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I</h1> + +<h4>The songs, to savage virtue dear,<br /> +That won of yore the public ear,<br /> +Ere Polity, sedate and sage,<br /> +Had quench'd the fires of feudal rage.<br /> +—WARTON.</h4><br /> + +<h4>1806.</h4> + +<br /> + +<h4>TO +HIS GRACE,<br /> +HENRY, +<i>DUKE OF BUCCLEUCH</i>, &c.&c.&c.<br /> +THESE TALES, WHICH IN ELDER TIMES HAVE CELEBRATED THE PROWESS, +AND CHEERED THE HALLS, OF <i>HIS GALLANT ANCESTORS</i>, +ARE RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED<br /> +<br /> +BY +<br /> +<br /> +HIS GRACE'S MUCH OBLIGED +AND +MOST HUMBLE SERVANT,</h4> + +<h3>WALTER SCOTT.</h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CONTENTS TO<br /> +THE FIRST VOLUME.</h2> + + <a href="#INTRODUCTION"><b>INTRODUCTION.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#APPENDIX_No_I"><b>Appendix, No. I.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#APPENDIX_No_II"><b>Appendix, No. II.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#APPENDIX_No_III"><b>Appendix, No. III.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#APPENDIX_No_IV"><b>Appendix, No. IV.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#APPENDIX_No_V"><b>Appendix, No. V.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#APPENDIX_No_VI"><b>Appendix, No. VI.</b></a></span><br /> + <br /> + <a href="#MINSTRELSY"><b>MINSTRELSY OF THE SCOTTISH BORDER PART FIRST.</b></a><br /> + <br /> + <a href="#SIR_PATRICK_SPENS"><b>SIR PATRICK SPENS.</b></a><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#AULD_MAITLAND"><b>AULD MAITLAND.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#AULD_MAITLAND_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_AULD_MAITLAND"><b>NOTES ON AULD MAITLAND.</b></a></span><br /> +<p></p> + <a href="#BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE"><b>BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</b></a><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE."><b>NOTES ON THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#THE_SANG"><b>THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#THE_SANG_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_THE_SANG"><b>NOTES ON THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.</b></a></span><br /> +<p></p> + <a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG"><b>JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#SUPPLEMENT"><b>SUPPLEMENT TO THE BALLAD OF JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER"><b>THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER"><b>NOTES ON THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#JAMIE_TELFER"><b>JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_JAMIE_TELFER_OF_THE_FAIR_DODHEAD."><b>NOTES ON JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE."><b>THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE_POEM."><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE."><b>NOTES RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#KINMONT_WILLIE"><b>KINMONT WILLIE.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#KINMONT_WILLIE_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_KINMONT_WILLIE."><b>NOTES ON KINMONT WILLIE.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#DICK_O_THE_COW"><b>DICK O' THE COW.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#DICK_O_THE_COW_POEM."><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_DICK_O_THE_COW."><b>NOTES ON DICK O' THE COW.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#JOCK_O_THE_SIDE"><b>JOCK O' THE SIDE.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#JOCK_O_THE_SIDE_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#HOBBIE_NOBLE"><b>HOBBIE NOBLE.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#HOBBIE_NOBLE_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_HOBBIE_NOBLE."><b>NOTES ON HOBBIE NOBLE.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD"><b>ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD.</b></a><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#ARMSTRONGS_GOODNIGHT"><b>ARMSTRONG'S GOODNIGHT.</b></a><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT"><b>THE FRAY OF SUPORT.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT."><b>NOTES ON THE FRAY OF SUPORT.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT"><b>LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#NOTES_ON_LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT."><b>NOTES ON LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> +<a href="#THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY"><b>THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY.</b></a><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 1em;"><a href="#THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY_POEM"><b>POEM.</b></a></span><br /> + <p></p> + <a href="#FOOTNOTES"><b>FOOTNOTES.</b></a><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagei" id="pagei">[i]</a></span> +<a name="INTRODUCTION"></a><h2>INTRODUCTION.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>From the remote period; when the Roman province was contracted by the +ramparts of Severus, until the union of the kingdoms, the borders +of Scotland formed the stage, upon which were presented the most +memorable conflicts of two gallant nations. The inhabitants, at the +commencement of this aera, formed the first wave of the torrent which +assaulted, and finally overwhelmed, the barriers of the Roman power +in Britain. The subsequent events, in which they were engaged, tended +little to diminish their military hardihood, or to reconcile them to +a more civilized state of society. We have no occasion to trace the +state of the borders during the long and obscure period of Scottish +history, which preceded the accession of the Stuart family. To +illustrate a few ballads,<span class="newpage"><a name="pageii" id="pageii">[ii]</a></span> the earliest of which is hardly coeval with +James V. such an enquiry would be equally difficult and vain. If we +may trust the Welch bards, in their account of the wars betwixt the +Saxons and Danes of Deira and the Cumraig, imagination can hardly +form any idea of conflicts more desperate, than were <span class="rightnote">[570]</span> +maintained, on the borders, between the ancient British and their +Teutonic invaders. Thus, the Gododin describes the waste and +devastation of mutual havoc, in colours so glowing, as strongly to +recall the words of Tacitus; "<i>Et ubi solitudinem faciunt, pacem +appellant</i><a name="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1"><sup>[1]</sup></a>."</p> + +<p>At a later period, the Saxon families, who fled from the exterminating +sword of the Conqueror, with many of the Normans themselves, whom +discontent and intestine feuds had driven into exile,<span class="newpage"><a name="pageiii" id="pageiii">[iii]</a></span> began to rise +into eminence upon the Scottish borders. They brought with them +arts, both of peace and of war, unknown in Scotland; and, among their +descendants, we soon number the most powerful border chiefs. Such, +<span class="rightnote">[1249]</span> +during the reign of the last Alexander, were Patrick, +earl of March, and Lord Soulis, renowned in tradition; and such were, +also, the powerful Comyns, who early acquired the principal sway upon +the Scottish marches. <span class="rightnote">[1300]</span>In the civil wars betwixt Bruce +and Baliol, all those powerful chieftains espoused the unsuccessful +party. They were forfeited and exiled; and upon their ruins was +founded the formidable house of Douglas. The borders, from sea to +sea, were now at the devotion of a succession of mighty chiefs, whose +exorbitant power threatened to place a new dynasty upon the Scottish +throne. It is not my intention to trace the dazzling career of this +race of heroes, whose exploits were alike formidable to the English, +and to their sovereign.</p> + +<p>The sun of Douglas set in blood. The murders of the sixth earl, and +his brother, in the castle of Edinburgh, were followed by that of +their successor, poignarded at Stirling by the hand of<span class="newpage"><a name="pageiv" id="pageiv">[iv]</a></span> his prince. His +brother, Earl James, appears neither to have possessed the abilities +nor the ambition of his ancestors. He drew, indeed, against his +prince, the formidable sword of Douglas, but with a timid and +hesitating hand. Procrastination ruined his cause; and he was +deserted, at Abercorn, by the knight of Cadyow, chief of the +Hamiltons, and by his most active adherents, after they had +ineffectually exhorted him to commit <span class="rightnote">[1453]</span>his fate to the +issue of a battle. The border chiefs, who longed for independence, +shewed little <span class="rightnote">[1455]</span>inclination to follow the declining +fortunes of Douglas. On the contrary, the most powerful clans engaged +and defeated him, at Arkinholme, in Annandale, when, after a short +residence in England, he again endeavoured to gain a footing in his +native country<a name="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2"><sup>[2]</sup></a>. The spoils of Douglas were liberally distributed +among his conquerors, and royal grants of his forfeited domains +effectually interested them in excluding his return. An<span class="rightnote">[1457]</span> +attempt, on the east borders, by "<i>the Percy and the Douglas, +both together</i>," was equally unsuccessful.<span class="newpage"><a name="pagev" id="pagev">[v]</a></span> The earl, grown old in +exile, longed once more to see his native country, and vowed, that, +<span class="rightnote">[1483]</span>upon Saint Magdalen's day, he would deposit his +offering on the high altar at Lochmaben.—Accompanied by the banished +earl of Albany, with his usual ill fortune, he entered Scotland.—The +borderers assembled to oppose him, and he suffered a final defeat at +Burnswark, in Dumfries-shire. The aged earl was taken in the fight, by +a son of Kirkpatrick of Closeburn, one of his own vassals. A grant of +lands had been offered for his person: "Carry me to the king!" said +Douglas to Kirkpatrick: "thou art well entitled to profit by my +misfortune; for thou wast true to me,<span class="newpage"><a name="pagevi" id="pagevi">[vi]</a></span> while I was true to myself." +The young man wept bitterly, and offered to fly with the earl into +England. But Douglas, weary of exile, refused his proffered liberty, +and only requested, that Kirkpatrick would not deliver him to the +king, till he had secured his own reward<a name="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3"><sup>[3]</sup></a>. Kirkpatrick did more: +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagevii" id="pagevii">[vii]</a></span> +he stipulated for the personal safety of his old master. His generous +intercession prevailed; and the last of the Douglasses was permitted +to die, in monastic seclusion, in the abbey of Lindores.</p> + +<p>After the fall of the house of Douglas, no one chieftain appears to +have enjoyed the same extensive supremacy over the Scottish borders. +The various barons, who had partaken of the spoil, combined in +resisting a succession of uncontrouled domination. The earl of Angus +alone seems to have taken rapid steps in the same course of ambition +which had been pursued by his kinsmen and rivals, the earls of +Douglas. Archibald, sixth earl of Angus, called <i>Bell-the-Cat</i>, +was, at once, warden of the east and middle marches, Lord of +Liddisdale and Jedwood forest, and possessed of the strong castles +of Douglas, Hermitage, and Tantallon. Highly esteemed by the ancient +nobility, a faction which he headed shook the throne of the feeble +James III., whose person they restrained, and whose minions they led +to<span class="newpage"><a name="pageviii" id="pageviii">[viii]</a></span> an ignominious death. The king failed not to shew his sense of +these insults, though unable effectually to avenge them. This hastened +his fate: and the field of Bannockburn, once the scene of a more +glorious conflict, beheld the combined chieftains of the border +counties arrayed against their sovereign, under the banners of his own +son. The king was supported by almost all the barons of the north; but +the tumultuous ranks of the Highlanders were ill able to endure the +steady and rapid charge of the men of Annandale and Liddisdale, who +bare spears, two ells longer than were used by the rest of their +countrymen. The yells, with which they accompanied their onset, +caused the heart of James to quail within him. He deserted his host, +<span class="rightnote">[1488]</span>and fled towards Stirling; but, falling from his +horse, he was murdered by the pursuers.</p> + +<p>James IV., a monarch of a vigorous and energetic character, was well +aware of the danger which his ancestors had experienced, from the +preponderance of one overgrown family. He is supposed to have smiled +internally, when the border and highland champions bled and died in +the savage sports of chivalry, by which his nuptials<span class="newpage"><a name="pageix" id="pageix">[ix]</a></span> were solemnized. +Upon the waxing power of Angus he kept a wary eye; and, embracing the +occasion of a casual slaughter, he compelled that earl, and his son, +to exchange the lordship of Liddisdale and the castle of Hermitage, +for the castle and lordship of Bothwell<a name="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4"><sup>[4]</sup></a>. By this policy, he +prevented the house of Angus, mighty as it was, from rising to the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagex" id="pagex">[x]</a></span> +height, whence the elder branch of their family had been hurled.</p> + +<p>Nor did James fail in affording his subjects on the marches marks +of his royal justice and protection. <span class="rightnote">[1510]</span>The clan of +Turnbull having been guilty of unbounded excesses, the king came +suddenly to Jedburgh, by a night march, and executed the most rigid +justice upon the astonished offenders. Their submission was made with +singular solemnity. Two hundred of the tribe met the king, at the +water of Rule, holding in their hands the naked swords, with which +they had perpetrated their crimes, and having each around his neck the +halter which he had well merited. A few were capitally punished, many +imprisoned, and the rest dismissed, after they had given hostages +for their future peaceable demeanour.—<i>Holinshed's Chronicle, +Lesly</i>.</p> + +<p>The hopes of Scotland, excited by the prudent and spirited conduct +of James, were doomed to a sudden and fatal reverse. Why should +we recapitulate the painful tale of the defeat and death of a +high-spirited prince? Prudence, policy, the prodigies of superstition, +and the advice of his most<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexi" id="pagexi">[xi]</a></span> experienced counsellors, were alike unable +to subdue in James the blazing zeal of romantic chivalry. The monarch, +and the flower of his nobles, <span class="rightnote">[1513]</span>precipitately rushed to +the fatal field of Flodden, whence they were never to return.</p> + +<p>The minority of James V. presents a melancholy scene. Scotland, +through all its extent, felt the truth of the adage, "that the country +is hapless, whose prince is a child." But the border counties, exposed +from their situation to the incursions of the English, deprived of +many of their most gallant chiefs, and harassed by the intestine +struggles of the survivors, were reduced to a wilderness, inhabited +only by the beasts of the field, and by a few more brutal warriors. +Lord Home, the chamberlain and favourite of James IV., leagued with +the Earl of Angus, who married the widow of his sovereign, held, for +a time, the chief sway upon the east border. Albany, the regent of the +kingdom, bred in the French court, and more accustomed to wield the +pen than the sword, feebly endeavoured to controul a lawless nobility, +to whom his manners appeared strange, and his person<span class="rightnote">[1516]</span> +despicable. It was in vain that he inveigled<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexii" id="pagexii">[xii]</a></span> the Lord Home to +Edinburgh, where he was tried and executed. This example of justice, +or severity, only irritated the kinsmen and followers of the deceased +baron: for though, in other respects, not more sanguinary than the +rest of a barbarous nation, the borderers never dismissed from their +memory a deadly feud, till blood for blood had been exacted, to the +uttermost drachm<a name="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5"><sup>[5]</sup></a>. Of this, the fate of Anthony d'Arcey, Seigneur de +la Bastie, affords a melancholy example. This gallant French cavalier +was appointed warden of the east marches by Albany, at his first +disgraceful retreat to France. Though De la Bastie was an able +statesman, and a true son of chivalry, the choice of the regent was +nevertheless unhappy. The new warden was a foreigner, placed in the +office of Lord Home, as<span class="rightnote">[1517]</span> the delegate of the very man, +who had brought that baron to the scaffold. A stratagem, contrived by +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexiii" id="pagexiii">[xiii]</a></span> +Home of Wedderburn, who burned to avenge the death of his chief, drew +De la Bastie towards Langton, in the Merse. Here he found himself +surrounded by his enemies. In attempting, by the speed of his horse, +to gain the castle of Dunbar, the warden plunged into a morass, where +he was overtaken and cruelly butchered. Wedderburn himself cut off his +head; and, in savage triumph, knitted it to his saddle-bow by the +long flowing hair, which had been admired by the dames of +France.—<i>Pitscottie, Edit</i>. 1728, p. 130. <i>Pinkerton's History +of Scotland</i>, Vol. II. p. 169<a name="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6"><sup>[6]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>The Earl of Arran, head of the house of Hamilton was appointed to +succeed De la Bastie in his perilous office. But the Douglasses, the +Homes, and the Kerrs, proved too strong for him upon the <span class="rightnote">[1520]</span> border. +He was routed by these clans, at Kelso, and afterwards +in a sharp skirmish, fought betwixt<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexiv" id="pagexiv">[xiv]</a></span> his faction and that of Angus, in +the high-street of the metropolis<a name="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7"><sup>[7]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>The return of the regent was followed by the banishment of Angus, +and by a desultory warfare<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexv" id="pagexv">[xv]</a></span> with England, carried on with mutual +incursions. Two gallant armies, levied by Albany, were dismissed +without any exploit worthy notice, while Surrey, at the head of ten +thousand cavalry, burned Jedburgh, and laid waste all Tiviotdale. This +general pays a splendid tribute to the gallantry of the border chiefs. +He terms them "the boldest <span class="rightnote">[1523]</span>men, and the hottest, that +ever I saw any nation<a name="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8"><sup>[8]</sup></a>."</p> + +<p>Disgraced and detested, Albany bade adieu to Scotland for ever. The +queen-mother, and the Earl of Arran, for some time swayed the kingdom. +But their power was despised on the borders, where Angus, though +banished, had many friends. Scot of Buccleuch even appropriated to +himself domains, belonging to the queen, worth 4000 merks yearly; +being probably the castle of Newark and her jointure lands in Ettrick +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexvi" id="pagexvi">[xvi]</a></span> +forest<a name="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9"><sup>[9]</sup></a>.—</p> + +<p>This chief, with Kerr of Cessford, was committed to ward, from which +they escaped, to join <span class="rightnote">[1525]</span>the party of the exiled Angus. +Leagued with these, and other border chiefs, Angus effected his return +to Scotland, where he shortly after acquired possession of the supreme +power, and of the person of the youthful king. "The ancient power of +the Douglasses," says the accurate historian, whom I have so often +referred to, "seemed to have revived; and, after a slumber of near +a century, again to threaten destruction to the Scottish +monarchy."—<i>Pinkerton</i>, Vol. 11, p. 277.</p> + +<p>In fact, the time now returned, when no one durst strive with a +Douglas, or with his follower. For, although Angus used the outward +pageant of conducting the king around the country, for punishing +thieves and traitors, "yet," says Pitscottie, "none were found greater +than were in his own company." The high spirit of the young king was +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexvii" id="pagexvii">[xvii]</a></span> +galled by the ignominious restraint under which he found himself; and, +in a progress to the border for repressing the Armstrongs, he probably +gave such signs of dissatisfaction, as excited the <span class="rightnote">[1526]</span> +laird of Buccleuch to attempt his rescue.</p> + +<p>This powerful baron was the chief of a hardy clan, inhabiting Ettrick +forest, Eskdale, Ewsdale, the higher part of Tiviotdale, and a portion +of Liddesdale. In this warlike district he easily levied a thousand +horse, comprehending a large body of Elliots, Armstrongs, and other +broken clans, over whom the laird of Buccleuch exercised an extensive +authority; being termed, by Lord Dacre, "chief maintainer of all +misguided men on the borders of Scotland."—<i>Letter to Wolsey</i>, +July 18. 1528. The Earl of Angus, with his reluctant ward, had slept +at Melrose; and the clans of Home and Kerr, under the Lord Home, and +the barons of Cessford, and Fairnihirst, had taken their leave of +the king, when, in the gray of the morning, Buccleuch and his band +of cavalry were discovered, hanging, like a thunder-cloud, upon the +neighbouring hill of Haliden<a name="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10"><sup>[10]</sup></a>. A herald was sent to demand his +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexviii" id="pagexviii">[xviii]</a></span> +purpose, and to charge him to retire. To the first point he answered, +that he came to shew his clan to the king, according to the custom of +the borders; to the second, that he knew the king's mind better than +Angus.—When this haughty answer was reported to the earl, "Sir," said +he to the king, "yonder is Buccleuch, with the thieves of Annandale +and Liddesdale, to bar your grace's passage. I vow to God they shall +either fight or flee. Your grace shall tarry on this hillock, with my +brother George; and I will either clear your road of yonder banditti, +or die in the attempt." The earl, with these words, alighted, and +hastened to the charge; while the Earl of Lennox (at whose instigation +Buccleuch made the attempt), remained with the king, an inactive +spectator. Buccleuch and his followers likewise dismounted, and +received the assailants with a dreadful shout, and a shower of lances. +The encounter was fierce and obstinate;<span class="newpage"><a name="pageixx" id="pageixx">[ixx]</a></span> but the Homes and Kerrs, +returning at the noise of battle, bore down and dispersed the left +wing of Buccleuch's little army. The hired banditti fled on all sides; +but the chief himself, surrounded by his clan, fought desperately +in the retreat. The laird of Cessford, chief of the Roxburgh Kerrs, +pursued the chace fiercely; till, at the bottom of a steep path, +Elliot of Stobs, a follower of Buccleuch, turned, and slew him with a +stroke of his lance. When Cessford fell, the pursuit ceased. But his +death, with those of Buccleuch's friends, who fell in the action, to +the number of eighty, occasioned a deadly feud betwixt the names +of Scott and Kerr, which cost much blood upon the marches<a name="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11"><sup>[11]</sup></a>.—See +<i>Pitscottie</i>, <i>Lesly</i>, and <i>Godscroft</i>.</p> +<br /> + +<p><span class="rightnote">[1528]</span>Stratagem at length effected what force had been +unable to accomplish; and the king, emancipated from the iron tutelage +of Angus, made the<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexx" id="pagexx">[xx]</a></span> first use of his authority, by banishing from +the kingdom his late lieutenant, and the whole race of Douglas. This +command was not enforced without difficulty; for the power of Angus +was strongly rooted in the east border, where he possessed the castle +of Tantallon, and the hearts of the Homes and Kerrs. The former, whose +strength was proverbial<a name="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12"><sup>[12]</sup></a>, defied a royal army; and the latter, at +the Pass of Pease, baffled the Earl of Argyle's attempts to enter the +Merse, as lieutenant of his sovereign. On this occasion, the borderers +regarded with wonder and contempt the barbarous array, and rude +equipage, of their northern countrymen Godscroft has preserved the +beginning of a scoffing rhyme, made upon this occasion:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Earl of Argyle is bound to ride</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From the border of Edgebucklin brae<a name="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13"><sup>[13]</sup></a>;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all his habergeons him beside,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each man upon a sonk of strae.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They made their vow that they would slay—</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Godscroft</i>, v. 2. p. 104. Ed. 1743.</span><br /> +<br /> + +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxi" id="pagexxi">[xxi]</a></span> +<p>The pertinacious opposition of Angus to his doom irritated to the +extreme the fiery temper of James, and he swore, in his wrath, that a +Douglas should never serve him; an oath which he kept in circumstances +under which the spirit of chivalry, which he worshipped<a name="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14"><sup>[14]</sup></a>, should +have taught him other feelings.</p> + +<p>While these transactions, by which the fate of Scotland was +influenced, were passing upon the eastern border, the Lord +Maxwell seems to have<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxii" id="pagexxii">[xxii]</a></span> exercised a most uncontrouled domination in +Dumfries-shire. Even the power of the Earl of Angus was exerted in +vain, against the banditti of Liddesdale, protected and bucklered +by this mighty chief. Repeated complaints are made by the English +residents, of the devastation occasioned by the depredations of the +Elliots, Scotts, and Armstrongs, connived at, and encouraged, by +Maxwell, <span class="rightnote">[1528]</span>Buccleuch, and Fairnihirst. At a convention +of border commissioners, it was agreed, that the king of England, +in case the excesses of the Liddesdale freebooters were not duly +redressed, should be at liberty to issue letters of reprisal to his +injured subjects, granting "power to invade the said inhabitants of +Liddesdale, to their slaughters, burning, heirships, robbing, reifing, +despoiling and destruction, and so to continue the same at his<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxiii" id="pagexxiii">[xxiii]</a></span> grace's +pleasure," till the attempts of the inhabitants were fully atoned +for. This impolitic expedient, by which the Scottish prince, unable +to execute justice on his turbulent subjects, committed to a rival +sovereign the power of unlimited chastisement, was a principal cause +of the savage state of the borders. For the inhabitants, finding +that the sword of revenge was substituted for that of justice, were +loosened from their attachment to Scotland, and boldly threatened to +carry on their depredations, in spite of the efforts of both kingdoms.</p> + +<p>James V., however, was not backward in using more honourable +expedients to quell the banditti <span class="rightnote">[1529]</span>on the borders. The +imprisonment of their chiefs, and a noted expedition, in which many of +the principal thieves were executed (see introduction to the ballad, +called <i>Johnie Armstrong</i>), produced such good effects, that, +according to an ancient picturesque history, "thereafter there was +great peace and rest a long time, where through the king had great +profit; for he had ten thousand sheep going in the Ettrick forest, in +keeping by Andrew Bell, who made the king so good count of them, as +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxiv" id="pagexxiv">[xxiv]</a></span> +they had gone in the hounds of Fife." <i>Pitscottie</i>, p. 153.</p> + +<p>A breach with England interrupted the tranquillity <span class="rightnote">[1533]</span> +of the borders. The Earl of Northumberland, a formidable name to +Scotland, ravaged the middle marches, and burned Branxholm, the abode +of Buccleuch, the hereditary enemy of the English name. Buccleuch, +with the barons of Cessford and Fairnihirst, retaliated by a raid into +England, <span class="rightnote">[1533]</span>where they acquired much spoil. On the east +march, Fowberry was destroyed by the Scots, and Dunglass castle by +D'Arcey, and the banished Angus.</p> + +<p>A short peace was quickly followed by another war, which proved fatal +to Scotland, and to her king. In the battle of Haddenrig, the English, +and the exiled Douglasses, were defeated by the Lords Huntly and Home; +but this was a transient gleam of success. Kelso was burned, and the +borders <span class="rightnote">[1542]</span>ravaged, by the Duke of Norfolk; and finally, +the rout of Solway moss, in which ten thousand men, the flower of the +Scottish army, were dispersed and defeated by a band of five hundred +English cavalry, or rather by their own dissentions, broke the proud +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxv" id="pagexxv">[xxv]</a></span> +heart of James; a death, more painful a hundred fold than was met by +his father in the field of Flodden.</p> + +<p>When the strength of the Scottish army had sunk, without wounds, +and without renown, the principal chiefs were led captive into +England.—Among these was the Lord Maxwell, who was compelled, by the +menaces of Henry, to swear allegiance to the English monarch. There is +still in existence the spirited instrument of vindication, by which +he renounces his connection with England, and the honours and estates +which had been proffered him, as the price of treason to his infant +sovereign. From various bonds of manrent, it appears, that all +the western marches were swayed <span class="rightnote">[1543]</span>by this powerful +chieftain. With Maxwell, and the other captives, returned to Scotland +the banished Earl of Angus, and his brother, Sir George Douglas, after +a banishment of fifteen years. This powerful family regained at least +a part of their influence upon the borders; and, grateful to the +kingdom which had afforded them protection during their exile, became +chiefs of the English faction in Scotland, whose object it was to urge +a contract of<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxvi" id="pagexxvi">[xxvi]</a></span> marriage betwixt the young queen and the heir apparent +of England. The impetuosity of Henry, the ancient hatred betwixt the +nations, and the wavering temper of the governor, Arran, prevented +the success of this measure. The wrath of the disappointed monarch +discharged itself in a wide-wasting and furious invasion of the +east marches, conducted by the Earl of Hertford. Seton, Home, +and Buccleuch, hanging on the mountains of Lammermoor, saw, with +ineffectual regret, the fertile plains of Merse and Lothian, and the +metropolis itself, reduced to a smoking desert. Hertford had scarcely +retreated with the main army, when Evers and Latoun laid waste the +whole vale of Tiviot, with a ferocity of devastation, hitherto unheard +of<a name="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15"><sup>[15]</sup></a>. The same "lion mode of wooing," being pursued during the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxvii" id="pagexxvii">[xxvii]</a></span> +minority of Edward VI., totally alienated the affections even of those +Scots who were most attached to the English interest. The Earl of +Angus, in particular, united himself to the governor, and gave the +English a sharp defeat at Ancram moor, <span class="rightnote">[1545]</span>a particular +account of which action is subjoined to the ballad, entituled, "<i>The +Eve of St. John</i>." Even the fatal defeat at Pinky, which at once +renewed the carnage of Flodden, and the disgrace of Solway, served to +prejudice the cause of the victors. The borders saw, with dread and +detestation, the ruinous fortress of Roxburgh once more receive an +English garrison, and the widow of Lord Home driven from his +baronial castle, to <span class="rightnote">[1547]</span>make room for the "<i>Southern +Reivers</i>." Many of the barons made a reluctant submission to +Somerset; but those of the higher part of the marches remained among +their mountains, meditating revenge. A similar incursion was made on +the west borders by Lord Wharton, who, with five thousand men, +ravaged and overran Annandale, Nithsdale, and Galloway, compelling the +inhabitants to receive the yoke of England<a name="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16"><sup>[16]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxviii" id="pagexxviii">[xxviii]</a></span> +<p>The arrival of French auxiliaries, and of French gold, rendered vain +the splendid successes of the English. One by one, the fortresses +which they occupied were recovered by force, or by stratagem; and the +vindictive cruelty of the Scottish borderers made dreadful retaliation +for the, injuries they had sustained. An idea may be conceived of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxix" id="pagexxix">[xxix]</a></span> +this horrible warfare, from the memoirs of Beaugé, a French officer, +serving in Scotland.</p> + +<p>The castle of Fairnihirst, situated about three miles above Jedburgh, +had been taken and garrisoned by the English. The commander and his +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxx" id="pagexxx">[xxx]</a></span> +followers are accused of such excesses of lust and cruelty "as would," +says Beaugé, "have made to tremble the most savage moor in Africa." A +band of Frenchmen, with the laird of Fairnihirst, and <span class="rightnote">[1549]</span> +his borderers, assaulted this fortress. The English archers showered +their arrows down the steep ascent, leading to the castle, and from +the outer wall by which it was surrounded. A vigorous escalade, +however, gained the base court, and the sharp fire of the French +arquebusiers drove the bowmen into the square keep, or dungeon, of the +fortress. Here the English defended themselves, till a breach in the +wall was made by mining. Through this hole the commandant creeped +forth; and, surrendering himself to De la Mothe-rouge, implored +protection from the vengeance of the borderers. But a Scottish +marc-hman, eyeing in the captive the ravisher of his wife, approached +him ere the French officer could guess his intention, and, at one +blow, carried his head four paces from the trunk. Above a hundred +Scots rushed to wash their hands in the blood of their oppressor, +bandied about the severed head, and expressed their joy in such +shouts, as if they had stormed the city of London. The prisoners, who +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxi" id="pagexxxi">[xxxi]</a></span> +fell into their merciless hands, were put to death, after their eyes +had been torn out; the victors contending who should display the +greatest address in severing their legs and arms, before inflicting a +mortal wound. When their own prisoners were slain, the Scottish, with +an unextinguishable thirst for blood, purchased those of the French; +parting willingly with their very arms, in exchange for an English +captive. "I myself," says Beaugé, with military sang-froid, "I myself +sold them a prisoner for a small horse. They laid him down upon the +ground, galloped over him with their lances in rest, and wounded him +as they passed. When slain, they cut his body in pieces, and bore the +mangled gobbets, in triumph, on the points of their spears. I cannot +greatly praise the Scottish for this practice. But the truth is, that +the English tyrannized over the borders in a most barbarous manner; +and I think it was but fair to repay them, according to the proverb, +in their own coin."—</p> +<br /> + +<p><i>Campagnes de Beaugé</i>.</p> + +<p>A peace, in 1551, put an end to this war; the most destructive which, +for a length of time, had ravaged Scotland. Some attention was paid by +the governor and queen-mother, to the administration of justice on the +border; and the chieftains, who had distinguished themselves during +the late troubles, received the honour of knighthood<a name="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17"><sup>[17]</sup></a>. +<span class="rightnote">[1522]</span>At this time, also, the Debateable Land, a tract of country, +situated betwixt the Esk and Sarke, claimed by both kingdoms, was +divided by royal commissioners, appointed by the two crowns.—By their +award, this land of contention was separated by a line, drawn from +east to west, betwixt the rivers. The upper half was adjudged to +Scotland, and the more eastern part to England. Yet the Debateable +Land continued long after to be the residence of the thieves +and banditti, to whom its dubious state had afforded a desirable +refuge<a name="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18"><sup>[18]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxii" id="pagexxxii">[xxxii]</a></span> +<p>In 1557, a new war broke out, in which rencounters on the borders +were, as usual, numerous, and with varied success. In some of these, +the too famous Bothwell is said to have given proofs of his courage, +which was at other times very questionable<a name="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19"><sup>[19]</sup></a>. About this time the +Scottish borderers seem to have acquired some ascendency over their +southern neighbours.—<i>Strype</i>, Vol. III. p. 437—In 1559, peace +was again restored.</p> + +<p>The flame of reformation, long stifled in Scotland, now burst forth, +with the violence of a volcanic eruption. The siege of Leith was +commenced, by the combined forces of the Congregation and of England. +The borderers cared little about speculative points of religion; but +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxiii" id="pagexxxiii">[xxxiii]</a></span> +they shewed themselves much interested in the treasures which passed +through their country, for payment of the English forces at Edinburgh. +Much alarm was excited, lest the marchers should intercept these +weighty protestant arguments; and it was, probably, by voluntarily +imparting a share in them to Lord Home, that he became a sudden +convert to the new faith<a name="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20"><sup>[20]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>Upon the arrival of the ill-fated Mary in her native country, she +found the borders in a state of great disorder. The exertions of her +natural brother (afterwards the famous regent, Murray) were necessary +to restore some degree of tranquillity. He marched to Jedburgh, +executed twenty or thirty of the transgressors, burned many houses, +and brought a number of prisoners to Edinburgh. The chieftains of the +principal clans were also obliged to grant pledges for their future +obedience. A noted convention (for the particulars of which, see +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxiv" id="pagexxxiv">[xxxiv]</a></span> +<i>Border Laws</i>, p. 84.) adopted various regulations, which were +attended with great advantage to the marches<a name="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21"><sup>[21]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>The unhappy match, betwixt Henry Darnley and his sovereign, led to new +dissentions on the border. The Homes, Kerrs, and other east marchers, +hastened to support the queen, against Murray, Chatelherault, and +other nobles, whom her marriage had offended. For the same purpose +the Johnstones, Jardines, and clans of Annandale entered into bonds of +confederacy. But Liddesdale was under the influence of England; in so +much, that Randolph, the English minister, proposed to hire a band of +<i>strapping Elliots</i>, to find Home business at home, in looking +after his corn and cattle.—<i>Keith</i>, p. 265. <i>App</i>. 133.</p> + +<p>This storm was hardly overblown, when Bothwell received the commission +of lieutenant upon the borders; but, as void of parts as of principle, +he could not even recover to the queen's allegiance his own domains in +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxv" id="pagexxxv">[xxxv]</a></span> +Liddesdale.—<i>Keith, App</i>. 165. The queen herself advanced to the +borders, to remedy this evil, and to hold courts at Jedburgh. Bothwell +was already in Liddesdale, where he had been severely wounded, in an +attempt to seize John Elliot, of the Parke, a desperate freebooter; +and happy had it been for Mary, had the dagger of the moss-trooper +struck more home. Bothwell being transported to his castle of +Hermitage, the queen, upon hearing the tidings, hastened thither, A +dangerous morass, still called the <i>Queen's Mire</i><a name="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22"><sup>[22]</sup></a>, is pointed +out by tradition as the spot where the lovely Mary, and her white +palfrey, were in danger of perishing. The distance betwixt Hermitage +and Jedburgh, by the way of Hawick, is nearly twenty-four English +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxvi" id="pagexxxvi">[xxxvi]</a></span> +miles. The queen went and returned the same day. Whether she visited a +wounded subject, or a lover in danger, has been warmly disputed in our +latter days.</p> + +<p>To the death of Henry Darnley, it is said, some of the border lords +were privy. But the subsequent marriage, betwixt the queen and +Bothwell, alienated from her the affections of the chieftains of the +marches, most of whom aided the association of the insurgent barons. +A few gentlemen of the Merse, however, joined the army which Mary +brought to Carberry-hill. But no one was willing to fight for the +detested Bothwell, nor did Bothwell himself shew any inclination +to put his person in jeopardy. The result to Mary was a rigorous +captivity in Lochleven castle; and the name of Bothwell scarcely again +pollutes the page of Scottish history.</p> + +<p>The distress of a beautiful and afflicted princess softened the hearts +of her subjects; and, when she escaped from her severe captivity, the +most powerful barons in Scotland crowded around her standard. Among +these were many of the west border men, under the lords Maxwell +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxvii" id="pagexxxvii">[xxxvii]</a></span> +and Herries<a name="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23"><sup>[23]</sup></a>. But the defeat at Langside was a death-blow to her +interest in Scotland.</p> + +<p>The death of the regent Murray, in 1569, excited the party of Mary to +hope and to exertion. It seems, that the design of Bothwelhaugh, who +slew him, was well known upon the borders; for, the very day on which +the slaughter happened, Buccleuch and Fairnihirst, with their clans, +broke into England, and spread devastation along the frontiers, with +unusual ferocity. It is probable they well knew that the controuling +hand of the regent was that day palsied by death. Buchanan exclaims +loudly against this breach of truce with Elizabeth, charging Queen +Mary's party with having "houndit furth proude and uncircumspecte +young men, to hery, burne, and slay, and tak prisoneris, in her +realme, and use all misordour and crueltie, not only usit in weir, but +detestabil to all barbar and wild Tartaris, in slaying of prisoneris, +and contrair to all humanitie and justice, keeping na promeis to +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxviii" id="pagexxxviii">[xxxviii]</a></span> +miserabil catives resavit anis to thair mercy "—<i>Admonitioun to the +trew lordis, Striveling</i>, 1571. He numbers, among these insurgents, +highlanders as well as borderers, Buccleuch and Fairnihirst, the +Johnstons and Armstrongs, the Grants, and the clan Chattan. Besides +these powerful clans, Mary numbered among her adherents, the Maxwells, +and almost all the west border leaders, excepting Drumlanrig, and +Jardine of Applegirth. On the eastern border, the faction of the +infant king was more powerful; for, although deserted by Lord Home, +the greater part of his clan, under the influence of Wedderburn, +remained attached to that party. The laird of Cessford wished them +well, and the Earl of Angus naturally followed the steps of his uncle +Morton. A sharp and bloody invasion of the middle march, under the +command of the Earl of Sussex, avenged with interest the raids of +Buccleuch and Fairnihirst. The domains of these chiefs were laid +waste, their castles burned and destroyed. The narrow vales of +Beaumont and Kale, belonging to Buccleuch, were treated with peculiar +severity; and the forrays of Hertford were equalled by that of Sussex. +In vain did the chiefs request assistance from the government to +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexxxix" id="pagexxxix">[xxxix]</a></span> +defend their fortresses. Through the predominating interest of +Elizabeth in the Scottish councils, this was refused to all but Home, +whose castle, nevertheless, again received an English garrison; while +Buccleuch and Fairnihirst complained bitterly that those, who had +instigated their invasion, durst not even come so far as Lauder, to +shew countenance to their defence against the English. The bickerings, +which followed, distracted the whole kingdom. One celebrated exploit +may be selected, as an illustration of the border fashion of war.</p> + +<p>The Earl of Lennox, who had succeeded Murray in the regency, held a +parliament at Stirling, in 1571. The young king was exhibited to +the great council of his nation. He had been tutored to repeat a set +speech, composed for the occasion; but, observing that the roof of +the building was a little decayed, he interrupted his recitation, +and exclaimed, with childish levity, "that there was a hole in the +parliament,"—words which, in these days, were held to presage the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexl" id="pagexl">[xl]</a></span> +deadly breach shortly to be made in that body, by the death of him in +whose name it was convoked.</p> + +<p>Amid the most undisturbed security of confidence, the lords, who +composed this parliament, were roused at day-break, by the shouts +of their enemies in the heart of the town. <i>God and the Queen</i>! +resounded from every quarter, and, in a few minutes, the regent, with +the astonished nobles of his party, were prisoners to a band of two +hundred border cavalry, led by Scott of Buccleuch, and to the +Lord Claud Hamilton, at the head of three hundred infantry. These +enterprising chiefs, by a rapid and well concerted manoeuvre, had +reached Stirling in a night march from Edinburgh, and, without so much +as being bayed at by a watch-dog had seized the principal street of +the town.—The fortunate obstinacy of Morton saved his party. Stubborn +and undaunted, he defended his house till the assailants set it in +flames, and then yielded with reluctance to his kinsman, Buccleuch. +But the time, which he had gained, effectually served his cause. The +borderers had dispersed to plunder the stables of the nobility; the +infantry thronged tumultuously together on the main street, when the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexli" id="pagexli">[xli]</a></span> +Earl of Mar, issuing from the castle, placed one or two small pieces +of ordnance in his own half-built house<a name="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24"><sup>[24]</sup></a>, which commands the market +place. Hardly had the artillery begun to scour the street, when the +assailants, surprised in their turn, fled with precipitation. Their +alarm was increased by the townsmen thronging to arms. Those, who had +been so lately triumphant, were now, in many instances, asking the +protection of their own prisoners. In all probability, not a man would +have escaped death, or captivity, but for the characteristic rapacity +of Buccleuch's marauders, who, having seized and carried off all the +horses in the town, left the victors no means of following the chace. +The regent was slain by an officer, named Caulder, in order to prevent +his being rescued. Spens of Ormeston, to whom he had surrendered, lost +his life in a generous attempt to protect him<a name="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25"><sup>[25]</sup></a>. Hardly does our +history present another enterprise, so well planned, so happily +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlii" id="pagexlii">[xlii]</a></span> +commenced, and so strangely disconcerted. To the licence of the +marchmen the failure was attributed; but the same cause ensured a safe +retreat.—<i>Spottiswoode, Godscroft, Robertson, Melville</i>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexliii" id="pagexliii">[xliii]</a></span> +<p>The wily Earl of Morton, who, after the short intervening regency +of Mar, succeeded to the supreme authority, contrived, by force or +artifice, to render the party of the king every where superior. Even +on the middle borders, he had the address to engage in his cause +the powerful, though savage and licentious, clans of Rutherford and +Turnbull, as well as the citizens of Jedburgh. He was thus enabled +to counterpoise his powerful opponents, Buccleuch and Fairnihirst, +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexliv" id="pagexliv">[xliv]</a></span> +in their own country; and, after an unsuccessful attempt to surprise +Jedburgh even these warm adherents of Mary relinquished her cause in +despair.