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" That, paying the taxes, they may have the voting of Abbé, you are invaluable,” said the Royal-Allemand, them ; for this purpose they desire an assurance of regu- with a smile ; " your devotion shall be known at Verlar States-General."

sailles. For my part, anything to keep down all this Peste take that word ! but supposing this wish con- canaille. But the police is sharp-Ducrosne will know all sented to, they were to take it in their wooden heads not this in half an hour." to vote supplies ?”

“He must have high orders to let things take their “When their will was baulked, they would do so,'' re- course," replied the 'Abbé; “but the soldiers must come plied the spy.

in at the end-it will make them popular." “ Then this shop-keeping canaille would rule

“ This is settled then," said De Lambesc, rising. “ As they do in England.”

" But I must have some dozen or two aids, to assist “ Cursed example!"

me in rousing the mob—the Fabourg St. Antoine is large." “Unless middle classes and people united to rule, as in “And peopled like a bee-hive," said the spy ; America,"

set moving, 't will be hard to stop.” “ This comes of Lafayette playing the Quixote," “I leave the details to you and M. Brown," continued sneered the prince. “ But will the Paris bourgeois the Royal-Allemand ; "here are twenty thousand livres unite with the mob ?"

in an order on the treasury. Come, Count, will you to To gain their objects, as in the time of the fronde of the opera ? I have promised to meet La Volage." Mazarin ; the canaille will do the work.”

Willingly, prince ;"' and the two soldiers went out, “ And the fat citizens reap the benefit."

after plotting one of those infernal schemes which set the Exactly; your highness is a philosopher."

mob going, and taught them their power for evil. “ Ventre biche!cried the prince ; “not at all, I hate “ Monsieur the Abbé," said the spy, as soon as the the race. But the middle classes must be separated.” other conspirators had left them, “ you have a personal “ There is but one means, Monsieur le Prince," said spite against this Reveillon. He lent you money when

you were in distress." “ And that ?''

“M. Brown,” replied the priest, with lowering eye, As I observed to Monsieur, just now, they must be "sufficient he is my enemy. More, he is a Rousseauite, frightened; the two classes must be placed in antagonism." | talks Contrat Social by the yard, receives the enemies of " How ?"

the holy Catholic church at his table ". The mob must be roused to some violent act—they * That is to say, like so many others in the Faubourg, must commit some depredations, some burnings; they who are industrious and prosperous, he is a Protestant." must pillage some shops ?''

“ A heretic" “But how is this to be managed ?”'

“ Bah !" said the spy, laughing; “no bigotry from “Nothing easier," said the spy, with a scarcely re- you to me.” pressed sneer ; "the people are ignorant, and easily de- “You are strangely familiar even with princes," anceived. They are hungry—persuade them that the gro-swered the Abbé, with a growl, “and I must not complain." cers charge too high for sugar, the bakers for bread, "It would be little use," said the spy, relighting his pipe, that certain masters keep down wages, that there are But my co-operators ?" inquired the other, rising. forestallers, monopolists ; in a word, set labour against “At fire to-morrow be at the cabaret, Rue du Faucapital, its right hand.”

bourg St. Antoine, known as the Tour du Bastille-at Can this be done ?''

five-I will join you." “ As long, Monsieur le Prince, as there is ignorance Agreed, and now may- -" began the priest. and hunger.”

“Bah! no orémus for me," laughed M. Brown; “But certain parties must be chosen ; we must not go “ I'm half a heretic myself.” to work blindly.”

“ Ah !" muttered the priest, retreating, “but duty “Certainly not," said the Abbé Roy, with the look of before everything.' a cat about to jump upon its prey.

