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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 Græme</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—<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—"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—<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—<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—<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—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—<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—<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'—<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—"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'—<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>, &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—<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'—<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'—<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,—<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, &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."—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—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>—<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>—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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."—<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.—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.—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.—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."—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."—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.—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:—</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.—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.—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.—<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."—"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."—<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—</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">—"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.]—<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,—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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."—<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 GRÆME.</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 Græme,<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 Græme,<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 Græme.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Then they hae grippit Hughie the Græme,<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 Græme, 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 Græme, 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 Græme 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 Græmes 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 Græme 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 Græme 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 Græme,<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 Græme."<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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>—<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—<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—"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—"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—<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!"—<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—Faith and Conscience;<br /></span> +<span class="i2">The third—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—<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!"—<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>—<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:"—<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.—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.—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—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—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.</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.—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:—</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."—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>—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—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"Aft, aft I wake—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—"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—<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—"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—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.—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.—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.—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.—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."—<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—<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—<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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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."—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—"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—<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—<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—<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—<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—"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—"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—"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—<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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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."—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—<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—"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!—I see a party appearing—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.—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.—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.—<i>Introduction +to History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, p. +111.—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.—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.—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."—<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:—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>.—<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.—<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.—<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.—<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.—<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, &c., under successive prelates.—<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.—<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.—<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."—<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—<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—<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>—<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,—<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—<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—<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—<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.—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.—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.—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.—See +the ballad of that name.—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:—</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."—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.—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.—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.—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.—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!"—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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.—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>—Rutherford of Hundlie, or +Hundalee, situated on the Jed above Jedburgh. <i>Hunthill.</i>—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>.—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.—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.—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>—This is probably Grinyslaw of Little Newton, mentioned +in the said roll of Border clans.—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—<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—<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,—<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.—[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 Græmes. 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,—<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—<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—<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,"—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—<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—<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."—<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—"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,—<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, &c., are all +situated in the parish of Wamphray.—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.—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.—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—"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.'—<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."—<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 Sophiæ Hay, dominæ 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,—"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;—<br /></span> +<span class="i2">"But no," said Rothiemay,—<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,—"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,—"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,—<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. &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." &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,—<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."—<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;—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">—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, &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,"—<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,"—<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.'—<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."—<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.—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—<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—<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—<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—<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—<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.—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.—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.—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.—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:—</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."—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.—<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, &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:—</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—<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,—<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:—<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.—<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.—<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.—<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, &c. +November, 1306. (M. West. 461.) Which proves the present +ballad to have been composed between that time and +the 7th of September preceding.—<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">☞</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>, &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 æstimatio</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, &c., <i>your</i>, &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."—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. 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