</p> + +<p>While Morton swayed the state, his attachment to Elizabeth, and the +humiliation which many of the border chiefs had undergone, contributed +to maintain good order on the marches, till James VI. himself assumed +the reigns of government.—The intervening skirmish of the Reidswire +(see the ballad under that title) was but a sudden explosion of the +rivalry and suppressed hatred of the borderers of both kingdoms. In +truth, the stern rule of Morton, and of his delegates, men unconnected +with the borders by birth, maintained in that country more strict +discipline than had ever been there exercised. Perhaps this hastened +his fall.</p> + +<p>The unpopularity of Morton, acquired partly by the strict +administration of justice, and partly by avarice and severity, forced +him from the regency. In 1578, he retired, apparently, from state +affairs, to his castle of Dalkeith; which the populace, emphatically +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlv" id="pagexlv">[xlv]</a></span> +expressing their awe and dread of his person, termed the <i>Lion's +Den</i>. But Morton could not live in retirement; and, early in the +same year, the aged lion again rushed from his cavern. By a mixture of +policy and violence, he possessed himself of the fortress of Stirling, +and of the person of James. His nephew, Angus, hastened to his +assistance. Against him appeared his follower Cessford, with many of +the Homes, and the citizens of Edinburgh. Alluding to the restraint of +the king's person, they bore his effigy on their banners, with a rude +rhyme, demanding liberty or death.—<i>Birrel's Diary, ad annum</i>, +1578. The Earl of Morton marched against his foes as far as Falkirk, +and a desperate action must have ensued, but for the persuasions of +Bowes, the English ambassador. The only blood, then spilt, was in +a duel betwixt Tait, a follower of Cessford, and Johnstone, a west +border man, attending upon Angus. They fought with lances, and on +horseback, according to the fashion of the borders.—The former was +unhorsed and slain, the latter desperately wounded.—<i>Godscroft</i>, +Vol. II. p. 261. The prudence of the late regent appears to have +abandoned him, when he was decoyed into a treaty upon this occasion. +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlvi" id="pagexlvi">[xlvi]</a></span> +It was not long before Morton the veteran warrior, and the crafty +statesman, was forced bend his neck to an engine of death<a name="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26"><sup>[26]</sup></a>, the use +of which he himself had introduced into Scotland.</p> + +<p>Released from the thraldom of Morton, the king, with more than +youthful levity, threw his supreme power into the hands of Lennox and +Arran. The religion of the first, and the infamous character of the +second favourite, excited the hatred of the commons, while their +exclusive and engrossing power awakened the jealousy of the other +nobles. James, doomed to be the sport of contending factions was +seized at Stirling by the nobles, confederated in what was termed the +Raid of Ruthven. But the conspirators soon suffered their prize to +escape, and were rewarded for their enterprize by exile or death.</p> + +<p>In 1585, an affray took place at a border meeting in which Lord +Russel, the Earl of Bedford's eldest son, chanced to be slain. Queen +Elizabeth imputed the guilt of this slaughter to Thomas Kerr of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlvii" id="pagexlvii">[xlvii]</a></span> +Fairnihirst, instigated by Arran. Upon the imperious demand of the +English ambassador, both were committed to prison; but the minion, +Arran, was soon restored to liberty and favour; while Fairnihirst, the +dread of the English borderers and the gallant defender of Queen Mary, +died in his confinement, of a broken heart.—<i>Spottiswoode</i> p. +341.</p> + +<p>The tyranny of Arran becoming daily more insupportable the exiled +lords, joined by Maxwell, Home, Bothwell, and other border chieftains, +seized the town of Stirling, which was pillaged by their disorderly +followers, invested the castle, which surrendered at discretion, and +drove the favourite from the king's council<a name="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27"><sup>[27]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>The king, perceiving the Earl of Bothwell among the armed barons, +to whom he surrendered his person addressed him in these prophetic +words:— "Francis, Francis, what moved thee to come in arms against +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlviii" id="pagexlviii">[xlviii]</a></span> +thy prince, who never wronged thee? I wish thee a more quiet spirit, +else I foresee thy destruction."—<i>Spottiswoode</i>, p. 343.</p> + +<p>In fact, the extraordinary enterprizes of this nobleman disturbed the +next ten years of James's reign. Francis Stuart, son to a bastard of +James V., had been invested with the titles and estates belonging +to his maternal uncle, James Hepburn, Earl of Bothwell, upon the +forfeiture of that infamous man; and consequently became lord of +Liddesdale, and of the castle of Hermitage.—This acquisition of power +upon the borders, where he could easily levy followers, willing to +undertake the most desperate enterprize, joined to the man's native +daring and violent spirit, rendered Bothwell the most turbulent +insurgent, that ever disturbed the tranquillity of a kingdom. During +the king's absence in Denmark, Bothwell, swayed by the superstition of +his age, had tampered with certain soothsayers and witches, by whose +pretended art he hoped to atchieve the death of his monarch. In one +of the courts of inquisition, which James delighted to hold upon the +professors of the occult sciences, some of his cousin's proceedings +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlvix" id="pagexlix">[xlix]</a></span> +were brought to light, for which he was put in ward in the castle of +Edinburgh. Burning with revenge, he broke from his confinement, +and lurked for some time upon the borders, where he hoped for the +countenance of his son-in-law, Buccleuch. Undeterred by the absence +of that chief, who, in obedience to the royal command, had prudently +retired to France, Bothwell attempted the desperate enterprize of +seizing the person of the king, while residing in his metropolis. At +the dead of night, followed by a band of borderers, he occupied the +court of the palace of Holyrood, and began to burst open the doors +of the royal apartments. The nobility, distrustful of each other, and +ignorant of the extent of the conspiracy, only endeavoured to +make good the defence of their separate lodgings; but darkness and +confusion prevented the assailants from profiting by their disunion. +Melville, who was present, gives a lively picture of the scene of +disorder, transiently illuminated by the glare of passing torches; +while the report of fire arms, the clatter of armour, the din of +hammers thundering on the gates, mingled wildly with the war-cry of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlx" id="pagexlx">[xlx]</a></span> +the borderers, who shouted incessantly, "Justice! Justice! A Bothwell! +A Bothwell!" The citizens of Edinburgh at length began to assemble for +the defence of their sovereign; and Bothwell was compelled to retreat, +which he did without considerable loss.—<i>Melville</i>, p. 356. A +similar attempt on the person of James, while residing at Faulkland, +also misgave; but the credit which Bothwell obtained on the borders, +by these bold and desperate enterprizes, was incredible "All +Tiviotdale," says Spottiswoode, "ran after him;" so that he finally +obtained his object; and, at Edinburgh, in 1593, he stood before +James, an unexpected apparition, with his naked sword in his hand. +"Strike!" said James, with royal dignity—"Strike, and end thy work! +I will not survive my dishonour." But Bothwell with unexpected +moderation, only stipulated for remission of his forfeiture, and did +not even insist on remaining at court, whence his party was shortly +expelled, by the return of the Lord Home, and his other enemies. +Incensed at this reverse, Bothwell levied a body of four hundred +cavalry, and attacked the king's guard in broad day, upon the Borough +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxi" id="pagexlxi">[xlxi]</a></span> +Moor, near Edinburgh.—The ready succour of the citizens saved James +from falling once more into the hands of his turbulent subject<a name="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28"><sup>[28]</sup></a>. +On a subsequent day, Bothwell met the laird of Cessford, riding near +Edinburgh, with whom he fought a single combat, which lasted for two +hours<a name="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29"><sup>[29]</sup></a>. But his credit was now fallen; he retreated to England, +whence he was driven by Elizabeth, and then wandered to Spain and +Italy, where he subsisted, in indigence and obscurity, on the bread +which he earned by apostatizing to the faith of Rome. So fell this +agitator of domestic broils, whose name passed into a proverb, +denoting a powerful and turbulent demagogue<a name="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30"><sup>[30]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxii" id="pagexlxii">[xlxii]</a></span> +<p>While these scenes were passing in the metropolis the borders were +furiously agitated by civil discord. The families of Cessford and +Fairnihirst disputed their right to the wardenry of the middle +marches, and to the provostry of Jedburgh; and William Kerr of Ancram, +a follower of the latter, was murdered by the young chief of Cessford, +at the instigation of his mother.—<i>Spottiswoode</i>, p. 383. But +this was trifling, compared to the civil war, waged on the western +frontier, between the Johnstones and Maxwells, of which there is +a minute account in the introduction to the ballad, entitled, +"<i>Maxwell's Goodnight</i>." Prefixed to that termed "<i>Kinmont +Willie</i>" the reader will find an account of the last warden raids +performed upon the border.</p> + +<p>My sketch of border history now draws to a close. The accession of +James to the English crown converted the extremity into the centre of +his kingdom.</p> + +<p>The east marches of Scotland were, at this momentous period, in a +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxiii" id="pagexlxiii">[xlxiii]</a></span> +state of comparative civilization. The rich soil of Berwickshire soon +invited the inhabitants to the arts of agriculture.—Even in the days +of Lesley, the nobles and barons of the Merse differed in manners +from the other borderers, administered justice with regularity, and +abstained from plunder and depredation.—<i>De moribus Scotorum</i>, +p. 7. But, on the middle and western marches, the inhabitants were +unrestrained moss-troopers and cattle drivers, knowing no measure of +law, says Camden, but the length of their swords. The sterility of +the mountainous country, which they inhabited, offered little +encouragement to industry; and, for the long series of centuries, +which we have hastily reviewed, the hands of rapine were never there +folded in inactivity, nor the sword of violence returned to the +scabbard. Various proclamations were in vain issued for interdicting +the use of horses and arms upon the west border of England and +Scotland<a name="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31"><sup>[31]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxiv" id="pagexlxiv">[xlxiv]</a></span> +<p>The evil was found to require the radical cure of extirpation. +Buccleuch collected under his banners the most desperate of the border +warriors, of whom he formed a legion, for the service of the states of +Holland; who had as much reason to rejoice on their arrival upon the +continent, as Britain to congratulate herself upon their departure. It +may be presumed, that few of this corps ever returned to their native +country. The clan of Graeme, a hardy and ferocious set of freebooters +inhabiting chiefly the Debateable Land, by a very summary exertion +of authority, was transported to Ireland, and their return prohibited +under pain of death. Against other offenders, measures, equally +arbitrary, were without hesitation pursued. Numbers of border riders +were executed, without even the formality of a trial; and it is even +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxv" id="pagexlxv">[xlxv]</a></span> +said, that, in mockery of justice, assizes were held upon them after +they had suffered. For these acts of tyranny, see <i>Johnston</i>, +p. 374, 414, 39, 93. The memory of Dunbar's legal proceedings +at Jedburgh, are preserved in the proverbial phrase, <i>Jeddart +Justice</i>, which signifies, trial after execution. By this rigour +though sternly and unconscientiously exercised the border marauders +were, in the course of years, either reclaimed or exterminated; though +nearly a century elapsed ere their manners were altogether assimilated +to those of their countrymen<a name="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32"><sup>[32]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>In these hasty sketches of border history, I have endeavoured to +select, such incidents, as may introduce to the reader the character +of the marchmen, more briefly and better than a formal essay upon +their manners. If I have been successful in the attempt, he is already +acquainted with the mixture of courage and rapacity by which they were +distinguished; and has reviewed some of the scenes in which they acted +a principal part. It is, therefore only necessary to notice, more +minutely, some of their peculiar customs and modes of life.</p> + +<p>Their morality was of a singular kind. The ranpine, by which they +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxvi" id="pagexlxvi">[xlxvi]</a></span> +subsisted, they accounted lawful and honourable. Ever liable to lose +their whole substance, by an incursion of the English, on a sudden +breach of truce, they cared little to waste their time in cultivating +crops, to be reaped by their foes. Their cattle was, therefore, +their chief property; and these were nightly exposed to the southern +borderers, as rapacious and active as themselves. Hence, robbery +assumed the appearance of fair reprisal. The fatal privilege of +pursuing the marauders into their own country, for recovery of stolen +goods, led to continual skirmishes The warden also, himself frequently +the chieftain of a border horde, when redress was not instantly +granted by the opposite officer, for depredations sustained by his +district, was entitled to retaliate upon England by a warden raid. +In such cases, the moss-troopers, who crowded to his standard, found +themselves pursuing their craft under legal authority, and became the +favourites and followers of the military magistrate, whose duty it +was to have checked and suppressed them. See the curious history of +<i>Geordie Bourne, App. No. II</i>. Equally unable and unwilling to +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxvii" id="pagexlxvii">[xlxvii]</a></span> +make nice distinctions, they were not to be convinced, that what +was to-day fair booty, was to-morrow a subject of theft. National +animosity usually gave an additional stimulus to their rapacity; +although it must be owned, that their depredations extended also to +the more cultivated parts of their own country<a name="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33"><sup>[33]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>Satchells, who lived when the old border ideas of <i>meum</i> and +<i>tuum</i> were still in some force, endeavours to draw a very nice +distinction betwixt a freebooter and a thief; and thus sings he of the +Armstrongs:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On that border was the Armstrongs, able men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Somewhat unruly, and very ill to tame.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would have none think that I call them thieves,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For, if I did, it would be arrant lies.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxviii" id="pagexlxviii">[xlxviii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Near a border frontier, in the time of war,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's ne'er a man but he's a freebooter.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because to all men it may appear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The freebooter he is a volunteer;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the muster rolls he has no desire to stay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He lives by purchase, he gets no pay.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It's most clear a freebooter doth live in hazard's train;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A freebooter's a cavalier that ventures life for gain:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, since King James the Sixth to England went,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ther has been no cause of grief;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he that hath transgress'd since then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is no <i>Freebooter</i>, but a <i>Thief</i>.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>History of the name of Scott</i>.</span><br /> +<p></p> + +<p>The inhabitants of the inland counties did not understand these subtle +distinctions. Sir David Lindsay, in the curious drama, published by +Mr Pinkerton, introduces, as one of his <i>dramatis personae, Common +Thift</i>, a borderer, who is supposed to come to Fife to steal +the Earl of Rothes' best hackney, and Lord Lindsay's brown jennet. +<i>Oppression</i> also (another personage there introduced), seems +to be connected with the borders; for, finding himself in danger, he +exclaims,—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">War God that I were sound and haill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now liftit into Liddesdail;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Mers sowld fynd me beiff and caill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What rack of breid?</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxix" id="pagexlxix">[xlxix]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">War I thair lyftit with my lyfe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The devill sowld styk me with a knyffe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An' ever I cum agane in Fyfe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till I were deid.—</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Pinkerton's Scotish Poems</i>, Vol. II p. 180.</span><br /> +<p></p> + +<p>Again, when <i>Common Thift</i> is brought to condign punishment, he +remembers his border friends in his dying speech:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The widdefow wardanis tuik my geir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And left me nowthir horse nor meir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor erdly gud that me belangit;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, walloway! I mon be hangit.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<hr style="width: 45%;" /><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adew! my bruthir Annan thieves,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That holpit me in my mischevis:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adew! Grossars, Niksonis, and Bells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oft have we fairne owthreuch the fells:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adew! Robsons, Howis, and Pylis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That in our craft hes mony wilis:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Littlis, Trumbells, and Armestranges;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adew! all theeves, that me belangis;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baileowes, Erewynis, and Elwandis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Speedy of flicht, and slicht of handis:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Scotts of Eisdale, and the Gramis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I half na time to tell your namis.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ib</i>. p. 156.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When <i>Common Thift</i> is executed (which is performed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">upon the stage), <i>Falset</i> (Falsehood), who is</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">also brought forth for punishment, pronounces</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">over him the following eulogy:</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxx" id="pagexlxx">[xlxx]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Waes me for thee, gude Common Thift!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was never man made more honest chift,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His living for to win:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair wes not, in all Liddesdail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ky mair craftelly could steil,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whar thou hingis on that pin!</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ib</i>. p. 194.</span><br /> +<p></p> +<p>Sir Richard Maitland, incensed at the boldness and impunity of +the thieves of Liddesdale in his time, has attacked them with keen +iambicks. His satire, which, I suppose, had very little effect at the +time, forms No. III, of the appendix to this introduction.</p> + +<p>The borderers had, in fact, little reason to regard the inland Scots +as their fellow subjects, or to respect the power of the crown. +They were frequently resigned, by express compact, to the bloody +retaliation of the English, without experiencing any assistance from +their prince, and his more immediate subjects. If they beheld him, it +was more frequently in the character of an avenging judge, than of a +protecting sovereign. They were, in truth, during the time of peace, +a kind of outcasts, against whom the united powers of England and +Scotland were often employed. Hence, the men of the borders had little +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxi" id="pagexlxxi">[xlxxi]</a></span> +attachment to the monarchs, whom they termed, in derision, the kings +of Fife and Lothian; provinces which they were not legally entitled +to inhabit<a name="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34"><sup>[34]</sup></a>, and which, therefore, they pillaged with as little +remorse as if they had belonged to a foreign country. This strange, +precarious, and adventurous mode of life, led by the borderers, was +not without its pleasures, and seems, in all probability, hardly so +disagreeable to us, as the monotony of regulated society must have +been to those, who had been long accustomed to a state of rapine. Well +has it been remarked, by the eloquent Burke, that the shifting tides +of fear and hope, the flight and pursuit, the peril and escape, +alternate famine and feast, of the savage and the robber, after a time +render all course of slow, steady, progressive, unvaried occupation +and the prospect only of a limited mediocrity at the end of long +labour, to the last degree tame, languid, and insipid. The interesting +nature of their exploits may be conceived from the account of Camden.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxii" id="pagexlxxii">[xlxxii]</a></span> +<p>"What manner of cattle stealers they are, that inhabit these valleys +in the marches of both kingdoms, John Lesley, a Scotchman himself, and +bishop of Ross, will inform you. They sally out of their own borders, +in the night, in troops, through unfrequented bye-ways, and many +intricate windings. All the day-time, they refresh themselves and +their horses in lurking holes they had pitched upon before, till they +arrive in the dark at those places they have a design upon. As soon as +they have seized upon the booty, they, in like manner, return home in +the night, through blind ways, and fetching many a compass. The more +skilful any captain is to pass through those wild deserts, crooked +turnings, and deep precipices, in the thickest mists and darkness, +his reputation is the greater, and he is looked upon as a man of an +excellent head.—And they are so very cunning, that they seldom have +their booty taken from them, unless sometimes, when, by the help of +blood-hounds following them exactly upon the tract, they may chance to +fall into the hands of their adversaries. When being taken, they have +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxiii" id="pagexlxxiii">[xlxxiii]</a></span> +so much persuasive eloquence, and so many smooth insinuating words at +command, that if they do not move their judges, nay, and even their +adversaries (notwithstanding the severity of their natures), to +have mercy, yet they incite them to admiration and +compassion."—<i>Camden's Britannia.</i> The reader is requested to +compare this curious account, given by Lesley, with the ballad, called +<i>Hobble Noble</i><a name="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35"><sup>[35]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxiv" id="pagexlxxiv">[xlxxiv]</a></span> +<p>The inroads of the marchers, when stimulated only by the desire +of plunder, were never marked with cruelty, and seldom even with +bloodshed, unless in the case of opposition. They held, that property +was common to all who stood in want of it; but they abhorred and +avoided the crime of unnecessary homicide.—<i>Lesley</i>, p. 63. +This was, perhaps, partly owing to the habits of intimacy betwixt the +borderers of both kingdoms, notwithstanding their mutual hostility, +and reciprocal depredations. A natural intercourse took place between +the English and Scottish marchers, at border meetings, and during the +short intervals of peace. They met frequently at parties of the chace +and foot-ball; and it required many and strict regulations, on +both sides, to prevent them from forming intermarriages, and from +cultivating too close a degree of intimacy.—<i>Scottish Acts</i>, +1587, c. 105; <i>Wharton's Regulations, 6th Edward VI.</i> The +custom, also, of paying black-mail, or protection-rent, introduced +a connection betwixt the countries; for, a Scottish borderer, taking +black-mail from an English inhabitant, was not only himself bound to +abstain from injuring such person, but also to maintain his quarrel, +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxv" id="pagexlxxv">[xlxxv]</a></span> +and recover his property, if carried off by others. Hence, an union +arose betwixt the parties, founded upon mutual interest, which +counteracted, in many instances, the effects of national prejudice. +The similarity of their manners may be inferred from that of their +language. In an old mystery, imprinted at London, 1654, a mendicant +borderer is introduced, soliciting alms of a citizen and his wife. +To a question of the latter he replies, "Savying your honour, good +maistress, I was born in Redesdale, in Northomberlande, and come of a +wight riding sirname, call'd the Robsons: gude honeste men, and true, +savyng a little shiftynge for theyr livyng; God help them, silly pure +men." The wife answers, "What doest thou here, in this countrie? me +thinke thou art a Scot by thy tongue." <i>Beggar</i>—"Trowe me +never mair then, good deam; I had rather be hanged in a withie of +a cow-taile, for thei are ever fare and fase."—<i>Appendix +to Johnstone's Sad Shepherd</i>, 1783. p. 188. From the wife's +observation, as well as from the dialect of the beggar, we may infer, +that there was little difference between the Northumbrian and the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxvi" id="pagexlxxvi">[xlxxvi]</a></span> +border Scottish; a circumstance interesting in itself, and decisive of +the occasional friendly intercourse among the marchmen. From all those +combining circumstances arose the lenity of the borderers in their +incursions and the equivocal moderation which they sometimes observed +towards each other, in open war<a name="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36"><sup>[36]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxvii" id="pagexlxxvii">[xlxxvii]</a></span> +<p>This humanity and moderation was, on certain occasions, entirely laid +aside by the borderers. In the case of deadly feud, either against an +Englishman, or against any neighbouring tribe, the whole force of the +offended clan was bent to avenge the death of any of their number. +Their vengeance not only vented itself upon the homicide and his +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxviii" id="pagexlxxviii">[xlxxviii]</a></span> +family, but upon all his kindred, on his whole tribe; on every one, +in fine, whose death or ruin could affect him with +regret.—<i>Lesley</i>, p. 63; <i>Border Laws</i>, <i>passim</i>; +<i>Scottish Acts</i>, 1594, c. 231. The reader will find, in the +following collection, many allusions to this infernal custom, which +always overcame the marcher's general reluctance to shed human, blood, +and rendered him remorselessly savage.</p> + +<p>For fidelity to their word, Lesley ascribes high praise to the +inhabitants of the Scottish frontier. When an instance happened to +the contrary, the injured person, at the first border meeting, rode +through the field, displaying a glove (the pledge of faith) upon the +point of his lance, and proclaiming the perfidy of the person, who had +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxiv" id="pagexlxxix">[xlxxix]</a></span> +broken his word. So great was the indignation of the assembly against +the perjured criminal, that he was often slain by his own clan, to +wipe out the disgrace he had brought on them. In the same spirit +of confidence, it was not unusual to behold the victors, after an +engagement, dismiss their prisoners upon parole, who never failed +either to transmit the stipulated ransom, or to surrender themselves +to bondage, if unable to do so. But the virtues of a barbarous +people, being founded not upon moral principle, but upon the dreams of +superstition, or the capricious dictates of antient custom, can seldom +be uniformly relied on. We must not, therefore, be surprised to find +these very men, so true to their word in general, using, upon other +occasions, various resources of cunning and chicane, against which the +border laws were in vain directed.</p> + +<p>The immediate rulers of the borders were the chiefs of the different +clans, who exercised over their respective septs a dominion, partly +patriarchal, and partly feudal. The latter bond of adherence was, +however, the more slender; for, in the acts regulating the borders, +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxx" id="pagexlxxx">[xlxxx]</a></span> +we find repeated mention of "Clannes having captaines and chieftaines, +whom on they depend, oft-times against the willes of their +landeslordes."—<i>Stat.</i> 1587, c. 95, <i>and the Roll thereto +annexed</i>. Of course, these laws looked less to the feudal superior, +than to the chieftain of the name, for the restraint of the disorderly +tribes; and it is repeatedly enacted, that the head of the clan should +be first called upon to deliver those of his sept, who should commit +any trespass, and that, on his failure to do so, he should be liable +to the injured party in full redress. <i>Ibidem</i>, and <i>Stat.</i> +1594, c. 231. By the same statutes, the chieftains and landlords, +presiding over border clans, were obliged to find caution, and to +grant hostages, that they would subject themselves to the due course +of law. Such clans, as had no chieftain of sufficient note to enter +bail for their quiet conduct, became broken men, outlawed to both +nations.</p> + +<p>From these enactments, the power of the border chieftains may be +conceived; for it had been hard and useless to have punished them +for the trespasses of their tribes, unless they possessed over them +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxi" id="pagexlxxxi">[xlxxxi]</a></span> +unlimited authority. The abode of these petty princes by no means +corresponded to the extent of their power. We do not find, on the +Scottish borders, the splendid and extensive baronial castles, which +graced and defended the opposite frontier. The gothic grandeur of +Alnwick, of Raby, and of Naworth, marks the wealthier and more secure +state of the English nobles. The Scottish chieftain, however extensive +his domains, derived no advantage, save from such parts as he could +himself cultivate or occupy. Payment of rent was hardly known on the +borders, till after the union<a name="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37"><sup>[37]</sup></a>. All that the landlord could gain, +from those residing upon his estate, was their personal service in +battle, their assistance in labouring the land retained in his natural +possession, some petty quit-rents, of a nature resembling the feudal +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxii" id="pagexlxxxii">[xlxxxii]</a></span> +casualties, and perhaps a share in the spoil which they acquired by +rapine<a name="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38"><sup>[38]</sup></a>. This, with his herds of cattle and of sheep, and with the +<i>black mail</i>, which he exacted from his neighbours, constituted +the revenue of the chieftain; and, from funds so precarious, he +could rarely spare sums to expend in strengthening or decorating his +habitation. Another reason is found in the Scottish mode of warfare. +It was early discovered, that the English surpassed their neighbours +in the arts of assaulting or defending fortified places. The policy of +the Scottish, therefore, deterred them from erecting upon the borders +buildings of such extent and strength, as, being once taken by the +foe, would have been capable of receiving a permanent garrison<a name="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39"><sup>[39]</sup></a>. To +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxiii" id="pagexlxxxiii">[xlxxxiii]</a></span> +themselves, the woods and hills of their country were pointed out, +by the great Bruce, as their safest bulwarks; and the maxim of the +Douglasses, that "it was better to hear the lark sing, than the mouse +cheep," was adopted by every border chief. For these combined +reasons, the residence of the chieftain was commonly a large square +battlemented<a name="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40"><sup>[40]</sup></a> tower, called a <i>keep</i>, or <i>peel</i>; placed +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxiv" id="pagexlxxxiv">[xlxxxiv]</a></span> +on a precipice, or on the banks of a torrent, and, if the ground would +permit, surrounded by a moat. In short, the situation of a border +house, surrounded by woods, and rendered almost inaccessible by +torrents, by rocks, or by morasses, sufficiently indicated the +pursuits and apprehensions of its inhabitant.—"<i>Locus horroris +et vastae solitudinis, aptus ad praedam, habilis ad rapinam, +habitatoribus suis lapis erat offensiones et petra scandali, utpote +qui stipendiis suis minime contenti totum de alieno parum de suo +possidebant—totius provinciae spolium</i>." No wonder, therefore, +that James V., on approaching the castle of Lochwood, the antient seat +of the Johnstones, is said to have exclaimed, "that he who built it +must have been a knave in his heart." An outer wall, with some slight +fortifications, served as a protection for the cattle at night. The +walls of these fortresses were of an immense thickness, and they could +easily be defended against any small force; more especially, as, the +rooms being vaulted, each story formed a separate lodgement, capable +of being held out for a considerable time. On such occasions, the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxv" id="pagexlxxxv">[xlxxxv]</a></span> +usual mode, adopted by the assailants, was to expel the defenders, +by setting fire to wet straw in the lower apartments. But the border +chieftains seldom chose to abide in person a siege of this nature; and +I have not observed a single instance of a distinguished baron made +prisoner in his own house<a name="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41"><sup>[41]</sup></a>.—<i>Patten's Expedition</i>, p. 35. The +common people resided in paltry huts, about the safety of which +they were little anxious, as they contained nothing of value. On the +approach of a superior force, they unthatched them, to prevent +their being burned, and then abandoned them to the foe.—<i>Stowe's +Chronicle</i>, p. 665. Their only treasures were, a fleet and active +horse, with the ornaments which their rapine had procured for the +females of their family, of whose gay appearance the borderers were +vain.</p> + +<p>Some rude monuments occur upon the borders, the memorial of ancient +valour. Such is the cross at Milholm, on the banks of the Liddel, +said to have been erected in memory of the chief of the Armstrongs, +murdered treacherously by Lord Soulis, while feasting in Hermitage +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxvi" id="pagexlxxxvi">[xlxxxvi]</a></span> +castle. Such also, a rude stone, now broken, and very much defaced, +placed upon a mount on the lands of Haughhead, near the junction +of the Kale and Teviot. The inscription records the defence made by +Hobbie Hall, a man of great strength and courage against an attempt +by the powerful family of Ker, to possess themselves of his small +estate<a name="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42"><sup>[42]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>The same simplicity marked their dress and arms. Patten observes, +that in battle the laird could not be distinguished from the serf: all +wearing the same coat armour, called a jack, and the baron being +only distinguished by his sleeves of mail, and his head-piece. The +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxvii" id="pagexlxxxvii">[xlxxxvii]</a></span> +borderers, in general, acted as light cavalry; riding horses of a +small size, but astonishingly nimble, and trained to move, by short +bounds, through the morasses with which Scotland abounds. Their +offensive weapons were, a lance of uncommon length; a sword, either +two-handed, or of the modern light size; sometimes a species of +battle-axe, called a Jedburgh-staff; and, latterly, dags, or pistols. +Although so much accustomed to act on horseback, that they held it +even mean to appear otherwise, the marchmen occasionally acted as +infantry; nor were they inferior to the rest of Scotland in forming +that impenetrable phalanx of spears, whereof it is said, by an English +historian, that "sooner shall a bare finger pierce through the skin of +an angry hedge-hog, than any one encounter the brunt of their pikes." +At the battle of Melrose, for example, Buccleuch's army fought upon +foot. But the habits of the borderers fitted them particularly +to distinguish themselves as light cavalry; and hence the name of +<i>prickers and hobylers</i>, so frequently applied to them. At the +blaze of their beacon fires, they were wont to assemble ten thousand +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxviii" id="pagexlxxxviii">[xlxxxviii]</a></span> +horsemen in the course of a single day. Thus rapid in their warlike +preparations, they were alike ready for attack and defence. Each +individual carried his own provisions, consisting of a small bag of +oatmeal, and trusted to plunder, or the chace, for ekeing out his +precarious meal. Beaugé remarks, that nothing surprised the Scottish +cavalry so much as to see their French auxiliaries encumbered with +baggage-waggons, and attended by commissaries. Before joining battle, +it seems to have been the Scottish practice to set fire to the litter +of their camp, while, under cover of the smoke, the <i>hobylers</i>, +or border cavalry, executed their manoeuvres.—There is a curious +account of the battle of Mitton, fought in the year 1319, in a +valuable MS. <i>Chronicle of England</i>, in the collection of the +Marquis of Douglas, from which this stratagem seems to have decided +the engagement. "In meyn time, while the wer thus lastyd, the kynge +went agane into Skotlonde, that hitte was wonder for to wette, and +bysechyd the towne of Barwick; but the Skottes went over the water of +Sold, that was iii myle from the hoste, and prively they stole awaye +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexlxxxix" id="pagexlxxxix">[xlxxxix]</a></span> +be nyghte, and come into England, and robbed and destroyed all that +they myght, and spared no manner thing til that they come to Yorke. +And, whan the Englischemen, that wer left att home, herd this tiding, +all tho that myght well travell, so well monkys and priestis, and +freres, and chanouns, and seculars, come and met with the Skottes +at Mytone of Swale, the xii day of October. Allas, for sorow for +the Englischemen! housbondmen, that could nothing in wer, ther were +quelled and drenchyd in an arm of the see. And hyr chyftaines, Sir +William Milton, ersch-biishop of Yorke, and the abbot of Selby, with +her stedes, fled and com into Yorke; and that was her owne folye that +they had that mischaunce; for the passyd the water of Swale, and the +Skottes set on fiir three stalkes of hey, and the smoke thereof was +so huge, that the Englischemen might nott se the Scottes; and whan the +Englischemen were gon over the water, tho cam the Skottes, with hir +wyng, in maner of a sheld, and come toward the Englischemen in ordour. +And the Englischemen fled for unnethe they had any use of armes, +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexc" id="pagexc">[xc]</a></span> +for the kyng had hem al almost lost att the sege of Barwick. And the +Scotsmen <i>hobylers</i> went betwene the brigge and the Englischemen; +and when the gret hoste them met, the Englischemen fled between the +<i>hobylers</i> and the gret hoste; and the Englischemen were ther +quelled, and he that myght wend over the water were saved, but many +were drowned. Alas! for there were slayn many men of religion, +and seculars, and pristis, and clerks, and with much sorwe the +erschbischope scaped from the Skottes; and, therefore, the Skottes +called that battell the <i>White Battell</i>"</p> + +<p>For smaller predatory expeditions, the borderers had signals, and +places of rendezvous, peculiar to each tribe. If the party set forward +before all the members had joined, a mark, cut in the turf, or on the +bark of a tree, pointed out to the stragglers the direction which the +main body had pursued<a name="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43"><sup>[43]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexci" id="pagexci">[xci]</a></span> +<p>Their warlike convocations were, also, frequently disguised, under +pretence of meetings for the purpose of sport. The game of foot-ball, +in particular which was anciently, and still continues to be, a +favourite border sport, was the means of collecting together large +bodies of moss-troopers, previous to any military exploit. When Sir +Robert Carey was warden of the east marches, the knowledge that there +was a great match of foot-ball at Kelso, to be frequented by the +principal Scottish riders, was sufficient to excite his vigilance +and his apprehension<a name="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44"><sup>[44]</sup></a>. Previous also to the murder of Sir John +Carmichael (see Notes on the <i>Raid of the Reidswire</i>,) it +appeared at the trial of the perpetrators that they had assisted at a +grand foot-ball meeting, where the crime was concerted.</p> + +<p>Upon the religion of the borderers there can very little be said. +We have already noticed, that they remained attached to the Roman +Catholic faith rather longer than the rest of Scotland. This probably +arose from a total indifference upon the subject; for, we no where +find in their character the respect for the church, which is a marked +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexcii" id="pagexcii">[xcii]</a></span> +feature of that religion. In 1528, Lord Dacre complains heavily to +Cardinal Wolsey, that, having taken a notorious freebooter, called +Dyk Irwen, the brother and friends of the outlaw had, in retaliation, +seized a man of some property, and a relation of Lord Dacre, called +Jeffrey Middleton, as he returned from a pilgrimage to St. Ninian's, +in Galloway; and that, notwithstanding the sanctity of his character, +as a <i>true pilgrim</i>, and the Scottish monarch's safe conduct, +they continued to detain him in their fastnesses, until he should +redeem the said arrant thief, Dyk Irwen. The abbeys, which were +planted upon the border, neither seem to have been much respected by +the English, nor by the Scottish barons. They were repeatedly burned +by the former, in the course of the border wars, and by the latter +they seem to have been regarded chiefly as the means of endowing a +needy relation, or the subject of occasional plunder. Thus, Andrew +Home of Fastcastle, about 1488, attempted to procure a perpetual feu +of certain possessions belonging to the abbey of Coldinghame; and +being baffled, by the king bestowing that opulent benefice upon +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexciii" id="pagexciii">[xciii]</a></span> +the royal chapel at Stirling, the Humes and Hepburns started into +rebellion; asserting, that the priory should be conferred upon some +younger son of their families, according to ancient custom. After the +fatal battle of Flodden, one of the Kerrs testified his contempt for +clerical immunities and privileges, by expelling from his house the +abbot of Kelso. These bickerings betwixt the clergy and the barons +were usually excited by disputes about their temporal interest. It +was common for the churchmen to grant lands in feu to the neighbouring +gentlemen, who, becoming their vassals, were bound to assist and +protect them<a name="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45"><sup>[45]</sup></a>. But, as the possessions and revenues of the +benefices became thus intermixed with those of the laity, any attempts +rigidly to enforce the claims of the church were usually attended +by the most scandalous disputes. A petty warfare was carried on for +years, betwixt James, abbot of Dryburgh, and the family of Halliburton +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexciv" id="pagexciv">[xciv]</a></span> +of Mertoun, or Newmains, who held some lands from that abbey. These +possessions were, under various pretexts, seized and laid waste by +both parties; and some bloodshed took place in the contest, betwixt +the lay vassals and their spiritual superior. The matter was, at +length, thought of sufficient importance to be terminated by a +reference to his majesty; whose decree arbitral, dated at Stirling, +the 8th of May, 1535, proceeds thus: "Whereas we, having been advised +and knowing the said gentlemen, the Halliburtons, to be leal and true +honest men, long servants unto the saide abbeye, for the saide landis, +stout men at armes, and goode borderers against Ingland; and doe +therefore decree and ordaine, that they sail be re-possess'd, and +bruik and enjoy the landis and steedings they had of the said abbeye, +paying the use and wonte: and that they sall be goode servants to the +said venerabil father, like as they and their predecessours were to +the said venerabil father, and his predecessours, and he a good +master to them<a name="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46"><sup>[46]</sup></a>." It is unnecessary to detain the reader with other +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexc" id="pagexcv">[xcv]</a></span> +instances of the discord, which prevailed anciently upon the borders, +betwixt the spiritual shepherd and his untractable flock.</p> + +<p>The reformation was late of finding its way into the border wilds; +for, while the religious and civil dissentions were at the height in +1568, Drury writes to Cecil,—"Our trusty neighbours of Teviotdale are +holden occupied only to attend to the pleasure and calling of their +own heads, to make some diversion in this matter." The influence of +the reformed preachers, among the borders, seems also to have been but +small; for, upon all occasions of dispute with the kirk, James VI. was +wont to call in their assistance. <i>Calderwood</i>, p. 129.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexcvi" id="pagexcvi">[xcvi]</a></span> +<p>We learn from a curious passage in the life of Richard Cameron, +a fanatical preacher during the time of what is called "the +persecution," that some of the borderers retained to a late period +their indifference about religious matters. After having been licensed +at Haughhead, in Teviotdale, he was, according to his biographer, sent +first to preach in Annandale. "He said, 'how can I go there? I know +what sort of people they are.' 'But,' Mr. Welch said, 'go your way, +Ritchie, and set the fire of hell to their tails.' He went; and, the +first day, he preached upon that text, <i>Home shall I put thee among +the children, &c.