Then meekly folding his hands across his breast, this

mild son of the church went out. Scarcely had he closed “ Have you any one to recommend as a victim ?”' in the door behind him, than the spy rose. His step was quired the prince.

stealthy and light : he was advancing towards the parti“Your highness, I have heard of a certain elector, a

tion which led towards his inner apartment. friend of the pamphleteers, a man who wanted to have

Suddenly throwing it open, he looked in. At a dis

tance which rendered listening impossible sat Torticolis Mirabeau deputy for Paris, a certain Reveillon.”

with two empty bottles before him, and a third just comThe best master in the Faubourg St. Antoine," said menced, evidently in that happy condition when man, the spy, dryly.

with justice, is doubtful whether he is an animal about “ That will never do, then," observed the prince.

to be led to the block, or a rational being in a state of

temporary hallucination. • Nothing more easy,” said the priest, warmly, his eye

"Torti," said the spy, paternally, "you've made kindling as he spoke. “He is an atheist, a liberal, a pretty free.” friend to the working classes ; their ruining such a man

Glad to see you, preux che-che-eh, what wants would rouse the whole bourgeoisie against the mob.”

this dirty fellow in my-my-boudoir ?'' replied the

crick-neck, acting his part admirably. The two bottles “But you propose a difficult task,' exclaimed the prince. had been emptied out of the window.

“I propose nothing which I am not ready to execute,” “ Jean,” exclaimed the spy, laughing, and pushing answered Roy, with a savage leer. “I will myself go him out at the same time, “ go home, go to bed, and

return to-morrow at four." among the people, persuade them he is conspiring a gene

“Agreed,” replied Torticolis, who founy dered down ral lowering of wages, and spread the feeling that the Tiers- stairs like a whale, nor walked uprightly lo until at some Etats, which represents the masters, is all for themselves.” | considerable distance from the house.

(To be continued.)

735

THE TWEED AND ITS TRIBUTARIES.Continued.

BY

SIR THOMAS

DICK

LAUDER,

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HAVING by chance cast our eyes over the latter occurred to the deer for a long series of years. part of our last paragraph, and then assumed an But looking, as we did yesterday, from a consideralmost mathematically horizontal line, in order able height all over the well-enclosed and fertile the better to indulge in some little reflection upon Lothians, where not a square inch of ground it, with our toes, our nose, and our black-lead appeared to have been left uncultivated, we could pencil, all pointed directly towards the heavens, not help feeling, in defiance of all historical like the top-gallant-masts of some trim frigate, a record and daily discovered facts, that it was excurious thought struck us, which may, we think, tremely difficult to imagine this now so polished lead to vast discoveries, both scientific and lite surface of a country in a state of so great roughrary. Why may not the pointed pencil, directedness and wildness as to furnish shelter and harvertically against the heavens, have the effect of bourage for such animals. Then, if, notwithattracting thence a minute portion of that elec- standing these appearances, the Lothians could trical matter with which the clouds are charged, do this, what might not the naturally more wild so as to be productive of something like a gal mountains and glens of the Border afford ? and, vanic stream, to vivify and stimulate the dull therefore, how much must Teviotdale and the brain that fills the skull, lying on the pillow vale of the Jed, and their neighbouring elevadirectly beneath, to so great an extent that it tions, have swarmed with these noble antlered shall emit bright and lively coruscations, that creatures ? otherwise never could have been elicited from it? In later times, when the animal man had We are quite willing to allow that we have been multiplied considerably, so as to fill these valleys somewhat surprised at our own occasional mo- with a pretty tolerable sprinkling of population, ments of brilliancy, and we hope we are at least and when human passions, unrestrained, began to too honest to attribute these to anything else but act and to produce wondrous scenes, tragedies, the true scientific cause.

and deadly conflicts, Teviotdale must have had The course of the Teviot is longer than that of its own share of them. And, again, when aggresany of the other tributaries of the Tweed. It is, sive force began to be less applied between neighmoreover, an extremely beautiful stream, and it bours reciprocally than directed against the comis fed by a number of smaller ones, the more im- mon enemy of England, few of the passes between portant of which we shall notice in the progress the two countries afforded so easy an access from of our description. It has its source at Teviot one to the other, for predatory purposes. It would Stone, on the heights dividing Roxburghshire appear, however, that, for some time at least, it from Dumfriesshire, and it runs down through its was more used by the English for carrying raids own dale to join the Tweed above Kelso, giving into Teviotdale, and Scotland generally, than by to the district the name of Teviotdale, or, much the Scots for harrying England, more commonly with the careless vulgar, Tivi- In the reign of James the First, the one-half of dale. That part of it which extends from Hawick the lands of Branxholm belonged to Sir Thomas upwards embraces a portion of the great line of Inglis, who appears to have been a peaceable road to Carlisle, which is afterwards carried man, but little fitted for the times in which he through Langholm and Longtown, passing Johnny lived. This gentleman happening to meet with Armstrong's picturesque tower of Gilnockie, and Sir William Scott of Buccleuch, the chief of the through a range of scenery, which, partaking name, who then possessed the estate of Murdiepartly both of the wildness of that of Scotland, ston, in Lanarkshire, which at this moment beand the richness of that of England, is hardly to longs to Admiral Sir Thomas Cochrane, Inglis be surpassed for beauty by that of any part of expressed himself in strong terms of envy for the 'either of the two countries.

