then Johnie let a spear fa' laigh by his thigh,
+ Thought weil to hae slain the innocent, I trow;
+ But the powers above were mair than he, 155
+ For he ran but the poor fool's jerkin through.
+
+ Together they ran, or ever they blan,
+ This was Dickie the fool and he;
+ Dickie coud na win to him wi' the blade o' the sword,
+ But feld 'im wi' the plumet under the eie. 160
+
+ Now Dickie has feld fair Johnie Armstrong,
+ The prettiest man in the south countrie;
+ "Gramercy!" then can Dickie say,
+ "I had but twa horse, thou has made me three."
+
+ He has tane the laird's jack aff his back, 165
+ The twa-handed sword that hang by his thigh;
+ He has tane the steel cap aff his head--
+ "Johnie, I'll tell my master I met wi' thee."
+
+ When Johnie wakened out o' his dream,
+ I wat a drierie man was he: 170
+ "And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?
+ The shame gae in thy companie!
+
+ "And is thou gane, now, Dickie, than?
+ The shame gae in thy companie!
+ For if I should live this hundred years, 175
+ I ne'er shall fight wi' a fool after thee."
+
+ Then Dickie's come hame to lord and master,
+ E'en as fast as he may drie;
+ "Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink,
+ Till hie hanged thou shalt be." 180
+
+ "The shame speed the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;
+ "That was no the promise ye made to me!
+ For I'd ne'er gane t' Liddisdale t' steal,
+ Till I had got my leave at thee."
+
+ "But what gard thou steal the Laird's Jock's horse? 185
+ And, limmer, what gard thou steal him?" quo' he;
+ "For lang might thou in Cumberland dwelt,
+ Ere the Laird's Jock had stawn frae thee."[L188]
+
+ "Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord!
+ And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie! 190
+ I wan him frae his man, fair Johnie Armstrong,
+ Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.
+
+ "There's the jack was on his back,
+ This twa-handed sword that hang laigh by his thigh,
+ And there's the steel cap was on his head; 195
+ I hae a' these takens to let thee see."
+
+ "If that be true thou to me tells,
+ (I trow thou dare na tell a lie,)
+ I'll gi' thee twenty punds for the good horse,
+ Weil tel'd in thy cloak lap shall be. 200
+
+ "And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky,
+ To maintain thy wife and children three;
+ And that may be as good, I think,
+ As ony twa o' thine might be."
+
+ "The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie; 205
+ "Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?
+ I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse,
+ Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me."
+
+ He's gi'en him thirty punds for the good horse,
+ All in goud and good monie; 210
+ He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky,
+ To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+ Then Dickie's came down through Carlisle town,
+ E'en as fast as he might drie:
+ The first o' men that he met with, 215
+ Was my Lord's brother, Bayliff Glozenburrie.
+
+ "Weil may ye be, my gude Ralph Scroope!"--
+ "Welcome, my brother's fool!" quo' he:
+ "Where did thou get fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?"
+ "Where did I get him, but steal him," quo' he. 220
+
+ "But wilt thou sell me fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?
+ And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?" quo' he:
+ "Aye, and tell me the monie on my cloak lap:
+ For there's no ae fardin I'll trust thee."
+
+ "I'll gi' thee fifteen punds for the good horse, 225
+ Weil tel'd on thy cloak lap shall be;
+ And I'll gi' thee ane o' my best milk-ky,
+ To maintain thy wife and children three."
+
+ "The shame speed the liers, my lord!" quo' Dickie;
+ "Trow ye aye to make a fool o' me?" quo' he; 230
+ "I'll either hae thirty punds for the good horse,
+ Or he's gae t' Mortan fair wi' me."
+
+ He's gi'en him thirty punds for the gude horse,
+ All in goud and good monie;
+ He has gi'en him ane o' his best milk-ky, 235
+ To maintain his wife and children three.
+
+ Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie,
+ And I wat a loud laugh laughed he--
+ "I wish the neck o' the third horse were broken,
+ For I hae a better o' my ain, if better can be." 240
+
+ Then Dickie's com'd hame to his wife again,
+ Judge ye how the poor fool sped;
+ He has gi'en her three score English punds,
+ For the three auld co'erlets was tane aff her bed.
+
+ "Hae, tak thee these twa as good ky, 245
+ I trow, as a' thy three might be;
+ And yet here is [a] white-footed nagie,
+ I think he'll carry baith thee and me.
+
+ "But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide;
+ The Armstrongs they'll hang me hie:"-- 250
+ So Dickie's tane leave at lord and master,
+ And [at] Burgh under Stanmuir there dwells he.
+
+54. The place of execution at Carlisle.--P. M.
+
+61. This was a house of strength held by the Armstrongs. The ruins at
+present form a sheep-fold on the farm of Reidsmoss, belonging to the
+Duke of Buccleuch.--S.
+
+94. The Laird of Mangerton was chief of the clan Armstrong--S.
+
+103. Hamstringing a horse is termed, in the Border dialect, _tying him
+with St. Mary's knot_. Dickie used this cruel expedient to prevent a
+pursuit. It appears from the narration, that the horses left unhurt,
+belonged to fair Johnie Armstrang, his brother Willie, and the Laird's
+Jock--of which Dickie carried off two, and left that of the Laird's
+Jock, probably out of gratitude for the protection he had afforded him
+on his arrival.--S.
+
+136. A rising-ground on Cannobie, on the borders of Liddesdale.--P. M.
+
+188. The commendation of the Laird's Jock's honesty seems but
+indifferently founded; for, in July, 1586, a bill was fouled against
+him, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the Deputy of Bewcastle, at a
+warden-meeting, for 400 head of cattle taken in open foray from the
+Drysike in Bewcastle: and in September, 1587, another complaint appears
+at the instance of one Andrew Rutlege of the Nook, against the Laird's
+Jock, and his accomplices, for 50 kine and oxen, besides furniture, to
+the amount of 100 merks sterling. See Bell's MSS., as quoted in the
+_History of Cumberland and Westmoreland_. In Sir Richard Maitland's poem
+against the thieves of Liddesdale, he thus commemorates the Laird's
+Jock:--
+
+ "They spuilye puir men of their pakis,
+ They leif them nocht on bed nor bakis:
+ Baith hen and cok,
+ With reil and rok,
+ The _Lairdis Jock_
+ All with him takis."--S.
+
+
+
+
+JOCK O' THE SIDE.
+
+From Caw's _Poetical Museum_, p. 145.
+
+
+The rescue of a prisoner from the hands of justice was a very favourite
+subject with ballad-makers, and, it is to be feared, no uncommon event
+in the actual experience of the police of former days. We have in the
+fifth volume seen how such an affair was conducted by Robin Hood and
+his associates; and in _Kinmont Willie_ have had an authenticated
+account of a remarkable exploit of this description at the close of the
+reign of Elizabeth. The two ballads which follow have this same theme;
+but only the authority of tradition. _Jock o' the Side_ has one
+circumstance in common with _Kinmont Willie_--the daring passage of the
+river: with _Archie of Ca'field_ it agrees throughout.
+
+Jock o' the Side would seem to have been nephew to the Laird of
+Mangertoun (the chief of the clan Armstrong), and consequently cousin to
+the Laird's Jock. Scott suggests that he was probably brother to
+Christie of the Syde, mentioned in the list of Border clans, 1597. Both
+of these worthies receive special notice in Maitland's complaint
+_Against the Thieves of Liddisdale_.
+
+ "He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde;
+ A greater thief did never ryde;
+ He nevir tyris
+ For to brek byris,
+ Our muir and myris
+ Ouir gude ane guide."
+
+Scott has pointed out that Jock o' the Side assisted the Earl of
+Westmoreland in his escape after his insurrection with the Earl of
+Northumberland, in the twelfth year of Elizabeth.
+
+ "Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,
+ But I wat they had better staid at hame;
+ For Mitchel o' Winfield he is dead,
+ And my son Johnie is prisoner ta'en."
+
+ For Mangerton-House Auld Downie is gane, 5
+ Her coats she has kilted up to her knee;
+ And down the water wi' speed she rins,
+ While tears in spaits fa' fast frae her eie.
+
+ Then up and bespake the Lord Mangerton,
+ "What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?" 10
+ "Bad news, bad news, my Lord Mangerton;
+ Mitchel is kill'd, and tane they hae my son Johnie."
+
+ "Ne'er fear, sister Downie," quo' Mangerton;
+ "I hae yokes of oxen, four and twentie;
+ My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weel fill'd, 15
+ And I'll part wi' them a', ere Johnie shall die.
+
+ "Three men I'll take to set him free,
+ Weel harness'd a' wi' best o' steel;
+ The English rogues may hear, and drie
+ The weight o' their braid-swords to feel. 20
+
+ "The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa,
+ O Hobie Noble, thou ane maun be;
+ Thy coat is blue, thou has been true,
+ Since England banish'd thee, to me."
+
+ Now Hobie was an English man, 25
+ In Bewcastle-dale was bred and born;
+ But his misdeeds they were sae great,
+ They banish'd him ne'er to return.
+
+ Lord Mangerton them orders gave,
+ "Your horses the wrang way maun a' be shod; 30
+ Like gentlemen ye must not seem,
+ But look like corn-caugers gawn ae road.
+
+ "Your armour gude ye maunna shaw,
+ Nor ance appear like men o' weir;
+ As country lads be all array'd, 35
+ Wi' branks and brecham on ilk mare."
+
+ Sae now a' their horses are shod the wrang way,
+ And Hobie has mounted his grey sae fine;
+ Jock his lively bay, Wat's on his white horse behind,
+ And on they rode for the water o' Tyne. 40
+
+ At the Cholerford they a' light down,[L41]
+ And there, wi' the help o' the light o' the moon,
+ A tree they cut, wi' fifteen naggs upo' ilk side,
+ To climb up the wa' o' Newcastle town.
+
+ But when they cam to Newcastle town, 45
+ And were alighted at the wa',
+ They fand their tree three ells o'er laigh,
+ They fand their stick baith short and sma'.
+
+ Then up and spake the Laird's ain Jock,
+ "There's naething for't, the gates we maun force;" 50
+ But when they cam the gates unto,
+ A proud porter withstood baith men and horse.
+
+ His neck in twa I wat they hae wrung,
+ Wi' hand or foot he ne'er play'd paw;
+ His life and his keys at anes they hae tane, 55
+ And cast his body ahind the wa'.
+
+ Now soon they reach Newcastle jail,
+ And to the pris'ner thus they call;
+ "Sleips thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side,
+ Or is thou wearied o' thy thrall?" 60
+
+ Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone--
+ "Aft, aft I wake--I seldom sleip:
+ But wha's this kens my name sae weel,
+ And thus to hear my waes do[es] seek?"
+
+ Then up and spake the good Laird's Jock, 65
+ "Ne'er fear ye now, my billie," quo' he;
+ "For here's the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,
+ And Hobie Noble, come to set thee free."
+
+ "O had thy tongue, and speak nae mair,
+ And o' thy tawk now let me be; 70
+ For if a' Liddisdale were here the night,
+ The morn's the day that I maun die.
+
+ "Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron,
+ They hae laid a' right sair on me;
+ Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound 75
+ Into this dungeon mirk and drearie."
+
+ "Fear ye no that," quo' the Laird's Jock;
+ "A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie;
+ Work thou within, we'll work without,
+ And I'll be bound we set thee free." 80
+
+ The first strong dore that they came at,
+ They loosed it without a key;
+ The next chain'd dore that they cam at,
+ They gar'd it a' in flinders flee.
+
+ The pris'ner now, upo' his back, 85
+ The Laird's Jock's gotten up fu' hie;
+ And down the stair, him, irons and a',
+ Wi' nae sma' speed and joy brings he.
+
+ "Now, Jock, I wat," quo' Hobie Noble,
+ "Part o' the weight ye may lay on me;" 90
+ "I wat weel no!" quo' the Laird's Jock,
+ "I count him lighter than a flee."
+
+ Sae out at the gates they a' are gane,
+ The pris'ner's set on horseback hie;
+ And now wi' speed they've tane the gate, 95
+ While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie.
+
+ "O Jock, sae winsomely's ye ride,
+ Wi' baith your feet upo' ae side!
+ Sae weel's ye're harness'd, and sae trig,
+ In troth ye sit like ony bride!" 100
+
+ The night, tho' wat, they didna mind,
+ But hied them on fu' mirrilie,
+ Until they cam to Cholerford brae,
+ Where the water ran like mountains hie.
+
+ But when they came to Cholerford, 105
+ There they met with an auld man;
+ Says--"Honest man, will the water ride?
+ Tell us in haste, if that ye can."
+
+ "I wat weel no," quo' the good auld man;
+ "Here I hae liv'd this threty yeirs and three, 110
+ And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big,
+ Nor rinning ance sae like a sea."
+
+ Then up and spake the Laird's saft Wat,
+ The greatest coward in the company--
+ "Now halt, now halt, we needna try't; 115
+ The day is com'd we a' maun die!"
+
+ "Poor faint-hearted thief!" quo' the Laird's ain Jock,
+ "There'll nae man die but he that's fie;
+ I'll lead ye a' right safely through;
+ Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me." 120
+
+ Sae now the water they a' hae tane,
+ By anes and twas they a' swam through;
+ "Here are we a' safe," says the Laird's Jock,
+ "And, poor faint Wat, what think ye now?"
+
+ They scarce the ither side had won, 125
+ When twenty men they saw pursue;
+ Frae Newcastle town they had been sent,
+ A' English lads, right good and true.
+
+ But when the land-sergeant the water saw,[L129]
+ "It winna ride, my lads," quo' he; 130
+ Then out he cries--"Ye the pris'ner may take,
+ But leave the irons, I pray, to me."
+
+ "I wat weel no," cry'd the Laird's Jock,
+ "I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be:
+ My good grey mare--for I am sure, 135
+ She's bought them a' fu' dear frae thee."
+
+ Sae now they're away for Liddisdale,
+ E'en as fast as they cou'd them hie;
+ The pris'ner 's brought to his ain fire-side,
+ And there o's aims they make him free. 140
+
+ "Now, Jock, my billie," quo' a' the three,
+ "The day was com'd thou was to die;
+ But thou's as weel at thy ain fire-side,
+ Now sitting, I think, 'tween thee and me."
+
+ They hae gard fill up ae punch-bowl, 145
+ And after it they maun hae anither,
+ And thus the night they a' hae spent,
+ Just as they had been brither and brither.
+
+41. Cholerford is a ford on the Tyne, above
+Hexham.--S.
+
+129. The land-sergeant (mentioned also in _Hobbie Noble_) was an officer
+under the warden, to whom was committed the apprehending of delinquents,
+and the care of the public peace.--S.
+
+
+
+
+ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 116.
+
+
+This is substantially the same story as _Jock o' the Side_. Another
+version from Motherwell's collection, is subjoined.
+
+"Ca'field, or Calfield," says Scott, "is a place in Wauchopdale,
+belonging of old to the Armstrongs. In the account betwixt the English
+and Scottish Marches, Jock and Geordie of Ca'field, then called
+Calf-hill, are repeatedly marked as delinquents. _History of
+Westmoreland and Cumberland_, vol. i. Introduction, p. 33."
+
+ As I was a-walking mine alane,
+ It was by the dawning of the day,
+ I heard twa brithers make their mane,
+ And I listen'd weel to what they did say.
+
+ The youngest to the eldest said, 5
+ "Blythe and merrie how can we be?
+ There were three brithren of us born,
+ And ane of us is condemn'd to die."
+
+ "And ye wad be merrie, and ye wad be sad,
+ What the better wad billy Archie be? 10
+ Unless I had thirty men to mysell,
+ And a' to ride in my cumpanie.
+
+ "Ten to hald the horses' heads,
+ And other ten the watch to be,
+ And ten to break up the strong prison, 15
+ Where billy Archie he does lie."
+
+ Then up and spak him mettled John Hall,[L17]
+ (The luve of Teviotdale aye was he,)
+ "An I had eleven men to mysell,
+ It's aye the twalt man I wad be." 20
+
+ Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field,
+ (I wot and little gude worth was he,)
+ "Thirty men is few anew,
+ And a' to ride in our companie."
+
+ There was horsing, horsing in haste, 25
+ And there was marching on the lee,
+ Until they cam to Murraywhate,
+ And they lighted there right speedilie.
+
+ "A smith! a smith!" Dickie he cries,
+ "A smith, a smith, right speedilie, 30
+ To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon;
+ For it's unkensome we wad be."
+
+ "There lives a smith on the water-side,
+ Will shoe my little black mare for me;
+ And I've a crown in my pocket, 35
+ And every groat of it I wad gie."
+
+ "The night is mirk, and it's very mirk,
+ And by candle-light I canna weel see;
+ The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk,
+ And there will never a nail ca' right for me." 40
+
+ "Shame fa' you and your trade baith,
+ Canna beet a good fellow by your mystery;
+ But leeze me on thee, my little black mare,
+ Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me."
+
+ There was horsing, horsing in haste, 45
+ And there was marching upon the lee,
+ Until they cam to Dumfries port,
+ And they lighted there right speedilie.
+
+ "There's five of us will hold the horse,
+ And other five will watchmen be:" 50
+ "But wha's the man among ye a',
+ Will gae to the Tolbooth door wi' me?"
+
+ O up then spak him mettled John Hall,
+ (Frae the Laigh Teviotdale was he,)
+ "If it should cost my life this very night, 55
+ I'll gae to the Tolbooth door wi' thee."
+
+ "Be of gude cheir, now, Archie, lad,
+ Be of gude cheir, now, dear billie!
+ Work thou within, and we without,
+ And the morn thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me." 60
+
+ O Jockie Hall stepp'd to the door,
+ And he bended low back his knee,
+ And he made the bolts, the door hang on,
+ Loup frae the wa' right wantonlie.
+
+ He took the prisoner on his back, 65
+ And down the Tolbooth stair cam he:
+ The black mare stood ready at the door,
+ I wot a foot ne'er stirred she.
+
+ They laid the links out owre her neck,
+ And that was her gold twist to be;[L70] 70
+ And they cam doun thro' Dumfries toun,
+ And wow but they cam speedilie!
+
+ The live-lang night these twelve men rade,
+ And aye till they were right wearie,
+ Until they cam to the Murraywhate, 75
+ And they lighted there right speedilie.
+
+ "A smith! a smith!" then Dickie he cries,
+ "A smith, a smith, right speedilie,
+ To file the irons frae my dear brither,
+ For forward, forward we wad be." 80
+
+ They hadna filed a shackle of iron,
+ A shackle of iron but barely thrie,
+ When out and spak young Simon brave,
+ "O dinna you see what I do see?
+
+ "Lo! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon, 85
+ Wi' a hundred men in his companie;
+ This night will be our lyke-wake night,
+ The morn the day we a' maun die."
+
+ O there was mounting, mounting in haste,
+ And there was marching upon the lee; 90
+ Until they cam to Annan water,
+ And it was flowing like the sea.
+
+ "My mare is young and very skeigh,
+ And in o' the weil she will drown me;
+ But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine, 95
+ And sune through the water we sall be."
+
+ Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field,
+ (I wot and little gude worth was he,)
+ "We had better lose ane than lose a' the lave;
+ We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free." 100
+
+ "Shame fa' you and your lands baith!
+ Wad ye e'en your lands to your born billy?
+ But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,
+ And yet thro' the water we sall be."
+
+ Now they did swim that wan water, 105
+ And wow but they swam bonnilie!
+ Until they cam to the other side,
+ And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily.
+
+ "Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!
+ Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me! 110
+ For there is an ale-house here hard by,
+ And it shall not cost thee ae penny."
+
+ "Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon;
+ "I wot they cost me dear eneugh;"
+ "The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha', 115
+ "They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh."
+
+ "Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!
+ Come thro', and drink some wine wi' me!
+ Yestreen I was your prisoner,
+ But now this morning am I free." 120
+
+17. Mettled John Hall, from the laigh Teviotdale, is perhaps John Hall
+of Newbigging, mentioned in the list of Border clans as one of the chief
+men of name residing on the Middle Marches in 1597.--S.
+
+70. The _gold twist_ means the small gilded chains drawn across the
+chest of a war-horse, as a part of his caparison.--S.
+
+
+
+
+BILLIE ARCHIE.
+
+Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 335.
+
+
+A North-Country version of the preceding ballad. There is another
+copy in Buchan's larger collection, i. 111, _The Three Brothers_.
+
+ "Seven years have I loved my love,
+ And seven years my love's loved me,
+ But now to-morrow is the day
+ That Billie Archie, my love, must die."
+
+ Out then spoke him Little Dickie, 5
+ And still the best fellow was he;
+ "Had I but five men and mysell,
+ Then we would borrow Billie Archie."
+
+ Out it spoke him Caff o' Lin,
+ And still the worst fellow was he; 10
+ "Ye shall have five men and yoursell,
+ And I will bear you companie.
+
+ "We will not go like to dragoons,
+ Nor yet will we like grenadiers;
+ But we will go like corn-dealers, 15
+ And lay our brechams on our meares.
+
+ "And twa of us will watch the road,
+ And other twa between will gang,
+ And I will go to jail-house door,
+ And hold the prisoner unthought lang." 20
+
+ "Wha is this at the jail-house door,
+ Sa weel as they do ken the gin?"
+ "It's I mysell," said him Little Dickie,
+ "And O sae fain's I would be in!"
+
+ "Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie, 25
+ Awa, let all your folly be;
+ If the Lord Lieutenant come on you,
+ Like unto dogs he'll cause you die."
+
+ "Hold you, hold you, Billy Archie,
+ And now let all your folly be; 30
+ Though I die without, you'll not die within,
+ For borrowed shall your body be."
+
+ "Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
+ Awa, let all this folly be;
+ An hundred pounds of Spanish irons 35
+ Is all bound on my fair bodie."
+
+ Wi' plough coulters and gavelocks
+ They made the jail-house door to flee;
+ "And in God's name," said Little Dickie,
+ "Cast you the prisoner behind me." 40
+
+ They had not rade a great way off,
+ With all the haste that ever could be,
+ Till they espied the Lord Lieutenant,
+ With a hundred men in companie.
+
+ But when they cam to wan water, 45
+ It now was rumbling like the sea;
+ Then were they got into a strait,
+ As great a strait as well could be.
+
+ Then out did speak him Caff o' Lin,
+ And aye the warst fellow was he: 50
+ "Now God be with my wife and bairns,
+ For fatherless my babes will be.
+
+ "My horse is young, he cannot swim;
+ The water's deep, and will not wade;
+ My children must be fatherless, 55
+ My wife a widow, whate'er betide."
+
+ O then cried out him Little Dickie,
+ And still the best fellow was he:
+ "Take you my mare, I'll take your horse,
+ And Devil drown my mare and thee!" 60
+
+ Now they have taken the wan water,
+ Though it was roaring like the sea;
+ And when they gat to the other side,
+ I wat they bragged right crousilie.
+
+ "Come thro', come thro', now, Lord Lieutenant, 65
+ O do come thro', I pray of thee;
+ There is an alehouse not far off,
+ We'll dine you and your companie."
+
+ "Awa, awa, now, Little Dickie,
+ O now let all your taunting be; 70
+ There's not a man in the king's army
+ That would have tried what's done by thee.
+
+ "Cast back, cast back my fetters again,
+ Cast back my fetters, I say to thee;
+ And get you gane the way you came, 75
+ I wish no prisoners like to thee."
+
+ "I have a mare, she's called Meg,
+ The best in all our low countrie;
+ If she gang barefoot till they're done,
+ An ill death may your Lordship die." 80
+
+
+
+
+HOBIE NOBLE.
+
+From Caw's _Poetical Museum_, p. 193.
+
+
+"We have seen the hero of this ballad act a distinguished part in the
+deliverance of Jock o' the Side, and are now to learn the ungrateful
+return which the Armstrongs made him for his faithful services.
+Halbert, or Hobbie, Noble appears to have been one of those numerous
+English outlaws, who, being forced to fly their own country, had
+established themselves on the Scottish Borders. As Hobbie continued his
+depredations upon the English, they bribed some of his hosts, the
+Armstrongs, to decoy him into England under pretence of a predatory
+expedition. He was there delivered, by his treacherous companions, into
+the hands of the officers of justice, by whom he was conducted to
+Carlisle, and executed next morning. The Laird of Mangertoun, with whom
+Hobbie was in high favour, is said to have taken a severe revenge upon
+the traitors who betrayed him. The principal contriver of the scheme,
+called here Sim o' the Maynes, fled into England from the resentment of
+his chief; but experienced there the common fate of a traitor, being
+himself executed at Carlisle, about two months after Hobbie's death.
+Such is, at least, the tradition of Liddesdale. Sim o' the Maynes
+appears among the Armstrongs of Whitauch, in Liddesdale, in the list of
+Clans so often alluded to."--_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii.
+90.
+
+ Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!
+ That Liddisdale may safely say;
+ For in it there was baith meat and drink,
+ And corn unto our geldings gay.
+
+ We were stout-hearted men and true, 5
+ As England it did often say;
+ But now we may turn our backs and fly,
+ Since brave Noble is seld away.
+
+ Now Hobie he was an English man,
+ And born into Bewcastle dale; 10
+ But his misdeeds they were sae great,
+ They banish'd him to Liddisdale.
+
+ At Kershope foot the tryst was set,[L13]
+ Kershope of the lily lee;
+ And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains,[L15] 15
+ With him a private companie.
+
+ Then Hobie has graith'd his body weel,
+ I wat it was wi' baith good iron and steel;
+ And he has pull'd out his fringed grey,
+ And there, brave Noble, he rade him weel. 20
+
+ Then Hobie is down the water gane,
+ E'en as fast as he may drie;
+ Tho' they shoud a' brusten and broken their hearts,
+ Frae that tryst Noble he would not be.
+
+ "Weel may ye be, my feiries five! 25
+ And aye, what is your wills wi' me?"
+ Then they cry'd a' wi' ae consent,
+ "Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.
+
+ "Wilt thou with us in England ride,
+ And thy safe warrand we will be? 30
+ If we get a horse worth a hundred punds,
+ Upon his back that thou shalt be."
+
+ "I dare not with you into England ride,
+ The Land-sergeant has me at feid;
+ I know not what evil may betide, 35
+ For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead.
+
+ "And Anton Shiel, he loves not me,
+ For I gat twa drifts of his sheep;[L38]
+ The great Earl of Whitfield loves me not,[L39]
+ For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep. 40
+
+ "But will ye stay till the day gae down,
+ Until the night come o'er the grund,
+ And I'll be a guide worth ony twa
+ That may in Liddisdale be fund.
+
+ "Tho' dark the night as pick and tar, 45
+ I'll guide ye o'er yon hills fu' hie,
+ And bring ye a' in safety back,
+ If you'll be true and follow me."
+
+ He's guided them o'er moss and muir,
+ O'er hill and houp, and mony a down; 50
+ Til they came to the Foulbogshiel,
+ And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.
+
+ Then word is gane to the Land-sergeant,
+ In Askirton where that he lay--[L54]
+ "The deer that ye hae hunted lang 55
+ Is seen into the Waste this day."
+
+ "Then Hobie Noble is that deer!
+ I wat he carries the style fu' hie;
+ Aft has he beat your slough-hounds back,
+ And set yourselves at little lee. 60
+
+ "Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,
+ See they shaft their arrows on the wa'!
+ Warn Willeva, and Spear Edom,[L63]
+ And see the morn they meet me a'.
+
+ "Gar meet me on the Rodrie-haugh, 65
+ And see it be by break o' day;
+ And we will on to Conscowthart-Green,
+ For there, I think, we'll get our prey."
+
+ Then Hobie Noble has dream'd a dream,
+ In the Foulbogsheil where that he lay; 70
+ He thought his horse was 'neath him shot,
+ And he himself got hard away.
+
+ The cocks could crow, and the day could dawn,
+ And I wat so even down fell the rain;
+ If Hobie had no waken'd at that time, 75
+ In the Foulbogshiel he had been tane or slain.
+
+ "Get up, get up, my feiries five!
+ For I wat here makes a fu' ill day;
+ And the warst cloak of this companie,[L79]
+ I hope shall cross the Waste this day." 80
+
+ Now Hobie thought the gates were clear;
+ But, ever alas! it was not sae:
+ They were beset wi' cruel men and keen,
+ That away brave Noble could not gae.
+
+ "Yet follow me, my feiries five, 85
+ And see of me ye keep good ray;
+ And the worst cloak of this companie[L87]
+ I hope shall cross the Waste this day."
+
+ There was heaps of men now Hobie before,
+ And other heaps was him behind, 90
+ That had he been as wight as Wallace was,
+ Away brave Noble he could not win.
+
+ Then Hobie he had but a laddies sword,
+ But he did more than a laddies deed;
+ In the midst of Conscouthart-Green, 95
+ He brake it o'er Jersawigham's head.
+
+ Now they have tane brave Hobie Noble,
+ Wi' his ain bowstring they band him sae;
+ And I wat heart was ne'er sae sair,
+ As when his ain five band him on the brae. 100
+
+ They have tane him for West Carlisle;
+ They ask'd him if he knew the way;
+ Whate'er he thought, yet little he said;
+ He knew the way as well as they.
+
+ They hae tane him up the Ricker-gate;[L105] 105
+ The wives they cast their windows wide,
+ And ilka wife to anither can say,
+ "That's the man loos'd Jock o' the Side!"
+
+ "Fy on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?
+ For it's nae man that I'm used like; 110
+ I'm but like a forfoughen hound,
+ Has been fighting in a dirty syke."
+
+ Then they hae tane him up thro' Carlisle town,
+ And set him by the chimney fire;
+ They gave brave Noble a wheat loaf to eat, 115
+ And that was little his desire.
+
+ Then they gave him a wheat loaf to eat
+ And after that a can o' beer;
+ Then they cried a', wi' ae consent,
+ "Eat, brave Noble, and make good cheer. 120
+
+ "Confess my lord's horse, Hobie," they say,
+ "And the morn in Carlisle thou's no die;"
+ "How shall I confess them?" Hobie says,
+ "For I never saw them with mine eye."
+
+ Then Hobie has sworn a fu' great aith-- 125
+ By the day that he was gotten or born,
+ He never had onything o' my lord's,
+ That either eat him grass or corn.
+
+ "Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton![L129]
+ For I think again I'll ne'er thee see: 130
+ I wad betray nae lad alive,
+ For a' the goud in Christentie.
+
+ "And fare thee weel, now Liddisdale,
+ Baith the hie land and the law!
+ Keep ye weel frae traitor Mains! 135
+ For goud and gear he'll sell ye a'.
+
+ "I'd rather be ca'd Hobie Noble,
+ In Carlisle, where he suffers for his faut,
+ Before I were ca'd traitor Mains,
+ That eats and drinks of meal and maut." 140
+
+13. Kershope-burn, where Hobbie met his treacherous companions, falls
+into the Liddel, from the English side, at a place called Turnersholm,
+where, according to tradition, tourneys and games of chivalry were often
+solemnized.--S.
+
+15. The Mains was anciently a Border-keep, near Castletown, on the north
+side of the Liddel, but is now totally demolished.--S.
+
+38. For twa drifts of his sheep I gat.--P. M.
+
+39. Whitfield is explained by Mr. Ellis of Otterbourne to be a large and
+rather wild manorial district in the extreme southwest part of
+Northumberland; the proprietor of which might be naturally called the
+Lord, though not _Earl_ of Whitfield. I suspect, however, that the
+reciters may have corrupted the _great_ Ralph Whitfield into Earl of
+Whitfield. Sir Matthew Whitfield of Whitfield, was Sheriff of
+Northumberland in 1433, and the estate continued in the family from the
+reign of Richard II. till about fifty years since.--S.
+
+54. Askerton is an old castle, now ruinous, situated in the wilds of
+Cumberland, about seventeen miles north-east of Carlisle, amidst that
+mountainous and desolate tract of country bordering upon Liddesdale,
+emphatically termed the Waste of Bewcastle.--S.
+
+63-67. Willeva and Speir Edom are small districts in Bewcastledale,
+through which also the Hartlie-burn takes its course.
+Conscouthart-Green, and Rodrie-haugh, and the Foulbogshiel, are the
+names of places in the same wilds, through which the Scottish plunderers
+generally made their raids upon England.--S.
+
+79, 87. clock.
+
+105. A street in Carlisle.
+
+129. Of the Castle of Mangertoun, so often mentioned in these ballads,
+there are very few vestiges. It was situated on the banks of the
+Liddell, below Castletoun.--S.
+
+
+
+
+JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 3.
+
+
+"There is another ballad, under the same title as the following, in
+which nearly the same incidents are narrated, with little difference,
+except that the honour of rescuing the cattle is attributed to the
+Liddesdale Elliots, headed by a chief, there called Martin Elliot of the
+Preakin Tower, whose son, Simon, is said to have fallen in the action.
+It is very possible, that both the Teviotdale Scotts, and the Elliots,
+were engaged in the affair, and that each claimed the honour of the
+victory.
+
+"The Editor presumes, that the Willie Scott, here mentioned, must have
+been a natural son of the Laird of Buccleuch."--S.
+
+
+ It fell about the Martinmas tyde,
+ When our Border steeds get corn and hay,
+ The Captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,
+ And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.