</i>. In the application he said, 'Put you among the +children! the offspring of thieves and robbers! we have all heard of +Annandale thieves.' Some of them got a merciful cast that day, +and told afterwards, that it was the first field meeting they ever +attended, and that they went out of mere curiosity, to see a minister +preach in a tent, and people sit on the ground." <i>Life of Richard +Cameron</i><a name="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47"><sup>[47]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexcvii" id="pagexcvii">[xcvii]</a></span> +<p>Cleland, an enthusiastic Cameronian, lieutenant-colonel of the +regiment levied after the Revolution from among that wild and +fanatical sect, claims to the wandering preachers of his tribe +the merit of converting the borderers. He introduces a cavalier, +haranguing the Highlanders, and ironically thus guarding them against +the fanatic divines:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If their doctrine there get rooting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, farewell theift, the best of booting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And this ye see is very clear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dayly experience makes it appear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For instance, lately on the borders,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where there was nought but theft and murders,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rapine, cheating, and resetting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Slight of hand, fortunes getting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their designation, as ye ken,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was all along the <i>Tacking Men</i>.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, rebels more prevails with words,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then drawgoons does with guns and swords,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So that their bare preaching now</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Makes the rush-bush keep the cow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Better than Scots or English kings,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could do by kilting them with strings.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yea, those that were the greatest rogues,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Follows them over hills and bogues,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crying for mercy and for preaching,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they'll now hear no others teaching."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Cleland's Poems</i>, 1697, p. 30.</span><br /> + +<p>The poet of the whigs might exaggerate the success of their teachers; +yet, it must be owned, that their doctrine of insubordination, joined +to their vagrant and lawless habits, was calculated strongly to +conciliate their border hearers.</p> + +<p>But, though the church, in the border counties, attracted little +veneration, no part of Scotland teemed with superstitious fears and +observances more than they did. "The Dalesmen<a name="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48"><sup>[48]</sup></a>," says Lesley, +"never count their beads with such earnestness as when they set out +upon a predatory expedition." Penances, the composition betwixt guilt +and conscience, were also frequent upon the borders. Of this we have +a record in many bequests to the church, and in some more lasting +monuments; such as the Tower of Repentance in Dumfries-shire, +and, according to vulgar tradition, the church of Linton<a name="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49"><sup>[49]</sup></a>, in +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexcviii" id="pagexcviii">[xciiii]</a></span> +Roxburghshire. In the appendix to this introduction. No. IV., the +reader will find a curious league, or treaty of peace, betwixt two +hostile clans, by which the heads of each became bound to make the +four pilgrimages of Scotland, for the benefit of the souls of those +of the opposite clan, who had fallen in the feud. These were +superstitions, flowing immediately from the nature of the Catholic +religion: but there was, upon the border, no lack of others of a more +general nature. Such was the universal belief in spells, of which some +traces may yet remain in the wild parts of the country. These were +common in the time of the learned Bishop Nicolson, who derives +them from the time of the Pagan Danes. "This conceit was the more +heightened, by reflecting upon the natural superstition of our +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagexcix" id="pagexcix">[xcix]</a></span> +borderers at this day, who were much better acquainted with, and +do more firmly believe, their old legendary stories, of fairies and +witches, than the articles of their creed. And to convince me, yet +farther, that they are not utter strangers to the black art of their +forefathers, I met with a gentleman in the neighbourhood, who shewed +me a book of spells, and magical receipts, taken, two or three days +before, in the pocket of one of our moss-troopers; wherein, among many +other conjuring feats, was prescribed, a certain remedy for an ague, +by applying a few barbarous characters to the body of the party +distempered. These, methought, were very near a-kin to Wormius's +<i>Ram Runer</i>, which, he says, differed wholly in figure and shape +from the common <i>runae</i>. For, though he tells us, that these +<i>Ram Runer</i> were so called, <i>Eo quod molestias, dolores, +morbosque hisce infligere inimicis soliti sunt magi</i>; yet his great +friend, Arng. Jonas, more to our purpose, says, that—<i>His etiam usi +sunt ad benefaciendum, juvandum, medicandum tam animi quam corporis +morbis; atque ad ipsos cacodaemones pellendos et fugandos</i>. I shall +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagec" id="pagec">[c]</a></span> +not trouble you with a draught of this spell, because I have not yet +had an opportunity of learning whether it may not be an ordinary one, +and to be met with, among others of the same nature, in Paracelsus, +or Cornelius Agrippa."—<i>Letter from Bishop Nicolson to Mr. Walker; +vide Camden's Britannia, Cumberland</i>. Even in the editor's younger +days, he can remember the currency of certain spells, for curing +sprains, burns, or dislocations, to which popular credulity ascribed +unfailing efficacy<a name="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50"><sup>[50]</sup></a>. Charms, however, against spiritual enemies, +were yet more common than those intended to cure corporeal complaints. +This is not surprising, as a fantastic remedy well suited an imaginary +disease.</p> + +<p>There were, upon the borders, many consecrated wells, for resorting +to which the people's credulity is severely censured, by a worthy +physician of the seventeenth century; who himself believed in a +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageci" id="pageci">[ci]</a></span> +shower of living herrings having fallen near Dumfries. "Many run +superstitiously to other wells, and there obtain, as they imagine, +health and advantage; and there they offer bread and cheese, or money, +by throwing them into the well." In another part of the MS. occurs the +following passage. "In the bounds of the lands of Eccles, belonging to +a lyneage of the name of Maitland, there is a loch called the Dowloch, +of old resorted to with much superstition, as medicinal both for men +and beasts, and that with such ceremonies, as are <i>shrewdly</i> +suspected to have been begun with witchcraft, and increased afterward +by magical directions: For, burying of a cloth, or somewhat that did +relate to the bodies of men and women, and a shackle, or teather, +belonging to cow or horse; and these being cast into the loch, if they +did float, it was taken for a good omen of recovery, and a part of +the water carried to the patient, though to remote places, without +saluting or speaking to any they met by the way; but, if they did +sink, the recovery of the party was hopeless. This custom was of late +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecii" id="pagecii">[cii]</a></span> +much curbed and restrained; but since the discovery of many medicinal +fountains near to the place, the vulgar, holding that it may be as +medicinal as these are, at this time begin to re-assume their former +practice."—<i>Account of Presbytery of Penpont, in Macfarlane's +MSS.</i></p> + +<p>The idea, that the spirits of the deceased return to haunt the place, +where on earth they have suffered or have rejoiced, is, as Dr. Johnson +has observed, common to the popular creed of all nations The just and +noble sentiment, implanted in our bosoms by the Deity, teaches us, +that we shall not slumber for ever, as the beasts that perish.—Human +vanity, or credulity, chequers, with its own inferior and base +colours, the noble prospect, which is alike held out to us by +philosophy and by religion. We feel, according to the ardent +expression of the poet, that we shall not wholly die; but from hence +we vainly and weakly argue, that the same scenes, the same passions, +shall delight and actuate the disembodied spirit, which affected it +while in its tenement of clay. Hence the popular belief, that the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageciii" id="pageciii">[ciii]</a></span> +soul haunts the spot where the murdered body is interred; that its +appearances are directed to bring down vengeance on its murderers; or +that, having left its terrestrial form in a distant clime, it glides +before its former friends, a pale spectre, to warn them of its +decease. Such tales, the foundation of which is an argument from our +present feelings to those of the spiritual world, form the broad +and universal basis of the popular superstition regarding departed +spirits; against which reason has striven in vain, and universal +experience has offered a disregarded testimony. These legends are +peculiarly acceptable to barbarous tribes; and, on the borders, +they were received with most unbounded faith. It is true, that these +supernatural adversaries were no longer opposed by the sword and +battle-axe, as among the unconverted Scandinavians. Prayers, spells, +and exorcisms, particularly in the Greek and Hebrew languages, were +the weapons of the borderers, or rather of their priests and cunning +men, against their aërial enemy<a name="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51"><sup>[51]</sup></a>. The belief in ghosts, which has +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageciv" id="pageciv">[civ]</a></span> +been well termed the last lingering phantom of superstition, still +maintains its ground upon the borders.</p> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecv" id="pagecv">[cv]</a></span> +<p>It is unnecessary to mention the superstitious belief in witchcraft, +which gave rise to so much cruelty and persecution during the +seventeenth century. There were several executions upon the borders +for this imaginary crime, which was usually tried, not by the ordinary +judges, but by a set of country gentlemen, acting under commission +from the privy council<a name="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52"><sup>[52]</sup></a>.</p> + +<p>Besides these grand articles of superstitious belief, the creed of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecvi" id="pagecvi">[cvi]</a></span> +the borderers admitted the existence of sundry classes of subordinate +spirits, to whom were assigned peculiar employments. The chief of +these were the Fairies, concerning whom the reader will find a long +dissertation, in Volume Second. The Brownie formed a class of beings, +distinct in habit and disposition from the freakish and mischievous +elves. He was meagre, shaggy, and wild in his appearance. Thus, +Cleland, in his satire against the Highlanders, compares them to</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Faunes, or <i>Brownies</i>, if ye will,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or satyres come from Atlas hill."</span><br /> + +<p>In the day time, he lurked in remote recesses of the old houses which +he delighted to haunt; and, in the night, sedulously employed himself +in discharging any laborious task which he thought might be acceptable +to the family, to whose service he had devoted himself. His name is +probably derived from the <i>Portuni</i>, whom Gervase of Tilbury +describes thus: "<i>Ecce enim in Anglia daemones quosdam habent, +daemones, inquam, nescio dixerim, an secretae et ignotae generationis +effigies, quos Galli Neptunos, Angli Portunos nominant. Istis insitum +est quod simplicitatem fortunatonum</i> <i>colonorum amplectuntur, et +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecvii" id="pagecvii">[cvii]</a></span> +cum nocturnas propter domesticas operas agunt vigilias, subito clausis +januis ad ignem califiunt, et ranunculus ex sinu projectas, prunis +impositas concedunt, senili vultu, facie corrugata, statura pusilli, +dimidium pollicis non habentes. Panniculis consertis induuntur, et si +quid gestandum in domo fuerit, aut onerosi opens agendum, ad operandum +se jungunt citius humana facilitate expediunt. Id illis insitum est, +ut obsequi possint et obesse non possint</i>."—Otia. Imp. p. 980. In +every respect, saving only the feeding upon frogs, which was probably +an attribute of the Gallic spirits alone, the above description +corresponds with that of the Scottish Brownie. But the latter, +although, like Milton's lubbar fiend, he loves to stretch himself +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecviii" id="pagecviii">[cviii]</a></span> +by the fire<a name="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53"><sup>[53]</sup></a>, does not drudge from the hope of recompence. On the +contrary, so delicate is his attachment, that the offer of reward, +but particularly of food, infallibly occasions his disappearance for +ever<a name="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54"><sup>[54]</sup></a>. We learn from Olaus Magnus, that spirits, somewhat similar +in their operations to the Brownie, were supposed to haunt the Swedish +mines. The passage, in the translation of 1658, runs thus: "This +is collected in briefe, that in northerne kingdomes there are great +armies of devils, that have their services, which they perform with +the inhabitants of these countries: but they are most frequent in +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecix" id="pagecix">[cix]</a></span> +rocks and mines, where they break, cleave, and make them hollow: which +also thrust in pitchers and buckets, and carefully fit wheels and +screws, whereby they are drawn upwards; and they shew themselves to +the labourers, when they list, like phantasms and ghosts." It seems no +improbable conjecture, that the Brownie is a legitimate descendant of +the <i>Lar Familiaris</i> of the ancients.</p> + +<p>A being, totally distinct from those hitherto mentioned, is the Bogle, +or Goblin; a freakish spirit, who delights rather to perplex and +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecx" id="pagecx">[cx]</a></span> +frighten mankind; than either to serve, or seriously to hurt, them. +This is the <i>Esprit Follet</i> of the French; and <i>Puck</i>, or +<i>Robin Goodfellow</i>, though enlisted by Shakespeare among the +fairy band of <i>Oberon</i>, properly belongs to this class of +phantoms. <i>Shellycoat</i>, a spirit, who resides in the waters, and +has given his name to many a rock and stone upon the Scottish coast, +belongs also to the class of bogles<a name="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55"><sup>[55]</sup></a>. When he appeared, he seemed +to be decked with marine productions, and, in particular with shells, +whose clattering announced his approach. From this circumstance he +derived his name. He may, perhaps, be identified with the goblin +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxi" id="pagecxi">[cxi]</a></span> +of the northern English, which, in the towns and cities, Durham and +Newcastle for example had the name of <i>Barquest</i>; but, in the +country villages, was more frequently termed <i>Brag</i>. He usually +ended his mischievous frolics with a horse-laugh.</p> + +<p><i>Shellycoat</i> must not be confounded with <i>Kelpy</i>, a water +spirit also, but of a much more powerful and malignant nature. His +attributes have been the subject of a poem in Lowland Scottish, by the +learned Dr. Jamieson of Edinburgh, which adorns the third volume of +this collection. Of <i>Kelpy</i>, therefore, it is unnecessary to say +any thing at present.</p> + +<p>Of all these classes of spirits it may be, in general observed, that +their attachment was supposed to be local, and not personal. They +haunted the rock, the stream, the ruined castle, without regard to +the persons or families to whom the property belonged. Hence, they +differed entirely from that species of spirits, to whom, in the +Highlands, is ascribed the guardianship, or superintendance of a +particular clan, or family of distinction; and who, perhaps yet more +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxii" id="pagecxii">[cxii]</a></span> +than the Brownie, resemble the classic household gods. Thus, in an +MS. history of Moray, we are informed, that the family of Gurlinbeg is +haunted by a spirit, called <i>Garlin Bodacher</i>; that of the baron +of Kinchardin, by <i>Lamhdearg</i><a name="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56"><sup>[56]</sup></a>, or Red-hand, a spectre, one +of whose hands is as red as blood; that of Tullochgorm, by <i>May +Moulach</i>, a female figure, whose left hand and arm were covered +with hair, who is also mentioned in <i>Aubrey's Miscellanies</i>, +pp. 211, 212, as a familiar attendant upon the elan Grant. These +superstitions were so ingrafted in the popular creed, that the +clerical synods and presbyteries were wont to take cognizance of +them<a name="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57"><sup>[57]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxiii" id="pagecxiii">[cxiii]</a></span> +<p>Various other superstitions, regarding magicians, spells, prophecies, +&c., will claim our attention in the progress of this work. For the +present, therefore taking the advice of an old Scottish rhymer, let us</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Leave bogles, brownies, gyre carlinges, and ghaists<a name="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58"><sup>[58]</sup></a>."</span><br /> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Flyting of Polwart and Montgomery</i>.</span><br /> + +<p>The domestic economy of the borderers next engages our attention. That +the revenue of the chieftain should be expended in rude hospitality, +was the natural result of his situation. His wealth consisted chiefly +in herds of cattle, which were consumed by the kinsmen, vassals, and +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxiv" id="pagecxiv">[cix]</a></span> +followers, who aided him to acquire and to protect them<a name="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59"><sup>[59]</sup></a>. We +learn from Lesley, that the borderers were temperate in the use of +intoxicating liquors, and we are therefore left to conjecture how they +occupied the time, when winter, or when accident, confined them to +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxv" id="pagecxv">[cxv]</a></span> +their habitations. The little learning, which existed in the middle +ages, glimmered a dim and a dying flame in the religious houses; +and even in the sixteenth century, when its beams became more widely +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxvi" id="pagecxvi">[cxvi]</a></span> +diffused, they were far from penetrating the recesses of the border +mountains. The tales of tradition, the song, with the pipe or harp of +the minstrel, were probably the sole resources against <i>ennui</i>, +during the short intervals of repose from military adventure.</p> + +<p>This brings us to the more immediate subject of the present +publication.</p> + +<p>Lesley, who dedicates to the description of border manners a chapter, +which we have already often quoted, notices particularly the taste of +the marchmen for music and ballad poetry. "<i>Placent admodum sibi sua +musica, et rythmicis suis cantionibus, quas de majorum suorum gestis, +aut ingeniosis predandi precandive stratagematis ipsi confingunt</i>. +"—Leslaeus, <i>in capitulo de moribus eorum, qui Scotiae limites +Angliam versus incolunt</i>. The more rude and wild the state of +society, the more general and violent is the impulse received from +poetry and music. The muse, whose effusions are the amusement of +a very small part of a polished nation, records, in the lays +of inspiration, the history the laws, the very religion, of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxvii" id="pagecxvii">[cxvii]</a></span> +savages.—Where the pen and the press are wanting, the low of numbers +impresses upon the memory of posterity, the deeds and sentiments of +their forefathers. Verse is naturally connected with music; and, among +a rude people, the union is seldom broken. By this natural alliance, +the lays, "steeped in the stream of harmony," are more easily retained +by the reciter, and produce upon his audience a more impressive +effect. Hence, there has hardly been found to exist a nation so +brutishly rude, as not to listen with enthusiasm to the songs of their +bards, recounting the exploits of their forefathers, recording their +laws and moral precepts, or hymning the praises of their deities. But, +where the feelings are frequently stretched to the highest pitch, +by the vicissitudes of a life of danger and military adventure, this +predisposition of a savage people, to admire their own rude poetry and +music, is heightened, and its tone becomes peculiarly determined. It +is not the peaceful Hindu at his loom, it is not the timid Esquimaux +in his canoe, whom we must expect to glow at the war song of Tyrtaeus. +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxviii" id="pagecxviii">[cxviii]</a></span> +The music and the poetry of each country must keep pace with their +usual tone of mind, as well as with the state of society.</p> + +<p>The morality of their compositions is determined by the same +circumstances. Those themes are necessarily chosen by the bard, which +regard the favourite exploits of the hearers; and he celebrates only +those virtues, which from infancy he has been taught to admire. Hence, +as remarked by Lesley, the music and songs of the borders were of +a military nature, and celebrated the valour and success of their +predatory expeditions. Razing, like Shakespeare's pirate, the eighth +commandment from the decalogue, the minstrels praised their chieftains +for the very exploits, against which the laws of the country denounced +a capital doom.—An outlawed freebooter was to them a more interesting +person, than the King of Scotland exerting his power to punish his +depredations; and, when the characters are contrasted, the latter is +always represented as a ruthless and sanguinary tyrant.—Spenser's +description of the bards of Ireland applies in some degree, to our +ancient border poets. "There is, among the Irish, a certain kinde +of people, called bardes, which are to them instead of poets; whose +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxix" id="pagecxix">[cxix]</a></span> +profession is to set forth the praises or dispraises of men, in their +poems or rhymes; the which are had in such high regard or esteem +amongst them, that none dare displease them, for fear of running into +reproach through their offence, and to be made infamous in the mouths +of all men; for their verses are taken up with a general applause, +and usually sung at all feasts and meetings, by certain other persons, +whose proper function that is, who also receive, for the same, great +rewardes and reputation amongst them." Spenser, having bestowed due +praise upon the poets, who sung the praises of the good and virtuous, +informs us, that the bards, on the contrary, "seldom use to chuse unto +themselves the doings of good men for the arguments of their poems; +but whomsoever they finde to be most licentious of life, most bold and +lawless in his doings, most dangerous and desperate in all parts of +disobedience, and rebellious disposition, him they set up and glorify +in their rhythmes; him they praise to the people, and to young men +make an example to follow."—<i>Eudoxus</i>—"I marvail what kind of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxx" id="pagecxx">[cxx]</a></span> +speeches they can find, or what faces they can put on, to praise such +bad persons, as live so lawlessly and licentiously upon stealths and +spoyles, as most of them do; or how they can think, that any good +mind will applaud or approve the same." In answer to this question, +<i>Irenaeus</i>, after remarking the giddy and restless disposition of +the ill educated youth of Ireland, which made them prompt to receive +evil counsel, adds, that such a person, "if he shall find any to +praise him, and to give him any encouragement, as those bards and +rhythmers do, for little reward, or a share of a stolen cow<a name="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60"><sup>[60]</sup></a>, then +waxeth he most insolent, and half-mad, with the love of himself and +his own lewd deeds. And as for words to set forth such lewdness, it +is not hard for them to give a goodly and painted show thereunto, +borrowed even from the praises which are proper to virtue itself. As +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxi" id="pagecxxi">[cxxi]</a></span> +of a most notorious thief, and wicked outlaw, which had lived all his +life-time of spoils and robberies, one of their bardes, in his praise, +will say, 'that he was none of the idle milk-sops that was brought +up by the fire-side, but that most of his days he spent in arms and +valiant enterprizes; that he never did eat his meat, before he had +won it with his sword; that he lay not all night slugging in his cabin +under his mantle, but used commonly to keep others waking to defend +their lives, and did light his candle at the flames of their houses +to lead him in the darkness; that the day was his night, and the night +his day; that he loved not to be long wooing of wenches to yield to +him; but, where he came, he took by force the spoil of other men's +love, and left but lamentations to their lovers; that his music was +not the harp, nor lays of love, but the cries of people, and clashing +of armour; and, finally, that he died, not bewailed of many, but made +many wail when he died, that dearly bought his death.' Do not you +think, Eudoxus, that many of these praises might be applied to men of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxii" id="pagecxxii">[cxxii]</a></span> +best deserts? Yet, are they all yielded to a most notable traitor, +and amongst some of the Irish not smally accounted of."—<i>State of +Ireland</i>. The same concurrence of circumstances, so well pointed +out by Spenser, as dictating the topics of the Irish bards, tuned the +border harps to the praise of an outlawed Armstrong, or Murray.</p> + +<p>For similar reasons, flowing from the state of society, the reader +must not expect to find, in the border ballads, refined sentiment, +and, far less, elegant expression; although the stile of such +compositions has, in modern hands, been found highly susceptible of +both. But passages might be pointed out, in which the rude minstrel +has melted in natural pathos, or risen into rude energy. Even +where these graces are totally wanting, the interest of the stories +themselves, and the curious picture of manners, which they frequently +present, authorise them to claim some respect from the public. But +it is not the editor's present intention to enter upon a history of +border poetry; a subject of great difficulty, and which the extent +of his information does not as yet permit him to engage in. He +will, therefore, now lay before the reader the plan of the present +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxiii" id="pagecxxiii">[cxxiii]</a></span> +publication; pointing out the authorities from which his materials are +derived and slightly noticing the nature of the different classes into +which he has arranged them.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><b>The MINSTRELSY of the SCOTTISH BORDER contains Three Classes of Poems:</b></p> +I. HISTORICAL BALLADS.<br /> +II. ROMANTIC.<br /> +III. IMITATIONS OF THESE COMPOSITIONS BY MODERN AUTHORS.<br /> +<br /> +<p>The Historical Ballad relates events, which we either know actually +to have taken place, or which, at least, making due allowance for the +exaggerations of poetical tradition, we may readily conceive to have +had some foundation in history. For reasons already mentioned, such +ballads were early current upon the border. Barbour informs us, that +he thinks it unnecessary to rehearse the account of a victory, gained +in Eskdale over the English, because</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxiv" id="pagecxxiv">[cxxiv]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—Whasa liks, thai may her</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young women, when thai will play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Syng it among thaim ilk day.—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The Bruce</i>, Book XVI.</span><br /> + +<p>Godscroft also, in his History of the House of Douglas, written in the +reign of James VI., alludes more than once to the ballads current upon +the border, in which the exploits of those heroes were celebrated. +Such is the passage, relating to the death of William Douglas, Lord of +Liddesdale, slain by the Earl of Douglas, his kinsman, his godson, +and his chief<a name="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61"><sup>[61]</sup></a>. Similar strains of lamentation were poured by the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxv" id="pagecxxv">[cxxv]</a></span> +border poets over the tomb of the Hero of Otterbourne; and over the +unfortunate youths, who were dragged to an ignominious death, from +the very table at which they partook of the hospitality of their +sovereign. The only stanza, preserved of this last ballad, is +uncommonly animated—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Edinburgh castle, towne and toure,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God grant thou sink for sinne!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that even for the black dinoure,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Erl Douglas gat therein.</span><br /> + +<p>Who will not regret, with the editor, that compositions of such +interest and antiquity should be now irrecoverable? But it is the +nature of popular poetry, as of popular applause, perpetually to shift +with the objects of the time; and it is the frail chance of recovering +some old manuscript, which can alone gratify our curiosity regarding +the earlier efforts of the border muse. Some of her later strains, +composed during the sixteenth century, have survived even to the +present day; but the recollection of them has, of late years, become +like that of "a tale which was told." In the sixteenth century, these +northern tales appear to have been popular even in London; for the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxvi" id="pagecxxvi">[cxxvi]</a></span> +learned Mr. Ritson has obligingly pointed out to me the following +passages, respecting the noted ballad of <i>Dick o' the Cow</i> (p. +157); "Dick o' the Cow, that mad demi-lance northern borderer, who +plaid his prizes with the lord Jockey so bravely."—Nashe's +<i>Have with you to Saffren-Walden, or Gabriell Harvey's Hunt is +up</i>.—1596, 4to. <i>Epistle Dedicatorie</i>, <i>sig.</i> A. 2. 6. +And in a list of books, printed for, and sold by, P. Brocksby (1688), +occurs "Dick-a-the-Cow, containing north country songs<a name="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62"><sup>[62]</sup></a>." Could +this collection have been found, it would probably have thrown much +light on the present publication: but the editor has been obliged to +draw his materials chiefly from oral tradition.</p> + +<p>Something may be still found in the border cottages resembling the +scene described by Pennycuik.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On a winter's night, my grannam spinning,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mak a web of good Scots linnen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her stool being placed next to the chimley,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(For she was auld, and saw right dimly,)</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxvii" id="pagecxxvii">[cxxvii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My lucky dad, an honest whig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was telling tales of Bothwell-brigg;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He could not miss to mind the attempt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he was sitting pu'ing hemp;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My aunt, whom' nane dare say has no grace,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was reading on the Pilgrim's Progress;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The meikle tasker, Davie Dallas,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was telling blads of William Wallace;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My mither bade her second son say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What he'd by heart of Davie Lindsay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our herd, whom all folks hate that knows him,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was busy hunting in his bosom;</span><br /> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bairns, and oyes, were all within doors;}</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The youngest of us chewing cinders,}</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the auld anes telling wonders.}</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Pennycuik's Poems</i>, p. 7.</span><br /> + +<p>The causes of the preservation of these songs have either entirely +ceased, or are gradually decaying Whether they were originally the +composition of minstrels, professing the joint arts of poetry +and music; or whether they were the occasional effusions of some +self-taught bard; is a question into which I do not here mean to +enquire. But it is certain, that, till a very late period, the pipers, +of whom there was one attached to each border town of note, and whose +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxviii" id="pagecxxviii">[cxxviii]</a></span> +office was often hereditary, were the great depositaries of oral, +and particularly of poetical, tradition. About spring time, and after +harvest, it was the custom of these musicians to make a progress +through a particular district of the country. The music and the tale +repaid their lodging, and they were usually gratified with a donation +of seed corn<a name="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63"><sup>[63]</sup></a>. This order of minstrels is alluded to in the comic +song of <i>Maggy Lauder</i>, who thus addresses a piper—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Live ye upo' the border?"</span><br /> + +<p>By means of these men, much traditional poetry was preserved, +which must otherwise have perished. Other itinerants, not professed +musicians, found their welcome to their night's quarters readily +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxix" id="pagecxxix">[cxxix]</a></span> +insured by their knowledge in legendary lore. John Graeme, of Sowport, +in Cumberland, commonly called <i>The Long Quaker</i><a name="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64"><sup>[64]</sup></a>, a person +of this latter description, was very lately alive; and several of the +songs, now published, have been taken down from his recitation. +The shepherds also, and aged persons, in the recesses of the border +mountains, frequently remember and repeat the warlike songs of their +fathers. This is more especially the case in what are called the South +Highlands, where, in many instances, the same families have occupied +the same possessions for centuries.</p> + +<p>It is chiefly from this latter source that the editor has drawn his +materials, most of which were collected, many years ago, during his +early youth. But he has been enabled, in many instances, to supply +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxx" id="pagecxxx">[cxxx]</a></span> +and correct the deficiencies of his own copies, from a collection of +border songs, frequently referred to in the work, under the title of +<i>Glenriddell's MS</i>. This was compiled, from various sources, by +the late Mr. Riddell, of Glenriddel, a sedulous border antiquary, and, +since his death, has become the property of Mr. Jollie, bookseller +at Carlisle; to whose liberality the editor owes the use of it, while +preparing this work for the press. No liberties have been taken, +either with the recited or written copies of these ballads, farther +than that, where they disagreed, which is by no means unusual, the +editor, in justice to the author, has uniformly preserved what seemed +to him the best, or most poetical, reading of the passage. Such +discrepancies must very frequently occur, wherever poetry is preserved +by oral tradition; for the reciter, making it a uniform principle to +proceed at all hazards, is very often, when his memory fails him, apt +to substitute large portions from some other tale, altogether distinct +from that which he has commenced. Besides, the prejudices of clans +and of districts have occasioned variations in the mode of telling +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxi" id="pagecxxxi">[cxxxi]</a></span> +the same story. Some arrangement was also occasionally necessary, to +recover the rhyme, which was often, by the ignorance of the reciters, +transposed, or thrown into the middle of the line. With these +freedoms, which were essentially necessary to remove obvious +corruptions, and fit the ballads for the press, the editor presents +them to the public, under the complete assurance, that they carry with +them the most indisputable marks of their authenticity.</p> + +<p>The same observations apply to the Second Class, here termed ROMANTIC +BALLADS; intended to comprehend such legends as are current upon the +border, relating to fictitious and marvellous adventures Such were +the tales, with which the friends of Spenser strove to beguile his +indisposition:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Some told of ladies, and their paramours;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some of brave knights, and their renowned squires;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some of the fairies, and their strange attires,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some of giants, hard to be believed."</span><br /> + +<p>These, carrying with them a general, and not merely a local, interest, +are much more extensively known among the peasantry of Scotland than +the border-raid ballads, the fame of which is in general confined to +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxii" id="pagecxxxii">[cxxxii]</a></span> +the mountains where they were originally composed. Hence, it has been +easy to collect these tales of romance, to a number much greater than +the editor has chosen to insert in this publication<a name="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65"><sup>[65]</sup></a>. With this +class are now intermingled some lyric pieces, and some ballads, which, +though narrating real events, have no direct reference to border +history or manners. To the politeness and liberality of Mr. Herd, of +Edinburgh, the editor of the first classical collection of Scottish +songs and ballads (Edinburgh, 1774, 2 vols.), the editor is indebted +for the use of his MSS., containing songs and ballads, published and +unpublished, to the number of ninety and upwards. To this collection +frequent references are made, in the course of the following pages. +Two books of ballads, in MS., have also been communicated to me, by my +learned and respected friend, Alexander Fraser Tytler, Esq<a name="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66"><sup>[66]</sup></a>. I take +the liberty of transcribing Mr. Tytler's memorandum respecting the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxiii" id="pagecxxxiii">[cxxxiii]</a></span> +manner in which they came into his hands. "My father<a name="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67"><sup>[67]</sup></a> got the +following songs from an old friend, Mr. Thomas Gordon, professor +of philosophy, King's College, Aberdeen. The following extract of a +letter of the professor to me, explains how he came by them:—"An +aunt of my children, Mrs Farquhar, now dead, who was married to the +proprietor of a small estate, near the sources of the Dee, in Braemar, +a good old woman, who spent the best part of her life among flocks +and herds, resided in her latter days in the town of Aberdeen. She was +possest of a most tenacious memory, which retained all the songs she +had heard from nurses and country-women in that sequestered part of +the country. Being maternally fond of my children, when young, she had +them much about her, and delighted them with her songs, and tales of +chivalry. My youngest daughter, Mrs Brown, at Falkland, is blest with +a memory as good as her aunt, and has almost the whole of her songs +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxiv" id="pagecxxxiv">[cxxxiv]</a></span> +by heart. In conversation I mentioned them to your father, at whose +request, my grandson, Mr Scott, wrote down a parcel of them, as his +aunt sung them. Being then but a mere novice in music, he added, in +the copy, such musical notes, as, he supposed, might give your father +some notion of the airs, or rather lilts, to which they were sung."</p> + +<p>From this curious and valuable collection, the editor has procured +very material assistance. At the same time, it contains many beautiful +legendary poems, of which he could not avail himself, as they seemed +to be the exclusive property of the bards of Angus and Aberdeenshire. +But the copies of such, as were known on the borders, have furnished +him with various readings, and with supplementary stanzas, which he +has frequent opportunities to acknowledge. The MSS. are cited under +the name of Mrs. Brown of Falkland, the ingenious lady, to whose taste +and memory the world is indebted for the preservation of the tales +which they contain. The other authorities, which occur during +the work, are particularly referred to. Much information has been +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxv" id="pagecxxxv">[cxxxv]</a></span> +communicated to the editor, from various quarters, since the work +was first published of which he has availed himself, to correct and +enlarge the present edition.</p> + +<p>In publishing both classes of ancient ballads, the editor has excluded +those which are to be found in the common collections of this nature, +unless in one or two instances, where he conceived it possible to give +some novelty, by historical or critical illustration.</p> + +<p>It would have been easy for the editor to have given these songs +an appearance of more indisputable antiquity, by adopting the rude +orthography of the period, to which he is inclined to refer them. But +this (unless when MSS. of antiquity can be referred to) seemed too +arbitrary an exertion of the privileges of a publisher, and must, +besides, have unnecessarily increased the difficulties of many +readers. On the other hand, the utmost care has been taken, never +to reject a word or phrase, used by a reciter, however uncouth or +antiquated. Such barbarisms, which stamp upon the tales their age and +their nation, should be respected by an editor, as the hardy emblem of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxvi" id="pagecxxxvi">[cxxxvi]</a></span> +his country was venerated by the Poet of Scotland:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The rough bur-thistle spreading wide</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amang the bearded bear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I turn'd the weeder-clips aside,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And spared the symbol dear.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">BURNS.</span><br /> + +<p>The meaning of such obsolete words is usually given at the bottom +of the page. For explanation of the more common peculiarities of the +Scottish dialect, the English reader is referred to the excellent +glossary annexed to the last edition of Burns' works.</p> + +<p>The Third Class of Ballads are announced to the public, as MODERN +IMITATIONS of the Ancient Style of composition, in that department of +poetry; and they are founded upon such traditions as we may suppose in +the elder times would have employed the harps of the minstrels. This +kind of poetry has been supposed capable of uniting the vigorous +numbers and wild fiction, which occasionally charm us in the ancient +ballad, with a greater equality of versification, and elegance of +sentiment, than we can expect to find in the works of a rude age. But, +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxvii" id="pagecxxxvii">[cxxxvii]</a></span> +upon my ideas of the nature and difficulty of such imitations, I ought +in prudence to be silent; lest I resemble the dwarf, who brought with +him a standard to measure his own stature. I may, however, hint at the +difference, not always attended to, betwixt legendary poems and real +imitations of the old ballad; the reader will find specimens of both +in the modern part of this collection. The legendary poem, called +<i>Glenfinlas</i>, and the ballad, entituled the <i>Eve of St. +John</i>, were designed as examples of the difference betwixt these +two kinds of composition.</p> + +<p>It would have the appearance of personal vanity, were the editor to +detail the assistance and encouragement which he has received, during +his undertaking, from some of the first literary characters of our +age. The names of Stuart, Mackenzie, Ellis, Currie, and Ritson, with +many others, are talismans too powerful to be used, for bespeaking the +world's favour to a collection of old songs; even although a veteran +bard has remarked, "that both the great poet of Italian rhyme, +Petrarch, and our Chaucer, and other of the upper house of the muses, +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxviii" id="pagecxxxviii">[cxxxviii]</a></span> +have thought their canzons honoured in the title of a ballad." To my +ingenious friend, Dr. John Leyden, my readers will at once perceive +that I lie under extensive obligations, for the poetical pieces, with +which he has permitted me to decorate my compilation; but I am yet +farther indebted to him for his uniform assistance, in collecting and +arranging materials for the work.</p> + +<p>In the notes, and occasional dissertations, it has been my object +to throw together, perhaps without sufficient attention to method, +a variety of remarks, regarding popular superstitions, and legendary +history, which, if not now collected, must soon have been totally +forgotten. By such efforts, feeble as they are, I may contribute +somewhat to the history of my native country; the peculiar features +of whose manners and character are daily melting and dissolving into +those of her sister and ally. And, trivial as may appear such an +offering, to the manes of a kingdom, once proud and independent, I +hang it upon her altar with a mixture of feelings, which I shall not +attempt to describe.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxxxix" id="pagecxxxix">[cxxxix]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"—Hail, land of spearmen! seed of those who scorn'd</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To stoop the proud crest to Imperial Rome!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hail! dearest half of Albion, sea-wall'd!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hail! state unconquer'd by the fire of war,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Red war, that twenty ages round thee blaz'd!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To thee, for whom my purest raptures flow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kneeling with filial homage, I devote</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My life, my strength, my first and latest song."</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxl" id="pagecxl">[cxl]</a></span> +<a name="APPENDIX_No_I"></a><h2>APPENDIX. No. I.</h2> + +<p><b>LETTER +FROM +THE EARL OF SURREY, TO HENRY VIII. +GIVING AN ACCOUNT +OF THE STORM OF JEDBURGH.</b></p> + +<p><b><i>Cott. MSS. Calig</i>. B. III. fol. 29.</b></p> +<br /> + +<p>"Pleisith it your grace to be advertised, that upon Fridaye, at x a +clok at nyght, I retourned to this towne, and all the garnysons to +their places assigned, the bushopricke men, my Lorde of Westmoreland, +and my Lord Dacre, in likewise evry man home with their companys, +without los of any men, thanked be God; saving viii or x slayne, and +dyvers hurt, at skyrmyshis and saults of the town of Gedwurth, and the +forteressis, which towne is soo suerly brent, that no garnysons ner +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxli" id="pagecxli">[cxli]</a></span> +none other shal bee lodged there, unto the tyme it bee newe buylded; +the brennyng whereof I comytted to twoo sure men, Sir William +Bulmer, and Thomas Tempeste. The towne was moche bettir then I went +(<i>i.e.