quiet repose which the proprietor of a low country It happened to us, yesterday, that in the course property, such as Scott's, far from the immediate of a visit to an old friend of ours, an extensive Border, must enjoy, whilst he at Branxholm farmer in this our county of East Lothian, he could hardly dare to lie down to sleep, or if he showed us some enormous horns, which must did, he must do so in his boots and shirt of mail, have been borne by a species of deer much larger so as to be at all times ready to resist the English than our red deer now existing in the Highlands. marauders who came to clear his byres of their They were dug up from a low bottom in one of inmates. “What say you to an exchange of our his fields, in the course of draining a swamp of so two estates ?” demanded Scott, abruptly.

“I treacherous a nature, that all sorts of cattle ven- like that dry hill country much better than this turing into it were sure to be sucked down, buried stretch of wet clay.” “If you are really serious,” up, and suffocated; proving that the accumula- said Inglis, “ I, for my part, have not the least tion of the bones and horns of deer which were objection.” To the bargain they went then, and found here must have taken place from a suc- the result was, that, in a very short time, Sir cession of similar accidents which had occasionally' Thomas Inglis, to his great satisfaction, saw himVOL. XIV, -CLXVII.

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self laird of Murdieston, whilst the more warlike defiance of the English Border freebooters, the Sir William Scott was laird of Branxholm, in remaining half of the barony of Branxholm was, which he no sooner found himself fairly installed, in the following reign, that of James II., grante than he dryly and shrewdly remarked, that the to Sir Walter Scott, and his son, Sir David. cattle of Cumberland were as good as those of Branxholm now became the principal seat of the Teviotdale. Fortifying himself, therefore, with Buccleuch family, and continued to be so whilst a strong band of hardy, active, determined, and the nature of the times required security to be well-mounted men-at-arms, he soon turned the considered as one of the chief objects in the choice tide of affairs, and made the balance of the ac- of a mansion. The building, as it now stands, is count between him and the Cumberland people greatly reduced in its dimensions from what it very

much in his own favour-a state of matters must have been of old, and, with the exception of which his descendants endeavoured to keep up one square tower of immense strength of masonry, for generations after him, so that few dales on it possesses less of the character of the castle than the Scottish Border must have teemed with more of the old Scottish house. It is sufficiently piewarlike circumstances. How appropriate, then, turesque, however; and its situation, in the dell are these verses of Sir Walter Scott, drawing the of the Teviot, surrounded by fine, young, thriving comparison between these ancient warlike times wood, and looking down on the beautiful river, is of Teviot and the more modern days of peace and extremely delightful ; and, from the narrowness tranquillity, and how beautiful is the contrast, in of the glen here, it comes so suddenly on the pas a poetical point of view :

sing traveller, that the interest it excites is enSweet Teviot ! on thy silver tide

hanced, and would in itself be considerable, even The glaring bale-fires blaze no more,

if Sir Walter Scott had not thrown a poet's No longer steel-clad warriors ride

witchery over it.
Along thy wild and willowed shore ;
Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or bill,

The oldest story that belongs to this place is
All, all is peaceful, all is still,

that connected with the bonny lass of Branxholm. As if thy waves, since time was born,

She was the daughter of the woman who kept Since first they rolled upon the Tweed,

the ale-house of the adjacent hamlet. A young llad only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor startled at the bugle-horn.”