+
+ The first ae guide that they met wi', 5
+ It was high up in Hardhaughswire;[L6]
+ The second guide that they met wi',
+ It was laigh down in Borthwick water.
+
+ "What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?"
+ "Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee; 10
+ But gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead,[L11]
+ Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee see."
+
+ And when they cam to the fair Dodhead,
+ Right hastily they clam the peel;
+ They loosed the kye out, ane and a', 15
+ And ranshackled the house right weel.
+
+ Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,
+ The tear aye rowing in his ee;
+ He pled wi' the Captain to hae his gear,
+ Or else revenged he wad be. 20
+
+ The Captain turned him round and leugh;
+ Said--"Man, there's naething in thy house,
+ But ae auld sword without a sheath,
+ That hardly now would fell a mouse."
+
+ The sun wasna up, but the moon was down, 25
+ It was the gryming of a new-fa'n snaw,
+ Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,
+ Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'.[L28]
+
+ And when he cam to the fair tower yate,
+ He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 30
+ Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot--
+ "Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"
+
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,
+ And a harried man I think I be;
+ There's naething left at the fair Dodhead, 35
+ But a waefu' wife and bairnies three."
+
+ "Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha',[L37]
+ For succour ye'se get nane frae me;
+ Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,
+ For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me." 40
+
+ Jamie has turned him round about,
+ I wat the tear blinded his ee--
+ "I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,
+ And the fair Dodhead I'll never see!
+
+ "My hounds may a' rin masterless,[L45] 45
+ My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,
+ My lord may grip my vassal lands,
+ For there again maun I never be!"
+
+ He has turn'd him to the Tiviot side,
+ E'en as fast as he could drie, 50
+ Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,[L51]
+ And there he shouted baith loud and hie.
+
+ Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve--
+ "Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead, 55
+ A harried man I trow I be.
+
+ "There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,
+ But a greeting wife and bairnies three,
+ And sax poor ca's stand in the sta', 60
+ A' routing loud for their minnie."
+
+ "Alack a wae!" quo' auld Jock Grieve,
+ "Alack, my heart is sair for thee!
+ For I was married on the elder sister,
+ And you on the youngest of a' the three."
+
+ Then he has ta'en out a bonny black, 65
+ Was right weel fed with corn and hay,
+ And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back,
+ To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.
+
+ And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,
+ He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 70
+ Till out and spak him William's Wat--
+ "O whae's this brings the fraye to me?"
+
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead,
+ A harried man I think I be;
+ The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear; 75
+ For God's sake rise, and succour me!"
+
+ "Alas for wae!" quoth William's Wat,
+ "Alack, for thee my heart is sair!
+ I never cam by the fair Dodhead,
+ That ever I fand thy basket bare." 80
+
+ He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,
+ Himsell upon a freckled gray,
+ And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,
+ To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye.
+
+ And when they cam to Branksome Ha', 85
+ They shouted a' baith loud and hie,
+ Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,
+ Said--"Whae's this brings the fraye to me?"
+
+ "It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,
+ And a harried man I think I be; 90
+ There's nought left in the fair Dodhead,
+ But a greeting wife and bairnies three."
+
+ "Alack for wae!" quoth the gude auld lord,
+ "And ever my heart is wae for thee!
+ But fye, gar cry on Willie, my son, 95
+ And see that he come to me speedilie.
+
+ "Gar warn the water, braid and wide,[L97]
+ Gar warn it sune and hastilie;
+ They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,
+ Let them never look in the face o' me! 100
+
+ "Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons,[L101]
+ Wi' them will Borthwick Water ride;
+ Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,
+ And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.
+
+ "Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,[L105] 105
+ And warn the Currors o' the Lee;
+ As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack,
+ Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinberry."
+
+ The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran,
+ Sae starkly and sae steadilie, 110
+ And aye the ower-word o' the thrang
+ Was--"Rise for Branksome readilie!"
+
+ The gear was driven the Frostylee up,[L113]
+ Frae the Frostylee unto the plain,
+ Whan Willie has look'd his men before, 115
+ And saw the kye right fast drivand.
+
+ "Whae drives thir kye?" gan Willie say,
+ "To make an outspeckle o' me?"
+ "It's I, the Captain o' Bewcastle, Willie;
+ I winna layne my name for thee." 120
+
+ "O will ye let Telfer's kye gae back?
+ Or will ye do aught for regard o' me?
+ Or, by the faith of my body," quo' Willie Scott,
+ "I'se ware my dame's cauf skin on thee."
+
+ "I winna let the kye gae back, 125
+ Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear;
+ But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye,
+ In spite of every Scott that's here."
+
+ "Set on them, lads!" quo' Willie than;
+ "Fye, lads, set on them cruellie! 130
+ For ere they win to the Ritterford,
+ Mony a toom saddle there sall be!"
+
+ Then til't they gaed, wi' heart and hand,
+ The blows fell thick as bickering hail;
+ And mony a horse ran masterless, 135
+ And mony a comely cheek was pale.
+
+ But Willie was stricken ower the head,
+ And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane;
+ And Harden grat for very rage,
+ Whan Willie on the grund lay slane. 140
+
+ But he's ta'en aff his gude steel cap,
+ And thrice he's waved it in the air;
+ The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white[L143]
+ Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.
+
+ "Revenge! revenge!" auld Wat 'gan cry; 145
+ "Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie!
+ We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,
+ Or Willie's death revenged sall be."
+
+ O mony a horse ran masterless,
+ The splinter'd lances flew on hie; 150
+ But or they wan ta the Kershope ford,
+ The Scotts had gotten the victory.
+
+ John o' Brigham there was slane,[L153]
+ And John o' Barlow, as I heard say;
+ And thirty mae o' the Captain's men 155
+ Lay bleeding on the grund that day.
+
+ The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh,
+ And broken was his right leg bane;
+ If he had lived this hundred years,
+ He had never been loved by woman again. 160
+
+ "Hae back the kye!" the Captain said;
+ "Dear kye, I trow, to some they be;
+ For gin I suld live a hundred years,
+ There will ne'er fair lady smile on me."
+
+ Then word is gane to the Captain's bride, 165
+ Even in the bower where that she lay,
+ That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land,
+ Since into Tividale he had led the way.
+
+ "I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet,
+ And helped to put it ower his head, 170
+ Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,
+ Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!"
+
+ There was a wild gallant amang us a',
+ His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs,
+ Cried--"On for his house in Stanegirthside,[L175] 175
+ If ony man will ride with us!"
+
+ When they cam to the Stanegirthside,
+ They dang wi' trees, and burst the door;
+ They loosed out a' the Captain's kye,
+ And set them forth our lads before. 180
+
+ There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire,
+ A wee bit o' the Captain's kin--
+ "Whae dar loose out the Captain's kye,
+ Or answer to him and his men?"
+
+ "It's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye, 185
+ I winna layne my name frae thee;
+ And I will loose out the Captain's kye,
+ In scorn of a' his men and he."
+
+ Whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,
+ They were a wellcum sight to see; 190
+ For instead of his ain ten milk kye,
+ Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.
+
+ And he has paid the rescue shot,
+ Baith wi' goud and white monie;
+ And at the burial o' Willie Scott, 195
+ I wat was mony a weeping ee.[L196]
+
+6-8. Hardhaughswire is the pass from Liddesdale to the head of
+Teviotdale. Borthwick water is a stream which falls into the Teviot
+three miles above Hawick.--S.
+
+11. The Dodhead, in Selkirkshire, near Singlee, where there are still
+the vestiges of an old tower.--S.
+
+28. Stobs Hall, upon Slitterick, the seat of Sir William, of that clan.
+Jamie Telfer made his first application here, because he _seems_ to have
+paid the proprietor of the castle _black-mail_, or protection money.--S.
+
+37. The ancient family-seat of the Lairds of Buccleuch, near Hawick.--S.
+
+45-48. See _Young Beichan_, vol. iv. p. 3.
+
+51. The Coultart Cleugh is nearly opposite to Carlinrig, on the road
+between Hawick and Mosspaul.--S.
+
+97. The _water_, in the mountainous districts of Scotland, is often used
+to express the banks of the river, which are the only inhabitable parts
+of the country. _To raise the water_, therefore, was to alarm those who
+lived along its side.--S.
+
+101. The estates, mentioned in this verse, belonged to families of the
+name of Scott, residing upon the waters of Borthwick and Teviot, near
+the castle of their chief.--S.
+
+105. The pursuers seem to have taken the road through the hills of
+Liddesdale, in order to collect forces, and intercept the forayers at
+the passage of the Liddel, on their return to Bewcastle. The Ritterford
+and Kershope-ford, after-mentioned, are noted fords on the river
+Liddel.--S.
+
+113. The Frostylee is a brook, which joins the Teviot, near
+Mosspaul.--S.
+
+143. The Dinlay is a mountain in Liddesdale.--S.
+
+153. Perhaps one of the ancient family of Brougham, in Cumberland. The
+Editor has used some freedom with the original in the subsequent verse.
+The account of the Captain's disaster is rather too _na[:i]ve_ for
+literal publication.--S.
+
+175. A house belonging to the Foresters, situated on the English side of
+the Liddel.--S.
+
+196. An article in the list of attempts upon England, fouled by the
+Commissioners at Berwick, in the year 1587, may relate to the subject of
+the foregoing ballad.
+
+October, 1582.
+
+ Thomas Musgrave, deputy { Walter Scott, Laird } 200 kine and
+ of Bewcastle, and { of Buckluth, and his } oxen, 300 gait
+ the tenants, against { complices; for } and sheep.
+
+_Introduction to the History of Westmoreland and Cumberland_, p. 31.--S.
+
+
+
+
+THE FRAY OF SUPORT.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 124.
+
+
+"Of all the Border ditties which have fallen into the Editor's hands,
+this is by far the most uncouth and savage. It is usually chanted in a
+sort of wild recitative, except the burden, which swells into a long and
+varied howl, not unlike to a view hollo'. The words, and the very great
+irregularity of the stanza (if it deserves the name) sufficiently point
+out its intention and origin. An English woman, residing in Suport, near
+the foot of the Kers-hope, having been plundered in the night by a band
+of the Scottish moss-troopers, is supposed to convoke her servants and
+friends for the pursuit, or _Hot Trod_; upbraiding them, at the same
+time, in homely phrase, for their negligence and security. The _Hot
+Trod_ was followed by the persons who had lost goods, with blood-hounds
+and horns, to raise the country to help. They also used to carry a
+burning wisp of straw at a spear head, and to raise a cry, similar to
+the Indian war-whoop. It appears, from articles made by the Wardens of
+the English Marches, September 12th, in 6th of Edward VI., that all, on
+this cry being raised, were obliged to follow the fray, or chase, under
+pain of death. With these explanations, the general purport of the
+ballad may be easily discovered, though particular passages have become
+inexplicable, probably through corruptions introduced by reciters. The
+present text is collected from four copies, which differed widely from
+each other."--S.
+
+ Sleep'ry Sim of the Lamb-hill,
+ And snoring Jock of Suport-mill,
+ Ye are baith right het and fou';
+ But my wae wakens na you.
+ Last night I saw a sorry sight-- 5
+ Nought left me o' four-and-twenty gude ousen and ky,
+ My weel-ridden gelding, and a white quey,
+ But a toom byre and a wide,
+ And the twelve nogs on ilka side.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', 10
+ My gear's a' gane.
+
+ Weel may ye ken,
+ Last night I was right scarce o' men:
+ But Toppet Hob o' the Mains had guesten'd in my house by chance;
+ I set him to wear the fore-door wi' the speir, while I kept the
+ back-door wi' the lance; 15
+ But they hae run him thro' the thick o' the thie, and broke his
+ knee-pan,
+ And the mergh o' his shin-bane has run down on his spur-leather
+ whang:
+ He's lame while he lives, and where'er he may gang.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane. 20
+
+ But Peenye, my gude son, is out at the Hagbut-head,
+ His een glittering for anger like a fiery gleed;
+ Crying--"Mak sure the nooks
+ Of Maky's-muir crooks;
+ For the wily Scot takes by nooks, hooks, and crooks. 25
+ Gin we meet a' together in a head the morn,
+ We'll be merry men."
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane.
+
+ There's doughty Cuddy in the Heugh-head, 30
+ Thou was aye gude at a need;
+ With thy brock-skin bag at thy belt,[L32]
+ Aye ready to mak a puir man help.
+ Thou maun awa' out to the Cauf-craigs,
+ (Where anes ye lost your ain twa naigs,) 35
+ And there toom thy brock-skin bag.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirst,
+ Thou was aye gude at a birst; 40
+ Gude wi' a bow, and better wi' a speir,
+ The bauldest March-man that e'er follow'd gear:
+ Come thou here.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane. 45
+
+ Rise, ye carle coopers, frae making o' kirns and tubs,
+ In the Nicol forest woods.[L47]
+ Your craft hasna left the value of an oak rod,
+ But if you had ony fear o' God,
+ Last night ye hadna slept sae sound, 50
+ And let my gear be a' ta'en.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Ah! lads, we'll fang them a' in a net,
+ For I hae a' the fords o' Liddel set; 55
+ The Dunkin and the Door-loup,
+ The Willie-ford, and the Water-slack,
+ The Black-rack and the Trout-dub of Liddel.
+ There stands John Forster, wi' five men at his back,
+ Wi bufft coat and cap of steil. 60
+ Boo! ca' at them e'en, Jock;
+ That ford's sicker, I wat weil.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Hoo! hoo! gar raise the Reid Souter, and Ringan's Wat, 65
+ Wi' a broad elshin and a wicker;
+ I wat weil they'll mak a ford sicker.
+ Sae, whether they be Elliots or Armstrangs,
+ Or rough-riding Scots, or rude Johnstones,
+ Or whether they be frae the Tarras or Ewsdale, 70
+ They maun turn and fight, or try the deeps o' Liddel.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ "Ah! but they will play ye anither jigg,
+ For they will out at the big rig, 75
+ And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap."[L76]
+ But I hae another wile for that:
+ For I hae little Will, and Stalwart Wat,
+ And lang Aicky, in the Souter Moor,
+ Wi' his sleuth-dog sits in his watch right sure. 80
+ Shou'd the dog gie a bark,
+ He'll be out in his sark,
+ And die or won.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' ta'en. 85
+
+ Ha! boys!--I see a party appearing--wha's yon?
+ Methinks it's the Captain of Bewcastle, and Jephtha's John,[L87]
+ Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan:
+ They'll make a' sicker, come which way they will.
+ Ha, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', 90
+ My gear's a' ta'en.
+
+ Captain Musgrave, and a' his band,[L92]
+ Are coming down by the Siller-strand,
+ And the Muckle toun-bell o' Carlisle is rung:
+ My gear was a' weel won, 95
+ And before it's carried o'er the Border, mony a man's gae down.
+ Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',
+ My gear's a' gane.
+
+32. The badger-skin pouch was used for carrying ammunition.--S.
+
+47. A wood in Cumberland, in which Suport is situated.--S.
+
+76. Fergus Grame of Sowport, as one of the chief men of that clan,
+became security to Lord Scroope for the good behaviour of his friends
+and dependents, 8th January, 1662.--_Introduction to History of
+Westmoreland and Cumberland_, p. 111.--S.
+
+87-8. According to the late Glenriddel's notes on this ballad, the
+office of Captain Bewcastle was held by the chief of the Nixons.
+Catlowdie is a small village in Cumberland, near the junction of the Esk
+and Liddel.--S.
+
+92. This was probably the famous Captain Jack Musgrave, who had charge
+of the watch along the Cryssop, or Kershope, as appears from the order
+of the watches appointed by Lord Wharton, when Deputy-Warden-General, in
+the 6th Edward VI.--S.
+
+
+
+
+ROOKHOPE RYDE.
+
+
+"A Bishopric Border song, composed in 1569, taken down from the chanting
+of George Collingwood the elder, late of Boltsburn, in the neighbourhood
+of Ryhope, who was interred at Stanhope, the 16th December, 1785.
+
+"Rookhope is the name of a valley about five miles in length; at the
+termination of which, Rookhope burn empties itself into the river Wear,
+and is in the north part of the parish of Stanhope, in Weardale.
+Rookhope-head is the top of the vale."--RITSON.
+
+The date of the event, says Sir W. Scott, is precisely ascertained to be
+(not 1569 but) the 6th of December, 1572, when the Tynedale robbers were
+encouraged to make a foray into Weardale in consequence of the confusion
+occasioned by the rebellion of Westmoreland and Northumberland.
+
+From Ritson's _Bishopric Garland_ (p. 54), with one or two slight
+verbal improvements from the _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii.
+101.
+
+
+ Rookhope stands in a pleasant place,
+ If the false thieves wad let it be,
+ But away they steal our goods apace,
+ And ever an ill death may they dee!
+
+ And so is the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver,[L5] 5
+ And all their companies thereabout,
+ That is minded to do mischief,
+ And at their stealing stands not out.
+
+ But yet we will not slander them all,
+ For there is of them good enow; 10
+ It is a sore consumed tree
+ That on it bears not one fresh bough.
+
+ Lord God! is not this a pitiful case,
+ That men dare not drive their goods to the fell,
+ But limmer thieves drives them away, 15
+ That fears neither heaven nor hell?
+
+ Lord, send us peace into the realm,
+ That every man may live on his own!
+ I trust to God, if it be his will,
+ That Weardale men may never be overthrown. 20
+
+ For great troubles they've had in hand,
+ With borderers pricking hither and thither,
+ But the greatest fray that e'er they had,
+ Was with the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver.
+
+ They gather'd together so royally, 25
+ The stoutest men and the best in gear;
+ And he that rade not on a horse,
+ I wat he rade on a weel-fed mear.
+
+ So in the morning, before they came out,
+ So weel I wot they broke their fast; 30
+ In the [forenoon they came] unto a bye fell,[L31]
+ Where some of them did eat their last.
+
+ When they had eaten aye and done,
+ They say'd some captains here needs must be:
+ Then they choosed forth Harry Corbyl, 35
+ And 'Symon Fell,' and Martin Ridley.
+
+ Then o'er the moss, where as they came,
+ With many a brank and whew,
+ One of them could to another say,
+ "I think this day we are men enew. 40
+
+ "For Weardale-men is a journey ta'en;
+ They are so far out o'er yon fell,
+ That some of them's with the two earls,[L43]
+ And others fast in Bernard castell.
+
+ "There we shall get gear enough, 45
+ For there is nane but women at hame;
+ The sorrowful fend that they can make,
+ Is loudly cries as they were slain."[L48]
+
+ Then in at Rookhope-head they came,
+ And there they thought tul a had their prey, 50
+ But they were spy'd coming over the Dry-rig,
+ Soon upon Saint Nicolas' day.[L52]
+
+ Then in at Rookhope-head they came,
+ They ran the forest but a mile;
+ They gather'd together in four hours 55
+ Six hundred sheep within a while.
+
+ And horses I trow they gat,
+ But either ane or twa,
+ And they gat them all but ane
+ That belang'd to great Rowley. 60
+
+ That Rowley was the first man that did them spy,
+ With that he raised a mighty cry;
+ The cry it came down Rookhope burn,
+ And spread through Weardale hasteyly.
+
+ Then word came to the bailiff's house 65
+ At the East-gate, where he did dwell;[L66]
+ He was walk'd out to the Smale-burns,
+ Which stands above the Hanging-well.[L68]
+
+ His wife was wae when she heard tell,
+ So weel she wist her husband wanted gear; 70
+ She gar'd saddle him his horse in haste,
+ And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.
+
+ The bailiff got wit before his gear came,
+ That such news was in the land,
+ He was sore troubled in his heart, 75
+ That on no earth that he could stand.
+
+ His brother was hurt three days before,
+ With limmer thieves that did him prick;
+ Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon,
+ What ferly was't that he lay sick? 80
+
+ But yet the bailiff shrinked nought,
+ But fast after them he did hye,
+ And so did all his neighbours near,
+ That went to bear him company.
+
+ But when the bailiff was gathered, 85
+ And all his company,
+ They were numbered to never a man
+ But forty under fifty.
+
+ The thieves was numbered a hundred men,
+ I wat they were not of the worst 90
+ That could be choosed out of Thirlwall and Willie-haver,
+ [I trow they were the very first.][L92]
+
+ But all that was in Rookhope-head,
+ And all that was i' Nuketon-cleugh,
+ Where Weardale-men o'ertook the thieves, 95
+ And there they gave them fighting eneugh.
+
+ So sore they made them fain to flee,
+ As many was 'a'' out of hand,
+ And, for tul have been at home again,
+ They would have been in iron bands. 100
+
+ And for the space of long seven years
+ As sore they mighten a' had their lives,
+ But there was never one of them
+ That ever thought to have seen their 'wives.'
+
+ About the time the fray began, 105
+ I trow it lasted but an hour,
+ Till many a man lay weaponless,
+ And was sore wounded in that stour.
+
+ Also before that hour was done,
+ Four of the thieves were slain, 110
+ Besides all those that wounded were,
+ And eleven prisoners there was ta'en.
+
+ George Carrick, and his brother Edie,
+ Them two, I wot they were both slain;
+ Harry Corbyl, and Lennie Carrick, 115
+ Bore them company in their pain.
+
+ One of our Weardale-men was slain,
+ Rowland Emerson his name hight;
+ I trust to God his soul is well,
+ Because he 'fought' unto the right. 120
+
+ But thus they say'd, "We'll not depart
+ While we have one:--speed back again!"
+ And when they came amongst the dead men,
+ There they found George Carrick slain.
+
+ And when they found George Carrick slain, 125
+ I wot it went well near their 'heart;'
+ Lord, let them never make a better end,
+ That comes to play them sicken a 'part.'
+
+ I trust to God, no more they shall,
+ Except it be one for a great chance; 130
+ For God will punish all those
+ With a great heavy pestilence.
+
+ Thir limmer thieves, they have good hearts,
+ They nevir think to be o'erthrown;
+ Three banners against Weardale-men they bare, 135
+ As if the world had been all their own.
+
+ Thir Weardale-men, they have good hearts,
+ They are as stiff as any tree;
+ For, if they'd every one been slain,
+ Never a foot back man would flee. 140
+
+ And such a storm amongst them fell
+ As I think you never heard the like,
+ For he that bears his head so high,
+ He oft-times falls into the dyke.
+
+ And now I do entreat you all, 145
+ As many as are present here.
+ To pray for [the] singer of this song,
+ For he sings to make blithe your cheer.
+
+5. Thirlwall, or Thirlitwall, is said by Fordun, the Scottish historian,
+to be a name given to the Picts' or Roman wall, from its having been
+thirled, or perforated, in ancient times, by the Scots and Picts.
+
+Willie-haver, or Willeva, is a small district or township in the parish
+of Lanercost, near Bewcastledale, in Cumberland, mentioned in the ballad
+of _Hobie Noble_.--RITSON.]
+
+31. This would be about eleven o'clock, the usual dinner-hour in that
+period.--RITSON.]
+
+43. The two Earls were Thomas Percy, Earl of Northumberland, and Charles
+Nevil, Earl of Westmoreland, who, on the 15th of November, 1569, at the
+head of their tenantry and others, took arms for the purpose of
+liberating Mary, Queen of Scots, and restoring the old religion. They
+besieged Barnard castle, which was, for eleven days, stoutly defended by
+Sir George Bowes, who, afterward, being appointed the Queen's marshal,
+hanged the poor constables and peasantry by dozens in a day, to the
+amount of 800. The Earl of Northumberland, betrayed by the Scots, with
+whom he had taken refuge, was beheaded at York, on the 22d of August,
+1572; and the Earl of Westmoreland, deprived of the ancient and noble
+patrimony of the Nevils, and reduced to beggary, escaped over sea, into
+Flanders, and died in misery and disgrace, being the last of his
+family.--RITSON. See _The Rising in the North_ and _Northumberland
+betrayed by Douglas_.]
+
+48. This is still the phraseology of Westmoreland: a _poorly_ man, a
+_softly_ day, and the like.--RITSON.]
+
+52. The 6th of December.]
+
+66. Now a straggling village so called; originally, it would seem, the
+gate-house, or ranger's lodge, at the east entrance of Stanhope-park. At
+some distance from this place is Westgate, so called for a similar
+reason.--RITSON.
+
+The mention of the bailiff's house at the East-gate is (were such a
+proof wanting) strongly indicative of the authenticity of the ballad.
+The family of Emerson of East-gate, a fief, if I may so call it, held
+under the bishop, long exercised the office of bailiff of Wolsingham,
+the chief town and borough of Weardale, and of Forster, &c., under
+successive prelates.--SURTEES.]
+
+68. A place in the neighbourhood of East-gate, known at present, as well
+as the Dry-rig, or Smale-burns.--RITSON.]
+
+92. The reciter, from his advanced age, could not recollect the original
+line thus imperfectly supplied.--RITSON.]
+
+
+
+
+THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 15.
+
+
+This ballad is preserved in the Bannatyne MS., and was first printed in
+Ramsay's _Evergreen_, ii. 224. Scott informs us that Ramsay took some
+liberties with the original text, and even interpolated the manuscript
+to favor his readings. A more accurate copy was given in the _Border
+Minstrelsy_. The text in Herd's _Scottish Songs_, i. 91, and Caw's
+_Museum_, p. 235, is that of the _Evergreen_.
+
+"The skirmish of the Reidswire happened upon the 7th of June, 1575, at
+one of the meetings held by the Wardens of the Marches, for arrangements
+necessary upon the Border. Sir John Carmichael was the Scottish Warden,
+and Sir John Forster held that office on the English Middle March. In
+the course of the day, which was employed as usual in redressing wrongs,
+a bill, or indictment, at the instance of a Scottish complainer, was
+fouled (_i. e._ found a true bill) against one Farnstein, a notorious
+English freebooter. Forster alleged that he had fled from justice.
+Carmichael, considering this as a pretext to avoid making compensation
+for the felony, bade him "play fair!" to which the haughty English
+warden retorted, by some injurious expressions respecting Carmichael's
+family, and gave other open signs of resentment. His retinue, chiefly
+men of Redesdale and Tynedale, the most ferocious of the English
+Borderers, glad of any pretext for a quarrel, discharged a flight of
+arrows among the Scots. A warm conflict ensued, in which, Carmichael
+being beat down and made prisoner, success seemed at first to incline to
+the English side, till the Tynedale men, throwing themselves too
+greedily upon the plunder, fell into disorder; and a body of Jedburgh
+citizens arriving at that instant, the skirmish terminated in a complete
+victory on the part of the Scots, who took prisoners, the English
+warden, James Ogle, Cuthbert Collingwood, Francis Russell, son to the
+Earl of Bedford, and son-in-law to Forster, some of the Fenwicks, and
+several other Border chiefs. They were sent to the Earl of Morton, then
+Regent, who detained them at Dalkeith for some days, till the heat of
+their resentment was abated; which prudent precaution prevented a war
+betwixt the two kingdoms. He then dismissed them with great expressions
+of regard; and, to satisfy Queen Elizabeth, sent Carmichael to York,
+whence he was soon after honourably dismissed. The field of battle,
+called the Reidswire, is a part of the Carter Mountain, about ten miles
+from Jedburgh."--SCOTT.
+
+ The seventh of July, the suith to say,
+ At the Reidswire the tryst was set;[L2]
+ Our wardens they affixed the day,
+ And, as they promised, so they met.
+ Alas! that day I'll ne'er forgett! 5
+ Was sure sae feard, and then sae faine--
+ They came theare justice for to gett,
+ Will never green to come again.
+
+ Carmichael was our warden then,
+ He caused the country to conveen; 10
+ And the Laird's Wat, that worthie man,[L11]
+ Brought in that sirname weil beseen:
+ The Armestranges, that aye hae been
+ A hardy house, but not a hail,[L14]
+ The Elliots' honours to maintaine, 15
+ Brought down the lave o' Liddesdale.
+
+ Then Tividale came to wi' spied;
+ The Sheriffe brought the Douglas down,[L18]
+ Wi' Cranstane, Gladstain, good at need,
+ Baith Rewle water, and Hawick town. 20
+ Beanjeddart bauldly made him boun,
+ Wi' a' the Trumbills, stronge and stout;
+ The Rutherfoords, with grit renown,
+ Convoy'd the town of Jedbrugh out.[L24]
+
+ Of other clans I cannot tell, 25
+ Because our warning was not wide--
+ Be this our folks hae ta'en the fell,
+ And planted down palliones, there to bide,
+ We looked down the other side,
+ And saw come breasting ower the brae, 30
+ Wi' Sir John Forster for their guyde,[L31]
+ Full fifteen hundred men and mae.
+
+ It grieved him sair that day, I trow,
+ Wi' Sir George Hearoune of Schipsydehouse;[L34]
+ Because we were not men enow, 35
+ They counted us not worth a louse.
+ Sir George was gentle, meek, and douse,
+ But _he_ was hail and het as fire;
+ And yet, for all his cracking crouse,
+ He rewd the raid o' the Reidswire. 40
+
+ To deal with proud men is but pain;
+ For either must ye fight or flee,
+ Or else no answer make again,
+ But play the beast, and let them be.
+ It was na wonder he was hie, 45
+ Had Tindaill, Reedsdaill, at his hand,[L46]
+ Wi' Cukdaill, Gladsdaill on the lee,
+ And Hebsrime, and Northumberland.[L48]
+
+ Yett was our meeting meek eneugh,
+ Begun wi' merriment and mowes, 50
+ And at the brae, aboon the heugh,
+ The clark sat down to call the rowes.
+ And some for kyne, and some for ewes,
+ Call'd in of Dandrie, Hob, and Jock--
+ We saw, come marching ower the knows, 55
+ Five hundred Fennicks in a flock,--[L56]
+
+ With jack and speir, and bows all bent,
+ And warlike weapons at their will:
+ Although we were na weel content,
+ Yet, by my troth, we fear'd no ill. 60
+ Some gaed to drink, and some stude still,
+ And some to cards and dice them sped;
+ Till on ane Farnstein they fyled a bill,
+ And he was fugitive and fled.
+
+ Carmichaell bade them speik out plainlie, 65
+ And cloke no cause for ill nor good;
+ The other, answering him as vainlie,
+ Began to reckon kin and blood:
+ He raise, and raxed him where he stood,
+ And bade him match him with his marrows; 70
+ Then Tindaill heard them reasun rude,
+ And they loot off a flight of arrows.
+
+ Then was there nought but bow and speir,
+ And every man pull'd out a brand;
+ "A Schafton and a Fenwick" thare: 75
+ Gude Symington was slain frae hand.
+ The Scotsmen cried on other to stand,
+ Frae time they saw John Robson slain--
+ What should they cry? the King's command
+ Could cause no cowards turn again. 80
+
+ Up rose the laird to red the cumber,
+ Which would not be for all his boast;
+ What could we doe with sic a number--
+ Fyve thousand men into a host?
+ Then Henry Purdie proved his cost, 85
+ And very narrowlie had mischief'd him,
+ And there we had our warden lost,
+ Wert not the grit God he relieved him.
+
+ Another throw the breiks him bair,
+ Whill flatlies to the ground he fell: 90
+ Than thought I weel we had lost him there,
+ Into my stomack it struck a knell!
+ Yet up he raise, the treuth to tell ye,
+ And laid about him dints full dour;
+ His horsemen they raid sturdily, 95
+ And stude about him in the stoure.
+
+ Then raise the slogan with ane shout--
+ "Fy, Tindaill, to it! Jedburgh's here!"[L98]
+ I trow he was not half sae stout,
+ But anis his stomach was asteir. 100
+ With gun and genzie, bow and speir,
+ Men might see mony a cracked crown!
+ But up amang the merchant geir,
+ They were as busy as we were down.
+
+ The swallow taill frae tackles flew, 105
+ Five hundredth flain into a flight:
+ But we had pestelets enew,
+ And shot among them as we might.
+ With help of God the game gaed right,
+ Fra time the foremost of them fell; 110
+ Then ower the know, without goodnight,
+ They ran with mony a shout and yell.
+
+ But after they had turned backs,
+ Yet Tindail men they turn'd again,
+ And had not been the merchant packs,[L115] 115
+ There had been mae of Scotland slain.
+ But, Jesu! if the folks were fain
+ To put the bussing on their thies;
+ And so they fled, wi' a' their main,
+ Down ower the brae, like clogged bees. 120
+
+ Sir Francis Russell ta'en was there,[L121]
+ And hurt, as we hear men rehearse;
+ Proud Wallinton was wounded sair,[L123]
+ Albeit he be a Fennick fierce.
+ But if ye wald a souldier search, 125
+ Among them a' were ta'en that night,
+ Was nane sae wordie to put in verse,
+ As Collingwood, that courteous knight.[L128]
+
+ Young Henry Schafton, he is hurt;[L129]
+ A souldier shot him wi' a bow; 130
+ Scotland has cause to mak great sturt,
+ For laiming of the Laird of Mow.[L132]
+ The Laird's Wat did weel indeed;
+ His friends stood stoutlie by himsell,
+ With little Gladstain, gude in need, 135
+ For Gretein kend na gude be ill.[L136]
+
+ The Sheriffe wanted not gude will,
+ Howbeit he might not fight so fast;
+ Beanjeddart, Hundlie, and Hunthill,[L139]
+ Three, on they laid weel at the last. 140
+ Except the horsemen of the guard,
+ If I could put men to availe,
+ None stoutlier stood out for their laird,
+ Nor did the lads of Liddisdail.