</i> ween'd) it had been, for there was twoo tymys moo houses +therein then in Berwike, and well buylded, with many honest and faire +houses therein, sufficiente to have lodged M horsemen in garnyson, and +six good towres therein; whiche towne and towres be clenely distroyed, +brent, and throwen downe. Undoubtedly there was noo journey made into +Scotland, in noo manys day leving, with soo fewe a nombre that is +recownted to be soo high an enterprice as this, bothe with thies +contremen, and Scottishmen, nor of truthe so moche hurt doon. But in +th' ende a great mysfortune ded fall, onely by foly, that such ordre, +as was commaunded by me to be kepte, was not observed, the maner +whereof hereaftir shall ensue. Bifore myn entre into Scotland, I +appointed Sir William Bulmer and Sir William Evers too be marshallis +of th' army; Sir William Bulmer for the vangard, and Sir William Evers +for the reregard. In the vangard I appointed my Lord of Westmoreland, +as chief, with all the bushopricke, Sir William Bulmer, Sir William +Evers, my Lord Dacre, with all his company; and with me remayned +all the rest of the garnysons, and the Northumberland men. I was of +counsaill with the marshallis at th' ordering of our lodgingg, and our +campe was soo well envirowned with ordynance, carts, and dikes, that +hard it was to entre or issue, but at certain places appointed for +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxii" id="pagecxlii">[cxlii]</a></span> +that purpos, and assigned the mooste commodious place of the saide +campe for my Lord Dacre company, next the water, and next my Lord of +Westmoreland. And at suche tyme as my Lord Dacre came into the fald, +I being at the sault of th' abby, whiche contynued unto twoo houres +within nyght, my seid Lord Dacre wold in nowise bee contente to ly +within the campe, whiche was made right sure, but lodged himself +without, wherewith, at my retourne, I was not contente, but then it +was to late to remove; the next daye I sente my seid Lorde Dacre to a +strong hold, called Fernherst, the lorde whereof was his mortal enemy; +and with hym, Sir Arthur Darcy, Sir Marmaduke Constable, with viii c. +of their men, one cortoute, and dyvers other good peces of ordynance +for the feld (the seid Fernherste stode marvelous strongly, within a +grete woode); the seid twoo knights with the moost parte of their men, +and Strickland, your grace servaunte, with my Kendall men, went into +the woode on fote, with th' ordynance, where the said Kendall men were +soo handled, that they found hardy men, that went noo foote back for +theym; the other two knightes were alsoo soo sharply assayled, that +they were enforced to call for moo of their men; and yet could not +bring the ordynance to the forteresse, unto the tyme my Lord Dacre, +with part of his horsemen, lighted on fote; and marvelously hardly +handled himself, and fynally, with long skirmyshing, and moche +difficultie, gat forthe th' ordynance within the howse and threwe +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxliii" id="pagecxliii">[cxliii]</a></span> +downe the same. At which skyrmyshe, my seid Lord Dacre, and his +brother, Sir Cristofer, Sir Arthure, and Sir Marmaduke, and many other +gentilmen, did marvellously hardly; and found the best resistence +that hath been seen with my comyng to their parties, and above xxxii +Scottis sleyne, and not passing iiij Englishmen, but above lx hurt. +Aftir that, my seid lord retournyng to the campe, wold in nowise bee +lodged in the same, but where he laye the furst nyght. And he being +with me at souper, about viij a clok, the horses of his company brak +lowse, and sodenly ran out of his feld, in such nombre, that it caused +a marvellous alarome in our feld; and our standing watche being set, +the horses cam ronnyng along the campe, at whome were shot above one +hundred shief of arrowes, and dyvers gonnys, thinking they had been +Scotts, that wold have saulted the campe; fynally the horses were soo +madde, that they ran like wild dere into the feld; above xv c. at the +leest, in dyvers companys, and, in one place, above I felle downe +a gret rok, and slewe theymself, and above ij c. ran into the towne +being on fire, and by the women taken, and carried awaye right evill +brent, and many were taken agayne. But, fynally, by that I can esteme +by the nombre of theym that I sawe goo on foote the next daye, I think +thare is lost above viij c. horses, and all with foly for lak of +not lying within the camp. I dare not write the wondres that my Lord +Dacre, and all his company, doo saye they sawe that nyght, vj. tymys +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxliv" id="pagecxliv">[cxliv]</a></span> +of spirits and fereful sights. And unyversally all their company +saye playnly, the devill was that nyght among theym vi tymys; whiche +mysfortune hath blemyshed the best journey that was made in Scotland +many yeres. I assure your grace I found the Scottes, at this tyme, the +boldest men, and the hotest, that ever I sawe any nation, and all +the journey, upon all parts of th' army, kepte us with soo contynuall +skyrmyshe, that I never sawe the like. If they myght assemble xl M as +good men as I nowe sawe, xv c or ij M, it wold bee a hard encountre to +mete theym. Pitie it is of my Lord Dacres losse of the horses of his +company; he brought with hym above iiij M. men, and came and lodged +one night in Scotland, in his moost mortal enemy's centre. There is +noo herdyer, ner bettir knyght, but often tyme he doth not use the +most sure order, which he hath nowe payed derely for. Written at +Berwike the xxvij of September.</p> + +<p>Your most bownden,</p> + +<p>T. SURREY.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxlv" id="pagecxlv">[cxlv]</a></span> +<a name="APPENDIX_No_II"></a><h2>APPENDIX, No. II.</h2> + +<h4>HISTORY OF GEORDIE BOURNE.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>In the following passages, extracted from the memoirs of Sir Robert +Carey, then deputy of his father, Lord Hunsdon, warden of the east +marches, afterwards Earl of Monmouth, the reader will find a lively +illustration of the sketch given of border manners in the preceding +Introduction.</p> + +<p>"Having thus ended with my brother, I then beganne to thinke of the +charge I had taken upon mee, which was the government of the east +march, in my father's absence. I wrote to Sir Robert Kerr<a name="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68"><sup>[68]</sup></a>, who was +my opposite warden, a brave active young man, and desired him that hee +would appoint a day, when hee and myselfe might privately meet in +some part of the border, to take some good order for the quieting the +borders, till my retourne from London, which journey I was shortly of +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxlvi" id="pagecxlvi">[cxlvi]</a></span> +necessity to take. Hee stayed my man all night, and wrote to mee back, +that hee was glad to have the happinesse to be acquainted with mee, +and did not doubt but the country would be better governed by our good +agreements. I wrote to him on the Monday, and the Thursday after hee +appointed the place and hour of meeting.</p> + +<p>"After hee had filled my man with drinke, and putt him to bed, hee, +and some halfe a score with him, gott to horse, and came into England +to a little village. There hee broke up a house, and tooke out a poore +fellow, who (hee pretended) had done him some wrong, and before the +doore cruelly murthered him, and so came quietly home, and went to +bed. The next morning hee delivered my man a letter in answer to mine, +and retourned him to mee. It pleased mee well at the reading of his +kinde letter; but when I heard what a <i>brave</i> hee had put upon +mee, I quickly resolved what to do, which was, never to have to do +with him, till I was righted for the greate wrong hee had done mee. +Upon this resolution, the day I should have mett with him I tooke +post, and with all the haste I could, rode to London, leaving him to +attend my coming to him as was appointed. There hee stayed from +one till five, but heard no news of mee. Finding by this that I had +neglected him, hee retourned home to his house, and so things rested +(with greate dislike the one of the other) till I came back, which was +with all the speede I could, my businesse being ended. The first thing +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxlvii" id="pagecxlvii">[cxlvii]</a></span> +I did after my retourne, was to ask justice for the wrong hee had done +mee; but I could gett none. The borderers, seeing our disagreement, +they thought the time wished for of them was come. The winter being +beganne, their was roades made out of Scotland into the east march, +and goods were taken three or foure times a weeke. I had no other +meanes left to quiet them, but still sent out of the garrison horsemen +of Berwick, to watch in the fittest places for them, and it was their +good hap many times to light upon them, with the stolen goods driving +before them. They were no sooner brought before mee, but a jury went +upon them, and, being found guilty, they were frequently hanged: +a course which hath been seldom used, but I had no way to keep the +country quiet but to do so; for, when the Scotch theeves found what a +sharp course I tooke with them, that were found with the bloody hand, +I had in a short time the country more quiet. All this while wee were +but in jest as it were, but now beganne the greate quarrell betweene +us.</p> + +<p>"There was a favorite of his, a greate theife, called Geordie Bourne. +This gallant, with some of his associates would, in a bravery, +come and take goods in the east march. I had that night some of the +garrison abroad. They met with this Geordie and his fellowes, driving +of cattle before them. The garrison set upon them, and with a shott +killed Geordie Bourne's unckle, and hee himselfe bravely resisting +till he was sore hurt in the head, was taken. After hee was taken, his +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxlviii" id="pagecxlviii">[cxlviii]</a></span> +pride was such, as hee asked, who it was that durst avow that nightes +worke? but when hee heard it was the garrison, he was then more +quiet. But so powerfull and awfull was this Sir Robert Kerr, and his +favourites, as there was not a gentleman in all the east march that +durst offend them. Presently after hee was taken, I had most of the +gentlemen of the march come to mee, and told mee, that now I had the +ball at my foote, and might bring Sir Robert Kerr to what conditions I +pleased; for that this man's life was so neere and deare unto him, as +I should have all that my heart could desire, for the good and quiet +of the country and myselfe, if upon any condition I would give him his +life. I heard them and their reasons; notwithstanding, I called a jury +the next morning, and hee was found guilty of MARCH TREASON. Then they +feared that I would cause him to be executed that afternoone, which +made them come flocking to mee, humbly entreating mee, that I would +spare his life till the next day, and if Sir Robert Kerr came not +himselfe to mee, and made mee not such proffers, as I could not but +accept, that then I should do with him what I pleased. And further, +they told mee plainly, that if I should execute him, before I had +heard from Sir Robert Kerr, they must be forced to quitt their houses +and fly the country; for his fury would be such, against mee and the +march I commanded, as hee would use all his power and strength to the +utter destruction of the east march. They were so earnest with mee, +that I gave them my word hee should not dye that day. There was +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecxlix" id="pagecxlix">[cxlix]</a></span> +post upon post sent to Sir Robert Kerr, and some of them rode to him +themselves, to advertise him in what danger Geordie Bourne was; how he +was condemned, and should have been executed that afternoone, but, by +their humble suite, I gave them my word, that he should not dye that +day; and therefore besought him, that hee would send to mee, with all +the speede hee could, to let mee know, that hee would be the next day +with mee to offer mee good conditions for the safety of his life. When +all things were quiet, and the watch set at night, after supper, about +ten of the clock, I tooke one of my men's liveryes, and putt it about +mee, and tooke two other of my servants with mee in their liveryes, +and we three, as the warden's men, came to the provost marshall's, +where Bourne was, and were lett into his chamber. Wee sate down by +him, and told him, that wee were desirous to see him, because wee +heard hee was stoute and valiant, and true to his friend; and that +wee were sorry our master could not be moved to save his life. He +voluntarily of himselfe said, that hee had lived long enough to do +so many villainies as hee had done; and withal told us, that hee had +layne with about forty men's wives, what in England, what in Scotland; +and that hee had killed seven Englishmen with his own hands, cruelly +murthering them: that hee had spent his whole time in whoreing, +drinking, stealing, and taking deep revenge for slight offences. +Hee seemed to be very penitent, and much desired a minister for the +comfort of his soule. Wee promised him to lett our master know his +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecl" id="pagecl">[cl]</a></span> +desire, who, wee knew, would presently grant it. Wee tooke our leaves +of him, and presently I tooke order, that Mr. Selby, a very worthy +honest preacher, should go to him, and not stirre from him till his +execution the next morning; for, after I had heard his own confession, +I was resolved no conditions should save his life: and so tooke order, +that at the gates opening the next morning, hee should be carried to +execution, which accordingly was performed. The next morning I had one +from Sir Robert Kerr for a parley, who was within two miles staying +for mee. I sent him word, "I would meet him where hee pleased, but I +would first know upon what termes and conditions." Before his man was +retourned, hee had heard, that in the morning, very early, Geordie +Bourne had been executed. Many vowes hee made of cruell revenge, +and retourned home full of griefe and disdaine, and, from that time +forward still plotted revenge. Hee knew the gentlemen of the country +were altogether sacklesse, and to make open road upon the march would +but shew his malice, and lay him open to the punishment due to such +offences. But his practice was how to be revenged on mee, or some of +mine.</p> + +<p>"It was not long after that my brother and I had intelligence, that +there was a great match made at footeball and the chiefe ryders were +to be there. The place they were to meet at was Kelsy, and that day, +wee heard it, was the day for the meeting. Wee presently called a +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecli" id="pagecli">[cli]</a></span> +counsaile, and after much dispute it was concluded, that the likeliest +place hee was to come to, was to kill the scoutes. And it was the more +suspected, for that my brother, before my coming to the office, for +the cattaile stolne out of the bounds, and as it were from under the +walles of Barwicke, being refused justice (upon his complaint,) or at +least delaid, sent off the garrison into Liddisdale, and killed there +the chiefe offender, which had done the wrong.</p> + +<p>"Upon this conclusion, there was order taken, that both horse and +foote should lye in ambush, in diverse parts of the boundes, to defend +the scoutes, and to give a sound blow to Sir Robert and his company. +Before the horse and foote were sett out with directions what to +do, it was almost darke night, and the gates ready to be lockt. Wee +parted, and as I was by myselfe comeing to my house, God put it into +my mind, that it might well be, hee meant destruction to my men, +that I had sent out to gather tithes for mee at Norham, and their +rendezvous was every night to lye and sup at an ale-house in Norham. +I presently caused my page to take horse, and to ride as fast as his +horse could carry him, and to command my servants (which were in all +eight) that, presently upon his coming to them, they should all change +their lodging, and go streight to the castle, there to lye that night +in strawe and hay. Some of them were unwilling thereto, but durst +not disobey; so altogether left their ale-house, and retired to the +castle. They had not well settled themeselves to sleep, but they +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclii" id="pageclii">[clii]</a></span> +heard in the town a great alarm; for Sir Robert and his company came +streight to the ale-house, broke open the doors, and made enquiry for +my servants. They were answered, that by my command they were all in +the castle. After they had searched all the house, and found none, +they feared they were betrayed, and, with all the speede they could, +made haste homewards again. Thus God blessed me from this bloody +tragedy.</p> + +<p>"All the whole march expected nightly some hurt to be done; but God so +blessed mee and the government I held, as, for all his fury, hee never +drew drop of blood in all my march, neither durst his theeves trouble +it much with stealing, for fear of hanging, if they were taken. Thus +wee continued a yeare, and then God sent a meanes to bring thinges to +better quiet by this occasion.</p> + +<p>"There had been commissioners in Barwicke, chosen by the queene and +king of Scottes, for the better quieting of our borders. By their +industry they found a great number of malefactors guilty, both in +England and Scotland; and they tooke order, that the officers of +Scotland should deliver such offenders, as were found guilty in their +jurisdictions, to the opposite officers in England, to be detained +prisoners, till they had made satisfaction for the goods they had +taken out of England. The like order was taken with the wardens of +England, and days prefixed for the delivery of them all. And in case +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecliii" id="pagecliii">[cliii]</a></span> +any of the officers, on either side, should omit their duties, in not +delivering the prisoners at the dayes and places appointed, that then +there should a course be taken by the soveraignes, that what chiefe +officer soever should offend herein, he himself should be delivered +and detained, till he had made good what the commissioners had agreed +upon.</p> + +<p>"The English officers did punctually, at the day and place, deliver +their prisoners, and so did most of the officers of Scotland; only +the Lord of Bocleuch and Sir Robert Kerr were faultie. They were +complained of, and new dayes appointed for the delivery of their +prisoners. Bocleuch was the first, that should deliver; and hee +failing entered himselfe prisoner into Barwicke, there to remaine till +those officers under his charge were delivered to free him. He +chose for his guardian Sir William Selby, master of the ordinance at +Barwicke. When Sir Robert Kerr's day of delivery came, he failed too, +and my Lord Hume, by the king's command, was to deliver him prisoner +into Barwicke upon the like termes, which was performed. Sir Robert +Kerr (contrary to all men's expectation) chose mee for his guardian, +and home I brought him to my own house, after hee was delivered to +mee. I lodged him as well as I could, and tooke order for his diet, +and men to attend on him, and sent him word, that (although by his +harsh carriage towards mee, ever since I had that charge, he could +not expect any favour, yet) hearing so much goodness of him, that hee +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagecliv" id="pagecliv">[cxliv]</a></span> +never broke his word, if hee should give mee his hand and credit to be +a true prisoner, hee would have no guard sett upon him, but have free +liberty for his friends in Scotland to have ingresse and regresse to +him as oft as hee pleased. He tooke this very kindly at my handes, +accepted of my offer, and sent me thankes.</p> + +<p>"Some four dayes passed; all which time his friends came into him, and +hee kept his chamber. Then hee sent to mee, and desired mee, I would +come and speake with him, which I did; and after long discourse, +charging and re-charging one another with wrong and injuries, at +last, before our parting, wee became good friends, with greate +protestations, on his side, never to give mee occasion of unkindnesse +again. After our reconciliation hee kept his chamber no longer, but +dined and supt with mee. I tooke him abroad with mee at the least +thrice a weeke, a hunting, and every day wee grew better friends. +Bocleuch, in a few dayes after, had his pledges delivered, and was +set at liberty. But Sir Robert Kerr could not get his, so that I was +commanded to carry him to Yorke, and there to deliver him prisoner to +the archbishop, which accordingly I did. At our parting, he professed +greate love unto mee for the kinde usage I had shewn him, and that I +would find the effects of it upon his delivery, which hee hoped would +be shortly.</p> + +<p>"Thus wee parted; and, not long after, his pledges were gott, and +brought to Yorke, and hee sett at liberty. After his retourne home, +I found him as good as his word. Wee met oft at dayes of truce, and I +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclv" id="pageclv">[clv]</a></span> +had as good justice as I could desire; and so wee continued very kinde +and good friends, all the time that I stayed in that march, which was +not long."</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclvi" id="pageclvi">[clvi]</a></span> +<a name="APPENDIX_No_III"></a><h2>APPENDIX, No. III.</h2> + +<h4>MAITLAND'S COMPLAYNT AGANIS THE THIEVIS OF LIDDISDAIL, +FROM PINKERTON'S EDITION, COLLATED WITH A MS. OF MAITLAND'S POEMS, IN +THE LIBRARY OF EDINBURGH COLLEGE.</h4> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Liddisdail the commoun theifis</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sa peartlie steillis now and reifis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nane may keip</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Horse, nolt, nor scheip,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yett dar sleip</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For their mischeifis.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclvii" id="pageclvii">[clvii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay plainly throw the country rydis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow the mekil devil thame gydis!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhair they onsett,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ay in thair gaitt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair is na yet</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor dor, thame bydis.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay leif rich nocht, quhair ever thay ga;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair can na thing be hid thame fra;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For gif men wald</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair housis hald,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than waxe thay bald,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To burne and slay.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay thiefs have neirhand herreit hail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ettricke forest and Lawderdaill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now are they gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Lawthiane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And spairis nane</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That thay will waill.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay landis ar with stouth sa socht,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To extreame povertye ar broucht,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay wicked schrowis</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has laid the plowis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nane or few is</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That are left oucht.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclviii" id="pageclviii">[clviii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot commoun taking of blak mail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay that had flesche, and breid and aill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now are sa wrakit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made bair and nakit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fane to be slaikit</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With watter caill.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay theifs that steillis and tursis hame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ilk ane of them has ane to-name<a name="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69"><sup>[69]</sup></a>;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will of the Lawis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hab of the Schawis:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mak bair wawis</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay thinke na schame.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay spuilye puir men of their pakis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay leif them nocht on bed nor bakis;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith hen and cok,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With reil and rok,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lairdis Jok,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All with him takis.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclix" id="pageclix">[clix]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thay leif not spindell, spoone, nor speit;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bed, boster, blanket, sark, nor scheit;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Johne of the Parke</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ryps kist and ark;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For all sic wark</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He is richt meit.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He is weil kend, John of the Syde;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A greater theif did never ryde.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never tyris</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to brek byris:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ouir muir and myris</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ouir gude ane gyde.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair is ane, callet Clement's Hob,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fra ilk puir wyfe reifis the wob,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all the lave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhatever they haife,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The devil recave</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thairfoir his gob.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To sic grit stouth quha eir wald trow it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot gif some great man it allowit</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rycht sair I trow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thocht it be rew:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair is sa few</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That dar avow it.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclx" id="pageclx">[clx]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of sum great men they have sic gait,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That redy are thame to debait,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And will up weir</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair stolen geir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nane dare steir</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thame air nor late.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhat causis theifis us ourgang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot want of justice us amang?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nane takis cair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thocht all for fear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Na man will spair</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now to do wrang.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of stouth thocht now thay come gude speid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nother of men nor God has dreid;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet, or I die,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sum sail thame sie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hing on a trie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhill thay be deid—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Quo</i>' Sir R.M. <i>of</i> Lethington, <i>knicht</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxi" id="pageclxi">[clxi]</a></span> +<a name="APPENDIX_No_IV"></a><h2>APPENDIX, No. IV.</h2> + +<h4>BOND OF ALLIANCE, +OR +FEUD STAUNCHING, +BETWIXT THE CLANS OF SCOTT AND KER.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>The battle of Melrose (see Introduction, p. xvii.) occasioned a deadly +feud betwixt the name of Scott and Ker. The following indenture was +designed to reconcile their quarrel. But the alliance, if it ever took +effect, was not of long duration; for the feud again broke out about +1553, when Sir Walter Scott was slain by the Kers, in the streets of +Edinburgh.</p> + +<p>"Thir indentures, made at Ancrum the 16th of March, 1529 years, +contains, proports, and bears leil and suithfast witnessing. That it +is appointed, agreed, and finally accorded betwixt honourable men; +that is to say, Walter Ker of Cessford, Andrew Ker of Fairnieherst, +Mark Ker of Dolphinston, George Kerr, tutor of Cessford, and Andrew +Ker of Primesideloch, for themselves, kin, friends, mentenants, +assisters, allies, adherents, and partakers, on the one part; and +Walter Scot of Branxholm, knight, Robert Scot of Allanhaugh, Robert +Scot, tutor of Howpaisly, John Scot of Roberton, and Walter Scot of +Stirkshaws, for themselves, their kin, friends, mentenants, servants, +assisters, and adherents, on the other part; in manner, form, and +effect, as after follows: For staunching all discord and variance +betwixt them, and for furth-bearing of the king's authority, and +punishing trespasses, and for amending all slaughters, heritages, and +steedings, and all other pleas concerning thereto, either of these +parties to others, and for unité, friendship, and concord, to be had +in time coming 'twixt them, of our sovereign lord's special command: +that is to say, either of the said parties, be the tenor hereof, +remits and forgives to others the rancour, hatred, and malice of their +hearts; and the said Walter Scot of Branxholm shall gang, or cause +gang, at the will of the party, to the four head pilgrimages of +Scotland, and shall say a mass for the souls of umquhile Andrew Ker +of Cessford, and them that were slain in his company, in the field +of Melrose; and, upon his expence, shall cause a chaplain say a mass +daily, when he is disposed, in what place the said Walter Ker and his +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxii" id="pageclxii">[clxii]</a></span> +friends pleases, for the well of the said souls, for the space of five +years next to come.—Mark Ker of Dolphinston, Andrew Kerr of Graden, +shall gang, at the will of the party, to the four head pilgrimages +of Scotland, and shall gar say a mass for the souls of umquhile James +Scot of Eskirk, and other Scots, their friends, slain in the field +of Melrose; and, upon their expence, shall gar a chaplain say a mass +daily, when he is disposed, for the heal of their souls, where the +said Walter Scot and his friends pleases, for the space of three years +next to come: and the said Walter Scot of Branxholm shall marry his +son and heir upon one of the said Walter Ker his sisters; he paying, +therefor, a competent portion to the said Walter Ker and his heir, at +the sight of the friends of baith parties. And also, baith the saids +parties bind and oblige them, be the faith and truth of their bodies, +that they abide at the decreet and deliverance of the six men chosen +arbiters, anent all other matters, quarrels, actiones, and debates, +whilk either of them likes to propone against others betwixt the saids +parties: and also the six arbiters are bound and obliged to decreet +and deliver, and give forth their deliverance thereuntil, within +year and day after the date hereof.—And attour, either of the saids +parties bind and oblige them, be the faith and truth of their bodies, +ilk ane to others, that they shall be leil and true to others, and +neither of them will another's skaith, but they shall let it at their +power, and give to others their best counsel, and it be asked; and +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxiii" id="pageclxiii">[clxiii]</a></span> +shall take leil and aeffald part ilk ane with others, with their kin, +friends, servants, allies, and partakers, in all and sundry their +actions, quarrels, and debates, against all that live and die (may the +allegiance of our sovereign lord the king allenarly be excepted).—And +for the obliging and keeping all thir premises above written, baith +the saids parties are bound and obliged, ilk ane to others, be the +faith and truth of their bodies, but fraud or guile, under the pain +of perjury, men-swearing, defalcation, and breaking of the bond of +deadly. And, in witness of the whilk, ilk ane to the procuratory of +this indenture remain with the said Walter Scot and his friends, the +said Walter Ker of Cessford has affixed his proper seal, with his +subscription manual, and with the subscription of the said Andrew +Ker of Fairnieherst, Mark Ker of Dolphinston, George Ker, tutor of +Cessford, and Andrew Ker of Primesideloch, before these witnesses, Mr. +Andrew Drurie, abbot of Melrose, and George Douglas of Boonjedward, +John Riddel of that ilk, and William Stewart.</p> + +<p><i>Sic Subscribitur</i>,</p> + +<p>WALTER KER of Cessford.</p> + +<p>ANDREW KER of Fairnieherst.</p> + +<p>MARK KER.</p> + +<p>GEORGE KER.</p> + +<p>ANDREW KER of Primesideloch."</p> + +<p>N.B. The four pilgrimages are Scoon, Dundee, Paisley, and Melrose.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxiv" id="pageclxiv">[clxiv]</a></span> +<a name="APPENDIX_No_V"></a><h2>APPENDIX, No. V.</h2> + +<h4>ANE INTERLUDE +OF THE LAYING OF A GAIST.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>This burlesque poem is preserved in the Bannatyne MSS. It is in the +same strain with the verses concerning the <i>Gyre Carline</i> (Vol. +II.) As the mention of <i>Bettokis Bowr</i> occurs in both pieces, +and as the scene of both is laid in East Lothian, they are perhaps +composed by the same author. The humour of these fragments seems to +have been directed against the superstitions of Rome; but it is +now become very obscure. Nevertheless, the verses are worthy of +preservation, for the sake of the ancient language and allusions.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Listen lordis, I sall you tell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Off ane very grit marvell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Off Lord Fergussis gaist,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How meikle Sir Andro it chest,</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxv" id="pageclxv">[clxv]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto Beittokis bour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The silly sawle to succour:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he hes writtin unto me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Auld storeis for to se,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gif it appinis him to meit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How he sall conjure the spreit:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I haif red mony quars,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bath the Donet, and Dominus que pars,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ryme maid, and als redene,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith Inglis and Latene:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ane story haif I to reid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Passes Bonitatem in the creid.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To conjure the litill gaist he mon haif</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of tod's tails ten thraif,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kast the grit holy water</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With pater noster, pitter patter;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ye man sit in a compas,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cry, Harbert tuthless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drag thow, and ye's draw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sit thair quhill cok craw.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The compas mon hallowit be</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With aspergis me Domine;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The haly writ schawis als</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair man be hung about your bals</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pricket in ane woll poik</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of neis powder ane grit loik.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thir thingis mon ye beir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brynt in ane doggis eir,</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxvi" id="pageclxvi">[clxvi]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ane pluck, ane pindill, and ane palme cors,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thre tuskis of ane awld hors,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of ane yallow wob the warp,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The boddome of ane awld herp,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The held of ane cuttit reill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The band of an awld quheill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The taill of ane yeild sow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ane bait of blew wow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ane botene, and ane brechame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ane quhorle made of lame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To luke out at the litill boir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cry, Crystis crosse, you befoir:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And quhen ye see the litill gaist,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cumand to you in all haist,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cry loud, Cryste eleisone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And speir quhat law it levis on?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gif it sayis on Godis ley,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than to the litill gaist ye say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With braid benedicite;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—"Litill gaist, I conjure the,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With lierie and larie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bayth fra God, and Sanct Marie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">First with ane fischis mouth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And syne with ane sowlis towth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With ten pertane tais,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nyne knokis of windil strais,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With thre heidis of curle doddy."—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bid the gaist turn in a boddy.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxvii" id="pageclxvii">[clxvii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then efter this conjuratioun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The litill gaist will fall in soun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thair efter down ly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cryand mercy petously;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than with your left heil sane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it will nevir cum agane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As meikle as a mige amaist.<a name="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70"><sup>[70]</sup></a></span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He had a litill we leg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it wes cant as any cleg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It wes wynd in ane wynden schet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baythe the handis and the feit:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Suppose this gaist wes litill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yit it stal Godis quhitell;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It stal fra peteous Abrahame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ane quhorle and ane quhim quhame;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It stal fra ye carle of ye mone</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ane payr of awld yin schone;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It rane to Pencatelane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wirreit ane awld chaplane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This litill gaist did na mair ill</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot clok lyk a corn mill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it wald play and hop,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the heid ane stre strop;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it wald sing and it wald dance,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oure fute, and Orliance.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxviii" id="pageclxviii">[clxviii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quha conjurit the litill gaist say ye?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nane bot the litill Spenzie fle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That with hir wit and her ingyne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gart the gaist leif agane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sune mareit the gaist the fle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And croun'd him King of Kandelie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they gat them betwene,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Orpheus king, and Elpha quene.<a name="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71"><sup>[71]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To reid quha will this gentill geist,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye hard it not at Cockilby's feist.<a name="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72"><sup>[72]</sup></a></span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxix" id="pageclxix">[clxix]</a></span> +<a name="APPENDIX_No_VI"></a><h2>APPENDIX, No. VI.</h2> + +<h4>SUPPLEMENTAL STANZAS +TO COLLINS'S ODE +ON +THE SUPERSTITIONS OF THE HIGHLANDS.</h4> + +<h4>BY</h4> + +<h4>WILLIAM ERSKINE, ESQ. +ADVOCATE.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>The editor embraces this opportunity of presenting the reader with +the following stanzas, intended to commemorate some striking Scottish +superstitions, omitted by Collins in his ode upon that subject; and +which, if the editor can judge with impartiality of the production +of a valued friend, will be found worthy of the sublime original. +The reader must observe, that these verses form a continuation of the +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxx" id="pageclxx">[clxx]</a></span> +address, by Collins, to the author of <i>Douglas</i>, exhorting him to +celebrate the traditions of Scotland. They were first published in the +<i>Edinburgh Magazine</i>, for April, 1788.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy muse may tell, how, when at evening's close,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To meet her love beneath the twilight shade,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er many a broom-clad brae and heathy glade,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In merry mood the village maiden goes;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There, on a streamlet's margin as she lies,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Chaunting some carol till her swain appears,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With visage deadly pale, in pensive guise,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beneath a wither'd fir his form he rears!<a name="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73"><sup>[73]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shrieking and sad, she bends her irie flight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, mid dire heaths, where flits the taper blue,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The whilst the moon sheds dim a sickly light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The airy funeral meets her blasted view!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, trembling, weak, she gains her cottage low,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where magpies scatter notes of presage wide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some one shall tell, while tears in torrents flow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That, just when twilight dimm'd the green hill's side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Far in his lonely sheil her hapless shepherd died.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxxi" id="pageclxxi">[clxxi]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let these sad strains to lighter sounds give place!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bid thy brisk viol warble measures gay!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For see! recall'd by thy resistless lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Once more the Brownie shews his honest face.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hail, from thy wanderings long, my much lov'd sprite!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou friend, thou lover of the lowly, hail!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell, in what realms thou sport'st thy merry night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Trail'st the long mop, or whirl'st the mimic flail.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where dost thou deck the much-disordered hall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While the tired damsel in Elysium sleeps,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With early voice to drowsy workman call,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or lull the dame, while mirth his vigils keeps?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twas thus in Caledonia's domes, 'tis said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou ply'dst the kindly task in years of yore:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At last, in luckless hour, some erring maid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Spread in thy nightly cell of viands store:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ne'er was thy form beheld among their mountains more.<a name="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74"><sup>[74]</sup></a></span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then wake (for well thou can'st) that wond'rous lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How, while around the thoughtless matrons sleep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soft o'er the floor the treacherous fairies creep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bear the smiling infant far away:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How starts the nurse, when, for her lovely child,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She sees at dawn a gaping idiot stare!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O snatch the innocent from demons vilde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And save the parents fond from fell despair!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pageclxxii" id="pageclxxii">[clxxii]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In a deep cave the trusty menials wait,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When from their hilly dens, at midnight's hour,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forth rush the airy elves in mimic state,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And o'er the moon-light heath with swiftness scour:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In glittering arms the little horsemen shine;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Last, on a milk-white steed, with targe of gold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A fay of might appears, whose arms entwine</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lost, lamented child! the shepherds bold<a name="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75"><sup>[75]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The unconscious infant tear from his unhallowed hold.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page1" id="page1">[1]</a></span> +<a name="MINSTRELSY"></a><h1>MINSTRELSY<br /> +OF THE<br /> +SCOTTISH BORDER.</h1> +<br /> + +<h2>PART FIRST.