officer of some rank, of the name of Maitland,

having been sent hither with a party, to keep the Mr. Stoddart tells us that the course of the Border moss-troopers in order, fell so desperately Teviot is upwards of forty miles in length, but l in love with her that he married her, and so very old Stewart makes it only thirty-four miles. Mr. strange was such a més-alliance held to be in Stoddart says that of all its tributaries, such as those days, that the mother, whose nick-name the Lymy-cleugh and Frostly burns, the Allan was “ Jean the Ranter," was strongly suspected and Borthwick waters, the Slitrigg, the Rule, of having employed witchcraft to effect it. A the Ale, the Jed, the Oxnam, and the Kale, the very old ballad still exists on this subject, out of last mentioned is in the best repute among which Allan Ramsay composed his, which is anglers ; and he talks of his friend, Mr Wilson, somewhat better known. The original one is and himself, having captured thirty-six dozen of found in an old manuscript, entitled, “ Jean the trout between them in the course of a day. One Ranter's bewitching of Captain Robert Maitland of these, taken with the worm, weighed two to her daughter-by Old Hobby (or Robert) in pounds. The Teviot itself is a stream where Skelftrill.” We shall here extract some of the sport is by no means certain, and considerable verses, so as to give our readers some notion of skill must be exerted to ensure it. The trouts the whole ballad :are more shy than in most rivers, and the finest tackle, and great attention to the size and colour

“As I came in by Tiviot side,

And by the braes of Branxholm, of the fly, must be employed to tempt them, There I spied a bonny lass ; otherwise an empty pannier will be the conse

She was both neat and handsome, quence.

My heart and mind, with full intent, The Teviot is a peculiarly pure stream, while its

To seek that lass was ready bent ; purity is rendered more apparent by its pebbly

At length by orders we were sent

To quarter up at Branxholm." bed ; and, after leaving the hills, it winds delightfully through its rich, extensive, and well-culti

" My men their billets got in haste, vated valley.

Dispersed the country over ; The first and greatest place of interest on the But I myself at Branxholm Place, Teviot is the ancient house of Branxholm, which

To sport me with my lover. has been alike the scene of old ballad and modern

There nothing could my mind harass,

While I that blessing did possess, poetry, and we conceive that it will demand so

To kiss my bonny blythesome lass much of our paper and time, if we hope to do it

Upon the bracs of Branxholm. anything like justice, that it would be a waste of

" The lassie soon gave her consent, both to bestow more of our attention upon the

And so did Jean, her mother; upper part of the river's course than we have And a' her friends were well content, already done.

That we should wed each other.
Sir William Scott, the hero of whom we have

We spent some time in joy and mirth, already spoken in connexion with Branxholm,

At length I must gae to the north,

And cross the rural road of Forth, having fairly established himself in Teviotdale, in

To see my ancient mother.

*

They lay down to rest

With corselet laced,
Pillowed on buckler, cold and hard ;

They carved at the meal

With gloves of steel,
And they drank the red wine through the helmet

barred,

“When my competitors got wot

That I was gaun to leave them,
They cam to me, my foy to set,

And kindly Jean received them.
With mirth hence a' our cares did fly ;
No fears did our brave hearts annoy,
Till drink did a' our stomachs cloy,

And drown our active senses.
Ilaste, Dame, said we, gar fill more bear,

For lo! here is more money ;
And for your reck’ning do not fear,

So lang as we have ony :
Gar fill the cap, gar fill the can,
We'll drink a health to the goodman,
We's a' be merry or we gang-

Here's till the bonny lassie."

V.
“ Ten squires, ten yeomen, mail-clad men,

Waited the beck of the wardours ten ;
Thirty steeds, both fleet and wight,
Stood saddled in stable day and night,
Barbed with frontlet of steel, I trow,
And with Jedwood-axe at saddle-bow;
A hundred more fod free in stall:
Such was the custom of Branxholm Hall."