+
+ But little harness had we there; 145
+ But auld Badreule had on a jack,[L146]
+ And did right weel, I you declare,
+ With all his Trumbills at his back.
+ Gude Edderstane was not to lack,[L149]
+ Nor Kirktoun, Newton, noble men![L150] 150
+ Thir's all the specials I of speake,
+ By others that I could not ken.
+
+ Who did invent that day of play,
+ We need not fear to find him soon;
+ For Sir John Forster, I dare well say, 155
+ Made us this noisome afternoon.
+ Not that I speak preceislie out,
+ That he supposed it would be perril;
+ But pride, and breaking out of feuid,
+ Garr'd Tindaill lads begin the quarrel. 160
+
+2. _Swire_ signifies the descent of a hill, and the epithet _Red_ is
+derived from the color of the heath, or perhaps, from the Reid-water,
+which rises at no great distance.--S.
+
+11. The Laird's Wat is perhaps the young Buccleuch, who, about twenty
+years after this _raid_, performed the great exploit of rescuing Kinmont
+Willie from Carlisle Castle.--S.
+
+14. This clan are here mentioned as not being hail, or whole, because
+they were outlawed or broken men. Indeed, many of them had become
+Englishmen, as the phrase then went. There was an old alliance betwixt
+the Elliots and Armstrongs, here alluded to.--S.
+
+18. Douglas of Cavers, hereditary Sheriff of Teviotdale, descended from
+Black Archibald, who carried the standard of his father, the Earl of
+Douglas, at the battle of Otterbourne.--See the ballad of that name.--S.
+
+24. These were ancient and powerful clans, residing chiefly upon the
+river Jed. Hence, they naturally convoyed the town of Jedburgh out. The
+following fragment of an old ballad is quoted in a letter from an aged
+gentleman of this name, residing at New York, to a friend in Scotland:--
+
+ "Bauld Rutherfurd, he was fou stout,
+ Wi' a' his nine sons him round about;
+ He led the town o' Jedburgh out,
+ All bravely fought that day."--S.
+
+31. Sir John Forster, or, more properly, Forrester, of Balmbrough Abbey,
+Warden of the Middle Marches in 1561, was deputy-governor of Berwick,
+and governor of Balmborough Castle.--S.
+
+34. George Heron Miles of Chipchase Castle, probably the same who was
+slain at the Reidswire, was Sheriff of Northumberland, 13th
+Elizabeth.--S.
+
+46. These are districts, or dales, on the English Border.
+
+48. Mr. George Ellis suggests, with great probability, that this is a
+mistake, not for Hebburne, as the Editor stated in an earlier edition,
+but for Hexham, which, with its territory, formed a county independent
+of Northumberland, with which it is here ranked.--S.
+
+56. The Fenwicks; a powerful and numerous Northumberland clan.--S.
+
+98. The gathering word peculiar to a certain name, or set of people, was
+termed _slogan_ or _slughorn_, and was always repeated at an onset, as
+well as on many other occasions. It was usually the name of the clan, or
+place of rendezvous, or leader. In 1335, the English, led by Thomas of
+Rosslyne, and William Moubray, assaulted Aberdeen. The former was
+mortally wounded in the onset; and, as his followers were pressing
+forward, shouting "_Rosslyne! Rosslyne!_" "Cry _Moubray_," said the
+expiring chieftain; "_Rosslyne_ is gone!"--S.
+
+115. The ballad-maker here ascribes the victory to the real cause; for
+the English Borderers dispersing to plunder the merchandise, gave the
+opposite party time to recover from their surprise. It seems to have
+been usual for travelling merchants to attend Border meetings, although
+one would have thought the kind of company usually assembled there might
+have deterred them.--S.
+
+121. This gentleman was son to the Earl of Bedford, and Warden of the
+East Marches. He was, at this time, chamberlain of Berwick.--S.
+
+123. Fenwick of Wallington, a powerful Northumbrian chief.--S.
+
+128. Sir Cuthbert Collingwood of Esslington, Sheriff of Northumberland,
+the 10th and 20th of Elizabeth.--S.
+
+129. The Shaftoes are an ancient family settled at Bavington, in
+Northumberland, since the time of Edward I.--S.
+
+132. An ancient family on the Borders. The Laird of Mowe here mentioned
+was the only gentleman of note killed in the skirmish on the Scottish
+side.--S.
+
+136. Graden, a family of Kers.--S.
+
+139. Douglas of Beanjeddart, an ancient branch of the house of Cavers,
+possessing property near the junction of the Jed and Teviot.
+_Hundlie._--Rutherford of Hundlie, or Hundalee, situated on the Jed
+above Jedburgh. _Hunthill._--The old tower of Hunthill was situated
+about a mile above Jedburgh. It was the patrimony of an ancient family
+of Rutherfords. I suppose the person, here meant, to be the same who is
+renowned in tradition by the name of the _Cock of Hunthill_.--S.
+
+146. Sir Andrew Turnbull of Bedrule, upon Rule Water.--S.
+
+149. An ancient family of Rutherfords; I believe, indeed, the most
+ancient now extant.--S.
+
+150. The parish of Kirktoun belonged, I believe, about this time, to a
+branch of the Cavers family; but Kirkton of Stewartfield is mentioned in
+the list of Border clans in 1597. _Newton._--This is probably Grinyslaw
+of Little Newton, mentioned in the said roll of Border clans.--S.
+
+
+
+
+THE DEATH OF PARCY REED.
+
+
+Taken down from the recitation of an old woman, and first published
+(certainly not without what are called "improvements") in Richardson's
+_Borderer's Table Book_, vol. vii. p. 364, with an introduction by Mr.
+Robert White, which we here abridge.
+
+Percival or Parcy Reed, was proprietor of Troughend, a tract of land in
+Redesdale, Northumberland, a man of courage and devoted to the chase.
+Having been appointed warden of the district, he had the misfortune in
+the discharge of his duties, to offend a family of the name of Hall, who
+were owners of the farm of Girsonsfield, and also to incur the enmity of
+a band of moss-troopers, Crosier by name, some of whom had been brought
+to justice by his hands. The Halls concealed their resentment until they
+were able to contrive an opportunity for taking a safe revenge. In
+pursuance of this design, they requested Reed to join them on a hunting
+party. Their invitation was unsuspiciously accepted, and after a day of
+sport the company retired to a solitary hut in the lonely glen of
+Batinghope. Here Reed was attacked in the evening by the Crosiers, and
+as the Halls not only refused their assistance, but had treacherously
+deprived him of the means of defence by rendering his sword and gun
+unserviceable, he fell an easy victim to his savage foes.
+
+It is probable that we cannot assign to the event on which this piece is
+founded, a date later than the sixteenth century.
+
+The story of Parcy Reed is alluded to in _Rokeby_, canto first, XX.; Sir
+Walter Scott has also taken the death of his dog Keeldar as the subject
+of a poem contributed to Hood's annual, _The Gem_, for 1829.
+
+
+ God send the land deliverance
+ Frae every reaving, riding Scot;
+ We'll sune hae neither cow nor ewe,
+ We'll sune hae neither staig nor stot.
+
+ The outlaws come frae Liddesdale, 5
+ They herry Redesdale far and near;
+ The rich man's gelding it maun gang,
+ They canna pass the puir man's mear.
+
+ Sure it were weel, had ilka thief
+ Around his neck a halter strang; 10
+ And curses heavy may they light
+ On traitors vile oursels amang.
+
+ Now Parcy Reed has Crosier ta'en,
+ He has delivered him to the law;
+ But Crosier says he'll do waur than that, 15
+ He'll make the tower o' Troughend fa'.
+
+ And Crosier says he will do waur--
+ He will do waur if waur can be;
+ He'll make the bairns a' fatherless;
+ And then, the land it may lie lee. 20
+
+ "To the hunting, ho!" cried Parcy Reed,
+ "The morning sun is on the dew;
+ The cauler breeze frae off the fells
+ Will lead the dogs to the quarry true.
+
+ "To the hunting, ho!" cried Parcy Reed, 25
+ And to the hunting he has gane;
+ And the three fause Ha's o' Girsonsfield
+ Alang wi' him he has them ta'en.
+
+ They hunted high, they hunted low,
+ By heathery hill and birken shaw; 30
+ They raised a buck on Rooken Edge,
+ And blew the mort at fair Ealylawe.
+
+ They hunted high, they hunted low,
+ They made the echoes ring amain;
+ With music sweet o' horn and hound, 35
+ They merry made fair Redesdale glen.
+
+ They hunted high, they hunted low,
+ They hunted up, they hunted down,
+ Until the day was past the prime,
+ And it grew late in the afternoon. 40
+
+ They hunted high in Batinghope,
+ When as the sun was sinking low,
+ Says Parcy then, "Ca' off the dogs,
+ We'll bait our steeds and homeward go."
+
+ They lighted high in Batinghope, 45
+ Atween the brown and benty ground;
+ They had but rested a little while,
+ Till Parcy Reed was sleeping sound.
+
+ There's nane may lean on a rotten staff,
+ But him that risks to get a fa'; 50
+ There's nane may in a traitor trust,
+ And traitors black were every Ha'.
+
+ They've stown the bridle off his steed,
+ And they've put water in his lang gun;
+ They've fixed his sword within the sheath, 55
+ That out again it winna come.
+
+ "Awaken ye, waken ye, Parcy Reed,
+ Or by your enemies be ta'en;
+ For yonder are the five Crosiers
+ A-coming owre the Hingin-stane." 60
+
+ "If they be five, and we be four,
+ Sae that ye stand alang wi' me,
+ Then every man ye will take one,
+ And only leave but two to me:
+ We will them meet as brave men ought, 65
+ And make them either fight or flee."
+
+ "We mayna stand, we canna stand,
+ We daurna stand alang wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+ And they wad kill baith thee and we." 70
+
+ "O, turn thee, turn thee, Johnie Ha',
+ O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+ When ye come to Troughend again,
+ My gude black naig I will gie thee;
+ He cost full twenty pound o' gowd, 75
+ Atween my brother John and me."
+
+ "I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+ I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+ And they wad kill baith thee and me." 80
+
+ "O, turn thee, turn thee, Willie Ha',
+ O, turn thee, man, and fight wi' me;
+ When ye come to Troughend again,
+ A yoke o' owsen I'll gie thee."
+
+ "I mayna turn, I canna turn, 85
+ I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud,
+ And they wad kill baith thee and me."
+
+ "O, turn thee, turn thee, Tommy Ha',
+ O, turn now, man, and fight wi' me; 90
+ If ever we come to Troughend again,
+ My daughter Jean I'll gie to thee."
+
+ "I mayna turn, I canna turn,
+ I daurna turn and fight wi' thee;
+ The Crosiers haud thee at a feud, 95
+ And they wad kill baith thee and me."
+
+ "O, shame upon ye, traitors a'!
+ I wish your hames ye may never see;
+ Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+ And I can neither fight nor flee. 100
+
+ "Ye've stown the bridle off my naig,
+ And ye've put water i' my lang gun;
+ Ye've fixed my sword within the sheath,
+ That out again it winna come."
+
+ He had but time to cross himsel', 105
+ A prayer he hadna time to say,
+ Till round him came the Crosiers keen,
+ All riding graithed, and in array.
+
+ "Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed,
+ Thou art the very man we sought; 110
+ Owre lang hae we been in your debt,
+ Now will we pay you as we ought.
+
+ "We'll pay thee at the nearest tree,
+ Where we shall hang thee like a hound;"
+ Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword, 115
+ And fell'd the foremost to the ground.
+
+ Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed,
+ Alake, he was an unarmed man;
+ Four weapons pierced him all at once,
+ As they assailed him there and than. 120
+
+ They fell upon him all at once,
+ They mangled him most cruellie;
+ The slightest wound might caused his deid,
+ And they have gi'en him thirty-three.
+ They hacket off his hands and feet, 125
+ And left him lying on the lee.
+
+ "Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt,
+ Ye canna weel dispute the tale,"
+ The Crosiers said, and off they rade--
+ They rade the airt o' Liddesdale. 130
+
+ It was the hour o' gloamin' gray,
+ When herds come in frae fauld and pen;
+ A herd he saw a huntsman lie,
+ Says he, "Can this be Laird Troughen'?"
+
+ "There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, 135
+ And some will ca' me Laird Troughen';
+ It's little matter what they ca' me,
+ My faes hae made me ill to ken.
+
+ "There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+ And speak my praise in tower and town; 140
+ It's little matter what they do now,
+ My life-blood rudds the heather brown.
+
+ "There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed,
+ And a' my virtues say and sing;
+ I would much rather have just now 145
+ A draught o' water frae the spring!"
+
+ The herd flung aff his clouted shoon,
+ And to the nearest fountain ran;
+ He made his bonnet serve a cup,
+ And wan the blessing o' the dying man. 150
+
+ "Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair,--
+ Ye maun do mair as I ye tell;
+ Ye maun bear tidings to Troughend,
+ And bear likewise my last farewell.
+
+ "A farewell to my wedded wife, 155
+ A farewell to my brother John,
+ Wha sits into the Troughend tower,
+ Wi' heart as black as any stone.
+
+ "A farewell to my daughter Jean,
+ A farewell to my young sons five; 160
+ Had they been at their father's hand,
+ I had this night been man alive.
+
+ "A farewell to my followers a',
+ And a' my neighbours gude at need;
+ Bid them think how the treacherous Ha's 165
+ Betrayed the life o' Parcy Reed.
+
+ "The laird o' Clennel bears my bow,
+ The laird o' Brandon bears my brand;
+ Whene'er they ride i' the border side,
+ They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend." 170
+
+
+
+
+CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O' GORDON.
+
+
+"This ballad is founded upon a real event, which took place in the north
+of Scotland in the year 1571, during the struggles between the party
+which held out for the imprisoned Queen Mary, and that which endeavoured
+to maintain the authority of her infant son, James VI. The person
+designated Edom o' Gordon was Adam Gordon of Auchindown, brother of the
+Marquis of Huntly, and his deputy as lieutenant of the north of Scotland
+for the Queen. This gentleman committed many acts of oppression on the
+clan Forbes, under colour of the Queen's authority, and in one collision
+with that family, killed Arthur, brother to Lord Forbes. He afterwards
+sent a party under one Captain Car, or Ker, to reduce the house of
+Towie, one of the chief seats of the name of Forbes. The proprietor of
+the mansion being from home, his lady, who was pregnant at the time,
+confiding too much in her sex and condition, not only refused to
+surrender, but gave Car some very opprobrious language over the walls,
+which irritated him so much that he set fire to the house, and burnt the
+whole inmates, amounting in all to thirty-seven persons. As Gordon never
+cashiered Car for this inhuman action, he was held by the public voice
+to be equally guilty, and accordingly [in one of the versions of the
+ballad] he is represented as the principal actor himself." (CHAMBERS's
+_Scottish Ballads_, p. 67.) It appears that the Forbeses afterwards
+attempted to assassinate Adam Gordon in the streets of Paris. See more
+of this Captain Ker under _The Battell of Balrinnes_, in the next
+volume.
+
+The ballad was first printed by the Foulises at Glasgow, 1755, under the
+title of _Edom of Gordon_, as taken down by Sir David Dalrymple from the
+recitation of a lady. It was inserted in the _Reliques_, (i. 122,)
+"improved and enlarged," (or, as Ritson more correctly expresses the
+fact, "interpolated and corrupted,") by several stanzas from a fragment
+in Percy's manuscript, called _Captain Adam Carre_. Ritson published the
+following genuine and ancient copy, (_Ancient Songs_, ii. 38,) from a
+collection in the Cotton Library. He states that his MS. had received
+numerous alterations or corrections, all or most of which, as being
+evidently for the better, he had adopted into the text. We have added a
+copy of _Edom o' Gordon_ given in Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, and in the
+Appendix an inferior version of the story, called _Loudoun Castle_.
+
+The names vary considerably in the different versions of this piece. The
+castle of Towie, or the house of Rothes, is here called the castle of
+Crecrynbroghe, in Percy's manuscript the castle of Brittonsborrow, and
+in the copy in the Appendix the locality is changed to Loudoun castle in
+Ayrshire. In like manner, Alexander Forbes is here turned into Lord
+Hamleton, and Captain Car is now called the lord of Easter-town and
+again the lord of Westerton-town.
+
+In the _Gentleman's Magazine_, vol. xci. Part 1, p. 451, will be found a
+modern ballad styled _Adam Gordon_, founded on the adventure of the
+freebooter of that name with Edward the First. Another on the same
+subject is given in Evans's _Old Ballads_, iv. 86.
+
+ It befell at Martynmas
+ When wether waxed colde,
+ Captaine Care saide to his men,
+ "We must go take a holde."
+
+ "Haille, master, and wether you will, 5
+ And wether ye like it best."
+ "To the castle of Crecrynbroghe;
+ And there we will take our reste.
+
+ "I knowe wher is a gay castle,
+ Is build of lyme and stone, 10
+ Within 'there' is a gay ladie,
+ Her lord is ryd from hom."
+
+ The ladie lend on her castle-walle,
+ She loked upp and downe;
+ There was she ware of an host of men, 15
+ Come riding to the towne.
+
+ "Come yow hether, my meri men all,
+ And look what I do see;
+ Yonder is ther an host of men,
+ I musen who they bee." 20
+
+ She thought he had been her own wed lord,
+ That had comd riding home;
+ Then was it traitour Captaine Care,
+ The lord of Ester-towne.
+
+ They were no soner at supper sett, 25
+ Then after said the grace,
+ Or captaine Care and all his men
+ Wer lighte aboute the place.
+
+ "Gyve over thi howsse, thou lady gay,
+ And I will make the a bande; 30
+ To-nighte thoust ly wythin my arm,
+ To-morrowe thou shall ere my lan[de]."
+
+ Then bespacke the eldest sonne,
+ That was both whitt and redde,
+ "O mother dere, geve over your howsse, 35
+ Or elles we shal be deade."
+
+ "I will not geve over my hous," she saithe,
+ "Not for feare of my lyffe;
+ It shal be talked throughout the land,
+ The slaughter of a wyffe. 40
+
+ "Fetch me my pestilett,
+ And charge me my gonne,
+ That I may shott at the bloddy butcher,
+ The lord of Easter-towne."
+
+ She styfly stod on her castle-wall, 45
+ And lett the pellettes flee,
+ She myst the blody bucher,
+ And slew other three.
+
+ "I will not geve over my hous," she saithe,
+ "Netheir for lord nor lowne, 50
+ Nor yet for traitour Captaine Care,
+ The lord of Easter-towne.
+
+ "I desire of Captaine Care,
+ And all his bloddye band,
+ That he would save my eldest sonne, 55
+ The eare of all my lande."
+
+ "Lap him in a shete," he sayth,
+ "And let him downe to me,
+ And I shall take him in my armes,
+ His waran wyll I be." 60
+
+ The captayne sayd unto himselfe,
+ Wyth sped before the rest;
+ He cut his tonge out of his head,
+ His hart out of his brest.
+
+ He lapt them in a handerchef, 65
+ And knet it of knotes three,
+ And cast them over the castell-wall
+ At that gay ladye.
+
+ "Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,
+ And all thy bloddy band, 70
+ For thou hast slayne my eldest sonne,
+ The ayre of all my land."
+
+ Then bespake the yongest sonn,
+ That sat on the nurses knee,
+ Sayth, "Mother gay, geve ower your house, 75
+ [The smoke] it smoldereth me."
+
+ "I wold geve my gold," she saith,
+ "And so I wolde my fee,
+ For a blaste of the wesleyn wind
+ To dryve the smoke from thee. 80
+
+ "Fy upon thee, John Hamleton,
+ That ever I paid th['e] hyre,
+ For thou hast broken my castle-wall,
+ And kyndled in [it] the fyre."[L84]
+
+ The lady gate to her close parler, 85
+ The fire fell aboute her head;
+ She toke up her children thre,
+ Seth, "Babes, we are all dead."
+
+ Then bespake the hye steward,
+ That is of hye degree; 90
+ Saith, "Ladie gay, you are no 'bote,'
+ Wethere ye fighte or flee."
+
+ Lord Hamleton dremd in his dreame,
+ In Carvall where he laye,
+ His halle 'was' all of fyre, 95
+ His ladie slayne or daye.
+
+ "Busk and bowne, my merry men all,
+ Even and go ye with me,
+ For I 'dremd' that my hall was on fyre
+ My lady slayne or day." 100
+
+ He buskt him and bownd him,
+ And like a worthi knighte,
+ And when he saw his hall burning,
+ His harte was no dele lighte.
+
+ He sett a trumpett till his mouth, 105
+ He blew as it plesd his grace;
+ Twenty score of Hambletons
+ Was light aboute the place.
+
+ "Had I knowne as much yesternighte
+ As I do to-daye, 110
+ Captaine Care and all his men
+ Should not have gone so quite [awaye.]
+
+ "Fye upon thee, Captaine Care,
+ And all thy blody 'bande;'
+ Thou hast slayne my lady gaye, 115
+ More worth then all thy lande.
+
+ "Yf thou had ought eny ill will," he saith,
+ "Thou shoulde have taken my lyffe,
+ And have saved my children thre,
+ All and my lovesome wyffe." 120
+
+84, thee.
+
+
+
+
+EDOM O' GORDON.
+
+
+From Ritson's _Scottish Songs_, ii. 17. We presume this is the ballad
+printed by the Foulises.
+
+ It fell about the Martinmas,
+ Quhen the wind blew schrile and cauld,
+ Said Edom o' Gordon to his men,
+ "We maun draw to a hauld.
+
+ "And what an a hauld sall we draw to, 5
+ My merry men and me?
+ We will gae to the house of the Rodes,
+ To see that fair ladie."
+
+ She had nae sooner busket hersell,
+ Nor putten on her gown, 10
+ Till Edom o' Gordon and his men
+ Were round about the town.
+
+ They had nae sooner sitten down,
+ Nor sooner said the grace,
+ Till Edom o' Gordon and his men 15
+ Were closed about the place.
+
+ The lady ran up to her tower head,
+ As fast as she could drie,
+ To see if by her fair speeches,
+ She could with him agree. 20
+
+ As soon as he saw the lady fair,
+ And hir yates all locked fast,
+ He fell into a rage of wrath,
+ And his heart was aghast.[L24]
+
+ "Cum down to me, ze lady fair, 25
+ Cum down to me, let's see;
+ This night ze's ly by my ain side,
+ The morn my bride sall be."
+
+ "I winnae cum down, ye fals Gordon,
+ I winnae cum down to thee; 30
+ I winnae forsake my ane dear lord
+ That is sae far frae me."
+
+ "Gi up your house, ze fair lady,
+ Gi up your house to me,
+ Or I will burn zoursel therein, 35
+ Bot you and zour babies three."
+
+ "I winna gie up, zou fals Gordon,
+ To nae sik traitor as thee,
+ Tho' zou should burn mysel therein,
+ Bot and my babies three." 40
+
+ "Set fire to the house," quoth fals Gordon,
+ "Sin better may nae bee;
+ And I will burn hersel therein,
+ Bot and her babies three."
+
+ "And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man, 45
+ I paid ze weil zour fee;
+ Why pow ze out my ground wa' stane,
+ Lets in the reek to me?
+
+ "And ein wae worth ze, Jock my man,
+ For I paid zou weil zour hire; 50
+ Why pow ze out my ground wa' stane,
+ To me lets in the fire?"
+
+ "Ye paid me weil my hire, lady,
+ Ye paid me weil my fee,
+ But now I'm Edom of Gordon's man, 55
+ Maun either do or die."
+
+ O then bespake her zoungest son,
+ Sat on the nurses knee,
+ "Dear mother, gie owre your house," he says,
+ "For the reek it worries me." 60
+
+ "I winnae gie up my house, my dear,
+ To nae sik traitor as he;
+ Cum well, cum wae, my jewels fair,
+ Ye maun tak share wi me."
+
+ O then bespake her dochter dear, 65
+ She was baith jimp and sma,
+ "O row me in a pair o' shiets,
+ And tow me owre the wa."
+
+ They rowd her in a pair of shiets,
+ And towd her owre the wa, 70
+ But, on the point of Edom's speir,
+ She gat a deadly fa'.
+
+ O bonny, bonny, was hir mouth,
+ And chirry were her cheiks,
+ And clear, clear was hir zellow hair, 75
+ Whereon the reid bluid dreips.
+
+ Then wi his speir he turn'd hir owr,
+ O gin hir face was wan!
+ He said, "Zou are the first that eer
+ I wisht alive again." 80
+
+ He turn'd her owr and owr again;
+ O gin hir skin was whyte!
+ He said, "I might ha spard thy life,
+ To been some mans delyte."
+
+ "Busk and boon, my merry men all, 85
+ For ill dooms I do guess;
+ I cannae luik in that bonny face,
+ As it lyes on the grass."
+
+ "Them luiks to freits, my master deir,
+ Their freits will follow them;[L90] 90
+ Let it neir be said brave Edom o' Gordon
+ Was daunted with a dame."
+
+ O then he spied hir ain deir lord,
+ As he came owr the lee;
+ He saw his castle in a fire, 95
+ As far as he could see.
+
+ "Put on, put on, my mighty men,[L97]
+ As fast as ze can drie,
+ For he that's hindmost of my men,
+ Sall neir get guid o' me." 100
+
+ And some they raid, and some they ran,
+ Fu fast out owr the plain,
+ But lang, lang, eer he coud get up,
+ They were a' deid and slain.
+
+ But mony were the mudie men 105
+ Lay gasping on the grien;
+ For o' fifty men that Edom brought out
+ There were but five ged heme.
+
+ And mony were the mudie men
+ Lay gasping on the grien, 110
+ And mony were the fair ladys
+ Lay lemanless at heme.
+
+ And round and round the waes he went,
+ Their ashes for to view;
+ At last into the flames he flew, 115
+ And bad the world adieu.
+
+24. heart, _pronounced_ hearrut.
+
+90. Then.
+
+97. _Qy._ wight yemen?
+
+
+
+
+WILLIE MACKINTOSH, OR, THE BURNING OF AUCHINDOWN.
+
+
+These fragments appear to relate to the burning of Auchindown, a castle
+belonging to the Gordons, in vengeance for the death of William
+Mackintosh of the clan Chattan, which is said to have occurred at the
+castle of the Earl of Huntly. The event is placed in the year 1592.
+After the Mackintoshes had executed their revenge, they were pursued by
+the Gordons, and overtaken in the Stapler, where "sixty of the clan
+Chattan were killed, and Willie Mackintosh, their leader, wounded." So
+says the not very trustworthy editor of the _Thistle of Scotland_.
+
+Another fragment of four stanzas (containing nothing additional), is
+given by Whitelaw, _Book of Scottish Ballads_, p. 248.
+
+
+I.
+
+From Finlay's _Scottish Ballads_, ii. 97.
+
+ As I came in by Fiddich-side,
+ In a May morning,
+ I met Willie Mackintosh
+ An hour before the dawning.
+
+ "Turn again, turn again, 5
+ Turn again, I bid ye;
+ If ye burn Auchindown,
+ Huntly he will head ye."
+
+ "Head me, hang me,
+ That sall never fear me; 10
+ I'll burn Auchindown
+ Before the life leaves me."
+
+ As I came in by Auchindown,
+ In a May morning,
+ Auchindown was in a bleeze, 15
+ An hour before the dawning.
+ * * * * *
+
+ "Crawing, crawing,
+ For my crowse crawing,
+ I lost the best feather i' my wing,
+ For my crowse crawing." 20
+
+
+II.
+
+From _The Thistle of Scotland_, p. 106.
+
+ "Turn, Willie Mackintosh,
+ Turn, I bid you,
+ Gin ye burn Auchindown,
+ Huntly will head you."
+
+ "Head me, or hang me, 5
+ That canna fley me,
+ I'll burn Auchindown,
+ Ere the life lea' me."
+
+ Coming down Dee-side
+ In a clear morning, 10
+ Auchindown was in a flame,
+ Ere the cock crawing.
+
+ But coming o'er Cairn Croom,
+ And looking down, man,
+ I saw Willie Mackintosh 15
+ Burn Auchindown, man.
+
+ "Bonny Willie Mackintosh,
+ Whare left ye your men?"
+ "I left them in the Stapler,
+ But they'll never come hame." 20
+
+ "Bonny Willie Mackintosh,
+ Where now is your men?"
+ "I left them in the Stapler,
+ Sleeping in their sheen."
+
+
+
+
+LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 199.
+
+
+"A. D. 1585, John Lord Maxwell, or, as he styled himself, Earl of
+Morton, having quarrelled with the Earl of Arran, reigning favourite of
+James VI., and fallen, of course, under the displeasure of the court,
+was denounced rebel. A commission was also given to the Laird of
+Johnstone, then Warden of the West Marches, to pursue and apprehend the
+ancient rival and enemy of his house. Two bands of mercenaries,
+commanded by Captains Cranstoun and Lammie, who were sent from Edinburgh
+to support Johnstone, were attacked and cut to pieces at Crawford-muir,
+by Robert Maxwell, natural brother to the chieftain; who, following up
+his advantage, burned Johnstone's Castle of Lochwood, observing, with
+savage glee, that he would give Lady Johnstone light enough by which 'to
+set her hood.' In a subsequent conflict, Johnstone himself was defeated,
+and made prisoner, and is said to have died of grief at the disgrace
+which he sustained.
+
+"By one of the revolutions, common in those days, Maxwell was soon after
+restored to the King's favour in his turn, and obtained the wardenry of
+the West Marches. A bond of alliance was subscribed by him, and by Sir
+James Johnstone, and for some time the two clans lived in harmony. In
+the year 1593, however, the hereditary feud was revived on the following
+occasion. A band of marauders, of the clan Johnstone, drove a prey of
+cattle from the lands belonging to the Lairds of Crichton, Sanquhar, and
+Drumlanrig; and defeated, with slaughter, the pursuers, who attempted to
+rescue their property.--[See _The Lads of Wamphray_, post, p. 168.] The
+injured parties, being apprehensive that Maxwell would not cordially
+embrace their cause, on account of his late reconciliation with the
+Johnstones, endeavoured to overcome his reluctance, by offering to enter
+into bonds of manrent, and so to become his followers and liegemen; he,
+on the other hand, granting to them a bond of maintenance, or
+protection, by which he bound himself, in usual form, to maintain their
+quarrel against all mortals, saving his loyalty. Thus, the most powerful
+and respectable families in Dumfriesshire, became, for a time, the
+vassals of Lord Maxwell. This secret alliance was discovered to Sir
+James Johnstone by the Laird of Cummertrees, one of his own clan, though
+a retainer to Maxwell. Cummertrees even contrived to possess himself of
+the bonds of manrent, which he delivered to his chief. The petty warfare
+betwixt the rival barons was instantly renewed. Buccleuch, a near
+relation of Johnstone, came to his assistance with his clan, 'the most
+renowned freebooters, [says a historian,] the fiercest and bravest
+warriors among the Border tribes.' With Buccleuch also came the Elliots,
+Armstrongs, and Gr[ae]mes. Thus reinforced, Johnstone surprised and cut
+to pieces a party of the Maxwells, stationed at Lochmaben. On the other
+hand, Lord Maxwell, armed with the royal authority, and numbering among
+his followers all the barons of Nithsdale, displayed his banner as the
+King's lieutenant, and invaded Annandale at the head of two thousand
+men. In those days, however, the royal auspices seem to have carried as
+little good fortune as effective strength with them. A desperate
+conflict, still renowned in tradition, took place at the Dryffe Sands,
+not far from Lockerby, in which Johnstone, although inferior in numbers,
+partly by his own conduct, partly by the valour of his allies, gained a
+decisive victory. Lord Maxwell, a tall man, and heavily armed, was
+struck from his horse in the flight, and cruelly slain, after the hand,
+which he stretched out for quarter, had been severed from his body. Many
+of his followers were slain in the battle, and many cruelly wounded,
+especially by slashes in the face, which wound was thence termed a
+'Lockerby lick.' The Barons of Lag, Closeburn, and Drumlanrig, escaped
+by the fleetness of their horses; a circumstance alluded to in the
+following ballad.
+
+"John, Lord Maxwell, with whose 'Goodnight' the reader is here
+presented, was son to him who fell at the battle of Dryffe Sands, and
+is said to have early avowed the deepest revenge for his father's death.
+Such, indeed, was the fiery and untameable spirit of the man, that
+neither the threats nor entreaties of the King himself could make him
+lay aside his vindictive purpose; although Johnstone, the object of his
+resentment, had not only reconciled himself to the court, but even
+obtained the wardenry of the Middle Marches, in room of Sir John
+Carmichael, murdered by the Armstrongs. Lord Maxwell was therefore
+prohibited to approach the Border counties; and having, in contempt of
+that mandate, excited new disturbances, he was confined in the castle of
+Edinburgh. From this fortress, however, he contrived to make his escape;
+and, having repaired to Dumfriesshire, he sought an amicable interview
+with Johnstone, under a pretence of a wish to accommodate their
+differences. Sir Robert Maxwell, of Orchardstane, (mentioned in the
+ballad, verse 1,) who was married to a sister of Sir James Johnstone,
+persuaded his brother-in-law to accede to Maxwell's proposal."