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<a name="HISTORICAL_BALLADS"></a><h2><i>HISTORICAL BALLADS</i>.</h2> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page2" id="page2">[2]</a></span><br /> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page3" id="page3">[3]</a></span> +<a name="SIR_PATRICK_SPENS"></a><h2>SIR PATRICK SPENS.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>One edition of the present ballad is well known; having appeared in +the <i>Reliques of Ancient Poetry</i>, and having been inserted in +almost every subsequent collection of Scottish songs. But it seems +to have occurred to no editor, that a more complete copy of the song +might be procured. That, with which the public is now presented, is +taken from two MS. copies,<a name="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76"><sup>[76]</sup></a> collated with several verses recited by +the editor's friend, Robert Hamilton, Esq. advocate, being the 16th, +and the four which follow. But, even with the assistance of the +common copy, the ballad seems still to be a fragment. The cause of +Sir Patrick Spens' voyage is, however, pointed out distinctly; and it +shews, that the song has claim to high antiquity, as referring to a +very remote period in Scottish history.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page4" id="page4">[4]</a></span> +<p>Alexander III. of Scotland died in 1285; and, for the misfortune +of his country, as well as his own, he had been bereaved of all his +children before his decease. The crown of Scotland descended upon his +grand-daughter, Margaret, termed, by our historians, the <i>Maid of +Norway</i>. She was the only offspring of a marriage betwixt Eric, +king of Norway, and Margaret, daughter of Alexander III. The kingdom +had been secured to her by the parliament of Scotland, held at Scone, +the year preceding her grandfather's death. The regency of Scotland +entered into a congress with the ministers of the king of Norway and +with those of England, for the establishment of good order in +the kingdom of the infant princess. Shortly afterwards, Edward I. +conceived the idea of matching his eldest son, Edward, Prince of +Wales, with the young queen of Scotland. The plan was eagerly embraced +by the Scottish nobles; for, at that time, there was little of the +national animosity, which afterwards blazed betwixt the countries, +and they patriotically looked forward to the important advantage, of +uniting the island of Britain into one kingdom. But Eric of Norway +seems to have been unwilling to deliver up his daughter; and, while +the negociations were thus protracted, the death of the Maid of Norway +effectually crushed a scheme, the consequences of which might have +been, that the distinction betwixt England and Scotland would, in our +day, have been as obscure and uninteresting as that of the realms of +the heptarchy.—<i>Hailes' Annals. Fordun, &c.</i></p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page5" id="page5">[5]</a></span> +<p>The unfortunate voyage of Sir Patrick Spens may really have taken +place, for the purpose of bringing back the Maid of Norway to her own +kingdom; a purpose, which was probably defeated by the jealousy of the +Norwegians, and the reluctance of King Eric. I find no traces of +the disaster in Scottish history; but, when we consider the meagre +materials, whence Scottish history is drawn, this is no conclusive +argument against the truth of the tradition. That a Scottish vessel, +sent upon such an embassy, must, as represented in the ballad, have +been freighted with the noblest youth in the kingdom, is sufficiently +probable; and, having been delayed in Norway, till the tempestuous +season was come on, its fate can be no matter of surprise. The +ambassadors, finally sent by the Scottish nation to receive their +queen, were Sir David Wemyss, of Wemyss, and Sir Michael Scot of +Balwearie; the same, whose knowledge, surpassing that of his age, +procured him the reputation of a wizard. But, perhaps, the expedition +of Sir Patrick Spens was previous to their embassy. The introduction +of the king into the ballad seems a deviation from history; unless +we suppose, that Alexander was, before his death, desirous to see his +grand-child and heir.</p> + +<p>The Scottish monarchs were much addicted to "sit in Dumfermline town," +previous to the accession of the Bruce dynasty. It was a favourite +abode of Alexander himself, who was killed by a fall from his horse, +in the vicinity, and was buried in the abbey of Dumfermline.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page6" id="page6">[6]</a></span> +<p>There is a beautiful German translation of this ballad, as it appeared +in the <i>Reliques</i>, in the Volk-Lieder of Professor Herder; an +elegant work, in which it is only to be regretted, that the actual +popular songs of the Germans form so trifling a proportion.</p> + +<p>The tune of Mr. Hamilton's copy of <i>Sir Patrick Spens</i> is +different from that, to which the words are commonly sung; being less +plaintive, and having a bold nautical turn in the close.</p> + +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page7" id="page7">[7]</a></span> +<br /> +<h3>SIR PATRICK SPENS.</h3> + + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king sits in Dumfermline town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drinking the blude-red wine;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O<a name="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77"><sup>[77]</sup></a> whare will I get a skeely skippe<a name="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78"><sup>[78]</sup></a>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To sail this new ship of mine?"</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O up and spake an eldern knight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sat at the king's right knee,—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That ever sail'd the sea."</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our king has written a braid letter.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And seal'd it with his hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was walking on the strand.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To Noroway, to Noroway,</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="8" id="page8">[8]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To Noroway o'er the faem;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The king's daughter of Noroway,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"'Tis thou maun bring her hame."</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The first word that Sir Patrick read,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae loud loud laughed he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The neist word that Sir Patrick read,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tear blinded his e'e.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O wha is this has done this deed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And tauld the king o' me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To send us out, at this time of the year,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To sail upon the sea?</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Our ship must sail the faem;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The king's daughter of Noroway,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"'Tis we must fetch her hame,"</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a' the speed they may;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hae landed in Noroway,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon a Wodensday.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page9" id="page9">[9]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hadna been a week, a week,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Noroway, but twae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When that the lords o' Noroway</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Began aloud to say,—</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And a' our queenis fee."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fu' loud I hear ye lie."</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For I brought as much white monie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"As gane<a name="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79"><sup>[79]</sup></a> my men and me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I brought a half-fou<a name="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80"><sup>[80]</sup></a> o' gude red goud,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Out o'er the sea wi' me."</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Make ready, make ready, my merrymen a'!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Our gude ship sails the morn."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, ever alake, my master dear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I fear a deadly storm!</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I saw the new moon, late yestreen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wi' the auld moon in her arm;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And if we gang to sea, master,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I fear we'll come to harm."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page10" id="page10">[10]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hadna sailed a league, a league,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A league but barely three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the lift grew dark, and the wind blew loud,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gurly grew the sea.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The ankers brak, and the topmasts lap,<a name="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81"><sup>[81]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was sik a deadly storm;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the waves came o'er the broken ship,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till a' her sides were torn.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O where will I get a gude sailor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To take my helm in hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Till I get up to the tall top-mast,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To see if I can spy land?"</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O here am I, a sailor gude,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To take the helm in hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Till you go up to the tall top-mast;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But I fear you'll ne'er spy land."</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hadna' gane a step, a step,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A step, but barely ane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When a bout flew out of our goodly ship,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the salt sea it came in.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page11" id="page11">[11]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gae, fetch a web o' the silken claith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Another o' the twine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And wap them into our ship's side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And let na the sea come in."</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They fetched a web o' the silken claith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Another of the twine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they wapped them round that gude ship's side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But still the sea came in.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O laith, laith, were our gude Scots lords</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To weet their cork-heel'd shoon!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But lang or a' the play was play'd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They wat their hats aboon.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mony was the feather-bed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That flattered<a name="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82"><sup>[82]</sup></a> on the faem;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mony was the gude lord's son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That never mair cam hame.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page12" id="page12">[12]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The ladyes wrang their fingers white,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The maidens tore their hair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' for the sake of their true loves;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For them they'll see na mair.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' their fans into their hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before they see Sir Patrick Spens</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come sailing to the strand!</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lang, lang, may the maidens sit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' their goud kaims in their hair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' waiting for their ain dear loves!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For them they'll see na mair.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O forty miles off Aberdeen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Tis fifty fathom deep,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' the Scots lords at his feet.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page13" id="page13">[13]</a></span> +<h3>NOTES +ON +SIR PATRICK SPENS.</h3> + + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To send us out at this time of the year</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To sail upon the sea</i>?—P. 8, v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>By a Scottish act of parliament, it was enacted, that no ship should +be fraughted out of the kingdom, with any staple goods, betwixt +the feast of St. Simon's day and Jude and Candelmas.—<i>James III. +Parliament 2d, chap.</i> 15. Such was the terror entertained for +navigating the north seas in winter.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>When a bout flew out of our goodly ship</i>.—P. 10. v. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>I believe a modern seaman would say, a plank had started, which must +have been a frequent incident during the infancy of ship-building. The +remedy applied seems to be that mentioned in <i>Cook's Voyages</i>, +when, upon some occasion, to stop a leak, which could not be got at in +the inside, a quilted sail was brought under the vessel, which, being +drawn into the leak by the suction, prevented the entry of more water. +Chaucer says,</p> + +<p>"There n'is no new guise that it na'as old."</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page14" id="page14">[14]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>O forty miles off Aberdeen</i>,—P. 11. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>This concluding verse differs in the three copies of the ballad, which +I have collated. The printed edition bears,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Have owre, have owre to Aberdour;"</span><br /> + +<p>And one of the MSS. reads,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"At the back of auld St. Johnstowne Dykes."</span><br /> + +<p>But, in a voyage from Norway, a shipwreck on the north coast seems +as probable as either in the Firth of Forth, or Tay; and the ballad +states the disaster to have taken place out of sight of land.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page15" id="page15">[15]</a></span> +<a name="AULD_MAITLAND"></a><h2>AULD MAITLAND.</h2> + +<h4>NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.</h4> +<br /> + +<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<a name="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83"><sup>[83]</sup></a>, who +sings, or rather chaunts 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 modernised, yet many words, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page16" id="page16">[16]</a></span> +which the reciters have retained, without understanding them, still +preserve traces of its antiquity. Such are the words <i>Springals</i> +(corruptly 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. The editor has, therefore, been induced to illustrate +them, at considerable length, by parallel passages from Froissard, and +other historians of the period to which the events refer.</p> + +<p>The date of the ballad cannot be ascertained with any degree of +accuracy. Sir Richard Maitland, the hero of the poem, seems to have +been in possession of his estate about 1250; so that, as he survived +the commencement of the wars betwixt England and Scotland, in 1296, +his prowess against the English, in defence of his castle of Lauder, +or Thirlestane, must have been exerted during his extreme old age. He +seems to have been distinguished for devotion, as well as valour; for, +A.D. 1249, Dominus Ricardus de Mautlant gave to the abbey of Dryburgh, +"<i>Terras suas de Haubentside, in territorio suo de Thirlestane, +pro salute animae suae, et sponsae suae, antecessorum suorum et +successorum suorum, in perpetuum</i><a name="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84"><sup>[84]</sup></a>." He also gave, to the same +<span class="newpage"><a name="page17" id="page17">[17]</a></span> +convent, "<i>Omnes terras, quas Walterus de Giling tenuit in feodo suo +de Thirlestane, et pastura incommuni de Thirlestane, ad quadraginta +oves, sexaginta vaccas, et ad viginti equos</i>."—Cartulary of +Dryburgh Abbey, in the Advocates' Library.</p> + +<p>From the following ballad, and from the family traditions referred to +in the Maitland MSS., Auld Maitland appears to have had three sons; +but we learn, from the latter authority, that only one survived him, +who was thence surnamed <i>Burd alane</i>, which signifies either +<i>unequalled</i>, or <i>solitary</i>. A <i>Consolation</i>, addressed +to Sir Richard Maitland of Lethington, a poet and scholar who +flourished about the middle of the sixteenth century, and who gives +name to the Maitland MSS., draws the following parallel betwixt his +domestic misfortunes and those of the first Sir Richard, his great +ancestor:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sic destanie and derfe devoring deid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Oft his own hous in hazard put of auld;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot your forbeiris, frovard fortounes steid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bitter blastes, ay buir with breistis bauld;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Luit wanweirdis work and walter ay they wald,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair hardie hairtis hawtie and heroik,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fortounes feid or force wald never fauld;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot stormis withstand with stomak stoat and stoik.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Renowned Richert of your race record,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhais prais and prowis cannot be exprest;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mair lustie lynyage nevir haid ane lord,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he begat the bauldest bairnis and best,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Maist manful men, and madinis maist modest,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever wes syn Pyramus tym of Troy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But piteouslie thai peirles perles apest.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bereft him all hot Buird-allane, a boy.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page18" id="page18">[18]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Himselfe was aiget, his hous hang be a har,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Duill and distres almaist to deid him draife;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet Burd-allane, his only son and air,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As wretched, vyiss, and valient, as the laive,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His hous uphail'd, quhilk ye with honor haive.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So nature that the lyk invyand name,<a name="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85"><sup>[85]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In kindlie cair dois kindly courage craif,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To follow him in fortoune and in fame.</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Richerd he wes, Richerd ye are also,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Maitland als, and magnanime as he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In als great age, als wrappit are in wo,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sewin sons<a name="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86"><sup>[86]</sup></a> ye haid might contravaill his thrie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot Burd-allane ye haive behind as he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lord his linage so inlarge in lyne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mony hundreith nepotis grie and grie<a name="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87"><sup>[87]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sen Richert wes as hundreth yeiris are hyne.</span><br /> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>An Consolator Ballad to the Richt Honorabill Sir Richert Maitland of Lethingtoune.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—Maitland MSS. in Library of Edinburgh University.</span><br /> + +<p>Sir William Mautlant, or Maitland, the eldest and sole surviving son +of Sir Richard, ratified and confirmed, to the monks of Dryburgh, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page19" id="page19">[19]</a></span> +"<i>Omnes terras quas Dominus Ricardus de Mautlant pater suus fecit +dictis monachis</i> <i>in territorio suo de Thirlestane," Sir William +is supposed to have died about 1315.—Crawford's Peerage</i>.</p> + +<p>Such were the heroes of the ballad. 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 licence<a name="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88"><sup>[88]</sup></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<a name="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89"><sup>[89]</sup></a>:</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page20" id="page20">[20]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I Saw Raf Coilyear with his thrawin brow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crabit John the Reif, and auld Cowkilbeis Sow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how the wran cam out of Ailsay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Peirs Plowman<a name="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90"><sup>[90]</sup></a>, that meid his workmen few;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gret Gowmacmorne, and Fyn MacCowl, and how</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They suld be goddis in Ireland, as they say.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Thair saw I Maitland upon auld beird gray</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Robine Hude, and Gilbert with the quhite hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How Hay of Nauchton flew in Madin land.</span><br /> + +<p>In this curious verse, the most noted romances, or popular histories, +of the poet's day, seem to be noticed. The preceding stanza describes +the sports of the field; and that, which follows, refers to the tricks +of "jugailrie;" so that the three verses comprehend the whole pastimes +of the middle ages, which are aptly represented as the furniture of +dame Venus's chamber. The verse, referring to Maitland, is obviously +corrupted; the true reading was, probably, "<i>with his</i> auld beird +<span class="newpage"><a name="page21" id="page21">[21]</a></span> +gray." Indeed the whole verse is full of errors and corruptions; which +is the greater pity, as it conveys information, to be found no where +else.</p> + +<p>The descendant of Auld Maitland, Sir Richard of Lethington, seems to +have been frequently complimented on the popular renown of his great +ancestor. We have already seen one instance; and in an elegant copy +of verses in the Maitland MSS., in praise of Sir Richard's seat of +Lethingtoun, which he had built, or greatly improved, this obvious +topic of flattery does not escape the poet. From the terms of his +panegyric we learn, that the exploits of auld Sir Richard with the +gray beard, and of his three sons, were "sung in many far countrie, +albeit in rural rhyme;" from which we may infer, that they were +narrated rather in the shape of a popular ballad, than in a <i>romance +of price</i>. If this be the case, the song, now published, may have +undergone little variation since the date of the Maitland MSS.; for, +divesting the poem, in praise of Lethington, of its antique spelling, +it would run as smoothly, and appear as modern, as any verse in the +following ballad. The lines alluded to, are addressed to the castle of +Lethington:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And happie art thou sic a place,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That few thy mak ar sene:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But yit mair happie far that race</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To quhome thou dois pertene.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quha dais not knaw the Maitland bluid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best in all this land?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In quhilk sumtyme the honour stuid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And worship of Scotland.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page22" id="page22">[22]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of auld Sir Richard, of that name,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We have hard sing and say;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of his triumphant nobill fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of his auld baird gray.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of his nobill sonnis three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhilk that tyme had no maik;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhilk maid Scotland renounit be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all England to quaik.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhais luifing praysis, maid trewlie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Efter that simple tyme,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ar sung in monie far countrie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Albeit in rural rhyme.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, gif I dar the treuth declair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nane me fleitschour call,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I can to him find a compair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And till his barnis all.</span><br /> + +<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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page23" id="page23">[23]</a></span> +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 modernised, to the common +ear; while, to the connoisseur, they present marks of their genuine +antiquity."—<i>Letter to the Editor from Mr. James Hogg</i>. To the +observations of my ingenious correspondent I have nothing to add, +but that, in this, and a thousand other instances, they accurately +coincide with my personal knowledge.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page24" id="page24">[24]</a></span> +<a name="AULD_MAITLAND_POEM"></a><h3>AULD MAITLAND.</h3> + + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There lived a king in southern land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">King Edward hight his name;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unwordily he wore the crown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till fifty years were gane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He had a sister's son o's ain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was large of blood and bane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And afterward, when he came up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young Edward hight his name.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One day he came before the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kneel'd low on his knee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A boon, a boon, my good uncle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I crave to ask of thee!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page25" id="page25">[25]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"At our lang wars, in fair Scotland,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I fain hae wished to be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If fifteen hundred waled<a name="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91"><sup>[91]</sup></a> wight men</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"You'll grant to ride wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thou sail hae thae, thou sail hae mae;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I say it sickerlie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I mysell, an auld gray man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Array'd your host sall see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">King Edward rade, King Edward ran—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wish him dool and pyne!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till he had fifteen hundred men</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Assembled on the Tyne.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thrice as many at Berwicke<a name="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92"><sup>[92]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were all for battle bound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Who, marching forth with false Dunbar,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>A ready welcome found</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They lighted on the banks of Tweed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And blew their coals sae het,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fired the Merse and Teviotdale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All in an evening late.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page26" id="page26">[26]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they fared up o'er Lammermore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They burned baith up and down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they came to a darksome house;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some call it Leader-Town.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wha hauds this house?" young Edward cry'd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Or wha gies't ower to me?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A gray-hair'd knight set up his head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And crackit right crousely:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Of Scotland's king I haud my house;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He pays me meat and fee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I will keep my gude auld house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"While my house will keep me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They laid their sowies to the wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' mony a heavy peal;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he threw ower to them agen</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith pitch and tar barrel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With springalds, stanes, and gads of airn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Amang them fast he threw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till mony of the Englishmen</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the wall he slew.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page27" id="page27">[27]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full fifteen days that braid host lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sieging Auld Maitland keen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Syne they hae left him, hail and fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Within his strength of stane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then fifteen barks, all gaily good,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Met them upon a day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which they did lade with as much spoil</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they could bear away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"England's our ain by heritage;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And what can us withstand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now we hae conquer'd fair Scotland,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"With buckler, bow, and brand?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they are on to the land o' France,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where auld King Edward lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Burning baith castle, tower, and town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he met in his way,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Untill he came unto that town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which some call Billop-Grace;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were Auld Maitland's sons, a' three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Learning at school, alas!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page28" id="page28">[28]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The eldest to the youngest said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O see ye what I see?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gin a' be trew yon standard says<a name="FNanchor_93_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_93"><sup>[93]</sup></a>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We're fatherlesse a' three.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For Scotland's conquer'd, up and down;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Landmen we'll never be:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, will ye go, my brethren two,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And try some jeopardy?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they hae saddled twa black horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twa black horse, and a grey;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they are on to King Edward's host,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the dawn of day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they arriv'd before the host,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hover'd on the lay—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wilt thou lend me our king's standard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To bear a little way?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where was thou bred? where was thou born?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where, or in what countrie?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"In north of England I was born:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(It needed him to lie.)</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page29" id="page29">[29]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A knight me gat, a lady bore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'm a squire of high renowne;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I well may bear't to any king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That ever yet wore crowne."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He ne'er came of an Englishman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Had sic an e'e or bree;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But thou art the likest Auld Maitland,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That ever I did see.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But sick a gloom, on ae brow-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Grant I ne'er see agane!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For mony of our men he slew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And mony put to pain."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Maitland heard his father's name,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An angry man was he!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, lifting up a gilt dagger,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hung low down by his knee,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stabb'd the knight, the standard bore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stabb'd him cruellie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then caught the standard by the neuk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fast away rode he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page30" id="page30">[30]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, is't na time to flee?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Aye, by my sooth!" they baith replied,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We'll bear you company."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The youngest turn'd him in a path,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And drew a burnished brand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fifteen of the foremost slew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till back the lave did stand.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He spurr'd the gray into the path,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till baith his sides they bled—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gray! thou maun carry me away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Or my life lies in wad!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain lookit ower the wa',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the break o' day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There he beheld the three Scots lads,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pursued along the way.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Pull up portcullize! down draw-brigg!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My nephews are at hand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they sall lodge wi' me to-night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"In spite of all England."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page31" id="page31">[31]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whene'er they came within the yate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They thrust their horse them frae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And took three lang spears in their hands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying, "Here sall come nae mae!".</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they shot out, and they shot in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till it was fairly day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When mony of the Englishmen</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the draw-brigg lay.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they hae yoked carts and wains,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To ca' their dead away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shot auld dykes aboon the lave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In gutters where they lay.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king, at his pavilion door,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was heard aloud to say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Last night, three o' the lads o' France</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My standard stole away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wi' a fause tale, disguised, they came,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And wi' a fauser trayne;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And to regain my gaye standard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"These men were a' down slayne."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page32" id="page32">[32]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It ill befits," the youngest said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A crowned king to lie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But, or that I taste meat and drink,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Reproved sall he be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He went before King Edward strait,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And kneel'd low on his knee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wad hae leave, my lord," he said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To speak a word wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king he turned him round about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wistna what to say—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quo' he, "Man, thou's hae leave to speak,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho' thou should speak a' day."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye said, that three young lads o' France</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Your standard stole away,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wi' a fause tale, and fauser trayne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And mony men did slay:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But we are nane the lads o' France,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Nor e'er pretend to be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We are three lads o' fair Scotland,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Auld Maitland's sons are we;</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page33" id="page33">[33]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Nor is there men, in a' your host,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Daur fight us, three to three."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, by my sooth," young Edward said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Weel fitted ye sall be!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Piercy sall wi' the eldest fight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And Ethert Lunn wi' thee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"William of Lancaster the third,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And bring your fourth to me!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"<i>Remember, Piercy, aft the Scot<a name="FNanchor_94_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_94"><sup>[94]</sup></a></i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>"Has cow'rd beneath thy hand</i>:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For every drap of Maitland blood,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll gie a rigg of land."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He clanked Piercy ower the head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A deep wound and a sair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the best blood o' his bodie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cam rinning down his hair.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, I've slayne ane; slay ye the twa;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And that's gude companye;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And if the twa suld slay you baith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye'se get na help frae me."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page34" id="page34">[34]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Ethert Lunn, a baited bear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had many battles seen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He set the youngest wonder sair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the eldest he grew keen—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I am nae king, nor nae sic thing:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My word it shanna stand!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For Ethert sail a buffet bide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come he beneath my brand."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He clanked Ethert ower the head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A deep wound and a sair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till the best blood of his bodie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cam rinning ower his hair.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now I've slayne twa; slay ye the ane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Is na that gude companye?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And tho' the ane suld slay ye baith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye'se get na help o' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The twa-some they hae slayne the ane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They maul'd him cruellie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then hung them over the draw-brigg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That all the host might see.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page35" id="page35">[35]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They rade their horse, they ran their horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then hovered on the lee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We be three lads o' fair Scotland,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That fain wad fighting see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This boasting, when young Edward heard.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An angry man was he!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll take yon lad, I'll bind yon lad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And bring him bound to thee!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, God forbid," King Edward said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That ever thou suld try!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Three worthy leaders we hae lost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And thou the fourth wad lie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If thou should'st hang on yon draw-brigg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Blythe wad I never be!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, wi' the poll-axe in his hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the brigg sprang he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The first stroke that young Edward gae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He struck wi' might and mayn;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He clove the Maitlan's helmet stout,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bit right nigh the brayn.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page36" id="page36">[36]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Maitland saw his ain blood fa',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">An angry man was he!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He let his weapon frae him fa',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at his throat did flee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thrice about he did him swing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till on the grund he light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where he has halden young Edward,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho' he was great in might.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, let him up," King Edward cried,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And let him come to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, for the deed that thou hast done,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thou shalt hae erldomes three!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Its ne'er be said in France, nor e'er</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Scotland, when I'm hame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Edward once lay under me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And e'er gat up again!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He pierced him through and through the heart;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He maul'd him cruellie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then hung him ower the draw-brigg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beside the other three.