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“ Sae Robin he's gane to the north,

And, assuredly, it was a custom not only well To visit friends and father,

calculated to ensure the safety and repose of the And when that he came back again,

garrison of Branxholm, but to make it extremely Jean thought him meikle braver.

perilous for any body of English marauders, unThe priest was got immediately,

less they came in overwhelming force, to venture And he the nuptial knot did tie ; Quoth Jean, “I'll dance, if I should die,

into Teviotdale at all. This, indeed, was the key Because my daughter's married.'”

of this pass, and the narrowness of the valley here

rendered any attempt to evade it, without subdu“ Sae now they're married man and wife,

ing it, perfectly hopeless. We are well aware There's nae man can them sinder;

that great and rich men often find that a superTo live together a' their life,

abundance of places of residence proves a great There's naething can them hinder.

His Grace the Duke of Buccleuch has
Lang may they live and thrive ; and now
Jean she claws an auld wife's pow;

houses enough, truly; but we cannot help stating, She'll no live meikle langer now,

that, if Branxholm were ours, we could not resist But leave a' to her daughter."

the temptation of restoring its architecture to

what it once was. The drinking such oceans of ale by these noble The Tower of Goldieland stands very pictucaptains presents a curious picture of the times.

resquely on the height of a wooded knoll, on the Let us now turn to the “ Lay of the Last south side of the river, opposite to, but a little Minstrel,” and see with what magic Sir Walter way below Branxholm. It is one of those ancient Scott restores the picture of the ancient times of Border peels which contains nearly as much maBranxholm, with a vividness of colouring as

sonry in the walls as vacant space within them, great and as true as if he had lived in the times and the shell of which can neither be cracked nor he writes about.

burned, reminding one of one of those nuts one

sometimes ineets with, of strong and stubborn “ The feast was over in branxholm tower,

shell, which nothing can overcome but a hammer, And the ladye had gone to her secret bower ; and which, when broken at last, seems to be altoIler bower that was guarded by word and by spell,

gether devoid of contents. Goldieland was the Deadly to hear, and deadly to tellJesu Maria, shield us well !

ancient possession of a retainer and clansman of No living wight, save the ladyo alone,

the Scotts of Branxholm ; and, doubtless, he did Ilad dared to cross the threshold stone.

not fail to lend his ready help to his chief, whether

the war was offensive or defensive, and that, too, "The tables were drawn, it was idlesse all ;

with very little trouble or inquiry into the cause Knight, and page, and household squire,

or the merits of the quarrel. Sir Walter Scott Loitered through the lofty hall,

tells us that the last of these Scotts of GoldieOr crowded round the amplo fire; The stag-hounds, weary with the chase,

land is said to have been hanged, over his own Lay stretched upon the rushy floor,

gate, for march treason. The ballad of " Jainio And urged, in dreams, the forest race,

Telfer of the Fair Dodhead,” given by Sir Walter From Teviot-stone to Eskdale-moor.

Scott in his “ Border Minstrelsy," in which the

Laird of Goldieland is so particularly noticed, is “ Nine-and-twenty knights of fame

so very characteristic of the manners of the times, Ilung their shields in Branxholm Hall ;

and so perfectly shows how the weak and small Nine-and-twenty squires of namo Brought them their steeds to bower from stall;

were compelled to hang for protection on the Nine-and-twenty yeomen tall

great and powerful, that, although it, perhaps, Waited, duteous, on them all :

somewhat surpasses in length the bounds of reae They were all knights of mettle true,

sonable quotation, we cannot resist extracting it Kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch.

as it stands :IV. "" Ten' of them were sheathed in steel,

" It fell about the Martinmas tyde, With belted sword, and spur on heel ;

When our Border steeds get corn and hay; They quitted not their harness bright

The Captain of Bewcastle hath bound bim to ryde, Neither by day, nor yet by night;

And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey,

II.

III.

“ The first ae guide that they met wi',

It was high up in Hardhaughswire ; The second guide that they met wi',

It was laigh down in Borthwick Water. ""What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide ?'

Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee; But gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead,

Mony a cow's cauf I let thee see.' " And when they came to the fair Dodhead,

Right hastily they clamb the Peel; IIe loosed the ky out ane and a',

And ranshakled the house right weel. “Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,

The tear ay rowing in his e'e ;
He pled wi' the Captain to ha'e his geer,

Or else revenged he wad be.
“ The Captain turned him round and leugh;

• Said, “Man there's nacthing in thy house But ao auld sword, without a sheath,

That hardly now would fell a mouse.' “ The sun was nac up, but the moon was down,

It was the gryming of a new fa'en sna'; Jamie Telfer has run ten myles afoot,

Between the Dodhead and the Stob's Ha'. “ And when he cam' to the fair tower gate,

He shouted loud, and cried weel he, Till out bespak' auld Gibby Elliot

• Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?' "" • It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,

And a harried man I think I be; There's nacthing left at the fair Dodhead

But a waefu' wife and bairnies three.' "Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha',

For succour ye’se get nane frae me; Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,

For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me.' “Jamie has turned him round about

I wat the tear blinded his e'e ; • I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,

And the fair Dodhead I'll never see. My hounds may'a' rin masterless,

My hawks may fly frac tree to treo, My lord may grip my vassal lands,

For there again maun I never be.'
" He has turned him to the Tiviot side,

E'en as fast as he could drie,
Till he cam' to the Coultart cleugh,

And there he shouted baith loud and hie, " Then up bespak' him auld Jock Grieve

Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?' It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,

A harried man I trow I be. "• There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,

But a greeting wife and bairnies three; And sax poor ca's stand in the sta',

A' routing loudly for their minnie.' "Alack a wae! quo' auld Jock Grieve,

* Alack! my heart is sair for thee! For I was married on the elder sister,

And you on the youngest of a'the three.' " Then he has ta'en out a bonny black,

Was right weel fed with corn and bay, And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back,

To the Catslockhill to tak’ the fraye. " And whan he cam' to the Catslockhill,

He shouted loud, and cried weel hie ; Till out and spak' him William's Wat

O what's this brings the fraye to me?' “It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,

A harried man I think I be ; The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear

For God's sake rise and succour me!

Alas for wae ! quoth William's Wat,

• Alack! for thee my heart is sair! I never cam' by the fair Dodhead

That ever I found thy basket bare.' " He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,

Himsell upon a freckled gray, And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer

To Branksome Ha', to tak’ the fraye. “ And when they cam' to Branksome Ha',

They shouted a' baith loud and hie, Till up and spak' him auld Buccleuch,

Said Whae's this brings the fraye to me?" "It's I, Jamio Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead,

And a harried man I think I be; There's nought left in the fair Dodhead,

But a greeting wife and bairnics three.' “ Alack for wae!' quoth the guid auld lord,

"And ever my heart is wae for thee! But fye gar cry on Willie, my son,

And see that he come to me speedilie. “Gar warn the water, braid and wide,

Gar warn it sure and hastilie ;
They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,

Let them never look in the face o' me. 16 Warn Wat o' Harden and his sons,

Wi' them will Borthwick Water ride; Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,

And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside. " "Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,

And warn the Currors o' the Lee; As ye cum down the Ilermitage Slack,

Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrieberry.'
“ The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran,

Sae starkly and sae steadily ;
And aye the ower-word o’the thrang

Was— Rise for Branksome readilie! " The gear was driven the Frostylee up,

Frae the Frostylee unto the plain, Whan Willie has look'd his men before,

And saw the kye right fast drivand. “Whae drives thir kye?? 'gan Willie say,

• To make an outspeckle o' me?' • It's I, the Captain o' Bewcastle, Willie,

I winna layne my name for thee.' «•will ye let Telfer's kye gae back?

Or will ye do aught for regard o' me? Or, by the faith of my body,' quo' Willie Scott,

• l’se ware my dame's caufskin on thee.' “ I winna let the kye gae back,

Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear; But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye,

In spite of every Scott that's here.' ««Set on them, lads !' quo' Willie than ;

• Fye, lads, set on them cruellie! For ere they win to the Ritterford,

Mony a toom saddle there sall be ! “ Then till't they gaed, wi' heart and hand,

The blows fell thick as bickering hail ; And mony a horse ran masterless,

And mony a comely cheek was pale. “But Willie was stricken ower the head,

And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane ; And Harden grat for very rage,

When Willie on the grund lay slane. " But he's ta'en aff his gude steel cap,

And thrice he's waved it in the air The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white,

Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair. « Revenge ! revenge!' auld Wat 'gan cry

• Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie! We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,

Or Willie's death revenged sall be.' .*

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