+
+So far Sir Walter Scott. The meeting took place on the 6th of April,
+1608, in the presence of Sir Robert Maxwell, each party being
+accompanied by a single follower. While the chieftains were conferring
+together, Charles Maxwell, the attendant of Lord John, maliciously began
+an altercation with the servant of Johnstone, and shot him with a
+pistol, and Sir James, looking round at the report, was himself shot by
+Lord Maxwell in the back with two poisoned bullets.
+
+The murderer escaped to France, but afterwards venturing to return to
+Scotland, was apprehended, brought to trial at Edinburgh, and beheaded
+on the 21st of May, 1613. We may naturally suppose that the _Goodnight_
+was composed shortly after Lord Maxwell fled across the seas, certainly
+before 1613.
+
+This ballad was first printed in the _Border Minstrelsy_ "from a copy in
+Glenriddel's MSS., with some slight variations from tradition."
+
+
+ "Adieu, madame, my mother dear,
+ But and my sisters three!
+ Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane!
+ My heart is wae for thee.
+ Adieu, the lily and the rose, 5
+ The primrose fair to see!
+ Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!
+ For I may not stay with thee.
+
+ "Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone,
+ What care I for their feid? 10
+ My noble mind their wrath disdains,--
+ He was my father's deid.
+ Both night and day I labour'd oft
+ Of him avenged to be;
+ But now I've got what lang I sought, 15
+ And I may not stay with thee.
+
+ "Adieu, Drumlanrig! false wert aye--
+ And Closeburn in a band!
+ The Laird of Lag, frae my father that fled,
+ When the Johnston struck aff his hand! 20
+ They were three brethren in a band--
+ Joy may they never see!
+ Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart,
+ Has twined my love and me.
+
+ "Adieu, Dumfries, my proper place, 25
+ But and Carlaverock fair!
+ Adieu, my castle of the Thrieve,
+ Wi' a' my buildings there!
+ Adieu, Lochmaben's gate sae fair,
+ The Langholm-holm, where birks there be! 30
+ Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!
+ For, trust me, I may not stay wi' thee.
+
+ "Adieu, fair Eskdale, up and down,
+ Where my puir friends do dwell!
+ The bangisters will ding them down, 35
+ And will them sair compell.
+ But I'll avenge their feid mysell,
+ When I come o'er the sea;
+ Adieu, my ladye, and only joy!
+ For I may not stay wi' thee." 40
+
+ "Lord of the land,"--that ladye said,
+ "O wad ye go wi' me,
+ Unto my brother's stately tower,
+ Where safest ye may be!
+ There Hamiltons, and Douglas baith, 45
+ Shall rise to succour thee."
+ "Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame,
+ But I may not stay wi' thee."
+
+ Then he tuik aff a gay gold ring,
+ Thereat hang signets three; 50
+ "Hae, tak thee that, mine ain dear thing,
+ And still hae mind o' me:
+ But if thou take another lord,
+ Ere I come ower the sea--
+ His life is but a three days' lease, 55
+ Though I may not stay wi' thee."
+
+ The wind was fair, the ship was clear,
+ That good lord went away;
+ And most part of his friends were there,
+ To give him a fair convey. 60
+ They drank the wine, they didna spair,
+ Even in that gude lord's sight--
+ Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray,
+ And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his Goodnight.
+
+
+
+
+THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY
+
+_Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, ii. 148.
+
+
+"The reader will find, prefixed to the foregoing ballad, an account of
+the noted feud betwixt the families of Maxwell and Johnstone. The
+following song celebrates the skirmish, in 1593, betwixt the Johnstones
+and Crichtons, which led to the revival of the ancient quarrel betwixt
+Johnstone and Maxwell, and finally to the battle of Dryffe Sands, in
+which the latter lost his life. Wamphray is the name of a parish in
+Annandale. Lethenhall was the abode of Johnstone of Wamphray, and
+continued to be so till of late years. William Johnstone of Wamphray,
+called the Galliard, was a noted freebooter. A place, near the head of
+Teviotdale, retains the name of the Galliard's Faulds, (folds,) being a
+valley, where he used to secrete and divide his spoil, with his
+Liddesdale and Eskdale associates. His _nom de guerre_ seems to have
+been derived from the dance called the Galliard. The word is still used
+in Scotland, to express an active, gay, dissipated character. Willie of
+the Kirkhill, nephew to the Galliard, and his avenger, was also a noted
+Border robber. Previous to the battle of Dryffe Sands, so often
+mentioned, tradition reports, that Maxwell had offered a ten-pound-land
+to any of his party, who should bring him the head or hand of the Laird
+of Johnstone. This being reported to his antagonist, he answered, he had
+not a ten-pound-land to offer, but would give a five-merk-land to the
+man who should that day cut off the head or hand of Lord Maxwell. Willie
+of the Kirkhill, mounted upon a young grey horse, rushed upon the enemy,
+and earned the reward, by striking down their unfortunate chieftain, and
+cutting off his right hand."--SCOTT.
+
+
+ 'Twixt Girth-head and the Langwood end,[L1]
+ Lived the Galliard, and the Galliard's men,
+ But and the lads of Leverhay,
+ That drove the Crichton's gear away.
+
+ It is the lads of Lethenha', 5
+ The greatest rogues amang them a';
+ But and the lads of Stefenbiggin,
+ They broke the house in at the rigging.
+
+ The lads of Fingland, and Helbeck-hill,
+ They were never for good, but aye for ill; 10
+ 'Twixt the Staywood-bush and Langside-hill,
+ They steal'd the broked cow and the branded bull.
+
+ It is the lads of the Girth-head,
+ The deil's in them for pride and greed;
+ For the Galliard, and the gay Galliard's men, 15
+ They ne'er saw a horse but they made it their ain.
+
+ The Galliard to Nithsdale is gane,
+ To steal Sim Crichton's winsome dun;
+ The Galliard is unto the stable gane,
+ But instead of the dun, the blind he has ta'en. 20
+
+ "Now Simmy, Simmy of the Side,
+ Come out and see a Johnstone ride!
+ Here's the bonniest horse in a' Nithside,
+ And a gentle Johnstone aboon his hide."
+
+ Simmy Crichton's mounted then, 25
+ And Crichtons has raised mony a ane;
+ The Galliard trow'd his horse had been wight,
+ But the Crichtons beat him out o' sight.
+
+ As soon as the Galliard the Crichton saw,
+ Behind the saugh-bush he did draw; 30
+ And there the Crichtons the Galliard hae ta'en,
+ And nane wi' him but Willie alane.
+
+ "O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,
+ And I'll never mair do a Crichton wrang!
+ O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be, 35
+ And a peck o' gowd I'll give to thee!
+
+ "O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,
+ And my wife shall heap it with her hand!"
+ But the Crichtons wadna let the Galliard be,
+ But they hang'd him hie upon a tree. 40
+
+ O think then Willie he was right wae,
+ When he saw his uncle guided sae;
+ "But if ever I live Wamphray to see,
+ My uncle's death avenged shall be!"
+
+ Back to Wamphray he is gane, 45
+ And riders has raised mony a ane;
+ Saying--"My lads, if ye'll be true,
+ Ye shall a' be clad in the noble blue."
+
+ Back to Nithsdale they have gane,
+ And awa' the Crichtons' nowt hae ta'en; 50
+ But when they cam to the Wellpath-head,[L51]
+ The Crichtons bade them light and lead.
+
+ And when they cam to the Biddes-burn,
+ The Crichtons bade them stand and turn;
+ And when they cam to the Biddes-strand, 55
+ The Crichtons they were hard at hand.
+
+ But when they cam to the Biddes-law,
+ The Johnstones bade them stand and draw;
+ "We've done nae ill, we'll thole nae wrang,
+ But back to Wamphray we will gang." 60
+
+ And out spoke Willie of the Kirkhill,
+ "Of fighting, lads, ye'se hae your fill;"
+ And from his horse Willie he lap,
+ And a burnish'd brand in his hand he gat.
+
+ Out through the Crichtons Willie he ran, 65
+ And dang them down baith horse and man;
+ O but the Johnstones were wondrous rude,
+ When the Biddes-burn ran three days blood!
+
+ "Now, sirs, we have done a noble deed,--
+ We have revenged the Galliard's bleid; 70
+ For every finger of the Galliard's hand,
+ I vow this day I've kill'd a man."
+
+ As they cam in at Evan-head,
+ At Ricklaw-holm they spread abread;[L74]
+ "Drive on, my lads! it will be late; 75
+ We'll hae a pint at Wamphray gate.
+
+ "For where'er I gang, or e'er I ride,
+ The lads of Wamphray are on my side;
+ And of a' the lads that I do ken,
+ A Wamphray lad's the king of men." 80
+
+1-7. Leverhay, Stefenbiggin, Girth-head, &c., are all situated in the
+parish of Wamphray.--S.
+
+51-53. The Wellpath is a pass by which the Johnstones were retreating to
+their fastnesses in Annandale. The Biddes-burn, where the skirmish took
+place betwixt the Johnstones and their pursuers, is a rivulet which
+takes its course among the mountains on the confines of Nithesdale and
+Annandale.--S.
+
+74-76. Ricklaw-holm is a place upon the Evan-water, which falls into the
+Annan, below Moffat. Wamphray-gate was in those days an alehouse.--S.
+
+
+
+
+THE FIRE OF FRENDRAUGHT.
+
+From Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p. 161.
+
+
+"A mortal feud having arisen between the Laird of Frendraught [Sir James
+Chrichton] and the Laird of Rothiemay [William Gordon], both gentlemen
+of Banffshire, a rencontre took place, at which the retainers of both
+were present, on the 1st of January, 1630; when Rothiemay was killed,
+and several persons hurt on both sides. To stanch this bloody quarrel,
+the Marquis of Huntly, who was chief to both parties, and who had
+therefore a right to act as arbiter between them, ordered Frendraught to
+pay fifty thousand merks to Rothiemay's widow. In the ensuing September,
+Frendraught fell into another quarrel, in the course of which James
+Lesly, son to Lesly of Pitcaple, was shot through the arm. Soon after
+the last incident, Frendraught, having paid a visit to the Marquis of
+Huntly at the Bog of Gight, the Laird of Pitcaple came up with thirty
+armed men, to demand atonement for the wound of his son. Huntly acted in
+this case with great discretion. Without permitting the two lairds to
+come to a conference, he endeavored to persuade the complaining party
+that Frendraught was in reality innocent of his son's wound; and, as
+Pitcaple went away vowing vengeance, he sent Frendraught home under a
+strong escort, which was commanded by his son, the Viscount Aboyne, and
+by the young Laird of Rothiemay, son to him whom Frendraught had killed
+some months before. The party reached Frendraught Castle without being
+attacked by Pitcaple; when, Aboyne and Rothiemay offering to take leave
+of Frendraught and his lady, in order to return home, they were
+earnestly entreated by these individuals to remain a night, and postpone
+their return till to-morrow. Being with difficulty prevailed upon, the
+young Viscount and Rothiemay were well entertained, and after supper
+went cheerfully to bed. To continue the narrative in the words of
+Spalding--"The Viscount was laid in an bed in the Old Tower going off
+the hall, and standing upon a vault, wherein there was ane round hole,
+devised of old, just under Aboyne's bed. Robert Gordon, his servitor,
+and English Will, his page, were both laid in the same chamber. The
+Laird of Rothiemay, with some servants beside him, was laid in another
+chamber just above Aboyne's chamber; and in another room above that
+chamber, were laid George Chalmers of Noth, and George Gordon, another
+of the Viscount's servants; with them also was laid Captain Rolloch,
+then in Frendraught's own company. All being thus at rest, about
+midnight that dolorous tower took fire in so sudden and furious a
+manner, yea, and in ane clap, that the noble Viscount, the Laird of
+Rothiemay, English Will, Colonel Wat, another of Aboyne's servants, and
+other two, being six in number, were cruelly burnt and tormented to the
+death, without help or relief; the Laird of Frendraught, his lady, and
+haill household looking on, without moving or stirring to deliver them
+from the fury of this fearful fire, as was reported. Robert Gordon,
+called Sutherland Gordon, being in the Viscount's chamber, escaped this
+fire with the life. George Chalmers and Captain Rolloch, being in the
+third room, escaped this fire also, and, as was said, Aboyne might have
+saved himself also if he would have gone out of doors, which he would
+not do, but suddenly ran up stairs to Rothiemay's chamber, and wakened
+him to rise; and as he is awakening him, the timber passage and lofting
+of the chamber hastily takes fire, so that none of them could win down
+stairs again; so they turned to a window looking to the close, where
+they piteously cried many times, "Help! help! for God's cause!" The
+Laird and Lady, with their servants, all seeing and hearing the woeful
+crying, made no help or manner of helping; which they perceiving, cried
+oftentimes mercy at God's hands for their sins; syne clasped in each
+other's arms, and cheerfully suffered their martyrdom. Thus died this
+noble Viscount, of singular expectation, Rothiemay, a brave youth, and
+the rest, by this doleful fire, never enough to be deplored, to the
+great grief and sorrow of their kin, parents, and hail common people,
+especially to the noble Marquis, who for his good will got this reward.
+No man can express the dolour of him and his lady, nor yet the grief of
+the Viscount's own dear lady, when it came to her ears, which she kept
+to her dying day, disdaining after the company of men all her life-time,
+following the love of the turtle dove.
+
+'It is reported that upon the morn after this woeful fire, the Lady
+Frendraught, daughter to the Earl of Sutherland, and near cousin to the
+Marquis, backed in a white plaid, and riding on a small nag, having a
+boy leading her horse, without any more in her company, in this pitiful
+manner she came weeping and mourning to the Bog, desiring entry to speak
+with my lord; but this was refused; so she returned back to her own
+house, the same gate she came, comfortless.'--SPALDING'S _History of the
+Troubles in Scotland_.
+
+"Suspicion formed two theories regarding the cause of the fire of
+Frendraught. The first was, that the Laird had wilfully set fire to the
+tower, for the purpose of destroying the young Laird of Rothiemay. The
+other was, that it originated in the revengeful feelings of the Laird of
+Pitcaple. In the first theory there is extremely little probability.
+First, it could not have been premeditated; because the circumstance of
+Frendraught being accompanied home that day by Aboyne and Rothiemay, was
+entirely accidental. In the second place, there was no reason for
+Frendraught being inclined to murder Rothiemay, except that he grudged
+the payment of the fifty thousand merks to his mother; while there was
+every reason for his being inclined rather to befriend a youth whom he
+had already injured by occasioning the death of his father. In the third
+place, all Frendraught's family papers, with much gold and silver, both
+in money and plate, were consumed in the fire. And, in the fourth
+place, it is extremely improbable that any man of his rank should commit
+so deliberate and so atrocious an act of villainy. On the other hand, it
+seems by no means improbable that Pitcaple should have caused fire to be
+set to his enemy's house; a mode of reprisal which had been practised in
+the same district of country, as we have already seen, by a gentleman of
+only the preceding age. Pitcaple's men, moreover, had been heard to
+declare an intention of attempting some such enterprise against
+Frendraught; as was proved on the trial of a gentleman of the name of
+Meldrum, who was apprehended, condemned, and executed, for his alleged
+accession to their conspiracy."--CHAMBERS'S _Scottish Ballads_, p. 85.
+
+This ballad was first printed in the _North Countrie Garland_, p. 4, and
+afterwards with a few slight corrections in Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_,
+having in both cases been furnished by Mr. C. K. Sharpe. The tragic
+story was celebrated by one Arthur Johnston, a contemporary scholar, in
+two Latin poems, the one entitled, _Querela Sophi[ae] Hay, domin[ae] de
+Melgeine, de morte mariti_, and the other, _De Johanne Gordonio,
+Vicecomite de Melgeine, el Johanne Gordonio de Rothemay, in arce
+Frendriaca combustis_ (Finlay, i. 67). In Herd's Collection (i. 199) is
+a modern piece on the subject called _Frennet Hall_, in the detestable
+style of the last century. This very feeble production is also to be
+found in Ritson's _Scottish Songs_ (ii. 31), Johnson's _Museum_, and
+elsewhere. But Ritson gives these few stanzas of an excellent old
+ballad, as remembered by the Rev. Mr. Boyd, the translator of Dante:
+
+ The reek it rose, and the flame it flew,
+ And oh the fire augmented high,
+ Until it came to Lord John's chamber-window,
+ And to the bed where Lord John lay.
+
+ "O help me, help me, Lady Frennet!
+ I never ettled harm to thee;
+ And if my father slew my lord,
+ Forget the deed and rescue me."
+
+ He looked east, he looked west,
+ To see if any help was nigh;
+ At length his little page he saw,
+ Who to his lord aloud did cry.
+
+ "Loup doun, loup doun, my master dear!
+ What though the window's dreigh and hie?
+ I'll catch you in my arms twa,
+ And never a foot from you I'll flee."
+
+ "How can I loup, you little page,
+ How can I leave this window hie?
+ Do you not see the blazing low,
+ And my twa legs burnt to my knee?"
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ The eighteenth of October,
+ A dismal tale to hear,
+ How good Lord John and Rothiemay
+ Was both burnt in the fire.
+
+ When steeds was saddled and well bridled, 5
+ And ready for to ride,
+ Then out it came her, false Frendraught,
+ Inviting them to bide.
+
+ Said,--"Stay this night untill we sup,
+ The morn untill we dine; 10
+ 'Twill be a token of good 'greement
+ 'Twixt your good Lord and mine."
+
+ "We'll turn again," said good Lord John;--
+ "But no," said Rothiemay,--
+ "My steed's trapan'd, my bridle's broken, 15
+ I fear the day I'm fey."
+
+ When mass was sung, and bells was rung,
+ And all men bound for bed,
+ Then good Lord John and Rothiemay
+ In one chamber was laid. 20
+
+ They had not long cast off their cloaths,
+ And were but now asleep,
+ When the weary smoke began to rise,
+ Likewise the scorching heat.
+
+ "O waken, waken, Rothiemay! 25
+ O waken, brother dear!
+ And turn you to our Saviour;
+ There is strong treason here."
+
+ When they were dressed in their cloaths,
+ And ready for to boun, 30
+ The doors and windows was all secur'd,
+ The roof-tree burning down.
+
+ He did him to the wire-window,
+ As fast as he could gang;
+ Says,--"Wae to the hands put in the stancheons, 35
+ For out we'll never win."
+
+ When he stood at the wire-window,
+ Most doleful to be seen,
+ He did espy her, Lady Frendraught,
+ Who stood upon the green. 40
+
+ Cried,--"Mercy, mercy, Lady Frendraught!
+ Will ye not sink with sin?
+ For first your husband killed my father,
+ And now you burn his son."
+
+ O then out spoke her, Lady Frendraught, 45
+ And loudly did she cry,--
+ "It were great pity for good Lord John,
+ But none for Rothiemay.
+ But the keys are casten in the deep draw well,
+ Ye cannot get away." 50
+
+ While he stood in this dreadful plight,
+ Most piteous to be seen,
+ There called out his servant Gordon,
+ As he had frantic been.
+
+ "O loup, O loup, my dear master, 55
+ O loup and come to me!
+ I'll catch you in my arms two;
+ One foot I will not flee.
+
+ "O loup, O loup, my dear master,
+ O loup and come away! 60
+ I'll catch you in my arms two,
+ But Rothiemay may lie."
+
+ "The fish shall never swim in the flood,
+ Nor corn grow through the clay,
+ Nor the fiercest fire that ever was kindled 65
+ Twin me and Rothiemay.
+
+ "But I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+ I cannot win to thee;
+ My head's fast in the wire-window,
+ My feet burning from me. 70
+
+ "My eyes are seething in my head,
+ My flesh roasting also,
+ My bowels are boiling with my blood;
+ Is not that a woeful woe?
+
+ "Take here the rings from my white fingers 75
+ That are so long and small,
+ And give them to my lady fair,
+ Where she sits in her hall.
+
+ "So I cannot loup, I cannot come,
+ I cannot loup to thee; 80
+ My earthly part is all consumed,
+ My spirit but speaks to thee."
+
+ Wringing her hands, tearing her hair,
+ His lady she was seen,
+ And thus addressed his servant Gordon, 85
+ Where he stood on the green.
+
+ "O wae be to you, George Gordon,
+ An ill death may you die!
+ So safe and sound as you stand there,
+ And my lord bereaved from me." 90
+
+ "I bad him loup, I bad him come,
+ I bad him loup to me;
+ I'd catch him in my arms two,
+ A foot I should not flee. &c.
+
+ "He threw me the rings from his white fingers, 95
+ Which were so long and small,
+ To give to you, his lady fair,
+ Where you sat in your hall." &c.
+
+ Sophia Hay, Sophia Hay,
+ O bonny Sophia was her name,-- 100
+ Her waiting maid put on her cloaths,
+ But I wot she tore them off again.
+
+ And aft she cried, "Ohon! alas, alas!
+ A sair heart's ill to win;
+ I wan a sair heart when I married him, 105
+ And the day it's well return'd again."
+
+
+
+
+THE BONNIE HOUSE O' AIRLY.
+
+Finlay's _Scottish Ballads_, ii. 31.
+
+
+The Earl of Airly, a nobleman zealously attached to the cause of King
+Charles, withdrew from Scotland in order to avoid subscribing the
+Covenant, leaving his eldest son Lord Ogilvie at home. The Committee of
+Estates, hearing that Airly had fled the country, directed the Earls of
+Montrose and Kinghorn to take possession of his castle, but in this,
+owing to the exceeding strength of the place, they did not succeed.
+Subsequently the Earl of Argyle, a personal enemy of the Earl of Airly,
+was charged with the same commission, and raised an army of five
+thousand men to carry out his trust. Lord Ogilvie was unable to hold out
+against such a force, and abandoned his father's stronghold, which, as
+well as his own residence of Forthar, was plundered and utterly
+destroyed by Argyle. Lady Ogilvie is said to have been pregnant at the
+time of the burning of Forthar, and to have undergone considerable
+danger before she could find proper refuge. She never had, however, more
+than one son, though she is endowed with no fewer than ten by the
+ballads. According to one account, the event here celebrated took place
+in 1639; another assigns it to 1640. (Napier's _Montrose and the
+Covenanters_, i. 533.)
+
+The _Bonnie House of Airly_ was first printed in Finlay's _Scottish
+Ballads_. Other copies are given in Cromek's _Remains of Nithsdale and
+Galloway Song_, p. 225; Smith's _Scottish Minstrel_, ii. 2; Hogg's
+_Jacobite Relics_, ii. 152; Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 59; and
+Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 104.
+
+A modern attempt on the same theme may be seen in Hogg's _Jacobite
+Relics_, ii. 411. Allan Cunningham, misled by the Ogilvies' continuing
+to the Pretender the devotion they exhibited to the Royal Martyr and his
+son, has transferred the burning of Airly to the 18th century. See his
+_Young Airly_, in Cromek's _Remains_, p. 196, and, rewritten, in _The
+Songs of Scotland_, iii. 218.
+
+ It fell on a day, and a bonnie summer day,
+ When the corn grew green and yellow,
+ That there fell out a great dispute
+ Between Argyle and Airly.
+
+ The Duke o' Montrose has written to Argyle 5
+ To come in the morning early,
+ An' lead in his men, by the back o' Dunkeld,
+ To plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.
+
+ The lady look'd o'er her window sae hie,
+ And O but she looked weary! 10
+ And there she espied the great Argyle
+ Come to plunder the bonnie house o' Airly.
+
+ "Come down, come down, Lady Margaret," he says,
+ "Come down and kiss me fairly,
+ Or before the morning clear daylight, 15
+ I'll no leave a standing stane in Airly."
+
+ "I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,
+ I wadna kiss thee fairly,
+ I wadna kiss thee, great Argyle,
+ Gin you shoudna leave a standing stane in Airly." 20
+
+ He has ta'en her by the middle sae sma',
+ Says, "Lady, where is your drury?"
+ "It's up and down by the bonnie burn side,
+ Amang the planting of Airly."
+
+ They sought it up, they sought it down, 25
+ They sought it late and early,
+ And found it in the bonnie balm-tree,
+ That shines on the bowling-green o' Airly.
+
+ He has ta'en her by the left shoulder,
+ And O but she grat sairly, 30
+ And led her down to yon green bank,
+ Till he plundered the bonnie house o' Airly.
+
+ "O it's I hae seven braw sons," she says,
+ "And the youngest ne'er saw his daddie,
+ And altho' I had as mony mae, 35
+ I wad gie them a' to Charlie.
+
+ "But gin my good lord had been at hame,
+ As this night he is wi' Charlie,
+ There durst na a Campbell in a' the west
+ Hae plundered the bonnie house o' Airly." 40
+
+
+
+
+THE BONNIE HOUSE OF AIRLY.
+
+From Sharpe's _Ballad Book_, p. 59.
+
+
+ It fell on a day, and a bonny simmer day,
+ When green grew aits and barley,
+ That there fell out a greet dispute
+ Between Argyll and Airlie.
+
+ Argyll has raised an hunder men, 5
+ An hunder harness'd rarely,
+ And he's awa' by the back of Dunkell,
+ To plunder the castle of Airlie.
+
+ Lady Ogilvie looks o'er her bower window,
+ And O but she looks weary! 10
+ And there she spy'd the great Argyll,
+ Come to plunder the bonny house of Airlie.
+
+ "Come down, come down, my Lady Ogilvie,
+ Come down, and kiss me fairly:"
+ "O I winna kiss the fause Argyll, 15
+ If he shouldna leave a standing stane in Airlie."
+
+ He hath taken her by the left shoulder,
+ Says, "Dame where lies thy dowry?"
+ "O it's east and west yon water side,
+ And it's down by the banks of the Airlie." 20
+
+ They hae sought it up, they hae sought it down,
+ They have sought it maist severely,
+ Till they fand it in the fair plum-tree,
+ That shines on the bowling-green of Airlie.
+
+ He hath taken her by the middle sae small, 25
+ And O but she grat sairly!
+ And laid her down by the bonny burn-side,
+ Till they plundered the castle of Airlie.
+
+ "Gif my gude lord war here this night,
+ As he is with King Charlie, 30
+ Neither you, nor ony ither Scottish Lord,
+ Durst awow to the plundering of Airlie.
+
+ "Gif my gude Lord war now at hame,
+ As he is with his king,
+ Then durst nae a Campbell in a' Argyll 35
+ Set fit on Airlie green.
+
+ "Ten bonny sons I have born unto him,
+ The eleventh ne'er saw his daddy;
+ But though I had an hundred mair,
+ I'd gie them a' to King Charlie. 40
+
+
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRACKLEY.
+
+
+First published as follows in Jamieson's _Popular Ballads_, i. 102. The
+copy used was derived from Mrs. Brown, and collated with a fragment
+taken down by Scott from the recitation of two of the descendants of
+Inverey. Buchan has given a different version in his _Gleanings_, which
+is annexed to the present. "This ballad," says Chambers, "records an
+unfortunate rencontre, which took place on the 16th of September, 1666,
+between John Gordon of Brackley, commonly called the Baron of Brackley,
+(in Aberdeenshire,) and Farquharson of Inverey, a noted freebooter, who
+dwelt on Dee-side. The former gentleman, who is yet remembered by
+tradition as a person of the most amiable and respectable character, had
+contrived to offend Farquharson, by pounding some horses belonging to
+his (Farquharson's) followers, which had either strayed into the
+Brackley grounds, or become forfeited on account of some petty
+delinquencies committed by their proprietors. Farquharson was a man of
+violent habits and passions; he is yet remembered by the epithet
+_Fuddie_, descriptive of his hurried, impatient gait; and it is said
+that, having been in league with the powers of darkness, he was buried
+on the north side of a hill, where the sun never shone. On account of
+the miraculous expedition with which he could sweep the cattle away from
+a fertile district, _Deil scoup wi'_ _Fuddie!_ is still a popular
+proverb, implying that the devil could alone keep his own part with him.
+This singular marauder, it appears, from authentic information, wished
+at first to argue the point at issue with the Baron of Brackley; but in
+the course of the altercation some expression from one of the parties
+occasioned a mutual discharge of fire-arms, by which Brackley and three
+of his followers fell. An attempt was made by the baron's friends to
+bring Fuddie to justice; but the case seems to have been justly
+considered one of chance medley, and the accused party was soon restored
+to society."--_The Scottish Ballads_, p. 147.
+
+
+ Down Dee side came Inverey whistling and playing;
+ He's lighted at Brackley yates at the day dawing.
+
+ Says, "Baron o' Brackley, O are ye within?
+ There's sharp swords at the yate will gar your blood spin."
+
+ The lady raise up, to the window she went; 5
+ She heard her kye lowing o'er hill and o'er bent.
+
+ "O rise up, ye baron, and turn back your kye;
+ For the lads o' Drumwharran are driving them bye."
+
+ "How can I rise, lady, or turn them again!
+ Whare'er I have ae man, I wat they hae ten." 10
+
+ "Then rise up, my lasses, tak rocks in your hand,
+ And turn back the kye;--I ha'e you at command.
+
+ "Gin I had a husband, as I hae nane,
+ He wadna lye in his bower, see his kye ta'en."
+
+ Then up got the baron, and cried for his graith; 15
+ Says, "Lady, I'll gang, tho' to leave you I'm laith.
+
+ "Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, and gie me my speir;
+ I ay was for peace, tho' I never fear'd weir.
+
+ "Come, kiss me, then, Peggy, nor think I'm to blame;
+ I weel may gae out, but I'll never win in!" 20
+
+ When Brackley was busked, and rade o'er the closs,
+ A gallanter baron ne'er lap to a horse.
+
+ When Brackley was mounted, and rade o'er the green,
+ He was as bald a baron as ever was seen.
+
+ Tho' there cam' wi' Inverey thirty and three, 25
+ There was nane wi' bonny Brackley but his brother and he.
+
+ Twa gallanter Gordons did never sword draw;
+ But against four and thirty, wae's me, what is twa?
+
+ Wi' swords and wi' daggers they did him surround;
+ And they've pierced bonny Brackley wi' many a wound. 30
+
+ Frae the head o' the Dee to the banks o' the Spey,
+ The Gordons may mourn him, and bann Inverey.
+
+ "O came ye by Brackley yates, was ye in there?
+ Or saw ye his Peggy dear riving her hair?"
+
+ "O I came by Brackley yates, I was in there, 35
+ And I saw his Peggy a-making good cheer."
+
+ That lady she feasted them, carried them ben;
+ She laugh'd wi' the men that her baron had slain.
+
+ "O fye on you, lady! how could you do sae?
+ You open'd your yates to the fause Inverey." 40
+
+ She ate wi' him, drank wi' him, welcom'd him in;
+ She welcom'd the villain that slew her baron!
+
+ She kept him till morning, syne bade him be gane,
+ And shaw'd him the road that he shou'dna be taen.
+
+ "Thro' Birss and Aboyne," she says, "lyin in a tour, 45
+ O'er the hills o' Glentanar you'll skip in an hour."
+
+ --There's grief in the kitchen, and mirth in the ha';
+ But the Baron o' Brackley is dead and awa.
+
+
+
+
+THE BARON OF BRAIKLEY.
+
+Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 68, taken from _Scarce Ancient Ballads_,
+p. 9.
+
+
+ Inverey came down Deeside whistlin an playin,
+ He was at brave Braikley's yett ere it was dawin;
+ He rappit fou loudly, an wi a great roar,
+ Cried, "Cum down, cum down, Braikley, an open the door.
+
+ "Are ye sleepin, Baronne, or are ye wakin? 5
+ Ther's sharp swords at your yett will gar your bluid spin:
+ Open the yett, Braikley, an lat us within,
+ Till we on the green turf gar your bluid rin."
+
+ Out spak the brave Baronne owre the castell wa,
+ "Are ye come to spulzie an plunder my ha? 10
+ But gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,
+ Gin ye drink o' my wine ye'll nae gar my bluid spin.
+
+ "Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,
+ Ye may gang to the lawlands and steal their fat ky;
+ Ther spulzie like revers o' wyld kettrin clan, 15
+ Wha plunder unsparing baith houses and lan'.
+
+ "Gin ye be gentlemen, licht an cum in,
+ Ther's meat an drink i' my ha' for every man:
+ Gin ye be hir'd widdifus, ye may gang by,
+ Gang down to the lawlans, an steal horse an ky." 20
+
+ Up spak his ladie, at his bak where she laid,
+ "Get up, get up, Braikley, an be not afraid;
+ They're but hir'd widdifus wi belted plaids.
+ * * * * *
+
+ "Cum kis me, my Peggy, I'le nae langer stay,
+ For I will go out an meet Inverey; 25
+ But haud your tongue, Peggy, and mak nae sic din,
+ For yon same hir'd widdifus will prove to be men."
+
+ She called on her maries, they came to her han;
+ Cries, "Bring your rocks, lassies, we will them coman;
+ Get up, get up, Braikley, and turn bak your ky, 30
+ For me an my women will them defy.