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page37" id="page37">[37]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, take frae me that feather-bed!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Mak me a bed o' strae!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wish I had na lived this day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To mak my heart sae wae.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If I were ance at London tower,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where I was wont to be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I never mair suld gang frae hame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Till borne on a bier-tree."</span><br /> + +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page38" id="page38">[38]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_AULD_MAITLAND"></a><h3>NOTES ON AULD MAITLAND.</h3> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Young Edward hight his name</i>.—P, 25. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>Were it possible to find an authority for calling this personage +<i>Edmund</i>, we should be a step nearer history; for a brother, +though not a nephew of Edward I., so named, died in Gascony during an +unsuccessful campaign against the French.—<i>Knighton</i>, Lib. III. +cap. 8.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I wish him dool and pyne</i>.—P. 26. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>Thus, Spenser, in <i>Mother Huberd's tale</i>—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus is this ape become a shepherd swain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the false fox his dog, God give them pain!</span><br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Who, marching forth with false Dunbar,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>A ready welcome found</i>.—P. 26. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>These two lines are modern, and inserted to complete the verse. +Dunbar, the fortress of Patrick, Earl of March, was too often opened +<span class="newpage"><a name="page39" id="page39">[39]</a></span> +to the English, by the treachery of that baron, during the reign of +Edward I.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>They laid their sowies to the wall</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wi' many a heavy peal</i>.—P. 27. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>In this and the following verse, the attack and defence of a +fortress, during the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries, is described +accurately and concisely. The sow was a military engine, resembling +the Roman <i>testudo</i>. It was framed of wood, covered with hides, +and mounted on wheels, so that, being rolled forwards to the foot +of the besieged wall, it served as a shed, or cover, to defend the +miners, or those who wrought the battering ram, from the stones and +arrows of the garrison. In the course of the famous defence, made by +Black Agnes, Countess of March, of her husband's castle of Dunbar, +Montague, Earl of Salisbury, who commanded the besiegers, caused one +of these engines to be wheeled up to the wall. The countess, who, with +her damsels, kept her station on the battlements, and affected to wipe +off with her handkerchief the dust raised by the stones, hurled from +the English machines, awaited the approach of this new engine of +assault. "Beware, Montague," she exclaimed, while the fragment of a +rock was discharged from the wall—"Beware, Montague! for farrow shall +thy sow!"<a name="FNanchor_95_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_95"><sup>[95]</sup></a> Their cover being dashed to pieces, the assailants, with +great loss and difficulty, scrambled back to their trenches. "By +the regard of suche a ladye," would Froissart have said, "and by her +comforting, a man ought to be worth two men, at need." The sow was +called by the French <i>Truie</i>.—See <i>Hailes' Annals</i>, +Vol. II. p. 89. <i>Wintown's Cronykil</i>, Book VIII. <i>William of +Malmesbury</i>, Lib. IV.</p> + +<p>The memory of the <i>sow</i> is preserved in Scotland by two +trifling circumstances. The name given to an oblong hay-stack, is a +<span class="newpage"><a name="page40" id="page40">[40]</a></span> +<i>hay-sow</i>; and this may give us a good idea of the form of the +machine. Children also play at a game with cherry stones, placing a +small heap on the ground, which they term a <i>sowie</i>, endeavouring +to hit it, by throwing single cherry-stones, as the sow was formerly +battered from the walls of the besieged fortress. My companions, +at the High School of Edinburgh, will remember what was meant by +<i>berrying a sowie</i>. It is strange to find traces of military +antiquities in the occupation of the husbandman, and the sports of +children.</p> + +<p>The pitch and tar-barrels of Maitland were intended to consume the +formidable machines of the English. Thus, at a fabulous siege of York, +by Sir William Wallace, the same mode of defence is adopted:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Englishmen, that cruel were and kene,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Keeped their town, and fended there full fast;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Faggots of fire among the host they cast,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up <i>pitch and tar</i> on feil <i>sowis</i> they lent;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Many were hurt ere they from the walls went;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Stones on Springalds they did cast out so fast,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And goads of iron made many grome agast</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Henry the Minstrel's History of Wallace.—B. 8. c. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>A more authentic illustration may be derived from Barbour's Account +of the Siege of Berwick, by Edward II., in 1319, when a <i>sow</i> +was brought on to the attack by the English, and burned by the +combustibles hurled down upon it, through the device of John Crab, a +Flemish engineer, in the Scottish service.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thai, that at the sege lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or it was passyt the fyft day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had made thaim syndry apparall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gang eft sonys till assaill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Off gret gests a <i>sow</i> thai maid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That stalwart heildyne aboyne it haid;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With armyt men inew tharin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And instruments for to myne.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page41" id="page41">[41]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Syndry scaffalds thai maid withall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That war wele heyar than the wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ordanyt als that, be the se,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The town suld weill assaillyt be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thai within, that saw thaim swa,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Swa gret apparaill schap to ma,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Throw Craby's cunsaill, that wes sley,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A crane thai haiff gert dress up hey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rynnand on quheills, that thai micht bryng</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It quhar that nede war off helping.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pyk, and ter, als haiff thai tane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lynt, and herds, and brymstane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dry treyis that wele wald brin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mellyt aythir other in:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gret fagalds thairoff thai maid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gyrdyt with irne bands braid.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fagalds weill mycht mesuryt be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till a gret towrys quantite.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The fagalds bryning in a ball,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With thair cran thoucht till awaill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And giff the sow come to the wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lat it brynand on her fall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And with stark chenyeis hald it thar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhill all war brynt up that thar war.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon sic maner gan thai fycht,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhill it wes ner none off the day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That thai without, on gret aray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Pryssyt thair <i>sow</i> towart the wall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thai within sune gert call</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The engynour, that takyn was,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gret manance till hym mais,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And swour that he suld dey, bot he</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Prowyt on the sow sic sutelté</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he to fruschyt ilk dele,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he, that hath persawyt wele</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the dede wes wele ner hym till,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot giff he mycht fulfil thair will</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thoucht that he at hys mycht wald do.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page42" id="page42">[42]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bendyt in gret by then wes sche,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That till the sow wes ewyn set.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In hy he gert draw the cleket;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And smertly swappyt owt a stane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ewyn our the sow the stane is gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And behind it a litill way</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It fell: and then they cryt, "Hey!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That war in hyr, "furth to the wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For dredles it is ours all!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gynour than deleuerly</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gert bend the gyn in full gret hy;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the stane smertly swappyt out.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It flaw out quethyr, and with a rout,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And fell rycht ewyn befor the sow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thair harts than begouth to grow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot yhet than, with thair mychts all</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thai pressyt the sow towart the wall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And has hyr set tharto gentilly.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gynour than gert bend in hy</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gyne, and wappyt owt the stane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ewyn towart the lyft is gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And with gret wycht syne duschyt doun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rycht be the wall in a randoun;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hyt the sow in sic maner,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That it that wes the maist sowar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And starkast for to stynt a strak,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In sundre with that dusche it brak.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The men than owt in full gret hy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on the wallis thai gan cry,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That thair sow wes feryt thar.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jhon Crab, that had hys geer all yar</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In hys fagalds has set the fyr,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And our the wall syne gan thai wyr,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brynt the sow till brands bar.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The Bruce</i>, Book XVII</span><br /> +<br /> +<p>The <i>springalds</i>, used in defence of the castle of Lauder, +were <i>balistae</i>, or large cross-bows, wrought by machinery, and +<span class="newpage"><a name="page43" id="page43">[43]</a></span> +capable of throwing stones, beams, and huge darts. They were numbered +among the heavy artillery of the age; "Than the kynge made all +his navy to draw along, by the cost of the Downes, every ship well +garnished with bombardes, crosbowes, archers, <i>springalls</i>, and +other artillarie."—<i>Froissart</i>.</p> + +<p>Goads, or sharpened bars of iron, were an obvious and formidable +missile weapon. Thus, at the assault of Rochemiglion "They within +cast out great barres of iron, and pots with lyme, wherewith they +hurt divers Englishmen, such as adventured themselves too +far."—<i>Froissart</i>, Vol. I. cap. 108.</p> + +<p>From what has been noticed, the attack and defence of Lauder castle +will be found strictly conformable to the manners of the age; a +circumstance of great importance, in judging of the antiquity of the +ballad. There is no mention of guns, though these became so common in +the latter part of the reign of Edward III., that, at the siege of St. +Maloes, "the English had well a four hondred gonnes, who shot day and +night into the fortresse, and agaynst it."—<i>Froissart</i>, Vol. +I. cap. 336. Barbour informs us, that guns, or "crakis of wer," as he +calls them, and crests for helmets, were first seen by the Scottish, +in their skirmishes with Edward the Third's host, in Northumberland +A.D. 1327.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Which some call Billop-Grace</i>.—P. 28. v. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>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. The retreat of the English +host, however, may remind us of a passage, in Wintown, when, after +mentioning that the Earl of Salisbury raised the siege of Dunbar, to +join King Edward in France, he observes,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It was to Scotland a gud chance,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That thai made thaim to werray in France;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For had thai halyly thaim tane</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For to werray in Scotland allane.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page44" id="page44">[44]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Eftyr the gret mischeffis twa,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Duplyn and Hallydowne war tha,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thai suld have skaithit it to gretly.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bot fortowne thoucht scho fald fekilly</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will noucht at anis myscheffis fall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thare-fore scho set thare hartis all,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To werray Fraunce richit to be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Scottis live in grettar lé.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Cronykil</i>, B. VIII. cap. 34.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Now, will ye go, my brethren two,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And try some jeopardie</i>?—P. 29. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The romantic custom of atchieving, or attempting, some desperate and +perilous adventure, without either necessity or cause, was a peculiar, +and perhaps the most prominent, feature of chivalry. It was not merely +the duty, but the pride and delight, of a true knight, to perform such +exploits, as no one but a madman would have undertaken. I think it +is in the old French romance of <i>Erec and Eneide</i>, that an +adventure, the access to which lay through an avenue of stakes, +garnished with the bloody heads of the knights who had attempted and +failed to atchieve it, is called by the inviting title of <i>La joie +de la Cour</i>. To be first in advancing, or last in retreating; to +strike upon the gate of a certain fortress of the enemy; to fight +blindfold, or with one arm tied up; to carry off a banner, or to +defend one; were often the subjects of a particular vow, among the +sons of chivalry. Until some distinguishing exploit of this nature, a +young knight was not said to have <i>won his spurs</i>; and, upon some +occasions, he was obliged to bear, as a mark of thraldom, a chain upon +his arm, which was removed, with great ceremony, when his merit became +conspicuous. These chains are noticed in the romance of <i>Jehan de +Saintré</i>. In the language of German chivalry, they were called +<i>Ketten des Gelubdes</i> (fetters of duty). Lord Herbert of Cherbury +informs us, that the knights of the Bath were obliged to wear certain +strings, of silk and gold, upon their left arm, until they had +atchieved some noble deed of arms. When Edward III. commenced his +<span class="newpage"><a name="page45" id="page45">[45]</a></span> +French wars, many of the young bachelors of England bound up one of +their eyes with a silk ribband, and swore, before the peacock and +the ladies, that they would not see with both eyes until they had +accomplished certain deeds of arms in France.—<i>Froissart</i>, cap. +28.</p> + +<p>A remarkable instance of this chivalrous frenzy occurred during +the expedition of Sir Robert Knowles, who, in 1370, marched through +France, and laid waste the country, up to the very gates of Paris. +"There was a knighte, in their companye, had made a vowe, the day +before, that he wolde ryde to the walles or gates of Parys, and stryke +at the barryers with his speare. And, for the fournyshing of his vowe, +he departed fro his companye, his spear in his fyst, his shelde +about his neck, armed at all pecesse, on a good horsse, his squyer on +another, behinde him, with his bassenet. And whan he approached neare +to Parys, he toke and dyde on his helme, and left his squyer behind +hym, and dashed his spurres to his horsse, and came gallopynge to +the barryers, the whiche as then were opyn; and the lordes, that were +there, had wened he wolde have entred into the towne; but that was +not his mynde; for, when he hadde stryken at the barryers, as he +had before avowed, he towrned his reyne, and drue back agayne, and +departed. Than the knightes of France, that sawe hym depart, sayd to +hym, 'Go your waye; you have ryghte well acquitted yourself.' I can +nat tell you what was thys knyghtes name, nor of what contre; but the +blazure of his armes was, goules, two fusses sable, a border sable. +Howbeit, in the subbarbes, he had a sore encontre; for, as he passed +on the pavement, he founde before hym a bocher, a bigge man, who had +well sene this knighte pass by. And he helde in his handes a sharpe +hevy axe, with a longe poynt; and, as the knyght returned agayne, and +toke no hede, this bocher came on his side, and gave the knyghte suche +a stroke, betwene the neck and the shulders, that he reversed forwarde +heedlynge, to the neck of his horsse, and yet he recovered agayne. And +than the bocher strake hym agayne, so that the axe entered into his +<span class="newpage"><a name="page46" id="page46">[46]</a></span> +body, so that, for payne, the knyghte fell to the erthe, and his +horsse ran away, and came to the squyer, who abode for his mayster +at the stretes ende. And so, the squyer toke the horsse, and had gret +marveyle what was become of his mayster; for he had well sene him +ryde to the barryers, and stryke therat with his glayve, and retourne +agayne. Thanne he rode a lytell forthe, thyderwarde, and anone he sawe +where his master layn upon the erthe, bytwene foure men, layenge on +him strokes, as they wolde have stryken on a stethey <i>(anvil)</i>; +and than the squyer was so affreyed, that he durst go no farther; for +he sawe well he could nat helpe his mayster. Therefore he retourned +as fast as he myght: so there the sayd knyghte was slayne. And the +knyghtes, that were at the gate, caused hym to be buried in holy +ground."—<i>Froissart</i>, ch. 281.</p> + +<p>A similar instance of a military jeopardy occurs in the same author, +ch. 364. It happened before the gates of Troyes. "There was an +Englyshe squyre, borne in the bishopryke of Lincolne, an expert man +of armes; I can nat say whyder he could se or nat; but he spurred his +horse, his speare in his hande, and his targe about his necke; his +horse came rushyng downe the waye, and lept clene over the barres of +the baryers, and so galoped to the gate, where as the duke of Burgoyne +and the other lords of France were, who reputed that dede for a great +enterprise. The squyer thoughte to have returned, but he could nat; +for his horse was stryken with speares, and beaten downe, and +the squyer slayn; wherewith the Duke of Burgoyne was right sore +displeased."</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wilt thou lend me our king's standard,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To bear a little way</i>?—P. 29. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>In all ages, and in almost all countries, the military standards have +been objects of respect to the soldiery, whose duty it is to range +beneath them, and, if necessary, to die in their defence. In the ages +of chivalry, these ensigns were distinguished by their shape, and by +the various names of banners, pennons, penoncelles, &c., according to +the number of men, who were to fight under them. They were displayed, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page47" id="page47">[47]</a></span> +on the day of battle, with singular solemnity, and consigned to the +charge only of such as were thought willing and able to defend them to +the uttermost. When the army of Edward, the Black Prince, was drawn +up against that of Henry the Bastard, king of Castile, "Than Sir Johan +Chandos brought his baner, rolled up togyder, to the prince, and said, +'Sir, behold, here is my baner. I requyre you display it abrode, and +give me leave, this daye, to raise it; for, sir, I thanke God and you, +I have land and heritage suffyciente to maynteyne it withal.' Than the +prince, and King Dampeter (Don Pedro), toke the baner betwene their +handes, and spred it abrode, the which was of sylver, a sharp pyle +gaules, and delyvered it to hym, and said, 'Sir Johan, behold here +youre baner; God sende you joye and honour thereof!' Than Sir Johan +Chandos bare his baner to his owne company, and sayde, 'Sirs, beholde +here my baner, and yours; kepe it as your owne.' And they toke it, and +were right joyful therof, and sayd, that, by the pleasure of God, +and Saint George, they wold kepe and defend it to the best of their +powers. And so the baner abode in the handes of a good Englishe +squyer, called William Alery, who bare it that day, and acquaytted +himself right nobly."—<i>Froissart</i>, Vol. I. ch. 237. The loss of +a banner was not only great dishonour, but an infinite disadvantage. +At the battle of Cocherel, in Normandy, the flower of the combatants, +on each side, were engaged in the attack and defence of the banner of +the captall of Buche, the English leader. It was planted amid a +bush of thorns, and guarded by sixty men at arms, who defended it +gallantly. "There were many rescues, and many a one hurt and cast to +the earth, and many feats of armes done, and many gret strokes given, +with good axes of steel, that it was wonder to behold." The battle did +not cease until the captall's standard was taken and torn to pieces.</p> + +<p>We learn, from the following passage in <i>Stowe's Chronicle</i>, that +the standard of Edward I. was a golden dragon. "The king entred Wales +with an army, appointing the footmen to occupie the enemies in fight, +whiles his horsemen, in a wing, set on the rere battell: himselfe, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page48" id="page48">[48]</a></span> +with a power, kept his place, where he pight his golden dragon, unto +whiche, as to a castle, the wounded and wearied might repair."</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"<i>Where was thou bred? where was thou born?</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Where, or in what countrie?"</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>"In north of England I was born:</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>(It needed him to lie</i>.)—P. 29. v. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>Stratagems, such as that of Maitland, were frequently practised with +success, in consequence of the complete armour worn by the knights of +the middle ages. In 1359, Edward III. entered France, to improve the +success of the battle of Poictiers. Two French knights, Sir Galahaut +of Rybamont, and Sir Roger of Cologne, rode forth, with their +followers, to survey the English host, and, in short, to seek +adventures. It chanced that they met a foraging party of Germans, +retained in King Edward's service, under the command of Reynold of +Boulant, a knight of that nation. By the counsel of a squire of his +retinue, Sir Galahaut joined company with the German knight, under the +assumed character of Bartholomew de Bonne, Reynold's countryman, and +fellow soldier in the English service. The French knights "were a 70 +men of armes, and Sir Renolde had not past a 30; and, whan Sir Renolde +saw theym, he displayed his baner befor hym, and came softely rydynge +towarde theym, wenyng to hym that they had been Englyshemen. Whan he +approched, he lyft up hys vyser, saluted Sir Galahaut, in the name of +Sir Bartylmewe de Bonnes. Sir Galahaut helde hymselfe styll secrete, +and answered but fayntly, and sayd, 'let us ryde forth;' and so rode +on, and hys men, on the one syde, and the Almaygnes on the other. Whan +Sir Renolde of Boulant sawe theyr maner, and howe Sir Galahaut rode +sometyme by hym, and spake no word, than he began to suspecte. And +he had not so ryden, the space of a quarter of an hour, but he stode +styll, under his baner, among hys men, and sayd, 'Sir, I have dout +what knyght ye be. I thynke ye be nat Sir Bartylmewe, for I knowe hym +well; and I see well that yt ys nat you. I woll ye telle me your name, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page49" id="page49">[49]</a></span> +or I ryde any farter in your company.' Therwith Sir Galahaut lyft +up hys vyser, and rode towardes the knyght to have taken hym by the +raygne of hys brydell, and cryed, '<i>Our Ladye of Rybamont</i>!' than +Sir Roger of Coloyne sayd, '<i>Coloyne to the rescue</i>!'<a name="FNanchor_96_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_96"><sup>[96]</sup></a> Whan +Sir Renolde of Boulant sawe what case he was in, he was nat gretly +afrayed, but drewe out his sworde; and, as Sir Galahaut wolde have +taken hym by the brydell, Sir Renolde put his sworde clene through +hym, and drue agayne hys sworde out of hym, and toke his horse, with +the spurres, and left Sir Galahaut sore hurt. And, whan Sir Galahautes +men sawe theyr master in that case, they were sore dyspleased, and set +on Sir Renolde's men; there were many cast to the yerth, but as sone +as Sir Renolde had gyven Sir Galahaut that stroke, he strak hys horse +with the spurres, and toke the feldes. Than certayne of Galahaut's +squyers chasyd hym, and, whan he sawe that they folowed hym so nere, +that he muste other tourne agayne, or els be shamed, lyke a hardy +knyght he tourned, and abode the foremost, and gave hym such a stroke, +that he had no more lyste to folwe him. And thus, as he rode on, he +served three of theym, that folowed hym, and wounded theym sore: if a +goode axe had been in hys hand, at every stroke he had slayne a man. +He dyd so muche, that he was out of danger of the Frenchmen, and saved +hymselfe withoute any hurte; the whyche hys enemyes reputed for a +grete prowess, and so dyd all other that harde thereof; but hys men +were nere slayne or taken, but few that were saved. And Sir Galahaut +was caryed from thence sore hurt to Perone; of that hurt he was never +after perfectly hole; for he was a knyght of suche courage, that, for +all his hurte, he wold not spare hymselfe; wherefore he lyved not long +after."—<i>Froissart</i>, Vol. I. Chap. 207.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The youngest turn'd him in a path,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And drew a burnished brand, &c.</i>—P. 31. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>Thus, Sir Walter Mauny, retreating into the fortress of Hanyboute, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page50" id="page50">[50]</a></span> +after a successful sally, was pursued by the besiegers, who ranne +after them, lyke madde men; than Sir Gualtier saide, "Let me never +be beloved wyth my lady, without I have a course wyth one of these +folowers!" and turning, with his lance in the rest, he overthrew +several of his pursuers, before he condescended to continue his +retreat.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Whene'er they came within the yate,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>They thrust their horse them frae, &c.</i>—P. 32. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>"The Lord of Hangest (pursued by the English) came so to the barryers +(of Vandonne) that were open, as his happe was, and so entred in +therat, and than toke his speare, and turned him to defence, right +valiantly."—<i>Froissart</i>, Vol. I. Chap. 367.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>They rade their horse, they ran their horse,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then hovered on the lee, &c.</i>—P. 36. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>The sieges, during the middle ages, frequently afforded opportunity +for single combat, of which the scene was usually the draw-bridge, +or barriers, of the town. The former, as the more desperate place of +battle, was frequently chosen by knights, who chose to break a lance +for honour, and their ladies' love. In 1387, Sir William Douglas, +lord of Nithisdale, upon the draw-bridge of the town of Carlisle, +consisting of two beams, hardly two feet in breadth, encountered and +slew, first, a single champion of England, and afterwards two, who +attacked him together.—<i>Forduni Scotichronicon</i>, Lib. XIV. cap. +51.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He brynt the surburbys of Carlele,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at the bareris he faucht sa wele,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That on thare bryg he slw a man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wychtast that in the town wes than:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quhare, on a plank of twa feet brade,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stude, and twa gude payment made,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he feld twa stout fechteris,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And but skath went till his feres.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wintown's Cronykil</i>, Book IX. Chap. 8.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page51" id="page51">[51]</a></span> +<p>These combats at the barriers, or palisades, which formed the outer +fortification of a town, were so frequent, that the mode of attack and +defence was early taught to the future knight, and continued long +to be practised in the games of chivalry. The custom, therefore, of +defying the inhabitants of a besieged town to this sort of contest, +was highly fashionable in the middle ages; and an army could hardly +appear before a place, without giving rise to a variety of combats +at the barriers, which were, in general, conducted without any unfair +advantage being taken on either part.</p> + +<p>The following striking example of this romantic custom occurs in +Froissart. During the French wars of Edward the Black Prince, and in +the year 1370, a body of English, and of adventurers retained in +his service, approached the city of Noyon, then occupied by a French +garrison, and arrayed themselves, with displayed banners, before +the town, defying the defenders to battle. "There was a Scottysh +knyghte<a name="FNanchor_97_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_97"><sup>[97]</sup></a> dyde there a goodly feate of armes, for he departed fro +his companye, hys speare in hys hand, and mounted on a good horse, hys +page behynde hyme, and so came before the barryers. Thys knyghte was +called Sir Johan Assueton,<a name="FNanchor_98_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_98"><sup>[98]</sup></a> a hardy man and a couragyous. Whan he +was before the barryers of Noyon, he lyghted a-fote, and sayd to hys +page, 'Holde, kepe my horse, and departe nat hens;' and so wente to +the barryers. And wythyn the barryers, there were good knyghtes; as, +Sir John of Roy, Sir Lancelat of Loutys, and a x or xii other, who +had grete marveyle what thys sayde knyghte wolde do. Than he sayde to +them, 'Sirs, I am come hyder to se you. I se well, ye wyll nat issue +<span class="newpage"><a name="page52" id="page52">[52]</a></span> +out of your barryers; therefore I will entre, and I can, and wyll +prove my knyghthode agaynst yours; wyn me and ye can.' And therewyth +he layde on, round about hym, and they at hym. And thus, he alone +fought agaynst them, more than an houre; and dyd hurte two or three +of them; so that they of the towne, on the walles and garrettes, +stode still, and behelde them, and had great pleasure to regarde his +valyauntness, and dyd him no hurte; the whiche they myght have done, +if they hadde list to have shotte, or cast stones at hym. And also +the French knyghtes charged them to let hym and them alone togyder. So +long they foughte, that, at last, his page came near to the barryers, +and spake in his langage, and sayd, 'Sir, come awaye; it is time for +you to departe, for your cumpanye is departyng hens.' The knyghte +harde hym well, and than gave a two or three strokes about him, and +so, armed as he was, he lepte out of the barryers, and lepte upon +his horse, without any hurte, behynde his page; and sayd to the +Frenchemen, 'Adue, sirs! I thank you;' and so rode forthe to his +owne company. The whiche dede was moche praysed of many +folkes."—<i>Froissart</i>, cap. 278.</p> + +<p>The barriers, so often alluded to, are described, by the same +admirable historian, to be grated pallisades, the grates being +about half a foot wide. In a skirmish before Honycourt, Sir Henry +of Flanders ventured to thrust his sword so far through one of those +spaces, that a sturdy abbot, who was within, seized his sword-arm, +and drew it through the harriers, up to the shoulder. In this aukward +situation he remained for some time, being unwilling to dishonour +himself by quitting his weapon. He was at length rescued, but lost his +sword; which Froissart afterwards saw preserved, as a relique, in the +monastery of Honycourt.—Vol. I. chap. 39. For instances of single +combats, at the barriers, see the same author, <i>passim</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And if the twa suld slay ye baith,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ye'se get na help frae me</i>.—P. 34. v. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>According to the laws of chivalry, laws, which were also for a long +<span class="newpage"><a name="page53" id="page53">[53]</a></span> +time observed in duels, when two or more persons were engaged on +each side, he, who first conquered his immediate antagonist, was at +liberty, if he pleased, to come to the assistance of his companions. +The play of the "<i>Little French Lawyer</i>" turns entirely upon this +circumstance; and it may be remarked throughout the poems of Boiardo +and Ariosto; particularly in the combat of three Christian and three +Pagan champions, in the 42d canto of <i>Orlando Furioso</i>. But +doubtless a gallant knight was often unwilling, like young Maitland, +to avail himself of this advantage. Something of this kind seems to +have happened in the celebrated combat, fought in the presence of +James II. at Stirling, in 1449, between three French, or Flemish, +warriors, and three noble Scottishmen, two of whom were of the house +of Douglas. The reader will find a literal translation of Olivier +de la Marche's account of this celebrated tourney, in <i>Pinkerton's +History</i>, Vol. I. p. 428.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I am nae king, nor nae sic thing:</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>My word it shanna stand</i>!—P. 35. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>Maitland's apology for retracting his promise to stand neuter, is as +curious as his doing so is natural. The unfortunate John of France was +wont to say, that, if truth and faith were banished from all the rest +of the universe, they should still reside in the breast and the mouth +of kings.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>They maul'd him cruellie</i>.—P. 35. v. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>This has a vulgar sound, but is actually a phrase of romance. <i>Tant +frappent et</i> maillent <i>lex deux vassaux l'un sur l'autre, que +leurs heaumes, et leurs hauberts, sont tous cassez et rompus</i>.—La +fleur des Battailes.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But, wi' the poll-axe in his hand,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Upon the brigg sprang he</i>.—P. 36. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>The battle-axe, of which there are many kinds, was a knightly weapon, +much used in the middle ages, as well in single combat as in battle. +"And also there was a younge bachelor, called Bertrande of Glesguyne, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page54" id="page54">[54]</a></span> +who duryng the seige, fought wyth an Englyshman, called Sir Nycholas +Dagerne; and that batayle was takene thre courses wyth a speare, +thre strokes wyth an axe, and thre wyth a dagger. And eche of these +knyghtes bare themselves so valyantly, that they departed fro the +felde wythout any damage, and they were well regarded, bothe of theyme +wythyn, and they wythout." This happened at the siege of Rennes, by +the Duke of Lancaster, in 1357.—<i>Froissart</i>, Vol. I. c. 175. +With the same weapon Godfrey of Harcourt long defended himself, when +surprised and defeated by the French. "And Sir Godfraye's men kepte +no goode array, nor dyd nat as they had promysed; moost part of theyme +fledde: whan Sir Godfraye sawe that, he sayde to hymselfe, howe he had +rather there be slayne than be taken by the Frenchmen; there he toke +hys axe in hys handes, and set fast the one legge before the other, to +stonde the more surely; for hys one legge was a lytell crooked, but +he was strong in the armes. Ther he fought valyantly and long: none +durste well abyde hys strokes; than two Frenchmen mounted on theyr +horses, and ranne both with their speares at ones at hym, and so +bare hym to the yerth: than other, that were a-fote, came wyth theyr +swerdes, and strake hym into the body, under his barneys, so that +ther he was slayne."—<i>Ibid</i>, chap. 172. The historian throws Sir +Godfrey into a striking attitude of desperation.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>When Maitland saw his ain blude fa',</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>An angry man was he</i>,—P. 37, v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>There is a saying, that a Scottishman fights best after seeing his own +blood. Camerarius has contrived to hitch this foolish proverb into +a national compliment; for he quotes it as an instance of the +persevering gallantry of his countrymen. "<i>Si in pugna proprium +effundi sanguinem vidissent, non statim prostrato animo concedebant, +sed irato potius in hostes velut furentes omnibus viribus +incurrebant</i>."</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page55" id="page55">[55]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>That Edward once lay under me,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And e'er gat up again</i>.—P. 37. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>Some reciters repeat it thus:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That <i>Englishman</i> lay under me,"</span><br /> + +<p>which is in the true spirit of Blind Harry, who makes Wallace say,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I like better to see the southeron die,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Than gold or land, that they can gie to me."</span><br /> + +<p>In slaying Edward, Maitland acts pitilessly, but not contrary to +the laws of arms, which did not enjoin a knight to shew mercy to his +antagonist, until he yielded him, "<i>rescue or no rescue</i>." +Thus, the seigneur de Languerant came before the walls of an English +garrison, in Gascony, and defied any of the defenders to run a course +with a spear: his challenge being accepted by Bertrand Courant, the +governor of the place, they couched their spears, like good knights, +and dashed on their horses. Their spears were broke to pieces, and +Languerant was overthrown, and lost his helmet among the horses' feet. +His attendants were coming up; but Bernard drew his dagger, and said, +"Sir, yield ye my prisoner, rescue or no rescue; else ye are but +dead." The dismounted champion spoke not a word; on which, Bertrand, +entering into fervent ire, dashed his dagger into his skull. Besides, +the battle was not always finished by one warrior obtaining this +advantage over the other. In the battle of Nejara, the famous Sir John +Chandos was overthrown, and held down, by a gigantic Spanish cavalier, +named Martino Fernandez. "Then Sir Johan Chandos remembred of a knyfe, +that he had in his bosome, and drew it out, and struck this Martyne +so in the backe, and in the sydes, that he wounded him to dethe, as he +laye upon hym." The dagger, which the knights employed in these close +and desperate struggles, was called the <i>poniard of mercy</i>.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page56" id="page56">[56]</a></span> +<a name="BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE"></a><h2>BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</h2> + +<h4>THE SCOTTISH EDITION.</h4> +<br /> + +<p>The following edition of the Battle of Otterbourne, being essentially +different from that which is published in the <i>Reliques of Ancient +Poetry</i>, Vol. I. and being obviously of Scottish composition, +claims a place in the present collection. The particulars of that +noted action are related by Froissard, with the highest encomium upon +the valour of the combatants on each side. James, Earl of Douglas, +with his brother, the Earl of Murray, in 1387 invaded Northumberland, +at the head of 3000 men; while the Earls of Fife and Strathern, sons +to the king of Scotland, ravaged the western borders of England, with +a still more numerous army. Douglas penetrated as far as Newcastle, +where the renowned Hotspur lay in garrison. In a skirmish before the +walls, Percy's lance, with the pennon, or guidon, attached to it, +was taken by Douglas, as most authors affirm, in a personal encounter +<span class="newpage"><a name="page57" id="page57">[57]</a></span> +betwixt the two heroes. The earl shook the pennon aloft, and swore +he would carry it as his spoil into Scotland, and plant it upon +his castle of Dalkeith. "That," answered Percy, "shalt thou +never!"—Accordingly, having collected the forces of the marches, to a +number equal, or (according to the Scottish historians) much superior, +to the army of Douglas, Hotspur made a night attack upon the Scottish +camp, at Otterbourne, about thirty-two miles from Newcastle. An +action took place, fought, by moon-light, with uncommon gallantry and +desperation. At length, Douglas, armed with an iron mace, which +few but he could wield, rushed into the thickest of the English +battalions, followed only by his chaplain, and two squires of his +body.<a name="FNanchor_99_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_99"><sup>[99]</sup></a> Before his followers could come up, their brave leader was +stretched on the ground, with three mortal wounds: his squires lay +dead by his side; the priest alone, armed with a lance, was protecting +his master from farther injury. "I die like my forefathers," said the +expiring hero, "in a field of battle, and not on a bed of sickness. +Conceal my death, defend my standard,<a name="FNanchor_100_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_100"><sup>[100]</sup></a> and avenge my fall! It is +<span class="newpage"><a name="page58" id="page58">[58]</a></span> +an old prophecy, that a dead man shall gain a field,<a name="FNanchor_101_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_101"><sup>[101]</sup></a> and I hope +it will be accomplished this night."—<i>Godscroft</i>.—With these +words he expired; and the fight was renewed with double obstinacy +around his body. When morning appeared, however, victory began to +incline to the Scottish side. Ralph Percy, brother to Hotspur, +was made prisoner by the earl Marischal, and, shortly after, Harry +Percy<a name="FNanchor_102_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_102"><sup>[102]</sup></a> himself was taken by Lord Montgomery. The number of +captives, according to Wyntoun, nearly equalled that of the victors. +Upon this the English retired, and left the Scots masters of +the dear-bought honours of the field. But the bishop of Durham +approaching, at the head of a body of fresh forces, not only checked +the pursuit of the victors, but made prisoners some of the stragglers, +who had urged the chase too far. The battle was not, however, renewed, +as the bishop of Durham did not venture to attempt the rescue of +Percy. The field was fought 15th August, 1388.—<i>Fordun, Froissard, +Hollinshed, Godscroft</i>.</p> + +<p>The ground, on which this memorable engagement took place, is now the +property of John Davidson, Esq. of Newcastle, and still retains +the name of Battle Cross. A cross, erroneously termed <i>Percy's +Cross</i>, has been erected upon the spot where the gallant Earl +of Douglas is supposed to have fallen. These particulars were +<span class="newpage"><a name="page59" id="page59">[59]</a></span> +communicated to the editor, in the most obliging manner, by the +present proprietor of Otterbourne.</p> + +<p>The ballad, published in the <i>Reliques</i>, is avowedly an English +production; and the author, with a natural partiality, leans to +the side of his countrymen; yet, that ballad, or some one similar, +modified probably by national prejudice, must have been current in +Scotland during the reign of James VI.: for Godscroft, in treating of +this battle, mentions its having been the subject of popular song, and +proceeds thus: But that, which is commonly sung of the <i>Hunting of +Chiviot</i>, seemeth indeed poetical, and a mere fiction, perhaps to +stir up virtue; yet a fiction whereof there is no mention, either in +the Scottish or English Chronicle. Neither are the songs, that are +made of them, both one; for the <i>Scots song made of Otterbourne</i>, +telleth the time, about Lammas; and also the occasion, to take preys +out of England; also the dividing the armies betwixt the earls of Fife +and Douglas, and their several journeys, almost as in the authentic +history. It beginneth thus;</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It fell about the Lammas tide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"When yeomen win their hay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The doughty Douglas 'gan to ride,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"In England to take a prey."—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">GODSCROFT, <i>ed. Edin</i>. 1743. Vol. I. p. 195.</span><br /> + +<p>I cannot venture to assert, that the stanzas, here published, belong +<span class="newpage"><a name="page60" id="page60">[60]</a></span> +to the ballad alluded to by Godscroft; but they come much nearer to +his description than the copy published in the first edition, which +represented Douglas as falling by the poignard of a faithless +page. Yet we learn, from the same author, that the story of the +assassination was not without foundation in tradition.—"There are +that say, that he (Douglas) was not slain by the enemy, but by one of +his own men, a groom of his chamber, whom he had struck the day before +with a truncheon, in ordering of the battle, because he saw him make +somewhat slowly to. And they name this man John Bickerton of Luffness, +who left a part of his armour behind, unfastened, and when he was in +the greatest conflict, this servant of his came behind his back, and +slew him thereat."—<i>Godscroft, ut supra</i>.—"But this narration," +adds the historian, "is not so probable."