+
+ "Come forth than, my maidens, an show them some play;
+ We'll ficht them, an shortly the cowards will fly.
+ Gin I had a husband, wheras I hae nane,
+ He wadna ly in his bed and see his ky taen. 35
+
+ "Ther's four-an-twenty milk whit calves, twal o' them ky,
+ In the woods o' Glentanner it's ther they a' ly;
+ Ther are goats in the Etnach, an sheep o' the brae,
+ An a' will be plunderd by young Inverey."
+
+ "Now haud your tongue, Peggy, an gie me a gun, 40
+ Ye'll see me gae furth, but Ile never return.
+ Call my bruther William, my unkl also;
+ My cusin James Gordon, we'll mount an' we'll go."
+
+ Whan Braikley was ready an stood i the closs,
+ He was the bravest baronne that e'er munted horse; 45
+ Whan a' war assembld on the castell green,
+ Nae man like brave Braikley was ther to be seen.
+
+ "Turn back, bruther William, ye are a bridegroom,
+ * * * * *
+ We bonnie Jean Gordon, the maid o the mill,
+ O sichin and sobbin she'll seen get her fill." 50
+
+ "I'me nae coward, brither, it's kent I'me a man;
+ Ile ficht i' your quarral as lang's I can stan.
+ Ile ficht, my dear brither, wi heart an guid will,
+ An so will yung Harry that lives at the mill.
+
+ "But turn, my dear brither, and nae langer stay. 55
+ What'll cum o' your ladie, gin Braikley they slay?
+ What'll cum o' your ladie an' bonny yung son,
+ O what'll cum o' them when Braikley is gone?"
+
+ "I never will turn: do ye think I will fly?
+ No, here I will ficht, and here I will die." 60
+
+ "Strik dogs," cries Inverey, "an ficht till ye're slayn,
+ For we are four hunder, ye are but four men:
+ Strik, strik, ye proud boaster, your honor is gone,
+ Your lans we will plunder, your castell we'll burn."
+
+ At the head o' the Etnach the battel began, 65
+ At little Auchoilzie they killd the first man:
+ First they killd ane, an syne they killd twa,
+ They killd gallant Braikley, the flowr o' them a'.
+
+ They killd William Gordon and James o' the Knox,
+ An brave Alexander, the flowr o' Glenmuick: 70
+ What sichin an moaning war heard i the glen,
+ For the Baronne o' Braikley, wha basely was slayn!
+
+ "Came ye by the castell, an was ye in there?
+ Saw ye pretty Peggy tearing her hair?"
+ "Yes, I cam by Braikley, an I gaed in ther, 75
+ An ther saw his ladie braiding her hair.
+
+ "She was rantin, an' dancin, an' singin for joy,
+ An vowin that nicht she woud feest Inverey:
+ She eat wi him, drank wi him, welcomd him in,
+ Was kind to the man that had slayn her baronne." 80
+
+ Up spak the son on the nourices knee,[L81]
+ "Gin I live to be a man revenged Ile be."
+ Ther's dool i the kitchin, an mirth i the ha,
+ The Baronne o Braikley is dead an awa.
+
+81. See _Johnie Armstrang_, p. 45.
+
+
+
+
+GILDEROY.
+
+
+Gilderoy (properly Gilleroy) signifies in Gaelic "the red-haired lad."
+The person thus denoted was, according to tradition, one Patrick of the
+proscribed clan Gregor. The following account of him is taken from the
+_Scot's Musical Museum_, p. 71, vol. iv. ed. of 1853.
+
+"Gilderoy was a notorious freebooter in the highlands of Perthshire,
+who, with his gang, for a considerable time infested the country,
+committing the most barbarous outrages on the inhabitants. Some of
+these ruffians, however, were at length apprehended through the
+vigilance and activity of the Stewarts of Athol, and conducted to
+Edinburgh, where they were tried, condemned, and executed, in February,
+1638. Gilderoy, seeing his accomplices taken and hanged, went up, and in
+revenge burned several houses belonging to the Stewarts in Athol. This
+new act of atrocity was the prelude to his ruin. A proclamation was
+issued offering [L]1,000 for his apprehension. The inhabitants rose _en
+masse_, and pursued him from place to place, till at length he, with
+five more of his associates, was overtaken and secured. They were next
+carried to Edinburgh, where after trial and conviction, they expiated
+their offences on the gallows, in the month of July, 1638."
+
+In the vulgar story-books, Gilderoy, besides committing various
+monstrous and unnatural crimes, enjoys the credit of having picked
+Cardinal Richelieu's pocket in the King's presence, robbed Oliver
+Cromwell, and hanged a judge.
+
+The ballad _is said_ to have been composed not long after the death of
+Gilderoy, "by a young woman of no mean talent, who unfortunately became
+attached to this daring robber, and had cohabited with him for some time
+before his being apprehended." A blackletter copy printed in England as
+early as 1650 has been preserved. Another, with "some slight
+variations," is contained "in Playford's _Wit and Mirth_, first edition
+of vol. iii., printed in 1703." The piece is next found in _Pills to
+purge Melancholy_, v. 39, and, with one different stanza, in _Old
+Ballads_, i. 271. In the second volume (p. 106) of Thomson's _Orpheus
+Caledonius_ (1733), it appears with considerable alterations. Lady
+Elizabeth Wardlaw (_n['e]e_ Halket) undertook a revision of the ballad,
+and by expunging two worthless stanzas and adding three (those enclosed
+in brackets), produced the version here given, which is taken from
+Ritson's _Scotish Songs_, ii. 24. Percy's copy (_Reliques_, i. 335) is
+the same, with the omission of the ninth stanza, and Herd and Pinkerton
+have followed Percy.
+
+ Gilderoy was a bonny boy,
+ Had roses tull his shoone;
+ His stockings were of silken soy,
+ Wi' garters hanging doune.
+ It was, I weene, a comelie sight, 5
+ To see sae trim a boy;
+ He was my jo and hearts delight,
+ My handsome Gilderoy.
+
+ O sik twa charming een he had,
+ A breath as sweet as rose; 10
+ He never ware a Highland plaid,
+ But costly silken clothes.
+ He gain'd the luve of ladies gay,
+ Nane eir tul him was coy:
+ Ah, wae is me! I mourn the day, 15
+ For my dear Gilderoy.
+
+ My Gilderoy and I were born
+ Baith in one toun together;
+ We scant were seven years, beforn
+ We gan to luve each other; 20
+ Our dadies and our mammies, thay
+ Were fill'd wi' mickle joy,
+ To think upon the bridal day
+ 'Twixt me and Gilderoy.
+
+ For Gilderoy, that luve of mine, 25
+ Gude faith, I freely bought
+ A wedding sark of holland fine,
+ Wi' silken flowers wrought;
+ And he gied me a wedding ring,
+ Which I receiv'd wi' joy; 30
+ Nae lad nor lassie eir could sing,
+ Like me and Gilderoy.
+
+ Wi' mickle joy we spent our prime,
+ Till we were baith sixteen,
+ And aft we passed the langsome time, 35
+ Amang the leaves sae green;
+ Aft on the banks we'd sit us thair,
+ And sweetly kiss and toy;
+ Wi' garlands gay wad deck my hair
+ My handsome Gilderoy. 40
+
+ [O that he still had been content
+ Wi' me to lead his life;
+ But ah, his manfu' heart was bent
+ To stir in feates of strife:
+ And he in many a venturous deed 45
+ His courage bauld wad try,
+ And now this gars mine heart to bleed
+ For my dear Gilderoy.
+
+ And whan of me his leave he tuik,
+ The tears they wat mine ee; 50
+ I gave tull him a parting luik,
+ "My benison gang wi' thee!
+ God speid thee weil, mine ain dear heart,
+ For gane is all my joy;
+ My heart is rent sith we maun part, 55
+ My handsome Gilderoy."]
+
+ My Gilderoy, baith far and near,
+ Was fear'd in every toun,
+ And bauldly bare away the gear
+ Of many a lawland loun. 60
+ Nane eir durst meet him man to man,
+ He was sae brave a boy;
+ At length wi' numbers he was tane,
+ My winsome Gilderoy.
+
+ [The Queen of Scots possessed nought 65
+ That my love let me want,
+ For cow and ew he 'to me brought,'
+ And een whan they were skant.
+ All these did honestly possess
+ He never did annoy, 70
+ Who never fail'd to pay their cess
+ To my love Gilderoy.]
+
+ Wae worth the loun that made the laws,
+ To hang a man for gear;
+ To reave of live for ox or ass, 75
+ For sheep, or horse, or mare!
+ Had not their laws been made sae strick,
+ I neir had lost my joy,
+ Wi' sorrow neir had wat my cheek
+ For my dear Gilderoy. 80
+
+ Giff Gilderoy had done amisse,
+ He mought hae banisht been;
+ Ah! what sair cruelty is this,
+ To hang sike handsome men!
+ To hang the flower o' Scottish land, 85
+ Sae sweet and fair a boy!
+ Nae lady had sae white a hand
+ As thee, my Gilderoy.
+
+ Of Gilderoy sae fraid they were,
+ They bound him mickle strong; 90
+ Tull Edenburrow they led him thair,
+ And on a gallows hung:
+ They hung him high aboon the rest,
+ He was sae trim a boy;
+ Thair dyed the youth whom I lued best, 95
+ My handsome Gilderoy.
+
+ Thus having yielded up his breath,
+ I bare his corpse away;
+ Wi' tears that trickled for his death
+ I washt his comelye clay; 100
+ And siker in a grave sae deep,
+ I laid the dear-loed boy,
+ And now for evir maun I weep
+ My winsome Gilderoy.
+
+
+
+
+ROB ROY.
+
+
+The subject of this piece is the abduction of a young Scottish lady by a
+son of the celebrated Rob Roy Macgregor. Sentence of outlawry had been
+pronounced against this person for not appearing to stand his trial for
+murder. While under this sentence, he conceived the desperate project of
+carrying off Jane Kay, heiress of Edinbelly, in Sterlingshire, and
+obtaining possession of her estate by a forced marriage. Engaging a
+party of the proscribed Macgregors to assist him in this enterprise, Rob
+Roy entered the young woman's house with his brother James, tied her,
+hand and foot, with ropes, and carried her thus on horseback to the
+abode of one of his clan in Argyleshire, where, after some mock
+ceremony, she was compelled to submit to his embraces. The place in
+which the unfortunate woman was detained, was discovered, and she was
+rescued by her family. Rob Roy and James Macgregor were tried for their
+lives. The latter escaped from prison, but the principal in this outrage
+suffered condign punishment in February, 1753.
+
+Fragments of the story were printed in _Select Scotish Songs_, by Robert
+Burns, edited by R. H. Cromek, ii. 199, and in Maidment's _North
+Countrie Garland_, p. 44; a complete copy in the _Thistle of Scotland_,
+p. 93. Chambers has combined the fragments of Burns and Maidment with a
+third version furnished by Mr. Kinloch, and has produced a ballad which
+is on the whole the most eligible for this place. (_Scottish Ballads_,
+p. 175.) In the Appendix may be seen the editions above referred to, and
+also _Eppie Morrie_, a ballad founded on a similar incident.
+
+This sort of kidnapping seems to have been the commonest occurrence in
+the world in Scotland. Sharpe has collected not a few cases in his
+_Ballad Book_, p. 99, and he gives us two stanzas of another ballad.
+
+ The Highlandmen hae a' cum down,
+ They've a' come down almost,
+ They've stowen away the bonny lass,
+ The Lady of Arngosk.
+
+ Behind her back they've tied her hands,
+ An' then they set her on;
+ "I winna gang wi' you," she said,
+ "Nor ony Highland loon."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Rob Roy frae the Hielands cam
+ Unto the Lawland Border,
+ To steal awa a gay ladye,
+ To haud his house in order.
+
+ He cam ower the loch o' Lynn, 5
+ Twenty men his arms did carry;
+ Himsell gaed in and fand her out,
+ Protesting he would marry.
+
+ When he cam he surrounded the house,
+ No tidings there cam before him, 10
+ Or else the lady would have gone,
+ For still she did abhor him.
+
+ "O will ye gae wi' me?" he says,
+ "O will ye be my honey?
+ O will ye be my wedded wife? 15
+ For I loe ye best of ony."
+
+ "I winna gae wi' you," she says,
+ "I winna be your honey;
+ I winna be your wedded wife,
+ Ye loe me for my money." 20
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,
+ Fast hauding by her mother,
+ Wi' mournful cries and watery eyes,
+ They were parted frae each other.
+
+ He gied her nae time to be dress'd, 25
+ As ladies do when they're brides,
+ But he hastened and hurried her awa,
+ And rowed her in his plaids.
+
+ He mounted her upon a horse,
+ Himsell lap on behind her, 30
+ And they're awa to the Hieland hills,
+ Where her friends may never find her.
+
+ As they gaed ower the Hieland hills,
+ The lady aften fainted,
+ Saying, "Wae be to my cursed gowd, 35
+ This road to me invented!"
+
+ They rade till they came to Ballyshine,
+ At Ballyshine they tarried;
+ He brought to her a cotton gown,
+ Yet ne'er wad she be married. 40
+
+ Two held her up before the priest,
+ Four carried her to bed O;
+ Maist mournfully she wept and cried,
+ When she by him was laid O!
+
+ [_The tune changes_.]
+
+ "O be content, O be content, 45
+ O be content to stay, lady,
+ For now ye are my wedded wife
+ Until my dying day, lady.
+
+ "Rob Roy was my father call'd,
+ Macgregor was his name, lady; 50
+ He led a band o' heroes bauld,
+ And I am here the same, lady.
+
+ "He was a hedge unto his friends,
+ A heckle to his foes, lady,
+ And every one that did him wrang, 55
+ He took him by the nose, lady.
+
+ "I am as bold, I am as bold
+ As my father was afore, lady;
+ He that daurs dispute my word
+ Shall feel my gude claymore, lady. 60
+
+ "My father left me cows and yowes,
+ And sheep, and goats, and a', lady,
+ And you and twenty thousand merks
+ Will mak me a man fu' braw, lady."
+
+
+
+
+BOOK VII.
+
+
+
+
+QUEEN ELEANOR'S CONFESSION.
+
+
+Eleanor of Aquitaine was divorced from her first husband, Louis VII. of
+France, on account of misbehavior at Antioch, during the Second Crusade.
+Her conduct after her second marriage, with Henry II. of England, is
+agreed to have been irreproachable on the score of chastity. It is
+rather hard, therefore, that her reputation should be assailed as it is
+here; but if we complain of this injustice, what shall we say when we
+find, further on, the same story, with others even more ridiculous, told
+of the virtuous Eleanor of Castile, wife of Edward I.? See Peele's
+_Chronicle History of Edward I._, Dyce's ed. i. 185, 188, _seq._, and
+the ballad in vol. vii., 291. Both of these ballads are indeed pretty
+specimens of the historical value of popular traditions. The idea of the
+unlucky shrift is borrowed from some old story-teller. It occurs in the
+_fabliau Du Chevalier qui fist sa Fame confesse_, Barbazan, ed. M['e]on,
+iii. 229, in Boccaccio G. vii. 5, Bandello, Malespini, &c.; also in La
+Fontaine's _Le Mari Confesseur_.
+
+The following ballad is from the _Collection_ of 1723, vol. i. p. 18.
+There are several other versions: Percy's _Reliques_, ii. 165 (with
+corrections); Buchan's _Gleanings_, p. 77; Motherwell's _Minstrelsy_, p.
+1 (_Earl Marshal_, from recitation); Aytoun's _Ballads of Scotland_, new
+ed. i. 196; Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, p. 247.
+
+ Queen Eleanor was a sick woman,
+ And afraid that she should dye;
+ Then she sent for two fryars of France,
+ To speak with her speedily.
+
+ The King call'd down his nobles all, 5
+ By one, by two, by three,
+ And sent away for Earl Marshal,
+ To speak with him speedily.
+
+ When that he came before the King,
+ He fell on his bended knee; 10
+ "A boon, a boon, our gracious king,
+ That you sent so hastily."
+
+ "I'll pawn my lands," the King then cry'd,
+ "My sceptre and my crown,
+ That whatsoe're Queen Eleanor says, 15
+ I will not write it down.
+
+ "Do you put on a fryar's coat,
+ And I'll put on another;
+ And we will to Queen Eleanor go,
+ Like fryar and his brother." 20
+
+ Thus both attired then they go:
+ When they came to Whitehall,
+ The bells did ring, and the choristers sing,
+ And the torches did light them all.
+
+ When that they came before the Queen, 25
+ They fell on their bended knee;
+ "A boon, a boon, our gracious queen,
+ That you sent so hastily."
+
+ "Are you two fryars of France," she said,
+ "As I suppose you be? 30
+ But if you are two English fryars,
+ Then hanged you shall be."
+
+ "We are two fryars of France," they said,
+ "As you suppose we be;
+ We have not been at any mass 35
+ Since we came from the sea."
+
+ "The first vile thing that e're I did,
+ I will to you unfold;
+ Earl Marshal had my maidenhead,
+ Beneath this cloth of gold." 40
+
+ "That's a vile sin," then said the King;
+ "God may forgive it thee!"
+ "Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;
+ With a heavy heart spoke he.
+
+ "The next vile thing that e're I did, 45
+ To you I'll not deny;
+ I made a box of poyson strong,
+ To poyson King Henry."
+
+ "That's a vile sin," then said the King,
+ "God may forgive it thee!" 50
+ "Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;
+ "And I wish it so may be."
+
+ "The next vile thing that e're I did,
+ To you I will discover;
+ I poysoned fair Rosamond, 55
+ All in fair Woodstock bow'r."
+
+ "That's a vile sin," then said the King;
+ "God may forgive it thee!"
+ "Amen, amen!" quoth Earl Marshal;
+ "And I wish it so may be." 60
+
+ "Do you see yonder's [a] little boy,
+ A tossing of the ball?
+ That is Earl Marshal's eldest son,
+ I love him the best of all.
+
+ "Do you see yonder's [a] little boy, 65
+ A catching of the ball?
+ That is King Henry's son," she said;
+ "I love him the worst of all.
+
+ "His head is like unto a bull,
+ His nose is like a boar,"-- 70
+ "No matter for that," King Henry cry'd,
+ "I love him the better therefore."
+
+ The king pull'd off his fryar's coat,
+ And appeared all in red;
+ She shriek'd, she cry'd, and wrung her hands, 75
+ And said she was betray'd.
+
+ The King look'd over his left shoulder,
+ And a grim look looked he;
+ And said, "Earl Marshal, but for my oath,
+ Or hanged shouldst thou be." 80
+
+
+From Kinloch's _Ancient Scottish Ballads_, 247.
+
+ The Queen fell sick, and very, very sick,
+ She was sick, and like to dee,
+ And she sent for a friar oure frae France,
+ Her c['o]nfessour to be.
+
+ King Henry, when he heard o' that, 5
+ An angry man was he;
+ And he sent to the Earl Marshall,
+ Attendance for to gie.
+
+ "The Queen is sick," King Henry cried,
+ "And wants to be beshriven; 10
+ She has sent for a friar oure frae France;
+ By the rude, he were better in heaven!
+
+ "But tak you now a friar's guise,
+ The voice and gesture feign,
+ And when she has the pardon crav'd, 15
+ Respond to her, Amen!
+
+ "And I will be a prelate old,
+ And sit in a corner dark,
+ To hear the adventures of my spouse,
+ My spouse, and her holy spark." 20
+
+ "My liege, my liege, how can I betray
+ My mistress and my queen!
+ O swear by the rude, that no damage
+ From this shall be gotten or gien!"
+
+ "I swear by the rude," quoth King Henry, 25
+ "No damage shall be gotten or gien,
+ Come, let us spare no cure nor care
+ For the conscience o' the Queen."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ "O fathers, O fathers, I'm very, very sick,
+ I'm sick, and like to dee; 30
+ Some ghostly comfort to my poor soul
+ O tell if ye can gie!"
+
+ "Confess, confess," Earl Marshall cried,
+ "And ye shall pardoned be:"
+ "Confess, confess," the King replied, 35
+ "And we shall comfort gie."
+
+ "O how shall I tell the sorry, sorry tale!
+ How can the tale be told!
+ I play'd the harlot wi' the Earl Marshall
+ Beneath yon cloth of gold. 40
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:"
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a very fear't heart had he.
+
+ "O down i' the forest, in a bower, 45
+ Beyond yon dark oak tree,
+ I drew a penknife frae my pocket
+ To kill King Henerie.
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:" 50
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a very fear't heart had he.
+
+ "O do you see yon pretty little boy,
+ That's playing at the ba'?
+ He is the Earl Marshall's only son, 55
+ And I loved him best of a'.
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin!
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:"
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a very fear't heart had he. 60
+
+ "And do you see yon pretty little girl,
+ That's a' beclad in green?
+ She's a friar's daughter, oure in France,
+ And I hoped to see her a queen.
+
+ "O wasna that a sin, and a very great sin! 65
+ But I hope it will pardoned be:"
+ "Amen! Amen!" quoth the Earl Marshall,
+ And a fear't heart still had he.
+
+ "O do you see yon other little boy,
+ That's playing at the ba'? 70
+ He is King Henry's only son,
+ And I like him warst of a'.
+
+ "He's headed like a buck," she said,
+ "And backed like a bear,"--
+ "Amen!" quoth the King, in the King's ain voice, 75
+ "He shall be my only heir."
+
+ The King look'd over his left shoulder,
+ An angry man was he:
+ "An it werna for the oath I sware,
+ Earl Marshall, thou shouldst dee." 80
+
+
+
+
+AULD MAITLAND.
+
+From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 306.
+
+
+"This ballad, notwithstanding its present appearance, has a claim to
+very high antiquity. It has been preserved by tradition; and is,
+perhaps, the most authentic instance of a long and very old poem,
+exclusively thus preserved. It is only known to a few old people upon
+the sequestered banks of the Ettrick, and is published, as written down
+from the recitation of the mother of Mr. James Hogg, who sings, or
+rather chants it, with great animation. She learned the ballad from a
+blind man, who died at the advanced age of ninety, and is said to have
+been possessed of much traditionary knowledge. Although the language of
+this poem is much modernized, yet many words, which the reciters have
+retained without understanding them, still preserve traces of its
+antiquity. Such are the words _springals_ (corruptedly pronounced
+_springwalls_), _sowies_, _portcullize_, and many other appropriate
+terms of war and chivalry, which could never have been introduced by a
+modern ballad-maker[?]. The incidents are striking and well managed; and
+they are in strict conformity with the manners of the age in which they
+are placed.
+
+"The date of the ballad cannot be ascertained with any degree of
+accuracy. Sir Richard Maitland, the hero of the poem, seems to have
+been in possession of his estate about 1250; so that, as he survived the
+commencement of the wars betwixt England and Scotland, in 1296, his
+prowess against the English, in defence of his castle of Lauder or
+Thirlestane, must have been exerted during his extreme old age.
+
+"The castle of Thirlestane is situated upon the Leader, near the town of
+Lauder. Whether the present building, which was erected by Chancellor
+Maitland, and improved by the duke of Lauderdale, occupies the site of
+the ancient castle, I do not know; but it still merits the epithet of a
+"_darksome house_." I find no notice of the siege in history; but there
+is nothing improbable in supposing, that the castle, during the stormy
+period of the Baliol wars, may have held out against the English. The
+creation of a nephew of Edward I., for the pleasure of slaying him by
+the hand of young Maitland, is a poetical license;[1] and may induce us
+to place the date of the composition about the reign of David II., or of
+his successor, when the real exploits of Maitland and his sons were in
+some degree obscured, as well as magnified, by the lapse of time. The
+inveterate hatred against the English, founded upon the usurpation of
+Edward I., glows in every line of the ballad.
+
+"Auld Maitland is placed, by Gawain Douglas, Bishop of Dunkeld, among
+the popular heroes of romance, in his allegorical Palice of Honour.
+
+ "I saw Raf Coilyear with his thrawin brow,
+ Crabit John the Reif, and auld Cowkilbeis Sow;
+ And how the wran cam out of Ailesay,
+ And Piers Plowman, that meid his workmen fow:
+ Gret Gowmacmorne, and Fin Mac Cowl, and how
+ They suld be goddis in Ireland, as they say.
+ _Thair saw I Maitland upon auld beird gray_,
+ Robin Hude, and Gilbert with the quhite hand,
+ How Hay of Nauchton flew in Madin land."
+
+"It is a curious circumstance that this interesting tale, so often
+referred to by ancient authors, should be now recovered in so perfect a
+state; and many readers may be pleased to see the following sensible
+observations, made by a person born in Ettrick Forest, in the humble
+situation of a shepherd: 'I am surprised to hear that this song is
+suspected by some to be a modern forgery; the contrary will be best
+proved, by most of the old people, hereabouts, having a great part of it
+by heart. Many, indeed, are not aware of the manners of this country;
+till this present age, the poor illiterate people, in these glens, knew
+of no other entertainment, in the long winter nights, than repeating,
+and listening to, the feats of their ancestors, recorded in songs, which
+I believe to be handed down, from father to son, for many generations,
+although, no doubt, had a copy been taken, at the end of every fifty
+years, there must have been some difference, occasioned by the gradual
+change of language. I believe it is thus that many very ancient songs
+have been gradually modernized, to the common ear; while, to the
+connoisseur, they present marks of their genuine antiquity.'--_Letter to
+the Editor_, _from_ Mr. JAMES HOGG. [June 30, 1801.] To the observations
+of my ingenious correspondent I have nothing to add, but that, in this,
+and a thousand other instances, they accurately coincide with my
+personal knowledge."--SCOTT.
+
+Notwithstanding the authority of Scott and Leyden, I am inclined to
+agree with Mr. Aytoun, (_Ballads of Scotland_, ii. 1,) that this ballad
+is a modern imitation, or if not that, a comparatively recent
+composition. It is with reluctance that I make for it the room it
+requires.
+
+[1] Such liberties with the genealogy of monarchs were common to
+romancers. Henry the Minstrel makes Wallace slay more than one of King
+Edward's nephews; and Johnie Armstrong claims the merit of slaying a
+sister's son of Henry VIII.--S. (See p. 49.)
+
+ There lived a king in southern land,
+ King Edward hight his name;
+ Unwordily he wore the crown,
+ Till fifty years were gane.
+
+ He had a sister's son o's ain, 5
+ Was large of blood and bane;
+ And afterward, when he came up,
+ Young Edward hight his name.
+
+ One day he came before the king,
+ And kneel'd low on his knee-- 10
+ "A boon, a boon, my good uncle,
+ I crave to ask of thee!
+
+ "At our lang wars, in fair Scotland,
+ I fain hae wish'd to be;
+ If fifteen hundred waled wight men 15
+ You'll grant to ride wi' me."
+
+ "Thou sall hae thae, thou sall hae mae;
+ I say it sickerlie;
+ And I mysell, an auld gray man,
+ Array'd your host sall see." 20
+
+ King Edward rade, King Edward ran--
+ I wish him dool and pyne!
+ Till he had fifteen hundred men
+ Assembled on the Tyne.
+
+ And thrice as many at Berwicke[L25] 25
+ Were all for battle bound,
+ [Who, marching forth with false Dunbar,[L27]
+ A ready welcome found.]
+
+ They lighted on the banks of Tweed,
+ And blew their coals sae het, 30
+ And fired the Merse and Teviotdale,
+ All in an evening late.
+
+ As they fared up o'er Lammermore,
+ They burn'd baith up and down,
+ Until they came to a darksome house, 35
+ Some call it Leader-Town.
+
+ "Wha hauds this house?" young Edward cry'd,
+ "Or wha gies't ower to me?"
+ A gray-hair'd knight set up his head,
+ And crackit richt crousely: 40
+
+ "Of Scotland's king I haud my house;
+ He pays me meat and fee;
+ And I will keep my guid auld house,
+ While my house will keep me."
+
+ They laid their sowies to the wall, 45
+ Wi' mony a heavy peal;
+ But he threw ower to them agen
+ Baith pitch and tar barrel.
+
+ With springalds, stanes, and gads of airn,
+ Amang them fast he threw; 50
+ Till mony of the Englishmen
+ About the wall he slew.
+
+ Full fifteen days that braid host lay,
+ Sieging Auld Maitland keen;
+ Syne they hae left him, hail and feir, 55
+ Within his strength of stane.
+
+ Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,
+ Met them upon a day,
+ Which they did lade with as much spoil
+ As they could bear away. 60
+
+ "England's our ain by heritage;
+ And what can us withstand,
+ Now we hae conquer'd fair Scotland,
+ With buckler, bow, and brand?"
+
+ Then they are on to the land o' France, 65
+ Where auld King Edward lay,
+ Burning baith castle, tower, and town,
+ That he met in his way.
+
+ Until he came unto that town,
+ Which some call Billop-Grace;[L70] 70
+ There were Auld Maitland's sons, a' three,
+ Learning at school, alas!
+
+ The eldest to the youngest said,
+ "O see ye what I see?
+ Gin a' be trew yon standard says,[L75] 75
+ We're fatherless a' three.
+
+ "For Scotland's conquer'd up and down;
+ Landmen we'll never be:
+ Now, will you go, my brethren two,
+ And try some jeopardy?" 80
+
+ Then they hae saddled twa black horse,
+ Twa black horse and a gray;
+ And they are on to King Edward's host,
+ Before the dawn of day.
+
+ When they arrived before the host, 85
+ They hover'd on the lay--
+ "Wilt thou lend me our king's standard,
+ To bear a little way?"
+
+ "Where wast thou bred? where wast thou born?
+ Where, or in what countrie?" 90
+ "In north of England I was born:"
+ (It needed him to lie.)
+
+ "A knight me gat, a lady bore,
+ I am a squire of high renowne;
+ I well may bear't to any king, 95
+ That ever yet wore crowne."
+
+ "He ne'er came of an Englishman,
+ Had sic an ee or bree;
+ But thou art the likest Auld Maitland,
+ That ever I did see. 100
+
+ "But sic a gloom on ae browhead,
+ Grant I ne'er see again!
+ For mony of our men he slew,
+ And mony put to pain."
+
+ When Maitland heard his father's name, 105
+ An angry man was he!
+ Then, lifting up a gilt dagger,
+ Hung low down by his knee,
+
+ He stabb'd the knight the standard bore,
+ He stabb'd him cruellie; 110
+ Then caught the standard by the neuk,
+ And fast away rode he.
+
+ "Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried,
+ "Now, is't na time to flee?"
+ "Ay, by my sooth!" they baith replied, 115
+ "We'll bear you company."
+
+ The youngest turn'd him in a path,
+ And drew a burnish'd brand,
+ And fifteen of the foremost slew,
+ Till back the lave did stand. 120
+
+ He spurr'd the gray into the path,
+ Till baith his sides they bled--
+ "Gray! thou maun carry me away,
+ Or my life lies in wad!"
+
+ The captain lookit ower the wa', 125
+ About the break o' day;
+ There he beheld the three Scots lads,
+ Pursued along the way.
+
+ "Pull up portcullize! down draw-brigg!
+ My nephews are at hand; 130
+ And they sall lodge wi' me to-night,
+ In spite of all England."
+
+ Whene'er they came within the yate,
+ They thrust their horse them frae,
+ And took three lang spears in their hands, 135
+ Saying, "Here sall come nae mae!"
+
+ And they shot out, and they shot in,
+ Till it was fairly day;
+ When mony of the Englishmen
+ About the draw-brigg lay. 140
+
+ Then they hae yoked carts and wains,
+ To ca' their dead away,
+ And shot auld dykes abune the lave,
+ In gutters where they lay.
+
+ The king, at his pavilion door, 145
+ Was heard aloud to say,
+ "Last night, three o' the lads o' France
+ My standard stole away.
+
+ "Wi' a fause tale, disguised, they came,
+ And wi' a fauser trayne; 150
+ And to regain my gaye standard,
+ These men were a' down slayne."
+
+ "It ill befits," the youngest said,
+ "A crowned king to lie;
+ But, or that I taste meat and drink, 155
+ Reproved sall he be."
+
+ He went before King Edward straight,
+ And kneel'd low on his knee;
+ "I wad hae leave, my lord," he said,
+ "To speak a word wi' thee." 160
+
+ The king he turn'd him round about,
+ And wistna what to say--
+ Quo' he, "Man, thou's hae leave to speak,
+ Though thou should speak a' day."
+
+ "Ye said that three young lads o' France 165
+ Your standard stole away,
+ Wi' a fause tale, and a fauser trayne,
+ And mony men did slay.
+
+ "But we are nane the lads o' France,
+ Nor e'er pretend to be; 170
+ We are three lads o' fair Scotland,
+ Auld Maitland's sons are we;
+
+ "Nor is there men, in a' your host,
+ Daur fight us three to three."
+ "Now, by my sooth," young Edward said, 175
+ "Weel fitted ye sall be!
+
+ "Piercy sall with the eldest fight,
+ And Ethert Lunn wi' thee:
+ William of Lancaster the third,
+ And bring your fourth to me!" 180
+
+ ["Remember, Piercy, aft the Scot[L181]
+ Has cower'd beneath thy hand:]
+ For every drap of Maitland blood,
+ I'll gie a rig of land."
+
+ He clanked Piercy ower the head, 185
+ A deep wound and a sair,
+ Till the best blood o' his bodie
+ Came rinning down his hair.
+
+ "Now, I've slayne ane; slay ye the twa;
+ And that's gude companye; 190
+ And if the twa suld slay ye baith,
+ Ye'se get na help frae me."
+
+ But Ethert Lunn, a baited bear,
+ Had many battles seen;
+ He set the youngest wonder sair, 195
+ Till the eldest he grew keen.
+
+ "I am nae king, nor nae sic thing:
+ My word it shanna stand!
+ For Ethert sall a buffet bide,
+ Come he beneath my brand." 200
+
+ He clankit Ethert ower the head,
+ A deep wound and a sair,
+ Till the best blood of his bodie
+ Came rinning ower his hair.
+
+ "Now I've slayne twa; slaye ye the ane; 205
+ Isna that gude companye?
+ And tho' the ane suld slaye ye baith,
+ Ye'se get nae help o' me."
+
+ The twa-some they hae slayne the ane;
+ They maul'd him cruellie; 210
+ Then hung them over the draw-brigg,
+ That all the host might see.
+
+ They rade their horse, they ran their horse,
+ Then hover'd on the lee:
+ "We be three lads o' fair Scotland, 215
+ That fain would fighting see."
+
+ This boasting when young Edward heard,
+ An angry man was he:
+ "I'll tak yon lad, I'll bind yon lad,
+ And bring him bound to thee!" 220
+
+ "Now God forbid," King Edward said,
+ "That ever thou suld try!
+ Three worthy leaders we hae lost,
+ And thou the fourth wad lie.
+
+ "If thou shouldst hang on yon draw-brigg, 225
+ Blythe wad I never be:"
+ But, wi' the poll-axe in his hand,
+ Upon the brigg sprang he.
+
+ The first stroke that young Edward gae,
+ He struck wi' might and mayn; 230
+ He clove the Maitland's helmet stout,
+ And bit right nigh the brayn.
+
+ When Maitland saw his ain blood fa',
+ An angry man was he:
+ He let his weapon frae him fa', 235
+ And at his throat did flee.
+
+ And thrice about he did him swing,
+ Till on the grund he light,
+ Where he has halden young Edward,
+ Tho' he was great in might. 240
+
+ "Now let him up," King Edward cried,
+ "And let him come to me:
+ And for the deed that thou hast done,
+ Thou shalt hae erldomes three."
+
+ "It's ne'er be said in France, nor e'er 245
+ In Scotland, when I'm hame,
+ That Edward once lay under me,[L247]
+ And e'er gat up again!"
+
+ He pierced him through and through the heart,
+ He maul'd him cruellie; 250
+ Then hung him ower the draw-brigg,
+ Beside the other three.
+
+ "Now take frae me that feather-bed,
+ Make me a bed o' strae!
+ I wish I hadna lived this day, 255
+ To mak my heart sae wae.
+
+ "If I were ance at London Tower,
+ Where I was wont to be,
+ I never mair suld gang frae hame,
+ Till borne on a bier-tree." 260
+
+25. North-Berwick, according to some reciters.--S.
+
+27, 28. These two lines have been inserted by Mr. Hogg, to complete the
+verse. Dunbar, the fortress of Patrick, Earl of March, was too often
+opened to the English, by the treachery of that baron, during the reign
+of Edward I.--S.
+
+70. If this be a Flemish or Scottish corruption for Ville de Grace, in
+Normandy, that town was never besieged by Edward I., whose wars in
+France were confined to the province of Gascony. The rapid change of
+scene, from Scotland to France, excites a suspicion that some verses may
+have been lost in this place.--S.
+
+75. Edward had quartered the arms of Scotland with his own.--S.
+
+181, 182, supplied by Hogg.
+
+247. Some reciters repeat it thus:--
+
+ "That _Englishman_ lay under me,"
+
+which is in the true spirit of Blind Harry, who makes Wallace say,
+
+ "I better like to see the Southeron die,
+ Than gold or land, that they can gie to me."--S.
+
+
+
+
+WILLIE WALLACE.
+
+
+After the battle of Roslin, we are informed by Bower, the continuator of
+Fordun's _Scotichronicon_, Wallace took ship for France, and various
+songs, both in that kingdom and in Scotland, he goes on to say, bear
+witness to the courage with which he encountered the attacks of pirates
+on the ocean, and of the English on the continent. Whatever we may
+think of Wallace's expedition to France, there can be no doubt that the
+hero's exploits were at an early date celebrated in popular song. Still,
+the ballads which are preserved relate to only one of Wallace's
+adventures, and are of doubtful antiquity.
+
+Burns communicated to Johnson's _Museum_ (p. 498) a defective ballad
+called _Gude Wallace_. A better copy of this, from tradition, is here
+given. It is taken from Buchan's _Gleanings_ (p. 114), and was derived
+by the editor from a wandering gipsy tinker. Mr. Laing has inserted in
+the notes to the new edition of Johnson's _Museum_ (iv. 458*) what may
+perhaps be the original of both these recited ballads, though inferior
+to either. This copy appeared in a chap-book with some Jacobite ballads,
+about the year 1750. There are two other versions of this same story, in
+which Wallace's mistress is induced to betray him to the English, but
+repents in time to save her lover. The best of these is annexed to the
+present ballad. The other, which is but a fragment, is printed in
+Buchan's larger collection, ii. 226, _Wallace and his Leman_.
+
+The principal incidents of this story are to be found in the Fifth Book
+of Blind Harry's Metrical _Life of Wallace_.
+
+Jamieson, in _Popular Ballads_, ii. 166, and Cunningham, in _The Songs
+of Scotland_, i. 262, have taken the stanzas in Johnson's _Museum_ as
+the basis of ballads of their own.
+
+ Wallace in the high highlans,
+ Neither meat nor drink got he;
+ Said, "Fa' me life, or fa' me death,
+ Now to some town I maun be."
+
+ He's put on his short claiding, 5
+ And on his short claiding put he;
+ Says, "Fa' me life, or fa' me death,
+ Now to Perth-town I maun be."
+
+ He stepped o'er the river Tay,
+ I wat he stepped on dry land; 10
+ He wasna aware of a well-fared maid
+ Was washing there her lilie hands.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye well-fared maid?
+ What news hae ye this day to me?"
+ "No news, no news, ye gentle knight, 15
+ No news hae I this day to thee,
+ But fifteen lords in the hostage house
+ Waiting Wallace for to see."
+
+ "If I had but in my pocket
+ The worth of one single pennie, 20
+ I would go to the hostage house,
+ And there the gentlemen to see."
+
+ She put her hand in her pocket,
+ And she has pull'd out half-a-crown;
+ Says, "Take ye that, ye belted knight, 25
+ 'Twill pay your way till ye come down."
+
+ As he went from the well-fared maid,
+ A beggar bold I wat met he,
+ Was cover'd wi' a clouted cloak,
+ And in his hand a trusty tree. 30
+
+ "What news, what news, ye silly auld man?
+ What news hae ye this day to gie?"
+ "No news, no news, ye belted knight,
+ No news hae I this day to thee,
+ But fifteen lords in the hostage house 35
+ Waiting Wallace for to see."
+
+ "Ye'll lend me your clouted cloak,
+ That covers you frae head to shie,
+ And I'll go to the hostage house,
+ Asking there for some supplie." 40
+
+ Now he's gone to the West-muir wood,
+ And there he's pull'd a trusty tree;
+ And then he's on to the hostage gone,
+ Asking there for charitie.
+
+ Down the stair the captain comes, 45
+ Aye the poor man for to see:
+ "If ye be a captain as good as ye look,
+ Ye'll give a poor man some supplie;
+ If ye be a captain as good as ye look,
+ A guinea this day ye'll gie to me." 50
+
+ "Where were ye born, ye crooked carle?
+ Where were ye born, in what countrie?"
+ "In fair Scotland I was born,
+ Crooked carle that I be."
+
+ "I would give you fifty pounds, 55
+ Of gold and white monie,
+ I would give you fifty pounds,
+ If the traitor Wallace ye'd let me see."
+
+ "Tell down your money," said Willie Wallace,
+ "Tell down your money, if it be good; 60
+ I'm sure I have it in my power,
+ And never had a better bode.
+
+ "Tell down your money, if it be good,
+ And let me see if it be fine;
+ I'm sure I have it in my power 65
+ To bring the traitor Wallace in."
+
+ The money was told on the table,
+ Silver bright of pounds fiftie:
+ "Now here I stand," said Willie Wallace,
+ "And what hae ye to say to me?" 70
+
+ He slew the captain where he stood,
+ The rest they did quack an' roar;
+ He slew the rest around the room,
+ And ask'd if there were any more.
+
+ "Come, cover the table," said Willie Wallace, 75
+ "Come, cover the table now, make haste;
+ For it will soon be three lang days
+ Sin I a bit o' meat did taste."
+
+ The table was not well covered,
+ Nor yet was he set down to dine, 80
+ Till fifteen more of the English lords
+ Surrounded the house where he was in.
+
+ The guidwife she ran but the floor,
+ And aye the guidman he ran ben;
+ From eight o'clock till four at noon 85
+ He had kill'd full thirty men.
+
+ He put the house in sic a swither
+ That five o' them he sticket dead,
+ Five o' them he drown'd in the river,
+ And five hung in the West-muir wood. 90
+
+ Now he is on to the North-Inch gone,[L91]
+ Where the maid was washing tenderlie;
+ "Now by my sooth," said Willie Wallace,
+ "It's been a sair day's wark to me."
+
+ He's put his hand in his pocket, 95
+ And he has pull'd out twenty pounds;
+ Says, "Take ye that, ye weel-fared maid
+ For the gude luck of your half-crown."
+
+91. A beautiful plain, or common, lying along the Tay near
+Perth.--CHAMBERS.
+
+
+
+
+SIR WILLIAM WALLACE.
+
+From _The Thistle of Scotland_, p. 100.
+
+
+The editor states that he took the ballad down from the recitation of an
+old gentlewoman in Aberdeenshire.
+
+ Wou'd ye hear of William Wallace,
+ An' sek him as he goes,
+ Into the lan' of Lanark,
+ Amang his mortel faes?
+
+ There was fyften English sogers 5
+ Unto his ladie cam,
+ Said "Gie us William Wallace,
+ That we may have him slain.
+
+ "Wou'd ye gie William Wallace,
+ That we may have him slain, 10
+ And ye's be wedded to a lord,
+ The best in Christendeem."
+
+ "This verra nicht at seven,
+ Brave Wallace will come in,
+ And he'll come to my chamber door, 15
+ Without or dread or din."
+
+ The fyften English sogers
+ Around the house did wait,
+ And four brave Southron foragers,
+ Stood hie upon the gait. 20
+
+ That verra nicht at seven
+ Brave Wallace he came in,
+ And he came to his ladies bouir,
+ Withouten dread or din.
+
+ When she beheld him Wallace, 25
+ She star'd him in the face;
+ "Ohon, alas!" said that ladie,
+ "This is a woful case.
+
+ "For I this nicht have sold you,
+ This nicht you must be taen, 30
+ And I'm to be wedded to a lord,
+ The best in Christendeem."
+
+ "Do you repent," said Wallace,
+ "The ill you've dane to me?"
+ "Ay, that I do," said that ladie, 35
+ "And will do till I die.
+
+ "Ay, that I do," said that ladie,
+ "And will do ever still,
+ And for the ill I've dane to you,
+ Let me burn upon a hill." 40
+
+ "Now God forfend," says brave Wallace,
+ "I shou'd be so unkind;
+ Whatever I am to Scotland's faes,
+ I'm aye a woman's friend.
+
+ "Will ye gie me your gown, your gown, 45
+ Your gown but and your kirtle,
+ Your petticoat of bonny brown,
+ And belt about my middle?
+
+ "I'll take a pitcher in ilka hand,
+ And do me to the well, 50
+ They'll think I'm one of your maidens,
+ Or think it is your sell."
+
+ She has gien him her gown, her gown,
+ Her petticoat and kirtle,
+ Her broadest belt wi' silver clasp, 55
+ To bind about his middle.
+
+ He's taen a pitcher in ilka hand,
+ And dane him to the well,
+ They thought him one of her maidens,
+ They ken'd it was nae hersell. 60
+
+ Said one of the Southron foragers,
+ "See ye yon lusty dame?
+ I wou'd nae gie muckle to thee, neebor,
+ To bring her back agen."
+
+ Then all the Southrons follow'd him, 65
+ And sure they were but four;
+ But he has drawn his trusty brand,
+ And slew them pair by pair.
+
+ He threw the pitchers frae his hands,
+ And to the hills fled he, 70
+ Until he cam to a fair may,
+ Was washin' on yon lea.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye weel far'd may?
+ What news hae ye to gie?"
+ "Ill news, ill news," the fair may said, 75
+ "Ill news I hae to thee.
+
+ "There is fyften English sogers
+ Into that thatched inn,
+ Seeking Sir William Wallace;
+ I fear that he is slain." 80
+
+ "Have ye any money in your pocket?
+ Pray lend it unto me,
+ And when I come this way again,
+ Repaid ye weel shall be."
+
+ She['s] put her hand in her pocket, 85
+ And taen out shillings three;
+ He turn'd him right and round about,
+ And thank'd the weel far'd may.
+
+ He had not gone a long rig length,
+ A rig length and a span, 90
+ Until he met a bold beggar,
+ As sturdy as cou'd gang.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye bold beggar?
+ What news hae ye to gie?"
+ "O heavy news," the beggar said, 95
+ "I hae to tell to thee.
+
+ "There is fyften English sogers,
+ I heard them in yon inn,
+ Vowing to kill him Wallace;
+ I fear the chief is slain." 100
+
+ "Will ye change apparell wi' me, auld man?
+ Change your apparell for mine?
+ And when I come this way again,
+ Ye'll be my ain poor man."
+
+ When he got on the beggar's coat, 105
+ The pike staff in his hand,
+ He's dane him down to yon tavern,
+ Where they were drinking wine.
+
+ "What news, what news, ye staff beggar?
+ What news hae ye to gie?" 110
+ "I hae nae news, I heard nae news,
+ As few I'll hae frae thee."
+
+ "I think your coat is ragged, auld man,
+ But wou'd you wages win,
+ And tell where William Wallace is, 115
+ We'll lay gold in your hand."
+
+ "Tell down, tell down your good red gold,
+ Upon the table head,
+ And ye sall William Wallace see,
+ Wi' the down-come of Robin Hood." 120
+
+ They had nae tauld the money down,
+ And laid it on his knee,
+ When candles, lamps, and candlesticks,
+ He on the floor gar'd flee.
+
+ And he has drawn his trusty brand, 125
+ And slew them one by one,
+ Then sat down at the table head,
+ And call[e']d for some wine.
+
+ The goodwife she ran but, ran but,
+ The goodman he ran ben, 130
+ The verra bairns about the fire
+ Were a' like to gang brain.
+
+ "Now if there be a Scotsman here,
+ He'll come and drink wi' me;
+ And if there be an English loun, 135
+ It is his time to flee."
+
+ The goodman was an Englishman,
+ And to the hills he ran,
+ The goodwife was a Scots woman,
+ And she came to his hand. 140
+
+
+
+
+APPENDIX.
+
+
+
+
+JOHNNY COCK. (See p. 11.)
+
+
+From Fry's _Pieces of Ancient Poetry, from unpublished Manuscripts and
+scarce Books_ (p. 51). Bristol, 1814.
+
+"This ballad is taken from a modern quarto manuscript purchased at
+Glasgow of Messrs. Smith and Son in the year 1810, and containing
+several others, but written so corruptly as to be of little or no
+authority; appearing to be the text-book of some illiterate drummer,
+from its comprising the music of several regimental marches."
+
+Fry did not observe that he was printing fragments of two different
+versions as one ballad. They are here separated.
+
+
+I.
+
+ Johnny Cock, in a May morning,
+ Sought water to wash his hands;
+ And he is awa to louse his dogs,
+ That's tied wi iron bans,
+ _That's tied wi iron bans_.
+
+ His coat it is of the light Lincum green, 5
+ And his breiks are of the same;
+ His shoes are of the American leather,
+ Silver buckles tying them.
+ _Silver buckles, &c._
+
+ 'He' hunted up, and so did 'he' down,
+ Till 'he' came to yon bush of scrogs, 10
+ And then to yon wan water,
+ Where he slept among his dogs.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ Johnny Cock out-shot a' the foresters,
+ And out-shot a' the three;
+ Out shot a' the foresters, 15
+ Wounded Johnny aboun the bree.
+
+ "Woe be to you, foresters,
+ And an ill death may you die![L18]
+ For there would not a wolf in a' the wood,
+ Have done the like to me. 20
+
+ "For ''twould ha' put its foot in the coll water,
+ And ha strinkled it on my bree;
+ And gin [it] that would not have done,
+ Would have gane and lett me be.
+
+ "I often took to my mother 25
+ The dandoo and the roe;
+ But now I'l take to my mother
+ Much sorrow and much woe.
+
+ "I often took to my mother
+ The dandoo and the hare; 30
+ But now I'l take to my mother
+ Much sorrow and much care."
+
+18-24. Finlay furnishes one beautiful stanza which belongs to this
+portion of the story, and, as that editor remarks, describes
+expressively the languor of approaching death.
+
+ There's no a bird in a' this foreste
+ Will do as meikle for me,
+ As dip its wing in the wan water
+ An straik it on my ee-bree.
+
+ _Scottish Ballads_, I. xxxi.
+
+
+II.
+
+ Fifteen foresters in the braid alow,
+ And they are wondrous fell;
+ To get a drop of Johnny's heart bluid,
+ They would sink a' their souls to hell.
+
+ Johnny Cock has gotten word of this, 5
+ And he is wondrous keen;
+ He['s] custan aff the red scarlet,
+ And on 'wi' the Linkum green.
+
+ And he is ridden oer muir and muss,
+ And over mountains high, 10
+ Till he came to yon wan water;
+ And there Johnny Cock did lie.
+
+ He's taen out a horn from his side,
+ And he blew both loud and shrill,
+ Till a' the fifteen foresters 15
+ Heard Johnny Cock blaw his horn.
+
+ They have sworn a bluidy oath,
+ And they swore all in one,
+ That there was not a man among them a',
+ Would blaw such a blast as yon. 20
+
+ And they have ridden oer muir and muss,
+ And over mountains high,
+ Till they came to yon wan water,
+ Where Johnny Cock did lie.
+
+ They have shotten little Johnny Cock, 25
+ A little above the ee;
+ * * * * *
+ For doing the like to me.
+
+ "There's not a wolf in a' the wood[L29]
+ Woud 'ha' done the like to me: 30
+ 'She'd ha' dipped her foot in coll water,
+ And strinkled above my ee,
+ And if I would have waked for that,
+ 'She'd ha' gane and let me be.
+
+ "But fingers five, come here, [come here,] 35
+ And faint heart fail me nought![L36]
+ And silver strings, value me sma' things,
+ Till I get all this vengeance rowght!"
+
+ He ha[s] shot a' the fifteen foresters,
+ Left never a one but one; 40
+ And he broke the ribs a that anes side,
+ And let him take tiding home.
+
+ They have ridden oer muir and muss,
+ And over mountains high,
+ Till they met wi 'an' old palmer, 45
+ Was walking along the way.
+
+ "What news, what news, old palmer,
+ What news have you to me?"
+ "Yonder is one of the proudest wed sons
+ That ever my eyes did see. 50
+ * * * * *
+
+ "* * a bird in a' the wood
+ Could sing as I could say;
+ It would go in to my mothers bower,[L53]
+ And bid her kiss me, and take me away."
+
+29. word.
+
+36. faint hearted.
+
+53. bows.
+
+
+
+
+THE LIFE AND DEATH OF SIR HUGH OF THE GRIME. (See p. 51.)
+
+From Durfey's _Pills to purge Melancholy_, vi. 289.
+
+
+The same is printed in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_ (ed. 1790), p. 192, from
+a collation of two blackletter copies, one in the collection of the Duke
+of Roxburgh, and "another in the hands of John Baynes, Esq." Several
+stanzas are corrupted, and the names are greatly disfigured. Ritson
+mentions in a note a somewhat different ballad on the same subject,
+beginning:--
+
+ "Good Lord John is a hunting gone."
+
+ * * * * *
+
+ As it befel upon one time,
+ About mid-summer of the year,
+ Every man was taxt of his crime,
+ For stealing the good Lord Bishop's mare.
+
+ The good Lord Screw sadled a horse, 5
+ And rid after the same serime;
+ Before he did get over the moss,
+ There was he aware of Sir Hugh of the Grime.
+
+ "Turn, O turn, thou false traytor,
+ Turn, and yield thyself unto me: 10
+ Thou hast stol'n the Lord Bishop's mare,
+ And now thinkest away to flee."
+
+ "No, soft, Lord Screw, that may not be;
+ Here is a broad sword by my side,
+ And if that thou canst conquer me, 15
+ The victory will soon be try'd."
+
+ "I ne'er was afraid of a traytor bold,
+ Altho' thy name be Hugh in the Grime;
+ I'll make thee repent thy speeches foul,
+ If day and life but give me time." 20
+
+ "Then do thy worst, good Lord Screw,
+ And deal your blows as fast as you can;
+ It will be try'd between me and you
+ Which of us two shall be the best man."
+
+ Thus as they dealt their blows so free, 25
+ And both so bloody at that time,
+ Over the moss ten yeomen they see,
+ Come for to take Sir Hugh in the Grime.
+
+ Sir Hugh set his back again[st] a tree,
+ And then the men compast him round; 30
+ His mickle sword from his hand did flee,
+ And then they brought Sir Hugh to the ground.
+
+ Sir Hugh of the Grime now taken is
+ And brought back to Garland town;
+ Then cry'd the good wives all in Garland town, 35
+ "Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st ne'er gang down."
+
+ The good Lord Bishop is come to town,
+ And on the bench is set so high;
+ And every man was tax'd to his crime,
+ At length he called Sir Hugh in the Grime. 40
+
+ "Here am I, thou false Bishop,
+ Thy humours all to fulfil;
+ I do not think my fact so great
+ But thou mayst put [it] into thy own will."
+
+ The quest of jury-men was call'd, 45
+ The best that was in Garland town;
+ Eleven of them spoke all in a breast,
+ "Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st ne'er gang down."
+
+ Then other questry-men was call'd,
+ The best that was in Rumary; 50
+ Twelve of them spoke all in a breast,
+ "Sir Hugh in the Grime, thou'st now guilty."
+
+ Then came down my good Lord Boles,
+ Falling down upon his knee;
+ "Five hundred pieces of gold will I give, 55
+ To grant Sir Hugh in the Grime to me."
+
+ "Peace, peace, my good Lord Boles,
+ And of your speeches set them by;
+ If there be eleven Grimes all of a name,
+ Then by my own honour they all should dye." 60
+
+ Then came down my good Lady Ward,
+ Falling low upon her knee;
+ "Five hundred measures of gold I'll give,
+ To grant Sir Hugh of the Grime to me."
+
+ "Peace, peace, my good Lady Ward, 65
+ None of your proffers shall him buy;
+ For if there be twelve Grimes all of a name,
+ By my own honour [they] all should dye."
+
+ Sir Hugh of the Grime's condemn'd to dye,
+ And of his friends he had no lack; 70
+ Fourteen foot he leapt in his ward,
+ His hands bound fast upon his back.
+
+ Then he look'd over his left shoulder,
+ To see whom he could see or 'spye;
+ Then was he aware of his father dear, 75
+ Came tearing his hair most pitifully.
+
+ "Peace, peace, my father dear,
+ And of your speeches set them by;
+ Tho' they have bereav'd me of my life,
+ They cannot bereave me of heaven so high." 80
+
+ He look'd over his right shoulder,
+ To see whom he could see or 'spye;
+ There was he aware of his mother dear,
+ Came tearing her hair most pitifully.
+
+ "Pray have me remember'd to Peggy my wife, 85
+ As she and I walk'd over the moor,
+ She was the cause of the loss of my life,
+ And with the old bishop she play'd the whore.
+
+ "Here, Johnny Armstrong, take thou my sword,
+ That is made of the metal so fine, 90
+ And when thou com'st to the Border side,
+ Remember the death of Sir Hugh of the Grime."
+
+
+
+
+[JOHNIE ARMSTRANG, OR,] A NORTHERN BALLET.
+
+From _Wit Restor'd_, p. 132.
+
+
+ There dwelt a man in faire Westmerland,
+ Jonne Armestrong men did him call,
+ He had nither lands nor rents coming in,
+ Yet he kept eight score men in his hall.
+
+ He had horse and harness for them all, 5
+ Goodly steeds were all milke white,
+ O the golden bands an about their necks,
+ And their weapons they were all alike.
+
+ Newes then was brought unto the king,
+ That there was sicke a won as hee, 10
+ That lived lyke a bold out-law,[L11]
+ And robbed all the north country.
+
+ The king he writt an a letter then
+ A letter which was large and long,
+ He signed it with his owne hand, 15
+ And he promised to doe him no wrong.
+
+ When this letter came Jonne untill,
+ His heart it was as blythe as birds on the tree;
+ "Never was I sent for before any king,
+ My father, my grandfather, nor none but mee. 20
+
+ "And if wee goe the king before,
+ I would we went most orderly;
+ Every man of you shall have his scarlet cloak,
+ Laced with silver laces three.
+
+ "Every won of you shall have his velvett coat, 25
+ Laced with sillver lace so white;
+ O the golden bands an about your necks,
+ Black hatts, white feathers, all alyke."
+
+ By the morrow morninge at ten of the clock,
+ Towards Edenburough gon was hee, 30
+ And with him all his eight score men,
+ Good lord, it was a goodly sight for to see!
+
+ When Jonne came befower the king,
+ He fell downe on his knee;
+ "O pardon my soveraine leige," he said, 35
+ "O pardon my eight score men and mee!"
+
+ "Thou shalt have no pardon, thou traytor strong,
+ For thy eight score men nor thee;
+ For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,
+ Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow tree." 40
+
+ But Jonne looked over his left shoulder,
+ Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee!
+ Saying, "Asking grace of a graceles face--
+ Why there is none for you nor me."
+
+ But Jonne had a bright sword by his side, 45
+ And it was made of the mettle so free,
+ That had not the king stept his foot aside,
+ He had smitten his head from his fair bodd['e].
+
+ Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,
+ And see that none of you be taine; 50
+ For rather then men shall say we were hanged,
+ Let them report how we were slaine."
+
+ Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
+ And so besett poore Jonne [a] rounde,
+ That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnes best men, 55
+ Lay gasping all upon the ground.
+
+ Then like a mad man Jonne laide about,
+ And like a mad man then fought hee,
+ Untill a falce Scot came Jonne behinde,
+ And runn him through the faire boddee. 60
+
+ Saying, "Fight on, my merry men all,
+ And see that none of you be taine;
+ For I will stand by and bleed but a while,
+ And then will I come and fight againe."
+
+ Newes then was brought to young Jonne Armestrong, 65
+ As he stood by his nurses knee,
+ Who vowed if er'e he lived for to be a man,
+ O th' the treacherous Scots reveng'd hee'd be.
+
+
+11. syke.
+
+
+
+
+LOUDOUN CASTLE. (See p. 149.)
+
+
+From _The Ballads and Songs of Ayrshire_, First Series, p. 74, where it
+is taken from a _Statistical Account of the Parish of Loudoun_. The
+writer of the _Statistical Account_ states that the old castle of
+Loudoun is supposed to have been destroyed by fire about 350 years ago.
+"The current tradition," he adds, "ascribes that event to the Clan
+Kennedy, and the remains of an old tower at Auchruglen, on the Galston
+side of the valley, is still pointed out as having been their
+residence."
+
+
+ It fell about the Martinmas time,
+ When the wind blew snell and cauld,
+ That Adam o' Gordon said to his men,
+ "When will we get a hold?
+
+ "See [ye] not where yonder fair castle 5
+ Stands on yon lily lee?
+ The laird and I hae a deadly feud,
+ The lady fain would I see."
+
+ As she was up on the househead,
+ Behold, on looking down, 10
+ She saw Adam o' Gordon and his men,
+ Coming riding to the town.
+
+ The dinner was not well set down,
+ Nor the grace was scarcely said,
+ Till Adam o' Gordon and his men 15
+ About the walls were laid.
+
+ "It's fause now fa' thee, Jock my man,
+ Thou might a let me be;
+ Yon man has lifted the pavement stone,
+ An' let in the loun to me." 20
+
+ "Seven years I served thee, fair ladie,
+ You gave me meat and fee;
+ But now I am Adam o' Gordon's man,
+ An' maun either do it or die."
+
+ "Come down, come down, my Lady Loudoun, 25
+ Come thou down unto me;[L26]
+ I'll wrap thee on a feather bed,
+ Thy warrand I shall be."
+
+ "I'll no come down, I'll no come down,
+ For neither laird nor loun, 30
+ Nor yet for any bloody butcher
+ That lives in Altringham town.
+
+ "I would give the black," she says,
+ "And so would I the brown,
+ If that Thomas, my only son, 35
+ Could charge to me a gun."
+
+ Out then spake the Lady Margaret,
+ As she stood on the stair,--
+ The fire was at her goud garters,
+ The lowe was at her hair. 40
+
+ "I would give the black," she says,
+ "And so would I the brown,
+ For a drink of yon water,
+ That rins by Galston Town."
+
+ Out then spake fair Anne, 45
+ She was baith jimp and sma',
+ "O row me in a pair o' sheets,
+ And tow me down the wa'."
+
+ "O hold thy tongue, thou fair Anne,
+ And let thy talkin' be, 50
+ For thou must stay in this fair castle,
+ And bear thy death with me."
+
+ "O mother," spoke the Lord Thomas,
+ As he sat on the nurse's knee,
+ "O mother, give up this fair castle, 55
+ Or the reek will worrie me."
+
+ "I would rather be burnt to ashes sma',
+ And be cast on yon sea foam,
+ Before I'd give up this fair castle,
+ And my lord so far from home. 60
+
+ "My good lord has an army strong,
+ He's now gone o'er the sea;
+ He bade me keep this gay castle,
+ As long as it would keep me.
+
+ "I've four-and-twenty brave milk kye 65
+ Gangs on yon lily lee,
+ I'd give them a' for a blast of wind,
+ To blaw the reek from me."
+
+ O pitie on yon fair castle,
+ That's built with stone and lime, 70
+ But far mair pitie on Lady Loudoun,
+ And all her children nine.
+
+26. down thou.
+
+
+
+
+ROB ROY. (See p. 203.)
+
+From _Select Scottish Songs, Ancient and Modern_, by Robert Burns,
+edited by Cromek, ii. 199.
+
+
+ Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,
+ Unto the Lawlan' border,
+ To steal awa a gay ladie
+ To haud his house in order.
+ He cam owre the lock o' Lynn, 5
+ Twenty men his arms did carry;
+ Himsel gaed in, an' fand her out,
+ Protesting he would marry.
+
+ "O will ye gae wi' me," he says,
+ "Or will ye be my honey? 10
+ Or will ye be my wedded wife?
+ For I love you best of any."
+ "I winna gae wi' you," she says,
+ "Nor will I be your honey,
+ Nor will I be your wedded wife; 15
+ You love me for my money."
+ * * * * *
+
+ But he set her on a coal-black steed,
+ Himsel lap on behind her,
+ An' he's awa to the Highland hills,
+ Whare her frien's they canna find her. 20
+ * * * * *
+
+ "Rob Roy was my father ca'd,
+ Macgregor was his name, ladie;
+ He led a band o' heroes bauld,
+ An' I am here the same, ladie.
+ Be content, be content, 25
+ Be content to stay, ladie,
+ For thou art my wedded wife
+ Until thy dying day, ladie.
+
+ "He was a hedge unto his frien's,
+ A heckle to his foes, ladie, 30
+ Every one that durst him wrang,
+ He took him by the nose, ladie.
+ I'm as bold, I'm as bold,
+ I'm as bold, an more, ladie;
+ He that daurs dispute my word, 35
+ Shall feel my guid claymore, ladie."
+
+
+II.
+
+From Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 44.
+
+ Rob Roy from the Highlands cam,
+ Unto our Scottish border,
+ And he has stow'n a lady fair,
+ To haud his house in order.
+
+ And when he cam, he surrounded the house, 5
+ Twenty men their arms did carry,
+ And he has stow'n this lady fair,
+ On purpose her to marry.
+
+ And when he cam, he surrounded the house;
+ No tidings there cam before him, 10
+ Or else the lady would have been gone,
+ For still she did abhor him.
+
+ Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes,
+ Fast hauding by her mother,
+ Wi' murnfu' cries, and wat'ry eyes, 15
+ They are parted frae each other.
+
+ Nae time he gied her to be dress'd,
+ As ladies do when they're bride O,
+ But he hastened and hurried her awa',
+ And he row'd her in his plaid O. 20
+
+ They rade till they cam to Ballyshine,
+ At Ballyshine they tarried;
+ He bought to her a cotton gown,
+ Yet ne'er would she be married.