<a name="FNanchor_103_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_103"><sup>[103]</sup></a> Indeed, it seems to +have no foundation, but the common desire of assigning some remote and +extraordinary cause for the death of a great man. The following ballad +is also inaccurate in many other particulars, and is much shorter, and +<span class="newpage"><a name="page61" id="page61">[61]</a></span> +more indistinct, than that printed in the <i>Reliques</i>, although +many verses are almost the same. Hotspur, for instance, is called +<i>Earl Percy</i>, a title he never enjoyed; neither was Douglas +buried on the field of battle, but in Melrose Abbey, where his tomb is +still shown.</p> + +<p>This song was first published from Mr. Herd's <i>Collection of +Scottish Songs and Ballads</i>, Edin. 1774: 2 vols. octavo; but two +recited copies have fortunately been obtained from the recitation of +old persons residing at the head of Ettrick Forest, by which the story +is brought out, and completed, in a manner much more correspondent to +the true history.</p> + +<p>I cannot dismiss the subject of the Battle of Otterbourne, without +stating (with all the deference due to the father of this species of +literature) a doubt, which occurs to me, as to the account given of +"Sir John of Agurstone," one of the Scottish warriors, in the learned +and excellent notes subjoined to the ballad, in the <i>Reliques of +Ancient Poetry</i>. This personage is there supposed to have been +one of the Haggerstons of Haggerston, a Northumbrian family, who, +according to the fate of war, were sometimes subjects of Scotland. I +cannot, however, think, that at this period, while the English were +in possession both of Berwick and Roxburgh, with the intermediate +fortresses of Wark, Cornwall, and Norham, the Scots possessed any +part of Northumberland, much less a manor which lay within that strong +chain of castles. I should presume the person alluded to rather to +<span class="newpage"><a name="page62" id="page62">[62]</a></span> +have been one of the Rutherfords, barons of Edgerstane, or Adgerston, +a warlike family, which has long flourished on the Scottish borders, +and who were, at this very period, retainers of the house of Douglas. +The same notes contain an account of the other Scottish warriors of +distinction, who were present at the battle. These were, the earls +of Monteith, Buchan, and Huntley; the barons of Maxwell and Johnston; +Swinton of that ilk, an ancient family which, about that period, +produced several distinguished warriors; Sir David (or rather, as the +learned editor well remarks, Sir Walter) Scott of Buccleuch, Stewart +of Garlies, and Murray of Cockpool.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Regibus et legibus Scotici constantes,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Vos clypeis et gladiis pro patria pugnantes,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Vestra est victoria, vestra est et gloria,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>In cantu et historia, perpes est memoria</i>!</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page63" id="page63">[63]</a></span> +<a name="BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_POEM"></a><h3>BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</h3> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It fell about the Lammas tide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the muir-men win their hay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The doughty earl of Douglas rode</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into England, to catch a prey.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He chose the Gordons and the Graemes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With them the Lindesays, light and gay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the Jardines wald not with him ride,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they rue it to this day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And part of Bambrough shire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And three good towers on Roxburgh fells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He left them all on fire.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page64" id="page64">[64]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he march'd up to Newcastle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And rode it round about;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O wha's the lord of this castle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Or wha's the lady o't?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But up spake proud Lord Percy, then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And O but he spake hie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I am the lord of this castle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My wife's the lady gay."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If thou'rt the lord of this castle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sae weel it pleases me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For, ere I cross the border fells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The tane of us shall die."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took a lang spear in his hand.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shod with the metal free,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And for to meet the Douglas there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He rode right furiouslie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But O how pale his lady look'd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae aff the castle wa',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When down, before the Scottish spear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She saw proud Percy fa',</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page65" id="page65">[65]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Had we twa been upon the green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And never an eye to see,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wad hae had you, flesh and fell<a name="FNanchor_104_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_104"><sup>[104]</sup></a>;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But your sword sall gae wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But gae ye up to Otterbourne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And wait there dayis three;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, if I come not ere three dayis end,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A fause knight ca' ye me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The Otterbourne's a bonnie burn;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"'Tis pleasant there to be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But there is nought at Otterbourne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To feed my men and me.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page66" id="page66">[66]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The deer rins wild on hill and dale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The birds fly wild from tree to tree;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But there is neither bread nor kale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To fend<a name="FNanchor_105_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_105"><sup>[105]</sup></a> my men and me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Yet I will stay at Otterbourne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where you shall welcome be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, if ye come not at three dayis end,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A fause lord I'll ca' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thither will I come," proud Percy said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"By the might of Our Ladye!"—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There will I bide thee," said the Douglas,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My trowth I plight to thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They lighted high on Otterbourne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the bent sae brown;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They lighted high on Otterbourne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And threw their pallions down.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he that had a bonnie boy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sent out his horse to grass;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he that had not a bonnie boy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His ain servant he was.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But up then spake a little page,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before the peep of dawn—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For Percy's hard at hand."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page67" id="page67">[67]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sae loud I hear ye lie:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Percy had not men yestreen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To dight my men and me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But I hae dream'd a dreary dream,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Beyond the Isle of Sky;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I saw a dead man win a fight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I think that man was I."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He belted on his good braid sword,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to the field he ran;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he forgot the helmet good,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That should have kept his brain.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Percy wi' the Douglas met,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat he was fu' fain!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They swakked their swords, till sair they swat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the blood ran down like rain.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Percy, with his good broad sword,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That could so sharply wound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has wounded Douglas on the brow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till he fell to the ground.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page68" id="page68">[68]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then he call'd on his little foot-page.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said—"Run speedilie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And fetch my ain dear sister's son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sir Hugh Montgomery."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My nephew good," the Douglas said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What recks the death of ane!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Last night I dream'd a dreary dream,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I ken the day's thy ain,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Take thou the vanguard of the three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And hide me by the braken bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That grows on yonder lilye lee,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O bury me by the braken bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Beneath the blooming briar;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Let never living mortal ken,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That ere a kindly Scot lies here."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He lifted up that noble lord,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' the saut tear in his e'e;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hid him in the braken bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That his merrie men might not see.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page69" id="page69">[69]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The moon was clear, the day drew near,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The spears in flinders flew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But mony a gallant Englishman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere day the Scotsmen slew.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Gordons good, in English blood,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They steep'd their hose and shoon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Lindsays flew like fire about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till all the fray was done.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Percy and Montgomery met,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That either of other were fain;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They swapped swords, and they twa swat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aye the blude ran down between.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Yield thee, O yield thee, Percy!" he said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Or else I vow I'll lay thee low!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whom to shall I yield," said Earl Percy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now that I see it must be so?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But yield thee to the braken bush,<a name="FNanchor_106_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_106"><sup>[106]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That grows upon yon lilye lee!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page70" id="page70">[70]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I will not yield to a braken bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Nor yet will I yield to a briar;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I would yield to Earl Douglas,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were here."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stuck his sword's point in the gronde;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Montgomery was a courteous knight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And quickly took him by the honde.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This deed was done at Otterbourne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">About the breaking of the day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Percy led captive away.</span><br /> + +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="pagepage71" id="page71">[71]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE."></a><h3>NOTES ON THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</h3> + +<p><i>He chose the Gordons and the Graemes</i>.—P. 64. v. 2.</p> + +<p>The illustrious family of Gordon was originally settled upon the lands +of Gordon and Huntly, in the shire of Berwick, and are, therefore, of +border extraction. The steps, by which they removed from thence to the +shires of Aberdeen and Inverness, are worthy notice. In 1300, Adam de +Gordon was warden of the marches.—<i>Rymer</i>, Vol. II. p. 870. He +obtained, from Robert the Bruce, a grant of the forfeited estate of +David de Strathbolgie, Earl of Athol; but no possession followed, +the earl having returned to his allegiance.—John de Gordon, his +great-grandson, obtained, from Robert II., a new charter of the lands +of Strathbolgie, which had been once more and finally forfeited, by +David, Earl of Athol, slaine in the battle of Kilblene. This grant is +dated 13th July, 1376. John de Gordon who was destined to transfer, +from the borders of England to those of the Highlands, a powerful +and martial race, was himself a redoubted warrior, and many of his +exploits occur in the annals of that turbulent period. In 1371-2, the +English borderers invaded and plundered the lands of Gordon, on the +Scottish east march. Sir John of Gordon retaliated, by an incursion +<span class="newpage"><a name="page72" id="page72">[72]</a></span> +on Northumberland, where he collected much spoil. But, as he returned +with his booty, he was attacked, at unawares, by Sir John Lillburne, +a Northumbrian, who, with a superior force, lay near Carham in ambush, +to intercept him. Gordon harangued and cheered his followers, charged +the English gallantly, and, after having himself been five times in +great peril, gained a complete victory; slaying many southerns, and +taking their leader and his brother captive. According to the prior of +Lochlevin, he was desperately wounded; but</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thare rays a welle gret renowne,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And gretly prysyd wes gud Gordown."</span><br /> + +<p>Shortly after this exploit, Sir John of Gordon encountered and +routed Sir Thomas Musgrave, a renowned English marc-hman whom he made +prisoner. The lord of Johnstone had, about the same time, gained a +great advantage on the west border; and hence, says Wynton,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He and the Lord of Gordowne</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had a soverane gud renown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of ony that war of thare degré,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For full thai war of gret bounté.</span><br /> + +<p>Upon another occasion, John of Gordon is said to have partially +succeeded in the surprisal of the town of Berwick, although the +superiority of the garrison obliged him to relinquish his enterprise.</p> + +<p>The ballad is accurate, in introducing this warrior, with his clan, +into the host of Douglas at Otterbourne. Perhaps, as he was in +possession of his extensive northern domains, he brought to the +field the northern broad-swords, as well as the lances of his eastern +borderers. With his gallant leader, he lost his life in the deadly +conflict. The English ballad commemorates his valour and prudence;</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The Erle of Huntley, cawte and kene."</span><br /> + +<p>But the title is a premature designation. The earldom of Huntly was +first conferred on Alexander Seaton, who married the grand-daughter +<span class="newpage"><a name="page73" id="page73">[73]</a></span> +of the hero of Otterbourne, and assumed his title from Huntly, in the +north. Besides his eldest son Adam, who carried on the line of the +family, Sir John de Gordon left two sons, known, in tradition, by +the familiar names of <i>Jock</i> and <i>Tam</i>. The former was the +ancestor of the Gordons of Pitlurg; the latter of those of Lesmoir, +and of Craig-Gordon. This last family is now represented by James +Gordon, Esq. of Craig, being the eleventh, in direct descent, from Sir +John de Gordon.</p> +<br /> + +<p><i>The Graemes</i>.</p> + +<p>The clan of Graeme, always numerous and powerful upon the border, were +of Scottish origin, and deduce the descent of their chieftain, Graeme +of Netherby, from John <i>with the bright sword</i>, a son of Malice +Graeme, Earl of Menteith, who flourished in the fourteenth century. +Latterly, they <i>became Englishmen</i>, as the phrase went, and +settled upon the Debateable Land, whence they were transported to +Ireland, by James VI., with the exception of a very few respectable +families; "because," said his majesty in a proclamation, "they do all +(but especially the Graemes) confess themselves to be no meet persons +to live in these countries; and also, to the intent their lands may +be inhabited by others, of good and honest conversation." But, in the +reign of Henry IV., the Graemes of the border still adhered to the +Scottish allegiance, as appears from the tower of Graeme in Annandale, +Graemes Walls in Tweeddale, and other castles within Scotland, to +which they have given their name. The reader is, however, at liberty +to suppose, that the Graemes of the Lennox and Menteith, always ready +to shed their blood in the cause of their country, on this occasion +joined Douglas.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With them the Lindsays light and gay</i>.—p. 64. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The chief of this ancient family, at the date of the battle of +<span class="newpage"><a name="page74" id="page74">[74]</a></span> +Otterbourne, was David Liudissay, lord of Glenesk, afterwards created +Earl of Crawford. He was, after the manner of the times, a most +accomplished knight. He survived the battle of Otterbourne, and the +succeeding carnage of Homildon. In May, 1390, he went to England, to +seek adventures of chivalry; and justed, upon London Bridge, against +the lord of Wells, an English knight, with so much skill and success, +as to excite, among the spectators, a suspicion that he was tied +to his saddle; which he removed, by riding up to the royal chair, +vaulting out of his saddle, and resuming his seat without assistance, +although loaded with complete armour. In 1392, Lindsay was nearly +slain in a strange manner. A band of Catterans, or wild Highlanders, +had broken down from the Grampian Hills, and were engaged in +plundering the county of Angus. Walter Ogilvy, the sheriff, with +Sir Patrick Gray, marched against them, and were joined by Sir +David Lindsay. Their whole retinue did not exceed sixty men, and the +Highlanders were above three hundred. Nevertheless, trusting to +the superiority of arms and discipline, the knights rushed on the +invaders, at Gasclune, in the Stormont. The issue was unfortunate. +Ogilvy, his brother, and many of his kindred, were overpowered and +slain. Lindsay, armed at all points, made great slaughter among the +naked Catterans; but, as he pinned one of them to the earth with +his lance, the dying mountaineer writhed upwards and, collecting +his force, fetched a blow with his broad-sword which cut through the +knight's stirrup-leather and steel-boot and nearly severed his leg. +The Highlander expired, and Lindsay was with difficulty borne out of +the field by his followers—<i>Wyntown</i>. Lindsay is also noted +for a retort, made to the famous Hotspur. At a march-meeting, at +Haldane-Stank, he happened to observe, that Percy was sheathed in +complete armour. "It is for fear of the English horsemen," said +Percy, in explanation; for he was already meditating the insurrection, +immortalised by Shakespeare. "Ah! Sir Harry," answered Lindsay, "I +have seen you more sorely bestad by Scottish footmen than by English +horse."—<i>Wyntown</i>. Such was the leader of the "<i>Lindsays light +and guy</i>."</p> + +<p>According to Froissard, there were three Lindsays in the battle of +Otterbourne, whom he calls Sir William, Sir James, and Sir Alexander. +To Sir James Lindsay there fell "a strange chance of war," which I +<span class="newpage"><a name="page75" id="page75">[75]</a></span> +give in the words of the old historian. "I shall shewe you of Sir +Mathewe Reedman (an English warrior, and governor of Berwick), who +was on horsebacke, to save himselfe, for he alone coude nat remedy the +mater. At his departynge, Sir James Limsay was nere him, and sawe Sir +Mathewe departed. And this Sir James, to wyn honour, followed in chase +Sir Mathewe Reedman, and came so nere him, that he myght have stryken +hym with hys speare, if he had lyst. Than he said, 'Ah! Sir knyght, +tourne! it is a shame thus to fly! I am James of Lindsay. If ye +will nat tourne, I shall strike you on the back with my speare.' Sir +Mathewe spoke no worde, but struke his hors with his spurres sorer +than he did before. In this maner he chased hym more than three myles. +And at last Sir Mathewe Reedman's hors foundered, and fell under hym. +Than he stept forthe on the erthe, and drewe oute his swerde, and toke +corage to defend himselfe. And the Scotte thoughte to have stryken hym +on the brest, but Sir Mathewe Reedman swerved fro the stroke, and the +speare point entred into the erthe. Than Sir Mathewe strake asonder +the speare wyth his swerde. And whan Sir James Limsay sawe howe he had +lost his speare, he cast away the tronchon, and lyghted a-fote, and +toke a lytell battell-axe, that he carryed at his backe, and handled +it with his one hand, quickly and delyverly, in the whyche feate +Scottes be well experte. And than he set at Sir Mathewe, and he +defended himselfe properly. Thus they journeyed toguyder, one with an +axe, and the other with a swerde, a longe season, and no man to lette +them. Fynally, Sir James Limsay gave the knyght such strokes, and +helde him so shorte, that he was putte out of brethe in such wyse, +that he yelded himselfe, and sayde,—'Sir James Limsay, I yeld me to +you.'—'Well,' quod he; 'and I receyve you, rescue or no rescue.'—'I +am content,' quod Reedman, 'so ye dele wyth me like a good +companyon.'—'I shall not fayle that,' quod Limsay, and so put up his +swerde. 'Well,' said Reedman, 'what will ye nowe that I shall do? I +am your prisoner; ye have conquered me; I wolde gladly go agayn +<span class="newpage"><a name="page76" id="page76">[76]</a></span> +to Newcastell, and, within fiftene dayes, I shall come to you into +Scotlande, where as ye shall assigne me.'—'I am content,' quod +Limsay; 'ye shall promyse, by your faythe, to present yourselfe, +within these foure wekes, at Edinborowe; and wheresoever ye go, +to repute yourselfe my prisoner.' All this Sir Mathewe sware, and +promised to fulfil."</p> + +<p>The warriors parted upon these liberal terms, and Reedman returned +to Newcastle. But Lindsay had scarcely ridden a mile, when he met the +bishop of Durham, with 500 horse, whom he rode towards, believing them +to be Scottish, until he was too near them to escape. The bysshoppe +stepte to him, and sayde, 'Limsay, ye are taken; yelde ye to +me.'—'Who be you?' quod Limsay. 'I am,' quod he, 'the bysshoppe of +Durham.'—'And fro whens come you, sir?' quod Limsay. 'I come fro the +battell,' quod the bysshoppe, 'but I strucke never a stroke there. I +go backe to Newcastell for this night, and ye shal go with me.'—'I +may not chuse,' quod Limsay, 'sith ye will have it so. I have taken, +and I am taken; suche is the adventures of armes.' Lindsay was +accordingly conveyed to the bishop's lodgings in Newcastle, and here +he was met by his prisoner, Sir Matthew Reedman; who founde hym in a +studye, lying in a windowe, and sayde, 'What! Sir James Lindsay, what +make you here?' Than Sir James came forth of the study to him, and +saydc, 'By my fayth, Sir Mathewe, fortune hath brought me hyder; for, +as soon as I was departed fro you, I mete by chaunce the bisshoppe of +Durham, to whom I am prisoner, as ye be to me. I beleve ye shall +not nede to come to Edenborowe to me to mak your fynaunce. I thynk, +rather, we shall make an exchange one for another, if the bysshoppe +be also contente.'—'Well, sir,' quod Reedman, 'we shall accord ryghte +well toguyder; ye shall dine this day with me: the bysshoppe and our +men be gone forth to fyght with your men. I can nat tell what we +shall know at their retourne.'—'I am content to dyne with you,' quod +Limsay."—<i>Froissart's Chronicle</i>, translated by Bourchier, Lord +Berners, Vol. I, chap. 146.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page77" id="page77">[77]</a></span> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>O gran bontà de' cavalieri antiqui!</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Eran rivali, eran di fè diversi;</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>E si sentian, de gli aspri colpi iniqui,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Per tutta la persona anco dolersi;</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>E pur per selve oscure, e calle inqui</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Insieme van senza sospetto aversi.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">L'Orlando.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But the Jardines wald not with him ride</i>.—P. 64. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The Jardines were a clan of hardy west-border men. Their chief +was Jardine of Applegirth. Their refusal to ride with Douglas was, +probably, the result of one of those perpetual feuds, which usually +rent to pieces a Scottish army.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And he that had a bonny boy,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Sent out his horse to grass</i>.—P. 67. v, 4.</span><br /> + +<p>Froissard describes a Scottish host, of the same period, as consisting +of "IIII. M. men of armes, knightis, and squires, mounted on good +horses; and other X.M. men of warre armed, after their gyse, right +hardy and firse, mounted on lytle hackneys, the whiche were never +tyed, nor kept at hard meat, but lette go to pasture in the fieldis +and bushes."—<i>Cronykle of Froissart</i>, translated by Lord +Berners, Chap. xvii.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page78" id="page78">[78]</a></span> +<a name="THE_SANG"></a><h2>THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.</h2> +<br /> + +<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. It is certain, that, during the civil wars +betwixt Bruce and Baliol, the family of Philiphaugh existed, and was +powerful; for their ancestor, Archibald de Moravia, subscribes the +oath of fealty to Edward I.A.D. 1296. It is, therefore, not unlikely, +that, residing in a wild and frontier country, they may have, at one +<span class="newpage"><a name="page79" id="page79">[79]</a></span> +period or other, during these commotions, refused allegiance to the +feeble monarch of the day, and thus extorted from him some grant of +territory or jurisdiction. It is also certain, that, by a charter +from James IV., dated November 30, 1509, John Murray of Philiphaugh +is vested with the dignity of heritable sheriff of Ettrick Forest, +an office held by his descendants till the final abolition of such +jurisdictions by 28th George II. cap. 23. But it seems difficult to +believe that the circumstances, mentioned in the ballad, could occur +under the reign of so vigorous a monarch as James IV. It is true, that +the <i>Dramatis Personae</i> introduced seem to refer to the end of +the fifteenth, or beginning of the sixteenth, century; but from this +it can only be argued, that the author himself lived soon after that +period. It may, therefore, be supposed (unless farther evidence can +be produced, tending to invalidate the conclusion), that the bard, +willing to pay his court to the family, has connected the grant of the +sheriffship by James IV. with some further dispute betwixt the Murrays +of Philiphaugh and their sovereign, occurring, either while they were +engaged upon the side of Baliol, or in the subsequent reigns of David +II. and Robert II. and III., when the English possessed great part +of the Scottish frontier, and the rest was in so lawless a state as +hardly to acknowledge any superior. At the same time, this reasoning +is not absolutely conclusive. James IV. had particular reasons for +desiring that Ettrick Forest, which actually formed part of the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page80" id="page80">[80]</a></span> +jointure lands of Margaret, his queen, should be kept in a state of +tranquillity.—<i>Rymer</i>, Vol. XIII. p. 66. In order to accomplish +this object, it was natural for him, according to the policy of his +predecessors to invest one great family with the power of keeping +order among the rest. It is even probable, that the Philiphaugh family +may have had claims upon part of the lordship of Ettrick Forest, which +lay intermingled with their own extensive possessions; and, in the +course of arranging, not indeed the feudal superiority, but the +property, of these lands, a dispute may have arisen, of sufficient +importance to be the ground-work of a ballad.—It is farther probable, +that the Murrays, like other border clans, were in a very lawless +state, and held their lands merely by occupancy, without any feudal +right. Indeed, the lands of the various proprietors in Ettrick Forest +(being a royal demesne) were held by the possessors, not in property, +but as the kindly tenants, or rentallers, of the crown; and it is only +about 150 years since they obtained charters, striking the feu-duty of +each proprietor, at the rate of the quit-rent, which he formerly paid. +This state of possession naturally led to a confusion of rights and +claims. The kings of Scotland were often reduced to the humiliating +necessity of compromising such matters with their rebellious subjects, +and James himself even entered into a sort of league with Johnie Faa, +the king of the gypsies.—Perhaps, therefore, the tradition, handed +<span class="newpage"><a name="page81" id="page81">[81]</a></span> +down in this song, may have had more foundation than it would at +present be proper positively to assert.</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 at +Hangingshaw, the seat of the Philiphaugh family; although, upon first +perusing a copy of the ballad, he was inclined to subscribe to the +popular opinion. The tower of Hangingshaw has been demolished for many +years. It stood in a romantic and solitary situation, on the classical +banks of the Yarrow. When the mountains around Hangingshaw were +covered with the wild copse which constituted a Scottish forest, a +more secure strong-hold for an outlawed baron can hardly be imagined.</p> + +<p>The tradition of Ettrick Forest bears, that the Outlaw was a man of +prodigious strength, possessing a batton or club, with which he laid +<i>lee</i> (i.e. waste) the country for many miles round; and that +he was at length slain by Buccleuch, or some of his clan, at a little +mount, covered with fir-trees, adjoining to Newark castle, and said to +have been a part of the garden. A varying tradition bears the place +<span class="newpage"><a name="page82" id="page82">[82]</a></span> +of his death to have been near to the house of the Duke of Buccleuch's +game-keeper, beneath the castle; and, that the fatal arrow was shot by +Scot of Haining, from the ruins of a cottage on the opposite side of +the Yarrow. There was extant, within these twenty years, some verses +of a song on his death. The feud betwixt the Outlaw and the Scotts 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 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.</p> + +<p>The arms of the Philiphaugh family are said by tradition to allude +<span class="newpage"><a name="page83" id="page83">[83]</a></span> +to their outlawed state. They are indeed those of a huntsman, and are +blazoned thus; Argent, a hunting horn sable, stringed and garnished +gules, on a chief azure, three stars of the first. Crest, a Demi +Forester, winding his horn, proper. Motto, <i>Hinc usque superna +venabor</i>.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<a name="THE_SANG_POEM"></a><h3>THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ettricke Foreste is a feir foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In it grows manie a semelie trie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's hart and hynd, and dae and rae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of a' wilde beastes grete plentie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's a feir castelle, bigged wi' lyme and stane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O! gin it stands not pleasauntlie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the forefront o' that castelle feir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twa unicorns are bra' to see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the grene hollin abune their brie.<a name="FNanchor_107_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_107"><sup>[107]</sup></a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There an Outlaw keeps five hundred men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He keepis a royalle cumpanie!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page84" id="page84">[84]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His merryemen are a' in ae liverye clad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O' the Liukome grene saye gaye to see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He and his ladye in purple clad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O! gin they lived not royallie!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Word is gane to our nobil king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Edinburgh, where that he lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That there was an Outlaw in Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Counted him nought, nor a' his courtrie gay.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I make a vowe," then the gude king said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto the man that deir bought me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'se either be king of Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or king of Scotlonde that Outlaw sail be!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then spak the lord, hight Hamilton,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to the nobil king said he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My sovereign prince, sum counsell take,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">First at your nobilis, syne at me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I redd ye, send yon braw Outlaw till,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see gif your man cum will he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Desyre him cum and be your man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hald of you yon Foreste frie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page85" id="page85">[85]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gif he refuses to do that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll conquess baith his landis and he!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else, we'll throw his castell down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And make a widowe o' his gay ladye."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king then call'd a gentleman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">James Boyd, (the Earl of Arran his brother was he)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When James he cam befor the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He knelit befor him on his kné.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wellcum, James Boyd!" said our nobil king;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A message ye maun gang for me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye maun hye to Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To yon Outlaw, where bydeth he:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ask him of whom he haldis his landis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or man, wha may his master be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And desyre him cum, and be my man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hald of me yon Foreste frie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To Edinburgh to cum and gang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His safe warrant I sall gie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gif he refuses to do that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll conquess baith his landis and he.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page86" id="page86">[86]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thou may'st vow I'll cast his castell down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mak a widowe o' his gay ladye;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll hang his merryemen, payr by payr,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In ony frith where I may them see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">James Boyd tuik his leave o' the nobil king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Ettricke Foreste feir cam he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He saw the feir Foreste wi' his e'e.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baithe dae and rae, and hart and hinde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of a' wilde beastis great plentie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He heard the bows that bauldly ring,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And arrows whidderan' hym near bi.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of that feir castell he got a sight;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The like he neir saw wi' his e'e!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On the fore front o' that castell feir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twa unicorns were gaye to see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the grene hollin abune their brie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thereat he spyed five hundred men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shuting with bows on Newark Lee;</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page87" id="page87">[87]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were a' in ae livery clad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His men were a' clad in the grene,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The knight was armed capapie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a bended bow, on a milk-white steed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I wot they ranked right bonilie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thereby Boyd kend he was master man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And serv'd him in his ain degré.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy ladye, and all thy chyvalrie!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Marry, thou's wellcum, gentelman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some king's messenger thou seemis to be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The king of Scotlonde sent me here,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wad wot of whom ye hald your landis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or man, wha may thy master be?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thir landis are MINE!" the Outlaw said;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I ken nae king in Christentie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae Soudron<a name="FNanchor_108_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_108"><sup>[108]</sup></a> I this Foreste wan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the king nor his knightis were not to see."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page88" id="page88">[88]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He desyres you'l cum to Edinburgh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hauld of him this Foreste frie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, gif ye refuse to do this,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'll conquess baith thy landis and thee.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He hath vow'd to cast thy castell down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mak a widowe o' thy gaye ladye;</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He'll hang thy merryemen, payr by payr,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In ony frith where he may them finde."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Aye, by my troth!" the Outlaw said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Than wald I think me far behinde.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"E'er the king my feir countrie get,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This land that's nativest to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mony o' his nobilis sall be cauld,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their ladyes sall be right wearie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then spak his ladye, feir of face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She seyd, "Without consent of me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That an Outlaw suld cum befor a King;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am right rad<a name="FNanchor_109_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_109"><sup>[109]</sup></a> of treasonrie.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Edinburgh my lord sall nevir see."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page89" id="page89">[89]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">James Boyd tuik his leave o' the Outlaw kene,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Edinburgh boun is he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When James he cam befor the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He knelit lowlie on his kné.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wellcum, James Boyd!" seyd our nobil king;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What Foreste is Ettricke Foreste frie?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ettricke Foreste is the feirest foreste</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That evir man saw wi' his e'e.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There's the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of a' wild beastis grete plentie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's a pretty castell of lyme and stane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O gif it stands not pleasauntlie!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There's in the forefront o' that castell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' the grene hollin abune their brie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He keepis a royalle cumpanie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His merrymen in ae livery clad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O' the Linkome grene sae gaye to see:</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page90" id="page90">[90]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He and his ladye in purple clad;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O! gin they live not royallie!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He says, yon Foreste is his awin;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He wan it frae the Southronie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae as he wan it, sae will he keep it,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Contrair all kingis in Christentie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gar warn me Perthshire, and Angus baith;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fife up and down, and the Louthians three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And graith my horse!" said the nobil king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For to Ettricke Foreste hie will I me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then word is gane the Outlaw till,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Ettricke Foreste, where dwelleth he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the king was cuming to his cuntrie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To conquess baith his landis and he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I mak a vow," the Outlaw said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I mak a vow, and that trulie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were there but three men to tak my pairt;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yon king's cuming full deir suld be!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page91" id="page91">[91]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then messengers he called forth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bade them hie them speedilye—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ane of ye gae to Halliday,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The laird of the Corhead is he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He certain is my sister's son;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bid him cum quick and succour me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king cums on for Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And landless men we a' will be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What news? What news?" said Halliday,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Man, frae thy master unto me?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Not as ye wad; seeking your aide;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king's his mortal enemie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Aye, by my troth!" said Halliday,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Even for that it repenteth me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For gif he lose feir Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'll tak feir Moffatdale frae me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll meet him wi' five hundred men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And surely mair, if mae may be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And before he gets the Foreste feir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We a' will die on Newark Lee!