+
+ Three held her up before the priest, 25
+ Four carried her to bed O,
+ Wi' wat'ry eyes, and murnfu' sighs,
+ When she behind was laid O.
+ * * * * *
+
+ "O be content, be content,
+ Be content to stay, lady, 30
+ For ye are my wedded wife
+ Unto my dying day, lady.
+
+CHORUS.
+
+ _Be content, be content,
+ Be content to stay, lady,
+ For ye are my wedded wife
+ Unto my dying day, lady._
+
+ "My father is Rob Roy called,
+ M'Gregor is his name, lady,
+ In all the country where he dwells, 35
+ He does succeed the fame, lady.
+
+ "My father he has cows and ewes,
+ And goats he has eneuch, lady,
+ And you, and twenty thousand merks,
+ Will make me a man complete, lady." 40
+
+
+
+
+EPPIE MORRIE.
+
+From Maidment's _North Countrie Garland_, p. 40.
+
+
+"This ballad is probably much more than a century old, though the
+circumstances which have given rise to it were fortunately too common to
+preclude the possibility of its being of a later date. Although
+evidently founded on fact, the editor has not hitherto discovered the
+particular circumstances out of which it has originated."
+
+ Four and twenty Highland men
+ Came a' from Carrie side,
+ To steal awa' Eppie Morrie,
+ 'Cause she would not be a bride.
+
+ Out it's cam her mother, 5
+ It was a moonlight night,
+ She could not see her daughter.
+ The sands they shin'd so bright.
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, mother,
+ Haud far awa' frae me; 10
+ There's not a man in a' Strathdon
+ Shall wedded be with me."
+
+ They have taken Eppie Morrie,
+ And horseback bound her on,
+ And then awa' to the minister, 15
+ As fast as horse could gang.
+
+ He's taken out a pistol,
+ And set it to the minister's breast;
+ "Marry me, marry me, minister,
+ Or else I'll be your priest." 20
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, good sir,
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ For there's not a man in a' Strathdon
+ That shall married be with me."
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, Willie, 25
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ For I darna avow to marry you,
+ Except she's as willing as ye."
+
+ They have taken Eppie Morrie,
+ Since better could nae be, 30
+ And they're awa' to Carrie side,
+ As fast as horse could flee.
+
+ Then mass was sung, and bells were rung,
+ And all were bound for bed,
+ Then Willie an' Eppie Morrie 35
+ In one bed they were laid.
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, Willie,
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ Before I'll lose my maidenhead,
+ I'll try my strength with thee." 40
+
+ She took the cap from off her head,
+ And threw it to the way;
+ Said, "Ere I lose my maidenhead,
+ I'll fight with you till day."
+
+ Then early in the morning, 45
+ Before her clothes were on,
+ In came the maiden of Scalletter,
+ Gown and shirt alone.
+
+ "Get up, get up, young woman,
+ And drink the wine wi' me;" 50
+ "You might have called me maiden,
+ I'm sure as leal as thee."
+
+ "Wally fa' you, Willie,
+ That ye could nae prove a man,
+ And taen the lassie's maidenhead; 55
+ She would have hired your han'."
+
+ "Haud far awa' frae me, lady,
+ Haud far awa' frae me;
+ There's not a man in a' Strathdon,
+ The day shall wed wi' me." 60
+
+ Soon in there came Belbordlane,
+ With a pistol on every side;
+ "Come awa' hame, Eppie Morrie,
+ And there you'll be my bride."
+
+ "Go get to me a horse, Willie, 65
+ And get it like a man,
+ And send me back to my mother,
+ A maiden as I cam.
+
+ "The sun shines o'er the westlin hills,
+ By the light lamp of the moon, 70
+ Just saddle your horse, young John Forsyth,
+ And whistle, and I'll come soon."
+
+
+
+
+MACPHERSON'S RANT.
+
+
+This ballad, worthy of a hangman's pen, was first printed in Herd's
+_Scottish Songs_, i. 161. It is found, mutilated and altered, with the
+title of _Macpherson's Lament_, in the _Thistle of Scotland_, p. 52.
+
+The story of Macpherson is given as follows by a writer in the _New
+Monthly Magazine_, vol. i. p. 142, cited by Chambers, _Scottish Songs_,
+i. 84.
+
+"James Macpherson was born of a beautiful gipsy, who, at a great
+wedding, attracted the notice of a half-intoxicated Highland gentleman.
+He acknowledged the child, and had him reared in his house, until he
+lost his life in bravely pursuing a hostile clan, to recover a spreach
+of cattle taken from Badenoch. The gipsy woman, hearing of this
+disaster, in her rambles the following summer, came and took away her
+boy; but she often returned with him, to wait upon his relations and
+clansmen, who never failed to clothe him well, besides giving money to
+his mother. He grew up to beauty, strength, and stature, rarely
+equalled. His sword is still preserved at Duff House, a residence of the
+Earl of Fife, and few men of our day could carry, far less wield it, as
+a weapon of war; and if it must be owned that his prowess was debased by
+the exploits of a free-booter, it is certain, no act of cruelty, no
+robbery of the widow, the fatherless, or distressed, and no murder, were
+ever perpetrated under his command. He often gave the spoils of the rich
+to relieve the poor; and all his tribe were restrained from many
+atrocities of rapine by the awe of his mighty arm. Indeed, it is said
+that a dispute with an aspiring and savage man of his tribe, who wished
+to rob a gentleman's house while his wife and two children lay on the
+bier for interment, was the cause of his being betrayed to the vengeance
+of the law. The magistrates of Aberdeen were exasperated at Macpherson's
+escape, and bribed a girl in that city to allure and deliver him into
+their hands. There is a platform before the jail, at the top of a stair,
+and a door below. When Macpherson's capture was made known to his
+comrades by the frantic girl, who had been so credulous as to believe
+the magistrates only wanted to hear the wonderful performer on the
+violin, his cousin, Donald Macpherson, a gentleman of Herculean powers,
+did not disdain to come from Badenoch, and to join a gipsy, Peter Brown,
+in liberating the prisoner. On a market-day they brought several
+assistants; and swift horses were stationed at a convenient distance.
+Donald Macpherson and Peter Brown forced the jail; and while Peter Brown
+went to help the heavily-fettered James Macpherson in moving away,
+Donald Macpherson guarded the jail-door with a drawn sword. Many persons
+assembled at the market had experienced James Macpherson's humanity, or
+had shared his bounty; and they crowded round the jail as in mere
+curiosity, but, in fact, to obstruct the civil authorities in their
+attempts to prevent a rescue. A butcher, however, was resolved to detain
+Macpherson, expecting a large recompense from the magistrates; he sprung
+up the stairs, and leaped from the platform upon Donald Macpherson, whom
+he dashed to the ground by the force and weight of his body. Donald
+Macpherson soon recovered, to make a desperate resistance; and the
+combatants tore off each other's clothes. The butcher got a glimpse of
+his dog upon the platform, and called him to his aid; but Macpherson,
+with admirable presence of mind, snatched up his own plaid, which lay
+near, and threw it over the butcher, thus misleading the instinct of his
+canine adversary. The dog darted with fury upon the plaid, and terribly
+lacerated his master's thigh. In the mean time, James Macpherson had
+been carried out by Peter Brown, and was soon joined by Donald
+Macpherson, who was quickly covered by some friendly spectator with a
+hat and great coat. The magistrates ordered webs from the shops to be
+drawn across the Gallowgate; but Donald Macpherson cut them asunder with
+his sword, and James, the late prisoner, got off on horseback. He was,
+some time after, betrayed by a man of his own tribe: and was the last
+person executed at Banff, previous to the abolition of hereditable
+jurisdiction. He was an admirable performer on the violin; and his
+talent for composition is still evidenced by Macpherson's Rant, and
+Macpherson's Pibroch. He performed these tunes at the foot of the fatal
+tree; and then asked if he had any friend in the crowd to whom a last
+gift of his instrument would be acceptable. No man had hardihood to
+claim friendship with a delinquent, in whose crimes the acknowledgment
+might implicate an avowed acquaintance. As no friend came forward,
+Macpherson said, the companion of so many gloomy hours should perish
+with him; and, breaking the violin over his knees, he threw away the
+fragments. Donald Macpherson picked up the neck of the violin, which to
+this day is preserved, as a valuable memento, by the family of Cluny,
+chieftain of the Macphersons."
+
+Burns's magnificent death-song, _McPherson's Farewell_, is too well
+known to require more than an allusion.
+
+ I've spent my time in rioting,
+ Debauch'd my health and strength;
+ I've pillag'd, plunder'd, murdered,
+ But now, alas! at length,
+ I'm brought to punishment direct, 5
+ Pale death draws near to me;
+ This end I never did project,
+ To hang upon a tree.
+
+ To hang upon a tree! a tree!
+ That curs'd unhappy death! 10
+ Like to a wolf to worried be,
+ And choaked in the breath.
+ My very heart would surely break,
+ When this I think upon,
+ Did not my courage singular 15
+ Bid pensive thoughts begone.
+
+ No man on earth that draweth breath,
+ More courage had than I;
+ I dar'd my foes unto their face,
+ And would not from them fly. 20
+ This grandeur stout, I did keep out,
+ Like Hector, manfullie:
+ Then wonder one like me, so stout,
+ Should hang upon a tree!
+
+ Th' Egyptian band I did command, 25
+ With courage more by far,
+ Than ever did a general
+ His soldiers in the war.
+ Being fear'd by all, both great and small,
+ I liv'd most joyfullie: 30
+ O! curse upon this fate of mine,
+ To hang upon a tree!
+
+ As for my life, I do not care,
+ If justice would take place,
+ And bring my fellow plunderers 35
+ Unto this same disgrace.
+ For Peter Brown, that notour loon,
+ Escap'd and was made free;
+ O! curse upon this fate of mine,
+ To hang upon a tree! 40
+
+ Both law and justice buried are,
+ And fraud and guile succeed;
+ The guilty pass unpunished,
+ If money intercede.
+ The Laird of Grant, that Highland saint, 45
+ His mighty majestie,
+ He pleads the cause of Peter Brown,
+ And lets Macpherson die.
+
+ The destiny of my life, contriv'd
+ By those whom I oblig'd, 50
+ Rewarded me much ill for good,
+ And left me no refuge.
+ For Braco Duff, in rage enough,
+ He first laid hands on me;
+ And if that death would not prevent, 55
+ Avenged would I be.
+
+ As for my life, it is but short,
+ When I shall be no more;
+ To part with life I am content,
+ As any heretofore. 60
+ Therefore, good people all, take heed,
+ This warning take by me,
+ According to the lives you lead,
+ Rewarded you shall be.
+
+
+
+
+BOOK VIII.
+
+THE FLEMISH INSURRECTION.
+
+
+The Flemings, having abandoned their legitimate sovereign and attached
+themselves to Philip the Fair, found at last cause to repent. In 1301,
+two citizens of Bruges, Peter de Koning, a draper, and John Breydel, a
+butcher, stirred up their townsmen to revolt, and drove out the French
+garrison. The next year, the Count d'Artois, with a superb army, was
+defeated by the insurgents at the battle of Courtrai.
+
+This ballad is found in MS. Harl. No. 2253, "of the reign of Edw. II."
+and has been printed in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_ (i. 51), and in
+Wright's _Political Songs_, p. 187. We have adopted the text of the
+latter.
+
+ Lustneth, lordinges, bothe yonge ant olde,
+ Of the Freynsshe men that were so proude ant bolde,
+ Hou the Flemmysshe men bohten hem ant solde,
+ Upon a Wednesday.
+ Betere hem were at home in huere londe, 5
+ Then for te seche Flemmysshe by the see stronde,
+ Whare thourh moni Frenshe wyf wryngeth hire honde,
+ Ant singeth weylaway.
+
+ The Kyng of Fraunce made statuz newe,
+ In the lond of Flaundres among false ant trewe, 10
+ That the commun of Bruges ful sore con arewe,
+ Ant seiden amonges hem,
+ "Gedere we us togedere hardilyche at ene,
+ Take we the bailifs bi tuenty ant by tene,
+ Clappe we of the hevedes anonen o the grene,[L15] 15
+ Ant caste we y the fen."
+
+ The webbes ant the fullaris assembleden hem alle,
+ Ant makeden huere consail in huere commune halle;
+ Token Peter Conyng huere kyng to calle,
+ Ant beo huere cheventeyn. 20
+ Hue nomen huere rouncyns out of the stalle,
+ Ant closeden the toun withinne the walle;
+ Sixti baylies ant ten hue maden adoun falle,
+ Ant moni an other sweyn.
+
+ Tho wolde the baylies that were come from Fraunce, 25
+ Dryve the Flemisshe that made the destaunce;
+ Hue turnden hem ayeynes with suerd ant with launce,
+ Stronge men ant lyht.
+ Y telle ou for sothe, for al huere bobaunce,
+ Ne for the avowerie of the Kyng of Fraunce, 30
+ Tuenti score ant fyve haden ther meschaunce,
+ By day ant eke by nyht.
+
+ Sire Jakes de Seint Poul, yherde hou hit was;
+ Sixtene hundred of horsemen asemblede o the gras;
+ He wende toward Bruges _pas pur pas_, 35
+ With swithe gret mounde
+ The Flemmysshe yherden telle the cas,
+ Agynneth to clynken huere basyns of bras,
+ Ant al hem to-dryven ase ston doth the glas,
+ Ant fellen hem to grounde. 40
+
+ Sixtene hundred of horsmen hede ther here fyn;
+ Hue leyyen y the stretes ystyked ase swyn,
+ Ther hue loren huere stedes ant mony rouncyn,
+ Thourh huere oune prude.
+ Sire Jakes ascapede, by a coynte gyn, 45
+ Out at one posterne ther me solde wyn,
+ Out of the fyhte hom to ys yn,
+ In wel muchele drede.
+
+ Tho the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this, anon,
+ Assemblede he is douss['e]-pers everuchon, 50
+ The proude eorl of Artoys ant other mony on,
+ To come to Paris.
+ The barouns of Fraunce thider conne gon,
+ Into the paleis that paved is with ston,
+ To jugge the Flemmisshe to bernen ant to slon, 55
+ Thourh the flour de lis.
+
+ Thenne seide the Kyng Philip, "Lustneth nou to me;
+ Myn eorles ant my barouns, gentil ant fre:
+ Goth, faccheth me the traytours ybounde to my kne;
+ Hastifliche ant blyve." 60
+ Tho suor the Eorl of Seint Poul, "_Par la goule d['e]_,
+ We shule facche the rybaus wher thi wille be,
+ Ant drawen hem [with] wilde hors out of the countr[e'],
+ By thousendes fyve."
+
+ "Sire Rauf Devel," sayth the Eorl of Boloyne, 65
+ "_Nus ne lerrum en vie chanoun ne moyne_;
+ Wende we forth anon ritht withoute eny assoygne,
+ Ne no lyves man.
+ We shule flo the Conyng, ant make roste is loyne;
+ The word shal springen of him into Coloyne, 70
+ So hit shal to Acres ant into Sesoyne,
+ Ant maken him ful wan."
+
+ Sevene eorls ant fourti barouns y-tolde,
+ Fiftene hundred knyhtes, proude ant swythe bolde,
+ Sixti thousent swyers amonge yunge ant olde, 75
+ Flemmisshe to take.
+ The Flemmisshe hardeliche hem come to-yeynes;
+ This proude Freinsshe eorles, huere knyhtes ant huere sweynes,
+ Aquelleden ant slowen, by hulles ant by pleynes,
+ Al for huere kynges sake. 80
+
+ This Frenshe come to Flaundres so liht so the hare;
+ Er hit were mydnyht hit fel hem to care;
+ Hue were laht by the net so bryd is in snare,
+ With rouncin ant with stede.
+ The Flemmisshe hem dabbeth o the het bare; 85
+ Hue nolden take for huem raunsoun ne ware;
+ Hue doddeth of huere hevedes, fare so hit fare,
+ Ant thareto haveth hue nede.
+
+ Thenne seyth the Eorl of Artois, "Y yelde me to the,
+ Peter Conyng, by thi nome, yef thou art hende ant fre, 90
+ That y ne have no shame ne no vylt['e],
+ That y ne be noud ded."
+ Thenne swor a bocher, "By my leaut['e],
+ Shalt thou ner more the kyng of Fraunce se,
+ Ne in the toun of Bruges in prisone be; 95
+ Thou woldest spene bred."
+
+ Ther hy were knulled y the putfalle,
+ This eorles ant barouns ant huere knyhtes alle;
+ Huere ledies huem mowe abide in boure ant in halle
+ Wel longe. 100
+ For hem mot huere kyng other knyhtes calle,
+ Other stedes taken out of huere stalle:
+ Ther hi habbeth dronke bittrere then the galle,
+ Upon the drue londe.
+
+ When the Kyng of Fraunce yherde this tydynge, 105
+ He smot doun is heved, is honden gon he wrynge:
+ Thourhout al Fraunce the word bygon to sprynge,
+ Wo wes huem tho!
+ Muche wes the sorewe ant the wepinge
+ That wes in al Fraunce among olde ant yynge; 110
+ The mest part of the lond bygon for te synge
+ "Alas ant weylawo!"
+
+ Awey, thou yunge pope! whet shal the to rede?
+ Thou hast lore thin cardinals at thi meste nede; 114
+ Ne keverest thou hem nevere for nones kunnes mede,
+ For sothe y the telle.
+ Do the forth to Rome, to amende thi misdede;
+ Bide gode halewen, hue lete the betere spede;
+ Bote thou worche wysloker, thou losest lont ant lede,
+ The coroune wel the felle. 120
+
+ Alas, thou seli Fraunce! for the may thunche shome,
+ That ane fewe fullaris maketh ou so tome;
+ Sixti thousent on a day hue maden fot-lome,
+ With eorl ant knyht.
+ Herof habbeth the Flemysshe suithe god game, 125
+ Ant suereth by Seint Omer ant eke bi Seint Jame,
+ Yef hy ther more cometh, hit falleth huem to shame,
+ With huem for te fyht.
+
+ I telle ou for sothe, the bataille thus bigon
+ Bituene Fraunce ant Flaundres, hou hue weren fon; 130
+ Vor Vrenshe the Eorl of Flaundres in prison heden ydon,
+ With tresoun untrewe.
+ Ye[f] the Prince of Walis his lyf habb['e] mote,
+ Hit falleth the Kyng of Fraunce bittrore then the sote;
+ Bote he the rathere therof welle do bote, 135
+ Wel sore hit shal hym rewe.
+
+15. anonen. R. an oven. W.
+
+
+
+
+THE EXECUTION OF SIR SIMON FRASER.
+
+
+On the 27th of March, 1306, Robert Bruce was crowned king at Scone.
+Immediately thereupon, King Edward the First sent the Earl of Pembroke,
+Aymer de Valence, to Scotland, to suppress what he called the rebellion
+in that kingdom. Pembroke attacked Bruce in his cantonments at Methven
+(or Kirkenclif) near Perth, and dispersed his small army, taking several
+prisoners of great consequence. Among them was Sir Simon Fraser, or
+Frisel, whose cruel fate is narrated in the following ballad.
+
+This piece has been printed in Ritson's _Ancient Songs_ (i. 28), and in
+Wright's _Political Songs_, p. 212, and is extracted from the same MS.
+as the preceding ballad.
+
+ Lystneth, lordynges, a newe song ichulle bigynne,
+ Of the traytours of Scotlond, that take beth wyth gynne;
+ Mon that loveth falsnesse, and nule never blynne,
+ Sore may him drede the lyf that he is ynne,
+ Ich understonde: 5
+ Selde wes he glad
+ That never nes a-sad
+ Of nythe ant of onde.
+
+ That y sugge by this Scottes that bueth nou to-drawe,
+ The hevedes o Londone-brugge, whos['e] con y-knawe; 10
+ He wenden han buen kynges, ant seiden so in sawe;
+ Betere hem were han y-be barouns, ant libbe in Godes lawe
+ Wyth love.
+ Whos['e] hateth soth ant ryht,
+ Lutel he douteth Godes myht, 15
+ The heye kyng above.
+
+ To warny alle the gentilmen that bueth in Scotlonde,
+ The Waleis wes to-drawe, seththe he wes an-honge,
+ Al quic biheveded, ys bowels ybrend,
+ The heved to Londone-brugge wes send, 20
+ To abyde.
+ After Simond Frysel,
+ That wes traytour ant fykell,
+ Ant y-cud ful wyde.
+
+ Sire Edward oure kyng, that ful ys of piet['e], 25
+ The Waleis quarters sende to is oune contr['e],
+ On four-half to honge, huere myrour to be,
+ Theropon to thenche, that monie myhten se,
+ Ant drede.
+ Why nolden he be war 30
+ Of the bataile of Donbar,
+ Hou evele hem con spede?
+
+ Bysshopes ant barouns come to the kynges pes,
+ Ase men that weren fals, fykel, ant les,
+ Othes hue him sworen in stude ther he wes, 35
+ To buen him hold ant trewe for alles cunnes res,
+ Thrye,
+ That hue ne shulden ayeyn him go,
+ So hue were temed tho;
+ Weht halt hit to lye? 40
+
+ To the kyng Edward hii fasten huere fay;
+ Fals wes here foreward so forst is in May,
+ That sonne from the southward wypeth away;
+ Moni proud Scot therof mene may
+ To yere. 45
+ Nes never Scotlond
+ With dunt of monnes hond
+ Allinge aboht so duere.
+
+ The bisshop of Glascou y chot he wes ylaht,
+ The bisshop of Seint-Andr[e'], bothe he beth ycaht, 50
+ The abbot of Scon with the kyng nis nout saht,
+ Al here purpos ycome hit ys to naht,
+ Thurh ryhte:
+ Hii were unwis
+ When hii thohte pris 55
+ Ayeyn huere kyng to fyhte.
+
+ Thourh consail of thes bisshopes ynemned byfore,
+ Sire Robert the Bruytz furst kyng wes ycore;
+ He mai everuche day ys fon him se byfore,
+ Yef hee mowen him hente, i chot he bith forlore, 60
+ Sauntz fayle.
+ Soht for te sugge,
+ Duere he shal abugge
+ That he bigon batayle.
+
+ Hii that him crounede proude were ant bolde, 65
+ Hii maden kyng of somer, so hii ner ne sholde,[L66]
+ Hii setten on ys heved a croune of rede golde,
+ Ant token him a kyneyerde, so me kyng sholde,
+ To deme.
+ Tho he wes set in see, 70
+ Lutel god couthe he
+ Kyneriche to yeme.
+
+ Nou kyng Hobbe in the mures yongeth,
+ For te come to toune nout him ne longeth;
+ The barouns of Engelond, myhte hue him grype, 75
+ He him wolde techen on Englysshe to pype,
+ Thourh streynthe:
+ Ne be he ner so stout,
+ Yet he bith ysoht out
+ O brede ant o leynthe. 80
+
+ Sire Edward of Carnarvan, (Jhesu him save ant see!)
+ Sire Emer de Valence, gentil knyht ant free,
+ Habbeth ysuore huere oht that, _par la grace d['e]e_,
+ Hee wolleth ous delyvren of that false contree,
+ Yef hii conne. 85
+ Muche hath Scotlond forlore,
+ Whet alast, whet bifore,
+ Ant lutel pris wonne.
+
+ Nou i chulle fonge ther ich er let,
+ Ant tellen ou of Frisel, ase ich ou byhet. 90
+ In the batayle of Kyrkenclyf Frysel wes ytake;
+ Ys continaunce abatede eny bost to make
+ Biside Strivelyn;
+ Knyhtes ant sweynes,
+ Fremen ant theynes, 95
+ Monye with hym.
+
+ So hii weren byset on everuche halve,
+ Somme slaye were, ant somme dreynte hemselve;
+ Sire Johan of Lyndeseye nolde nout abyde,
+ He wod into the water, his feren him bysyde, 100
+ To adrenche.
+ Whi nolden hii be war?
+ Ther nis non ayeyn star:--
+ Why nolden hy hem bythenche?
+
+ This wes byfore seint Bartholomeus masse, 105
+ That Frysel wes ytake, were hit more other lasse;
+ To sire Thomas of Multon, gentil baron ant fre,
+ Ant to sire Johan Jose, bytake tho wes he
+ To honde:
+ He wes yfetered weel, 110
+ Bothe with yrn ant wyth steel,
+ To bringen of Scotlonde.
+
+ Sone therafter the tydynge to the kyng com;
+ He him sende to Londone, with mony armed grom;
+ He com yn at Newegate, y telle yt ou aplyht, 115
+ A gerland of leves on ys hed ydyht,
+ Of grene;
+ For he shulde ben yknowe,
+ Bothe of heye ant of lowe,
+ For treytour, y wene. 120
+
+ Yfetered were ys legges under his horse wombe,
+ Bothe with yrn ant with stel mankled were ys honde,
+ A gerland of peruenke set on his heved;
+ Muche wes the poer that him wes byreved
+ In londe: 125
+ So god me amende,
+ Lutel he wende
+ So be broht in honde.
+
+ Sire Herbert of Norham, feyr knyht ant bold,[L129]
+ For the love of Frysel ys lyf wes ysold; 130
+ A wajour he made, so hit wes ytold,
+ Ys heved of to smhyte, yef me him brohte in hold,
+ Wat so bytyde:
+ Sory wes he thenne
+ Tho he myhte him kenne 135
+ Thourh the toun ryde.
+
+ Thenne seide ys scwyer a word anon ryht,
+ "Sire, we beth dede, ne helpeth hit no wyht,"
+ (Thomas de Boys the scwyer wes to nome,)
+ "Nou, y chot, our wajour turneth us to grome, 140
+ So ybate."
+ Y do ou to wyte,
+ Here heved wes of-smyte,
+ Byfore the Tour-gate.
+
+ This wes on oure Levedy even, for sothe ych understonde;[L145] 145
+ The justices seten for the knyhtes of Scotlonde,
+ Sire Thomas of Multone, an hendy knyht ant wys,[L147]
+ Ant sire Rauf of Sondwyche, that muchel is hold in prys,[L148]
+ Ant sire Johan Abel;
+ Mo y mihte telle by tale, 150
+ Bothe of grete ant of smale,
+ Ye knowen suythe wel.
+
+ Thenne saide the justice, that gentil is ant fre,
+ "Sire Simond Frysel, the kynges traytour hast thou be,
+ In water ant in londe, that monie myhten se. 155
+ What sayst thou thareto, hou wolt thou quite the?
+ Do say."
+ So foul he him wiste,
+ Nede waron truste
+ For to segge nay. 160
+
+ Ther he wes ydemed, so hit wes londes lawe;
+ For that he wes lordswyk, furst he wes to-drawe;
+ Upon a retheres hude forth he wes ytuht:
+ Sum while in ys time he wes a modi knyht,
+ In huerte. 165
+ Wickednesse ant sunne,
+ Hit is lutel wunne
+ That maketh the body smerte.
+
+ For al is grete poer, yet he wes ylaht;
+ Falsnesse ant swykedom, al hit geth to naht; 170
+ Tho he wes in Scotlond, lutel wes ys thoht
+ Of the harde jugement that him wes bysoht
+ In stounde.
+ He wes foursithe forswore
+ To the kyng ther bifore,[L175] 175
+ Ant that him brohte to grounde.
+
+ With feteres ant with gyves i chot he wes to-drowe,
+ From the Tour of Londone, that monie myhte knowe,
+ In a curtel of burel, a selkethe wyse,
+ Ant a gerland on ys heved of the newe guyse, 180
+ Thurh Cheepe;
+ Moni mon of Engelond
+ For to se Symond
+ Thideward con lepe.
+
+ Tho he com to galewes, furst he wes anhonge, 185
+ Al quic byheveded, thah him thohte longe;
+ Seththe he wes y-opened, is boweles ybrend,
+ The heved to Londone-brugge wes send,
+ To shonde:
+ So ich ever mote the, 190
+ Sumwhile wende he
+ Ther lutel to stonde.
+
+ He rideth thourh the sit['e], as y telle may,
+ With gomen ant wyth solas, that wes here play;
+ To Londone-brugge hee nome the way, 195
+ Moni wes the wyves chil that theron laketh a day,
+ Ant seide, Alas,
+ That he wes ibore,
+ Ant so villiche forlore,
+ So feir mon ase he was! 200
+
+ Nou stont the heved above the tu-brugge,
+ Faste bi Waleis, soth for te sugge;
+ After socour of Scotlond longe he mowe prye,
+ Ant after help of Fraunce, (wet halt hit to lye?)
+ Ich wene. 205
+ Betere him were in Scotlond,
+ With is ax in ys hond,
+ To pleyen o the grene.
+
+ Ant the body hongeth at the galewes faste,
+ With yrnene claspes longe to laste; 210
+ For te wyte wel the body, ant Scottysh to garste,
+ Foure ant twenti ther beoth to sothe ate laste,
+ By nyhte:
+ Yef eny were so hardi
+ The body to remuy, 215
+ Al so to dyhte.
+
+ Were sire Robert the Bruytz ycome to this londe,
+ Ant the erl of Asseles, that harde is an honde,[L218]
+ Alle the other pouraille, forsothe ich understonde,
+ Mihten be ful blythe ant thonke godes sonde, 220
+ Wyth ryhte;
+ Thenne myhte uch mon
+ Bothe riden ant gon
+ In pes withoute vyhte.
+
+ The traytours of Scotland token hem to rede 225
+ The barouns of Engelond to brynge to dede:
+ Charles of Fraunce, so moni mon tolde,
+ With myht ant with streynthe hem helpe wolde,
+ His thonkes.
+ Tprot, Scot, for thi strif! 230
+ Hang up thyn hachet ant thi knyf,
+ Whil him lasteth the lyf
+ With the longe shonkes.
+
+66. Bruce's wife, it is said, replied to her husband, when he was
+boasting of his royal rank, "You are indeed a summer king, but you will
+scarce be a winter one," alluding to the ephemeral sovereignty of the
+Lord of the May.
+
+129. He was one of the Scottish prisoners in the Tower; and is said to
+have been so confident of the safety or success of Sir Simon Fraser,
+that he had offered to lay his own head on the block, if that warrior
+suffered himself to be taken; and (however involuntarily) it seems he
+kept his word. Vide M. West. 460.--RITSON. MS. Morham.
+
+145. 7th September.
+
+147. Sir Thomas Multon was one of the justices of the King's Bench in
+1289. Sir Ralph Sandwich was made Baron of the Exchequer in 1312.--RITSON.
+
+148. MS. told.
+
+175. Sir Simon was one of those whom King Edward brought out of Scotland
+in 1296, when that kingdom was first subdued. He remained a close
+prisoner about eight months, and was then freed, on entering into the
+usual engagement with the conqueror, to which, however, it is certain he
+did not think proper to adhere; esteeming it, perhaps, more sinful to
+keep such a forced obligation than to take it. Abercrombie, i.
+552.--RITSON.
+
+218. The Earl of Athol, John de Strathbogie. Attempting to escape by
+sea, he was driven back by a storm, taken, and conveyed to London, where
+he was tried, condemned, and, with circumstances of great barbarity, put
+to death, 7th, &c. November, 1306. (M. West. 461.) Which proves the
+present ballad to have been composed between that time and the 7th of
+September preceding.--RITSON.
+
+
+
+
+GLOSSARY.
+
+[right pointing hand] Figures placed after words denote the pages in
+which they occur.
+
+
+ ablins, _perhaps_.
+
+ aboon, abune, _above_.
+
+ abugge, _aby_, _pay for_.
+
+ adrenche, _drown_.
+
+ ae, _one_; first ae, _first_.
+
+ agynneth, _begin_.
+
+ ahint, _behind_.
+
+ airns, _irons_.
+
+ airt, _quarter of the compass_, _direction_.
+
+ alacing, _saying alas_.
+
+ alane, mine, _alone by myself_.
+
+ alast, _latterly_.
+
+ alles, _all_.
+
+ allinge, _altogether_.
+
+ alow, 245, _below_.
+
+ al so, _at once_.
+
+ amense, _amends_.
+
+ American leather, 244?
+
+ anew, _enough_.
+
+ an honde, 283, _in hand_.
+
+ anis, _once_.
+
+ aplyht, 273, a particle of confirmation, _indeed_, _on my word_, &c.
+
+ aquelleden, _killed_.
+
+ arewe, 269, _rue_, _feel aggrieved by_.
+
+ assoygne, 271, _delay_: (lines 66, 67, should probably be transposed.)
+
+ asteir, _astir_, _moved_, (his anger.)
+
+ avow, 261, _consent_, _undertake_.
+
+ avowerie, _protection_, _support_.
+
+ awin, _own_.
+
+ awsome, _frightful_.
+
+ ayeyn, _against_: 278, v. 103, a word seems to have dropped out. The
+ sense is, _there is no resisting the stars_. Wright reads _stare_.
+
+ ayont, _beyond_, _on one side of_.
+
+
+ bangisters, _violent and lawless people_, _those that have the upper
+ hand_, _victors_.
+
+ basnet, _helmet_.
+
+ batts, _beating_.
+
+ beet, 90, _help_.
+
+ ben, _in_.
+
+ bent, _coarse grass_;
+ _open country_, covered with the same.
+
+ benty, _covered with the coarse grass called bent_;
+ benty-line, 13?
+
+ beseen, weil, 132, _well appointed_.
+
+ bide, 273, _pray to_.
+
+ bigged, _built_.
+
+ biheveded, _beheaded_.
+
+ billie, _comrade_.
+
+ birk, _birch_.
+
+ birst, (_burst_) _fray_.
+
+ blan, _stopped_.
+
+ blink, 49, _glanced_.
+
+ blive, _quickly_.
+
+ bobaunce, _vanity_, _presumption_.
+
+ bode, _bid_.
+
+ borrow, _rescue_.
+
+ bot and, _and also_.
+
+ bote, 274, _amends_;
+ bote, no, _not better off_.
+
+ boun, _ready_, _gone_.
+
+ brae, _hill-side_.
+
+ braid, 245, qy. corrupt?
+
+ brain, gang, _go mad_.
+
+ brank, 124, _prance_, _caper_.
+
+ branks, _a rude sort of bridle of rope and wood_, used by country people.
+
+ braw, bra', _brave_, _fine_.
+
+ brayd on, 32, _move on_ (rapidly).
+
+ breast, 249, _voice_.
+
+ breasting, _springing forward_.
+
+ brecham, _collar of a working horse_.
+
+ brede, o, ant o leynthe, _in breadth and in length_, _far and wide_.
+
+ breek, _breeches_;
+ 70, breek-thigh, _the side pocket of the breeches_.
+
+ brie, _brow_.
+
+ broked cow, _a cow that has black spots mixed with white in her face_.
+
+ broken men, _outlawed men_.
+
+ browhead, _forehead_.
+
+ brugge, _bridge_.
+
+ brusten, _burst_.
+
+ bryd, _bird_.
+
+ bryttled, _cut up_.
+
+ bueth, _be_.
+
+ bufft coat, _leather coat_.
+
+ bund, _bound_.
+
+ burel, _sackcloth_.
+
+ burn, _brook_.
+
+ busk, _make ready_.
+
+ buss, _bush_.
+
+ bussing, 137, _covering_ (stolen from the packs).
+
+ but, _out_;
+ 236, but the floor, _across the floor out of the room_, or _to the
+ outer part of the house_.
+
+ by (sometimes) _besides_.
+
+ byhet, _promised_.
+
+ byres, byris, _barns_, _cowhouses_.
+
+ bysoht, _prepared for_.
+
+ bytake, _committed_.
+
+ bythenche, _bethink_.
+
+
+ ca', _call_.
+
+ ca', 90, _drive_.
+
+ carle, _churl_, _fellow_.
+
+ carpit, _talked_, _told stories_.
+
+ ca's, _calves_.
+
+ cauler, _cool_.
+
+ cess, _tax_, _black-mail_.
+
+ cheventeyn, _chieftain_.
+
+ chot, _wot_, _know_,
+
+ chulle, _shall_.
+
+ claes, _clothes_.
+
+ clanked, _gave a smart stroke_.
+
+ cleugh, _a rugged ascent_.
+
+ closs, 191, _area before the house_, (_close_.)
+
+ coll, _cool_.
+
+ coman, _command_.
+
+ con, 269, _began_.
+
+ conquess, _conquer_.
+
+ continaunce, _countenance_.
+
+ corbie, _crow_.
+
+ corn-caugers, _corn-carriers_, or _dealers_.
+
+ cost, 135, _loss_, _risk_.
+
+ could, 102, _began_.
+
+ coune, _began_.
+
+ courtrie, _band of courtiers_.
+
+ couthe, _knew_.
+
+ cowte, _colt_.
+
+ coynte, _quaint_, _cunning_.
+
+ crabit, _crabbed_.
+
+ cracking, _boasting_.
+
+ crooks, _the windings of a river_, _the space of ground closed in on
+ one side by these windings_.
+
+ crouse, _brisk_, _bold_.
+
+ cumber, to red the, _quell the tumult_.
+
+ cunnes, _kinds_.
+
+ curch, _kerchief_, _coif_.
+
+ cure, 214, _care_, _pains_.
+
+ curtel, 281, _shirt_, _gown_.
+
+ custan, cast.
+
+
+ dae, _doe_.
+
+ dandoo, 245, apparently should be _dun doe_.
+
+ dane, _done_, _taken_.
+
+ dang, _beat_.
+
+ daw, _dawn_.
+
+ de, (Fr.) _God_.
+
+ dede, _dealt_.
+
+ dee, _die_.
+
+ deid, _death_.
+
+ deme, _adjudge_.
+
+ destaunce, _disturbance_.
+
+ ding down, _beat down_.
+
+ dints, _blows_.
+
+ doddeth, 272, _lop_.
+
+ dool, _grief_.
+
+ dought, _could_, _was able_.
+
+ dour, _hard_.
+
+ douse, _quiet_, _mild_.
+
+ douss['e]-pers, (Fr. douze pairs) _gallant knights_.
+
+ douteth, _feareth_.
+
+ dow, _can_, _are able_;
+ downa, _cannot_.
+
+ down-come of Robin Hood, 242, _as quick as R. H. would knock one
+ down?_ or _pay down?_
+
+ dreigh, (_tedious_, _long_) _high_.
+
+ dreynte, drowned.
+
+ drie, _bear_, _endure_.
+
+ drifts, 100, _droves_.
+
+ drivand, _driving_.
+
+ drue, _dry_.
+
+ drunkily, _merrily_.
+
+ drury, _treasure_.
+
+ dub, _pool_, _pond_.
+
+ duere, _dear_.
+
+ dule, _sorrow_.
+ dunt, _dint_, _stroke_.
+
+ dyhte, 282, _dispose of_.
+
+
+ e'en, 93, _even_, _put in comparison_.
+
+ een, _eyes_.
+
+ elshin, _shoemaker's awl_.
+
+ ene, 270, _even_.
+
+ enew, _enough_.
+
+ er, _before_.
+
+ ettled, _designed_.
+
+ everuche, _every_;
+ everuchon, _every one_.
+
+
+ falla, _fellow_.
+
+ fand, _found_.
+
+ fang, _catch_.
+
+ fankit, _entangled_, _obstructed_;
+ here, _so fixed that it could not be drawn_.
+
+ fared, _went_.
+
+ fasten, 276, _plight_.
+
+ fay, _faith_.
+
+ fear't, _frightened_.
+
+ fecht, _fight_.
+
+ fee, _income_, _property_, _wages_.
+
+ feid, _feud_.
+
+ feir, 222, _sound_, _unhurt_.
+
+ feiries, _comrades_.
+
+ fell, _high pasture land_.
+
+ fend, _defence_.
+
+ feren, _comrades_.
+
+ ferly, _wonder_.
+
+ fet, _foot_.
+
+ fie, _predestined_.
+
+ fiend, 9, i. e. _the devil a thing_.
+
+ fit, _foot_.
+
+ flain, _arrows_.
+
+ flatlies, _flat_.
+
+ fley, _fright_.
+
+ flinders, _fragments_.
+
+ flo, _flay_.
+
+ fon, 274, _foes_.
+
+ fonge, _take up_.
+
+ forbode, over God's, (_on God's prohibition_), _God forbid_.
+
+ forehammer, _the large hammer which strikes before the small one_,
+ _sledge-hammer_.
+
+ foreward, _covenant_.
+
+ forfaulted, _forfeited_.
+
+ forfend, _forbid_.
+
+ forfoughen (i. e. forfoughten) _tired out_.
+
+ forst, _frost_.
+
+ fot-lome, _foot-lame_.
+
+ fou, _full_ (_of drink_).
+
+ four-half, on, _in quarters_.
+
+ foursithe, _four times_.
+
+ fow, 219, _full?_
+
+ frae hand, _forthwith_.
+
+ freits, _omens_.
+
+ frith, _wood_.
+
+ furs, _furrows_.
+
+ fyn, _end_.
+
+
+ gar, _make_, _let_.
+
+ garste, 282, (should probably be gast) _frighten away_.
+
+ gaun, _going_.
+
+ gavelocks, (_javelins_) _iron crows_.
+
+ gear, _goods_, _property_;
+ 16, _spoil_.
+
+ ged, _went_.
+
+ geir, same as gear.
+
+ genzie, _engine of war_.
+
+ gifted, 31, _given away_.
+
+ gilt, _gold_.
+
+ gin, _if_.
+ gin, _trick_.
+
+ gleed, _red-hot coal_, _a glowing bar of iron_.
+
+ gloamin', _twilight_.
+
+ gomen, 282, _game_, _mockery_.
+
+ goud, _gold_.
+
+ goule, (Fr.) _throat_.
+
+ graith, _armor_.
+
+ graith, _make ready_;
+ graithed, _armed_.
+
+ grat, _wept_.
+
+ green, _yearn_, _long_.
+
+ greeting, _weeping_.
+
+ gripet, _seized_.
+
+ grom, _groom_, _man_.
+
+ grome, 279, _sorrow_.
+
+ gryming, _sprinkling_.
+
+ guided, 172, _treated_.
+
+ gynne, _trap_.
+
+
+ had, haud, _hold_.
+
+ haif, _have_.
+
+ hail, 133, (_vigorous_, and so) _boisterous?_
+
+ halewen, _saints_.
+
+ halt, 276, 282, _profits?_
+
+ halve, _side_.
+
+ haly, _holy_.
+
+ happers, _hoppers_.
+
+ hardilyche, _boldly_.
+
+ harpit, _harped_.
+
+ harried, _plundered_.
+
+ hastifliche, _hastily_.
+
+ haud, _hold_, _keep_.
+
+ he, 282, _they_.
+
+ head, 117, _assemblage_.
+
+ heckle, _a hatchel_, _flax-comb_.
+
+ hem, _them_.
+
+ hende, hendy, _gentle_.
+
+ hente, _caught_.
+
+ herry, _harry_, _spoil_.
+
+ he's, _he shall_.
+
+ het, _head_.
+
+ het, _hot_.
+
+ heugh, _a ragged steep_, sometimes, _a glen with steep overhanging
+ sides_.
+
+ heved, _head_.
+
+ hi, _they_.
+
+ hie, _high_.
+
+ hirst, _a barren hill_.
+
+ hold, 276, _faithful_.
+
+ hope, houp, _a sloping hollow between two hills_.
+
+ hostage house, 233, _inn_.
+
+ how, _pull_.
+
+ howm, _a plain on a river side_.
+
+ hue, _they_;
+ huem, _them_;
+ huere, _their_.
+
+ hulles, _hills_.
+
+
+ ibore, _born_.
+
+ ich, _I_.
+
+ ichulle, _I shall_.
+
+ ilka, _every_.
+
+ intill, _in_.
+
+ is, _his_.
+
+ I'se, _I will_.
+
+
+ jack, _a short coat plated with small pieces of iron_.
+
+ jeopardy, 223, _adventure_.
+
+ jimp, _slender_.
+
+ jugge, 271, _condemn_.
+
+
+ keekit, _peeped_.
+
+ kend, _known_.
+
+ kettrin, _cateran_, _thieving_.
+
+ keverest, 273, _recoverest_.
+
+ kilted, _tucked_.
+
+ kinnen, _rabbits_.
+
+ kirns, _churns_.
+
+ Kirsty, _Christy_.
+
+ knapscap, _head-piece_.
+
+ know, _knoll_.
+
+ knulled, 272, _pushed_, _beaten_ (_with the knuckles_).
+
+ kunnes, _kinds_.
+
+ kyne-yerde, _king's wand_ or _sceptre_.
+
+ kyneriche, _kingdom_.
+
+
+ laht, _caught_.
+
+ laigh, _low_.
+
+ langsome, _tedious_.
+
+ lap, _wrap up_.
+
+ lave, _rest_.
+
+ law, _low_.
+
+ lawing, _scot_, _reckoning_.
+
+ lay, _lea_.
+
+ layne, _conceal_.
+
+ leal, leel, _loyal_, _true_, _chaste_.
+
+ lear, _lore_.
+
+ leaut['e], _loyalty_.
+
+ lede, _people_.
+
+ lee, _waste_, _lonely_.
+
+ lee-lang, _live-long_.
+
+ lee, shelter, peace;
+ set at little lee, 101, _left little peace?_ "_left scarcely any
+ means of shelter_." JAMIESON.
+
+ leeze me on, 90, _I take pleasure or comfort in_.
+
+ lerrum, (Fr.) _leave_.
+
+ les, _lying_.
+
+ let, 278, _ceased_.
+
+ leugh, _laughed_.
+
+ levedy, _lady_.
+
+ libbe, _live_.
+
+ lidder, _lazy_.
+
+ lidder fat, _fat from laziness_;
+ (qu. same as leeper fat?)
+
+ lightly, _make light of_, _treat with contempt_.
+
+ limmer, _rascal_, _scoundrelly_.
+
+ Lincome, _Lincoln_;
+ Lincum twine, _Lincoln manufacture_.
+
+ ling, _heath_.
+
+ loan, _a piece of ground near a farm house where the cows are milked_.
+
+ loot, _let_.
+
+ lordswyk, _traitor to his lord_.
+
+ lore, loren, _lost_.
+
+ loup, _leap_, _waterfall_.
+
+ louped, loupen, _leapt_.
+
+ lourd, _liefer_, _rather_.
+
+ low, _flame_.
+
+ lowne, _loon_.
+
+ luid, _loved_.
+
+ lyan, _lain_.
+
+ lyart, _hoary_.
+
+ lyke-wake, _watching of a dead body_.
+
+ lyves man, 271, _living man_.
+
+
+ ma, shame a, 93, _devil a bit_.
+
+ mae, _more_.
+
+ maill, _rent_.
+
+ mane, _moan_.
+
+ maries, _maids_.
+
+ marrows, _equals_.
+
+ maun, _must_.
+
+ may, _maid_.
+
+ me, _they_ (Fr. _on_).
+
+ mear, _mare_.
+
+ mene, _moan_.
+
+ mergh, _marrow_.
+
+ mest, _most_.
+
+ minnie, _mother_.
+
+ mirk, _dark_.
+
+ modi, _bold_.
+
+ mot, _may_.
+
+ mounde, 270, _might?_
+
+ mowe, _may_.
+
+ mowes, _jests_.
+
+ mudie, _bold_.
+
+ muss, _moss_.
+
+
+ naggs, _notches_.
+
+ nede, 280, _he had not_.
+
+ neist, _next_.
+
+ nes, _was not_.
+
+ neuk, 224, _corner?_
+
+ nicher, nicker, _neigh_.
+
+ nie, _neigh_.
+
+ niest, _next_.
+
+ nogs, _stakes_.
+
+ noisome, 139, _annoying_, _vexatious_.
+
+ nolden, _would not_.
+
+ nome, _name_.
+
+ nome, nomen, _took_.
+
+ nones, _no_.
+
+ notour, 267, _notorious_.
+
+ noud, nout, _nought_, _not_.
+
+ nowt, _cattle_.
+
+ nule, _will not_.
+
+ nythe, 275, _wickedness_.
+
+
+ oht, _oath_.
+
+ onde, 275, _malice_, _envy_.
+
+ other, _or_.
+
+ ou, _you_.
+
+ ouir, _our_.
+
+ our, oure, _over_.
+
+ outspeckle, _laughing-stock_.
+
+ ower-word, _burden_.
+
+ owsen, _oxen_.
+
+
+ palliones, _tents_.
+
+ paw, neer play'd, 84, _did not stir hand or foot_.
+
+ peel, 106, _the stronghold, where the cattle were kept_.
+
+ pellettes, _balls_.
+
+ peruenke, _periwinkle_.
+
+ pestelets, _pistols_, _fire-arms_.
+
+ pleugh, _plough_.
+
+ plumet, 75, _pommel_.
+
+ poer, _power_.
+
+ pouraille, _common people_.
+
+ pris, 276, _praise_.
+
+ prude, _pride_.
+
+ prye, _pray_.
+
+ pure, _poor_.
+
+ putfalle, _pitfall_.
+
+ pyne, _pain_.
+
+
+ questry, _jury_.
+
+ quey, _young cow_.
+
+ quhavir, _whoever_.
+
+ quhilk, _which_.
+
+
+ rack, _a shallow ford, extending to a considerable breadth before it
+ narrows into a full stream_. JAMIESON.
+
+ rad, 27, _afraid_.
+
+ rae, _roe_.
+
+ raid, _foray_, _predatory incursion_, _fight_.
+
+ rank'd, 25, i. e. _looked finely_, _formed in ranks_.
+
+ ranshackled, _ransacked_.
+
+ rantin', _gay_, _jovial_.
+
+ rathere, 274, _sooner_, _beforehand_.
+
+ raxed, _stretched_.
+
+ ray, 102, _path_ or _track_.
+
+ reaving, _robbing_.
+
+ redd, rede, _advise_, _advice_.
+
+ reek, _smoke_.
+
+ reif, _bailiff_.
+
+ reif, _robbery_;
+ reiver, _robber_.
+
+ reil, _reel_.
+
+ remuy, _remove_.
+
+ res, 276, (Ang. Sax. _raes_,) _incursions_, _exploits_?
+
+ retheres hude, _bullock's hide_.
+
+ rig, 119, _ridge_.
+
+ rigging, _ridge_, _top_.
+
+ rin, _run_.
+
+ rok, _distaff_.
+
+ roof-tree, _the beam which forms the angle of the roof_.
+
+ rouncyn, _horse_.
+
+ routing, _bellowing_.
+
+ row, _roll_.
+
+ row-footed, 63, _rough-footed?_
+
+ rudds, _reddens_.
+
+ rude, _rood_.
+
+ Rumary, 249?
+
+ rybaus, _ribalds_, _villains_.
+
+
+ saft, 65, _light_.
+
+ saht, 276, _at one_, _reconciled_.
+
+ sark, _shirt_, _shift_.
+
+ saugh, _willow_.
+
+ sawe, _speech_.
+
+ schaw, _wood_.
+
+ scroggs, _stunted trees_.
+
+ see, _protect_.
+
+ see, 277, _seat_, _throne_.
+
+ seen, _soon_.
+
+ seld, _sold_.
+
+ selkethe, _strange_.
+
+ serime, 248, corrupt: qy. _betime_?
+
+ seth the, _after_.
+
+ served, 25, _behaved to_.
+
+ shame a ma, 93, _devil a bit_.
+
+ sheen, _shoes_.
+
+ sheil, _shepherd's hut_.
+
+ shome, _shame_.
+
+ shonde, _disgrace_.
+
+ shonkes, _shanks_.
+
+ sic, sicken, _such_.
+
+ skaithd, _injured_.
+
+ skeigh, _sky_.
+
+ slack, _a shallow dell_, _morass_.
+
+ slae, 119, _sloe_.
+
+ sleuth-dog, _blood-hound_.
+
+ slogan, _the gathering word peculiar to a family or clan_, _a war-cry_.
+
+ sloken, _slake_.
+
+ slough-hounds, _blood-hounds_.
+
+ slowen, _slew_.
+
+ smoldereth, _smothereth_.
+
+ snear, _snort_.
+
+ so, _as_.
+
+ solas, _amusement_.
+
+ sonde, godes, _God's sending_.
+
+ sote, _soot_.
+
+ soth, soht, _truth_.
+
+ Soudron, _Southerner_, _English_.
+
+ sould, suld, _should_.
+
+ sowie, _sow_ (Lat. _vinea_, _pluteus_), _a shed or pent-house
+ under cover of which the walls of a besieged town were assailed_.
+
+ soy, _silk_.
+
+ spaits, _floods_, _torrents_.
+
+ spauld, _shoulder_.
+
+ spene, 272, _cost_.
+
+ spier, _ask_.
+
+ spin, _run_.
+
+ splent, _armor_.
+
+ springald, _a military engine for discharging heavy missiles at the
+ walls of a beleaguered town_.
+
+ spuilye, spulzie, _despoil_.
+
+ star, see _ayeyn_.
+
+ starkest, _strongest_.
+
+ staun, _stolen_.
+
+ steads, _places_.
+
+ stear, _stir_.
+
+ stont, _stands_.
+
+ stots, _bullocks_.
+
+ stounde, _time_.
+
+ stour, _turmoil_, _affray_.
+
+ straught, _stretched_.
+
+ streynthe, _strength_.
+
+ strick, _strict_.
+
+ strinkled, _sprinkled_.
+
+ Strivelyn, _Sterling_.
+
+ stude, _place_.
+
+ sturt, 138, _trouble_, _disturbance_.
+
+ suereth, _swear_.
+
+ sugge, _say_.
+
+ suithe, _very_.
+
+ sunne, _sin_.
+
+ sweynes, 272, _swains_, _men in general below the rank of knights_.
+
+ swithe, _very_.
+
+ swither, _doubt_, _consternation_.
+
+ swyers, _squires_.
+
+ swykedom, _treachery_.
+
+ swythe, _very_.
+
+ syke, _ditch_.
+
+ syne, _then_.
+
+
+ tackles, _arrows_.
+
+ tald, _told_.
+
+ targats, 49, _tassels_.
+
+ te, _to_.
+
+ temed, 276, _tamed_.
+
+ thae, _these_.
+
+ thah, _though_.
+
+ the, _thrive_.
+
+ then, _than_.
+
+ thenche, _think_.
+
+ theynes, _thanes_.
+
+ thir, _these_;
+ thir's, _these are_.
+
+ this, _these_.
+
+ tho, _then_.
+
+ thole, _bear_, _endure_.
+
+ thonkes, his, 283, _willingly_, _gladly_, _by his good will_.
+
+ thrawin, 219, _distorted_, _wrinkled_.
+
+ thunche, 273, _seem_.
+
+ til, _to_;
+ til't, _to it_.
+
+ tint, _lost_.
+
+ to-drawe, to-drowe, _drawn_.
+
+ to-dryven, 270, _break to pieces_.
+
+ token, 277, _gave to_.
+
+ tome, _tame_.
+
+ toom, _empty_.
+
+ tour, 192, _course or road_.
+
+ tow, 158, _throw_.
+
+ tprot, _interjection of contempt_.
+
+ trayne, _stratagem_.
+
+ tree, _staff_.
+
+ trepan'd, 180, _foully dealt with_.
+
+ trew, _trust_.
+
+ tryst, _meeting_.
+
+ tu-brugge, _draw-bridge_.
+
+ tul, _to_.
+
+ twa-fald, 15, _two-fold_, i. e. _with his body hanging down both sides_.
+
+ twa-some, _couple_.
+
+ twined, _parted_.
+
+
+ uch, _each_.
+
+ unkensome, _not to be recognized_.
+
+ unthought lang, hold, _keep from growing weary_.
+
+ upgive, 34, _acknowledge_.
+
+
+ villiche, _vilely_.
+
+ vor, _for_.
+
+ Vrenshe, _French_.
+
+ vyhte, _fighting_.
+
+ vylt['e], _disgrace_.
+
+
+ wad, _would_.
+
+ wad, 225, _wager_, _forfeit_.
+
+ Waleis, _Wallace_.
+
+ wally fa', 262, _ill luck befall_.
+
+ wan, _pale_, _dark_, _black_.
+
+ wan, _reached_.
+
+ wap, _tie round_.
+
+ waran, _guaranty_.
+
+ ware, 111, _lay out_, _use_.
+
+ ware, 272, (Ang. S. were, _capitis [ae]stimatio_) _ransom_, _life-money_.
+
+ wark, _work_.
+
+ warrand, _protection_.
+
+ wat, _know_.
+
+ wat, _wet_.
+
+ waur, _worse_.
+
+ way, to the, 262, _away?_
+
+ wear, _guard_.
+
+ webbes, _weavers_.
+
+ wed, 247, qy. corrupt?
+
+ weht, _what_.
+
+ weel-fared, _well-favored_.
+
+ weil, 92, _eddy_.
+
+ weir, _war_.
+
+ wel the felle, 273, _will fall from thy head?_
+
+ wende, _weened_.
+
+ wes, _was_.
+
+ wesleyn, _western_.
+
+ wether, _whither_.
+
+ weylaway, _well-a-day!_
+
+ whang, _thong_.
+
+ whidderan, _whizzing_.
+
+ whet, _what_.
+
+ whew, _whistle_.
+
+ whos['e], _any one whatever_.
+
+ wicker, 119, _switch_.
+
+ widdifu, _one who deserves to fill a widdie or halter_, _gallows
+ bird_, _ruffian_.
+
+ wight, _strong_, _quick_;
+ wightmen (Ang. Sax. wigman) _fighting men_, _brave fellows_;
+ waled wightmen, 220, _picked warriors_.
+
+ win, _get_.
+
+ winna, _will not_.
+
+ winsomely, _handsomely_.
+
+ wit, _knowledge_.
+
+ wod, _waded_.
+
+ wombe, _belly_.
+
+ won, 120, misprint for win?
+
+ wons, _dwells_.
+
+ wood, _mad_.
+
+ worries, _strangles_.
+
+ Wudspurs, _Madspur_, _Hotspur_.
+
+ wyht, _wight_.
+
+ wysloker, _more wisely_.
+
+ wyte, _know_.
+
+ wyte, 282, _wait_, _watch_ (?)
+
+
+ y, _in_.
+
+ yate, _gate_.
+
+ ybate, 280?
+
+ y-be, _been_.
+
+ y-brend, _burnt_.
+
+ y-caht, _caught_.
+
+ y-core, _chosen_.
+
+ y-cud, _known_.
+
+ y-demed, _judged_.
+
+ y-dyht, 278, _arranged_.
+
+ yeate, _gate_.
+
+ yef, _if_.
+
+ yeme, _govern_.
+
+ yere, to, 276, _this year_.
+
+ yestreen, _yesterday_.
+
+ yett, _gate_.
+
+ y-herde, _heard_.
+
+ y-knawe, _recognize_.
+
+ y-laht, _caught_, _taken_.
+
+ y-nemned, _named_.
+
+ yongeth, _goeth_.
+
+ y-suore, _sworn_.
+
+ y-tuht, _drawn_.
+
+ yynge, _young_.
+
+
+ zour, &c., _your_, &c.
+
+ * * * * *
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+Page 87 and note on page 88: changed "169" to "129" (129. The
+land-sergeant (mentioned also in _Hobbie Noble_) ...)
+
+Page 93 (note to line 70): changed "ross" to "across" ( ... chains drawn
+across the chest of a war-horse ...)
+
+Page 129 (note to line 66): changed "East-gath" to "East-gate" (The
+family of Emerson of East-gate, a fief, ...)
+
+Page 139 (note to line 24): added missing closing quotation mark (All
+bravely fought that day."--S.)
+
+Page 148: changed "opprobious" to "opprobrious" ( ... gave Car some very
+opprobrious language ...)
+
+Page 189: added missing closing quotation mark ( ... the accused party
+was soon restored to society.")
+
+Page 214 (line 34): added missing closing quotation mark ("And ye shall
+pardoned be:")
+
+Page 253 (line 54): changed "Jonne[a] rounde" to "Jonne [a]rounde" (And
+so besett poore Jonne [a]rounde,)
+
+Page 260 (first line of chorus): changed "Re" to "Be" (_Be content, be
+content,_)
+
+Page 260 suspected typo "fortunately" should perhaps be read
+"unfortunately" ( ... the circumstances which have given rise to it were
+fortunately too common ...)
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of English and Scottish Ballads, Volume
+VI (of 8), by Various
+
+*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ENGLISH, SCOTTISH BALLADS, VOL VI ***
+
+***** This file should be named 39766.txt or 39766.zip *****
+This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:
+ http://www.gutenberg.org/3/9/7/6/39766/
+
+Produced by Simon Gardner, Dianna Adair, Louise Davies and
+the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images
+generously made available by the Digital & Multimedia
+Center, Michigan State University Libraries.)
+
+
+Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions
+will be renamed.
+
+Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no
+one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation
+(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
+permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules,
+set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to
+copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to
+protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project
+Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you
+charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you
+do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the
+rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose
+such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and
+research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do
+practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is
+subject to the trademark license, especially commercial
+redistribution.
+
+
+
+*** START: FULL LICENSE ***
+
+THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE
+PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK
+
+To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free
+distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work
+(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License available with this file or online at
+ www.gutenberg.org/license.
+
+
+Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic works
+
+1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to
+and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property
+(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all
+the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy
+all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession.
+If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the
+terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or
+entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8.
+
+1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be
+used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who
+agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few
+things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works
+even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See
+paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement
+and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works. See paragraph 1.E below.
+
+1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation"
+or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the
+collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an
+individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are
+located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from
+copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative
+works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg
+are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project
+Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by
+freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of
+this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with
+the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by
+keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project
+Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others.
+
+1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern
+what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in
+a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check
+the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement
+before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or
+creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project
+Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning
+the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
+States.
+
+1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg:
+
+1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate
+access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently
+whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the
+phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project
+Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed,
+copied or distributed:
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived
+from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is
+posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied
+and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees
+or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work
+with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the
+work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1
+through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the
+Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or
+1.E.9.
+
+1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted
+with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution
+must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional
+terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked
+to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the
+permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work.
+
+1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this
+work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm.
+
+1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
+electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
+prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with
+active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm License.
+
+1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary,
+compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any
+word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or
+distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than
+"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version
+posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org),
+you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a
+copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon
+request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other
+form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1.
+
+1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying,
+performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works
+unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9.
+
+1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing
+access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided
+that
+
+- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from
+ the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method
+ you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is
+ owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he
+ has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the
+ Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments
+ must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you
+ prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
+ returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and
+ sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the
+ address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to
+ the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation."
+
+- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies
+ you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he
+ does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm
+ License. You must require such a user to return or
+ destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium
+ and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of
+ Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any
+ money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
+ electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days
+ of receipt of the work.
+
+- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free
+ distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works.
+
+1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm
+electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set
+forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from
+both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael
+Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the
+Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below.
+
+1.F.
+
+1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable
+effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread
+public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm
+collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain
+"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or
+corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual
+property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a
+computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by
+your equipment.
+
+1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right
+of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project
+Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project
+Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all
+liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal
+fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT
+LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE
+PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH 1.F.3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE
+TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE
+LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR
+INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH
+DAMAGE.
+
+1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a
+defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can
+receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a
+written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you
+received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with
+your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with
+the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
+refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity
+providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to
+receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy
+is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further
+opportunities to fix the problem.
+
+1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
+in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS', WITH NO OTHER
+WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO
+WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTABILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE.
+
+1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
+warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
+If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the
+law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
+interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
+the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any
+provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
+
+1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the
+trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone
+providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance
+with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production,
+promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works,
+harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees,
+that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do
+or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm
+work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any
+Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause.
+
+
+Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
+electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
+including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists
+because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from
+people in all walks of life.
+
+Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the
+assistance they need are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's
+goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will
+remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project
+Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure
+and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations.
+To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation
+and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4
+and the Foundation information page at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive
+Foundation
+
+The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit
+501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the
+state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal
+Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification
+number is 64-6221541. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent
+permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws.
+
+The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S.
+Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered
+throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at 809
+North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887. Email
+contact links and up to date contact information can be found at the
+Foundation's web site and official page at www.gutenberg.org/contact
+
+For additional contact information:
+ Dr. Gregory B. Newby
+ Chief Executive and Director
+ gbnewby@pglaf.org
+
+Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg
+Literary Archive Foundation
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide
+spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of
+increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be
+freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest
+array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations
+($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt
+status with the IRS.
+
+The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating
+charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United
+States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
+considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
+with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations
+where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To
+SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any
+particular state visit www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we
+have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition
+against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who
+approach us with offers to donate.
+
+International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make
+any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from
+outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff.
+
+Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation
+methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other
+ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations.
+To donate, please visit: www.gutenberg.org/donate
+
+
+Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic
+works.
+
+Professor Michael S. Hart was the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm
+concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared
+with anyone. For forty years, he produced and distributed Project
+Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support.
+
+Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed
+editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S.
+unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily
+keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition.
+
+Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility:
+
+ www.gutenberg.org
+
+This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm,
+including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary
+Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to
+subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks.
diff --git a/39766.zip b/39766.zip
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..9a0456b
--- /dev/null
+++ b/39766.zip
Binary files differ
diff --git a/LICENSE.txt b/LICENSE.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..6312041
--- /dev/null
+++ b/LICENSE.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,11 @@
+This eBook, including all associated images, markup, improvements,
+metadata, and any other content or labor, has been confirmed to be
+in the PUBLIC DOMAIN IN THE UNITED STATES.
+
+Procedures for determining public domain status are described in
+the "Copyright How-To" at https://www.gutenberg.org.
+
+No investigation has been made concerning possible copyrights in
+jurisdictions other than the United States. Anyone seeking to utilize
+this eBook outside of the United States should confirm copyright
+status under the laws that apply to them.
diff --git a/README.md b/README.md
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..96f9000
--- /dev/null
+++ b/README.md
@@ -0,0 +1,2 @@
+Project Gutenberg (https://www.gutenberg.org) public repository for
+eBook #39766 (https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/39766)
generated by cgit v1.2.3 (git 2.25.1) at 2025-12-18 20:00:44 +0000