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page92" id="page92">[92]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Outlaw call'd a messenger,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bid him hie him speedilye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Andrew Murray of Cockpool—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That man's a deir cousin to me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Desyre him cum, and mak me ayd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With a' the power that he may be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It stands me hard," Andrew Murray said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Judge gif it stands na hard wi' me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To enter against a king wi' crown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set my landis in jeopardie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet, if I cum not on the day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely at night he sall me see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Sir James Murray of Traquair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A message cam right speedilye—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What news? What news?" James Murray said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Man, frae thy master unto me?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What neids I tell? for weell ye ken,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king's his mortal enemie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now he is cuming to Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And landless men ye a' will be."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page93" id="page93">[93]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, by my trothe," James Murray said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wi' that Outlaw will I live and die;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king has gifted my landis lang syne—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It cannot be nae warse wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king was cuming thro' Caddon Ford<a name="FNanchor_110_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_110_110"><sup>[110]</sup></a>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And full five thousand men was he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They saw the derke Foreste them before,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They thought it awsome for to see.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then spak the lord, hight Hamilton,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to the nobil king said he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My sovereign liege, sum council tak,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">First at your nobilis, syne at me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Desyre him mete thee at Permanscore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring four in his cumpanie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five erles sall gang yoursell befor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gude cause that you suld honour'd be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, gif he refuses to do that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll conquess baith his landis and he;</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page94" id="page94">[94]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There sall nevir a Murray, after him,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hald land in Ettricke Foreste frie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then spak the kene laird of Buckscleuth,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A stalworthye man, and sterne was he—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For a king to gang an Outlaw till,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is beneath his state and his dignitie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The man that wons yon Foreste intill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He lives by reif and felonie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wherefore, brayd on, my sovereign liege!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' fire and sword we'll follow thee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or, gif your courtrie lords fa' back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our borderers sall the onset gie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then out and spak the nobil king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And round him cast a wilie e'e—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now haud thy tongue, Sir Walter Scott,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor speik of reif nor felonie:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For, had everye honeste man his awin kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A right puir clan thy name wad be!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king then call'd a gentleman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Royal banner bearer there was he;</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page95" id="page95">[95]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">James Hop Pringle of Torsonse, by name;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He cam and knelit upon his kné.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A message ye maun gang for me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye maun gae to yon Outlaw Murray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely where bauldly bideth he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bid him mete me at Permanscore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring four in his cumpanie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five erles sall cum wi' mysell</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gude reason I suld honour'd be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, gif he refuses to do that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bid him luke for nae good o' me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ther sall nevir a Murray, after him,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have land in Ettricke Foreste frie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">James cam befor the Outlaw kene,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And serv'd him in his ain degré—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What message frae the king to me?"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page96" id="page96">[96]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He bidds ye mete him at Permanscore,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring four in your cumpanie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five erles sall gang himsell befor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nae mair in number will he be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, gif you refuse to do that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(I freely here upgive wi' thee)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'll cast yon bonny castle down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mak a widowe o' that gaye ladye.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He'll loose yon bluidhound borderers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' fire and sword to follow thee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There will nevir a Murray, after thysell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Have land in Ettricke Foreste frie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It stands me hard," the Outlaw said;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Judge gif it stands na hard wi' me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wha reck not losing of mysell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a' my offspring after me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My merryemen's lives, my widowe's teirs—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There lies the pang that pinches me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I am straught in bluidie eard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yon castell will be right dreirie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page97" id="page97">[97]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Auld Halliday, young Halliday,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye sall be twa to gang wi' me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Andrew Murray, and Sir James Murray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll be nae mae in cumpanie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When that they cam befor the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They fell befor him on their kné—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Grant mercie, mercie, nobil king!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en for his sake that dyed on trie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sicken like mercie sall ye have;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On gallows ye sall hangit be!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Over God's forbode," quoth the Outlaw then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I hope your grace will bettir be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Else, ere ye come to Edinburgh port,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow thin guarded sall ye be:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thir landis of Ettricke Foreste feir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wan them from the enemie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Contrair a' kingis in Christentie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All the nobilis the king about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said pitie it were to see him die—</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page98" id="page98">[98]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Yet graunt me mercie, sovereign prince!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Extend your favour unto me!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll give thee the keys of my castell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' the blessing o' my gaye ladye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gin thoul't mak me sheriffe of this Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' my offspring after me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wilt thou give me the keys of thy castell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' the blessing of thy gaye ladye?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'se mak thee sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely while upwards grows the trie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If you be not traitour to the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forfaulted sall thou nevir be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But, prince, what sall cum o' my men?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I gae back, traitour they'll ca' me.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I had rather lose my life and land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'er my merryemen rebuked me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Will your merryemen amend their lives?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' their pardons I graunt thee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now, name thy landis where'er they lie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And here I RENDER them to thee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page99" id="page99">[99]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fair Philiphaugh is mine by right,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Lewinshope still mine shall be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Newark, Foulshiells, and Tinnies baith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My bow and arrow purchased me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I have native steads to me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Newark Lee and Hangingshaw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have mony steads in the Foreste shaw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But them by name I dinna knaw."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The keys o' the castell he gave the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' the blessing o' his feir ladye;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was made sheriffe of Ettricke Foreste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Surely while upwards grows the trie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And if he was na traitour to the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Forfaulted he suld nevir be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wha ever heard, in ony times,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sicken an Outlaw in his degré,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sick favour get befor a king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As did the OUTLAW MURRAY of the Foreste frie?</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page100" id="page100">[100]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_THE_SANG"></a><h3>NOTES ON THE SANG OF THE OUTLAW MURRAY.</h3> +<br /> + +<p><i>Then spak the Lord, hight Hamilton</i>.—P. 86. v. 4.</p> + +<p>This is, in most copies, the <i>earl</i> hight Hamilton, which must be +a mistake of the reciters, as the family did not enjoy that title till +1503.</p> +<br /> + +<p><i>James Boyd (the Earl of Arran his brother), &c.</i>—P. 87. v. 2.</p> + +<p>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 favour 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.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Down Birkendale Brae when that he cam</i>.—P. 88, v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>Birkendale Brae, now commonly called <i>Birkendailly</i>, is a steep +descent on the south side of Minch-Moor, which separates Tweeddale +from Ettrick Forest; and from the top of which you have the first view +of the woods of Hangingshaw, the castle of Newark, and the romantic +dale of Yarrow.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page101" id="page101">[101]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The laird of the Corehead, &c.</i>—P. 93. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>This is a place at the head of Moffat-water, possessed of old by the +family of Halliday.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To Andrew Murray of Cockpool</i>.—P. 94. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>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."</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>To Sir James Murray of Traquair</i>.—P. 94. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>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 "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 to 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."</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>James Hop Pringle of Torsonse</i>.—P. 97. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>The honourable name of Pringle, or Hoppringle, is of great antiquity +in Roxburghshire and Selkirkshire. The old tower of Torsonse is +situated upon the banks of the Gala. I believe the Pringles of +Torsonse are now represented by Sir James Pringle of Stitchell. There +are three other ancient and distinguished families of this name; those +<span class="newpage"><a name="page102" id="page102">[102]</a></span> +of Whitebank, Clifton, and Torwoodlee.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>He bids ye mete him at Permanscore</i>.—P. 98. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Permanscore is a hollow on the top of a high ridge of hills, +dividing the vales of Tweed and Yarrow, a little to the east-ward 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> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>"Then he was aware of the king's coming,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With hundreds three in company,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>I wot the muckle deel * * * * *</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>He learned kings to lie!</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For to fetch me here frae amang my men,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Here like a dog for to die."</i></span><br /> + +<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.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Fair Philiphaugh is mine by right</i>.—P. 101. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>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.</p> + +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page103" id="page103">[103]</a></span> +<a name="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG"></a><h2>JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>There will be such frequent occasion, in the course of this volume, to +mention the clan, or sept, of the Armstrongs, that the editor finds +it necessary to prefix, to this ballad, some general account of that +tribe.</p> + +<p>The Armstrongs appear to have been, at an early period, in possession +of great part of Liddesdale, and of the Debateable Land. Their +immediate neighbourhood to England, rendered them the most lawless of +the Border depredators; and, as much of the country possessed by them +was claimed by both kingdoms, the inhabitants, protected from justice +by the one nation, in opposition to the other, securely preyed upon +both.<a name="FNanchor_111_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_111_111"><sup>[111]</sup></a> The chief was Armstrong of Mangertoun; but, at a later +<span class="newpage"><a name="page104" id="page104">[104]</a></span> +period, they are declared a broken clan, i.e. one which had no lawful +head, to become surety for their good behaviour. The rapacity of this +clan, and of their allies, the Elliots, occasioned the popular saying, +"Elliots and Armstrongs ride thieves all."—But to what Border-family +of note, in former days, would not such an adage have been equally +applicable? All along the river Liddel may still be discovered the +ruins of towers, possessed by this numerous clan. They did not, +however, entirely trust to these fastnesses; but, when attacked by a +superior force, abandoned entirely their dwellings, and retired into +morasses, accessible by paths known to themselves alone. One of +their most noted places of refuge was the Tarras Moss, a desolate and +horrible marsh, through which a small river takes its course. Upon its +banks are found some dry spots, which were occupied by these outlaws, +and their families, in cases of emergency. The stream runs furiously +among huge rocks, which has occasioned a popular saying—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Was ne'er are drown'd in Tarras, nor yet in doubt,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For e'er the head can win down, the harns (brains) are out.</i></span><br /> + +<p>The morass itself is so deep, that, according to an old historian, two +spears tied together would not reach the bottom. In this retreat, +the Armstrongs, <i>anno</i> 1588, baffled the Earl of Angus, when +lieutenant on the Border, although he reckoned himself so skilful in +winding a thief, that he declared, "he had the same pleasure in it, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page105" id="page105">[105]</a></span> +as others in a hunting a hare." On this occasion he was totally +unsuccessful, and nearly lost his relation, Douglas of Ively, whom the +freebooters made prisoner.—<i>Godscroft</i> Vol. II. p. 411.</p> + +<p>Upon another occasion the Armstrongs were less fortunate. They had, +in one of their incursions, plundered the town of Haltwhistle, on the +borders of Cumberland. Sir Robert Carey, warden of the west marches, +demanded satisfaction from the king of Scotland, and received for +answer, that the offenders were no subjects of his, and that he +might take his own revenge. The English warden, accordingly entered +Llddesdale, and ravaged the lands of the outlaws; on which occasion, +<i>Sim of the Cat-hill</i> (an Armstrong) was killed by one of the +Ridleys of Haltwhistle. This incident procured Haltwhistle another +visit from the Armstrongs, in which they burnt great part of the town, +but not without losing one of their leaders, by a shot from a window.</p> + +<p>"The death of this young man (says Sir Robert Carey) wrote (wrought) +so deep an impression upon them (the outlaws), as many vowes were +made, that, before the end of next winter, they would lay the whole +Border waste. This (the murder) was done about the end of May (1598). +The chiefe of all these outlaws was <i>old Sim of Whittram</i>.<a name="FNanchor_112_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_112_112"><sup>[112]</sup></a> +He had five or six sonnes, as able men as the Borders had. This old +<span class="newpage"><a name="page106" id="page106">[106]</a></span> +man and his sonnes had not so few as two hundred at their commands, +that were ever ready to ride with them to all actions, at their beck.</p> + +<p>The high parts of the marsh (march) towards Scotland were put in a +mighty fear, and the chiefe of them, for themselves and the rest, +petitioned to mee, and did assure mee, that, unless I did take some +course with them, by the end of that summer, there was none of the +inhabitants durst, or would, stay in their dwellings the next winter, +but they would fley the countrey, and leave their houses and lands to +the fury of the outlawes. Upon this complaint, I called the gentlemen +of the countrey together, and acquainted them with the misery that the +highest parts of the marsh towards Scotland were likely to endure, if +there were not timely prevention to avoid it, and desired them to +give mee their best advice what course were fitt to be taken. They all +showed themselves willing to give mee their best counsailles, and most +of them were of opinion, that I was not well advised to refuse the +hundred horse that my Lord Euers had; and that now my best way was +speedily to acquaint the quene and counsaile with the necessity of +having more soldiers, and that there could not be less than a hundred +horse sent downe for the defence of the countrey, besides the forty I +had already in pay, and that there was nothing but force of soldiers +could keep them in awe: and to let the counsaile plainly understand, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page107" id="page107">[107]</a></span> +that the marsh, of themselves, were not able to subsist, whenever the +winter and long nights came in, unlesse present cure and remedy were +provided for them. I desired them to advise better of it, and to see +if they could find out any other meanes to prevent their mischievous +intentions, without putting the quene and countrey to any further +charge. They all resolved that there was no second meanes. Then I told +them my intention what I meant to do, which was, that myselfe, with my +two deputies, and the forty horse that I was allowed, would, with what +speede wee could, make ourselves ready to go up to the Wastes, and +there wee would entrench ourselves, and lye as near as wee could to +the outlawes; and, if there were any brave spirits among them, that +would go with us, they should be very wellcome, and fare and lye as +well as myselfe: and I did not doubte before the summer ended, to do +something that should abate the pride of these outlawes. Those, that +were unwilling to hazard themselves, liked not this motion. They said, +that, in so doing, I might keep the countrey quiet the time I lay +there; but, when the winter approached, I could stay there no longer, +and that was the theeves' time to do all their mischiefe. But there +were divers young gentlemen, that offered to go with mee, some with +three, some with four horses, and to stay with mee as long as I would +there continue. I took a list of those that offered to go with mee, +and found, that, with myself, my officers, the gentlemen, and our +<span class="newpage"><a name="page108" id="page108">[108]</a></span> +servants, wee should be about two hundred good men and horse; a +competent number, as I thought, for such a service.</p> + +<p>The day and place was appointed for our meeting in the Wastes, and, +by the help of the foot of Liddisdale<a name="FNanchor_113_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_113_113"><sup>[113]</sup></a> and Risdale, wee had soone +built a pretty fort, and within it wee had all cabines made to lye in, +and every one brought beds or matresses to lye on. There wee stayed, +from the middest of June, till almost the end of August. We were +betweene fifty and sixty gentlemen, besides their servants and my +horsemen; so that wee were not so few as two hundred horse. Wee wanted +no provisions for ourselves nor our horses, for the countrey people +were well payed for any thing they brought us; so that wee had a good +market every day, before our fort, to buy what we lacked. The chiefe +outlawes, at our coming, fled their houses where they dwelt, and +betooke themselves to a large and great forest (with all their +goodes), which was called the Tarras. It was of that strength, and +so surrounded with bogges and marish grounds, and thicke bushes +and shrubbes, as they feared not the force nor power of England nor +Scotland, so long as they were there. They sent me word, that I was +like the first puffe of a haggasse,<a name="FNanchor_114_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_114_114"><sup>[114]</sup></a> hottest at the first, and +<span class="newpage"><a name="page109" id="page109">[109]</a></span> +bade me stay there as long as the weather would give me leave. They +would stay in the Tarras Wood till I was weary of lying in the Waste; +and when I had had my time, and they no whit the worse, they would +play their parts, which should keep mee waking the next winter. Those +gentlemen of the countrey that came not with mee, were of the same +minde; for they knew (or thought at least), that my force was not +sufficient to withstand the furey of the outlawes. The time I stayed +at the fort I was not idle, but cast, by all meanes I could, how to +take them in the great strength they were in. I found a meanes to send +a hundred and fifty horsemen into Scotland (conveighed by a muffled +man,<a name="FNanchor_115_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_115_115"><sup>[115]</sup></a> not known to any of the company), thirty miles within +Scotland, and the businesse was carried so, that none in the countrey +tooke any alarm at this passage. They were quietly brought to +the back-side of the Tarras, to Scotland-ward. There they divided +themselves into three parts, and tooke up three passages which the +outlawes made themselves secure of, if from England side they should +at any time be put at.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page110" id="page110">[110]</a></span> +<p>They had their scoutes on the tops of hills, on the English side, +to give them warning if at any time any power of men should come to +surprise them. The three ambushes were safely laid, without being +discovered, and, about four o'clock in the morning, there were three +hundred horse, and a thousand foote,<a name="FNanchor_116_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_116_116"><sup>[116]</sup></a> that came directly to the +place where the scoutes lay. They gave the alarm; our men brake down +as fast as they could into the wood. The outlawes thought themselves +safe, assuring themselves at any time to escape; but they were so +strongly set upon, on the English side, as they were forced to +leave their goodes, and betake themselves to their passages towards +Scotland. There was presently five taken of the principall of them. +The rest, seeing themselves, as they thought, betrayed, retired into +the thicke woodes and bogges,<a name="FNanchor_117_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_117_117"><sup>[117]</sup></a> that our men durst not follow them +for fear of loosing themselves. The principall of the five, that were +taken, were two of the eldest sonnes of <i>Sim of Whitram</i>. These +five they brought to mee to the fort, and a number of goodes, both of +<span class="newpage"><a name="page111" id="page111">[111]</a></span> +sheep and kine, which satisfied most part of the countrey, that they +had stolen them from.</p> + +<p>"The five, that were taken, were of great worth and value amongst +them; insomuch, that, for their liberty, I should have what conditions +I should demand or desire. First, all English prisoners were set at +liberty. Then had I themselves, and most part of the gentlemen of the +Scottish side, so strictly bound in bondes to enter to mee, in fifteen +dayes warning, any offendour, that they durst not, for their +lives, break any covenant that I made with them; and so, upon these +conditions, I set them at liberty, and was never after troubled with +these kind of people. Thus God blessed me in bringing this great +trouble to so quiet an end; wee brake up our fort, and every man +retired to his owne house."—<i>Carey's Memoirs</i>, p. 151.</p> + +<p>The people of Liddesdale have retained, by tradition, the remembrance +of <i>Carey's Raid</i>, as they call it. They tell, that, while he was +besieging the outlaws in the Tarras they contrived, by ways known +only to themselves, to send a party into England, who plundered the +warden's lands. On their return, they sent Carey one of his own cows, +telling him, that, fearing he might fall short of provision during his +visit to Scotland, they had taken the precaution of sending him some +English beef. The anecdote is too characteristic to be suppressed.</p> + +<p>From this narrative, the power and strength of the Armstrongs, at +this late period, appear to have been very considerable. Even upon the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page112" id="page112">[112]</a></span> +death of Queen Elizabeth, this clan, associated with other banditti of +the west marches to the number of two or three hundred horse, entered +England in a hostile manner, and extended their ravages as far as +Penrith. James VI., then at Berwick, upon his journey to his new +capital, detached a large force, under Sir William Selby, captain of +Berwick, to bring these depredators to order. Their raid, remarkable +for being the last of any note occurring in history, was avenged in an +exemplary manner. Most of the strong-holds upon the Liddel were razed +to the foundation, and several of the principal leaders executed at +Carlisle; after which we find little mention of the Armstrongs in +history. The precautions, adopted by the Earl of Dunbar, to preserve +peace on the borders, bore peculiarly hard upon a body of men, long +accustomed to the most ungoverned licence. They appear, in a +great measure, to have fallen victims to the strictness of the new +enactments.—<i>Ridpath</i>, p. 703.—<i>Stow</i>, 819.—<i>Laing</i>, +Vol. I. The lands, possessed by them in former days, have chiefly come +into the hands of the Buccleuch family, and of the Elliots; so that, +with one or two exceptions, we may say, that, in the country which +this warlike clan once occupied, there is hardly left a land-holder of +the name. One of the last border reivers was, however, of this family, +and lived within the beginning of the last century. After having +made himself dreaded over the whole country, he at last came to the +following end: One—, a man of large property, having lost twelve cows +<span class="newpage"><a name="page113" id="page113">[113]</a></span> +in one night, raised the country of Tiviotdale, and traced the robbers +into Liddesdale, as far as the house of this Armstrong, commonly +called <i>Willie of Westburnflat</i>, from the place of his residence, +on the banks of the Hermitage water. Fortunately for the pursuers +he was then asleep; so that he was secured, along with nine of his +friends, without much resistance. He was brought to trial at Selkirk; +and, although no precise evidence was adduced to convict him of the +special fact (the cattle never having been recovered), yet the jury +brought him in <i>guilty</i> on his general character, or, as it is +called in our law, on habite and repute. When sentence was pronounced, +Willie arose; and, seizing the oaken chair in which he was placed, +broke it into pieces by main strength, and offered to his companions, +who were involved in the same doom, that, if they would stand behind +him, he would fight his way out of Selkirk with these weapons. +But they held his hands, and besought him to let them <i>die like +Christians</i>. They were accordingly executed in form of law. This +was the last trial at Selkirk. The people of Liddesdale, who (perhaps +not erroneously) still consider the sentence as iniquitous, remarked, +that—, the prosecutor, never throve afterwards, but came to beggary +and ruin, with his whole family.</p> + +<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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page114" id="page114">[114]</a></span> +the name. His place of residence (now a roofless tower) was at the +Hollows, a few miles from Langholm, where its ruins still serve to +adorn a scene, which, in natural beauty, has few equals in Scotland. +At the head of a desperate band of freebooters, this Armstrong is said +to have spread the terror of his name almost as far as Newcastle, and +to have levied <i>black mail</i>, or <i>protection and forbearance +money</i>, for many miles around. 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.—<i>Lesley</i>, 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 splendour of his equipment, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page115" id="page115">[115]</a></span> +and his high expectations of favour from the king. "But James, looking +upon him sternly, said to his attendants, 'What wants that knave that +a king should have?' and ordered him and his followers to instant +execution."—"But John Armstrong," continues this minute historian, +"made great offers to the king. That he should sustain himself, with +forty gentlemen, ever ready at his service, on their own cost, without +wronging any Scottishman: Secondly, that there was not a subject in +England, duke, earl, or baron, but, within a certain day, he should +bring him to his majesty, either quick or dead.<a name="FNanchor_118_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_118_118"><sup>[118]</sup></a> At length he, +seeing no hope of favour, 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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page116" id="page116">[116]</a></span> +I know King Harry would <i>down-weigh my best horse with gold</i>, +to know that I were condemned to die this day.'—<i>Pitscottie's +History</i>, p. 145. Johnie, with all his retinue, was 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 church-yard, where their graves are still shewn.</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 reliques, +who produces, among his holy rarities—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>—The cordis, baith grit and lang,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Quhilt hangit Johnnie Armistrang,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Of gude hempt, soft and sound,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Gude haly pepill, I stand ford,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wha'evir beis hangit in this cord,</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Neidis nevir to be drowned!</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Pinkerton's Scottish Poems</i>, Vol. II. p. 69.</span><br /> + +<p>In <i>The Complaynt of Scotland</i>, John Armistrangis's dance, +mentioned as a popular tune, has probably some reference to our hero.</p> + +<p>The common people of the high parts of Tiviotdale, Liddesdale, and +the country adjacent, hold the memory of Johnie Armstrong in very high +<span class="newpage"><a name="page117" id="page117">[117]</a></span> +respect. They affirm also, that one of his attendants broke through +the king's guard, and carried to Gilnockie Tower the news of the +bloody catastrophe.</p> + +<p>This song was first published by Allan Ramsay, in his +<i>Evergreen</i>, who says, he copied it from the mouth of a +gentleman, called Armstrong, who was in the sixth generation from this +John. The reciter assured him, that this was the genuine old ballad; +the common one false. By the common one, Ramsay means an English +ballad upon the same subject, but differing in various particulars, +which is published in Mr. Ritson's <i>English Songs</i>, Vol. II. It +is fortunate for the admirers of the old ballad, that it did not fall +into Ramsay's hands, when he was equipping with new sets of words the +old Scottish tunes in his <i>Tea-Table Miscellany</i>. Since his time +it has been often reprinted.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page118" id="page118">[118]</a></span> +<a name="JOHNIE_ARMSTRANG_POEM"></a><h3>JOHNIE ARMSTRANG</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sum speikis of lords, sum speikis of lairds,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sick lyke men of hie degrie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of a gentleman I sing a sang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sum tyme called laird of Gilnockie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king he wrytes a luving letter,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With his ain hand sae tenderly,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he hath sent it to Johnie Armstrang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To cum and speik with him speedily.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Eliots and Armstrangs did convene;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were a gallant cumpanie—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We'll ride and meit our lawful king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring him safe to Gilnockie."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page119" id="page119">[119]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Make kinnen<a name="FNanchor_119_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_119_119"><sup>[119]</sup></a> and capon ready then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And venison in great plentie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll wellcum here our royal king;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hope he'll dine at Gilnockie!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They ran their horse on the Langhome howm,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And brak their speirs wi' mickle main;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The ladies lukit frae their loft windows—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"God bring our men weel back agen!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Johnie cam before the king,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a' his men sae brave to see,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The king he movit his bonnet to him;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He ween'd he was a king as well as he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"May I find grace, my sovereign liege,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Grace for my loyal men and me?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For my name it is Johnie Armstrang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And subject of your's, my liege," said he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Away, away, thou traitor strang!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I grantit nevir a traitor's life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now I'll not begin wi' thee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page120" id="page120">[120]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Grant me my life, my liege, my king!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Full four and twenty milk-white steids,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Were a' foaled in ae yeir to me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll gie thee a' these milk-white steids,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That prance and nicker<a name="FNanchor_120_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_120_120"><sup>[120]</sup></a> at a speir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And as mickle gude Inglish gilt<a name="FNanchor_121_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_121_121"><sup>[121]</sup></a>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"As four of their braid backs dow<a name="FNanchor_122_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_122_122"><sup>[122]</sup></a> bear."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Away, away, thou traitor strang!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I grantit never a traitor's life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And now I'll not begin wi' thee!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Grant me my life, my liege, my king!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And a bonny gift I'll gie to thee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gude four and twenty ganging<a name="FNanchor_123_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_123_123"><sup>[123]</sup></a> mills,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That gang thro' a' the yeir to me.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page121" id="page121">[121]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"These four and twenty mills complete,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sall gang for thee thro' a' the yeir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And as mickle of gude reid wheit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"As a' their happers dow to bear."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Away, away, thou traitor strang!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I grantit nevir a traitor's life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And now I'll not begin wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Grant me my life, my liege, my king!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And a great gift I'll gie to thee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bauld four and twenty sister's sons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sall for thee fecht, tho' a' should flee!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Away, away, thou traitor strang!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I grantit nevir a traitor's life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And now I'll not begin wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Grant me my life, my liege, my king!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And a brave gift I'll gie to thee—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"All between heir and Newcastle town</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sall pay their yeirly rent to thee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page122" id="page122">[122]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Away, away, thou traitor strang!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Out o' my sight soon may'st thou be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I grantit nevir a traitor's life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And now I'll not begin wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye lied<a name="FNanchor_124_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_124_124"><sup>[124]</sup></a>, ye lied, now king," he says.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Altho' a king and prince ye be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I've luved naething in my life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I weel dare say it, but honesty—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Save a fat horse," and a fair woman,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Twa bonny dogs to kill a deir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But England suld have found me meal and mault,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gif I had lived this hundred yeir!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sche suld have found me meal and mault,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And beif and mutton in a' plentie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But nevir a Scots wyfe could have said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That e'er I skaithed her a pure flee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To seik het water beneith cauld ice,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Surely it is a greit folie—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I have asked grace at a graceless face,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But there is mine for my men and me!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page123" id="page123">[123]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But, had I kenn'd ere I cam frae hame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"How thou unkind wadst been to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wad have keepit the border side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"In spite of al thy force and thee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wist England's king that I was ta'en,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O gin a blythe man he wad be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For anes I slew his sister's son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And on his breist bane brake a trie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John wore a girdle about his middle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Imbroidered ower wi' burning gold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bespangled wi' the same metal;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Maist beautiful was to behold.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There hang nine targats<a name="FNanchor_125_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_125_125"><sup>[125]</sup></a> at Johnie's hat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ilk are worth three hundred pound—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What wants that knave that a king suld have,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the sword of honour and the crown!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O whair got thou these targats, Johnie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That blink<a name="FNanchor_126_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_126_126"><sup>[126]</sup></a> sae brawly abune thy brie?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I gat them in the field fechting,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where, cruel king, thou durst not be.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page124" id="page124">[124]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Had I my horse, and harness gude,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And riding as I wont to be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It suld have been tald this hundred yeir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The meeting of my king and me!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"God be with thee, Kirsty,<a name="FNanchor_127_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_127_127"><sup>[127]</sup></a> my brother!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Lang live thou laird of Mangertoun!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Lang may'st thou live on the border syde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ere thou see thy brother ride up and down!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And God be with thee, Kirsty, my son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where thou sits on thy nurse's knee!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But and thou live this hundred yeir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thy father's better thou'lt nevir be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Farewell! my bonny Gilnock hall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where on Esk side thou stand est stout!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gif I had lived but seven yeirs mair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wad hae gilt thee round about."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John murdered was at Carlinrigg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all his gallant cumpanie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Scotland's heart was ne'er sae wae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To see sae mony brave men die—</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page125" id="page125">[125]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because they saved their countrey deir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae Englishmen! Nane were sae bauld,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whyle Johnie lived on the border syde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nane of them durst cum neir his hauld.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page126" id="page126">[126]</a></span> +<a name="SUPPLEMENT"></a><h3>SUPPLEMENT TO THE BALLAD OF JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>The editor believes, his readers will not be displeased to see a Bond +of Manrent, granted by this border freebooter to the Scottish warden +of the west marches, in return for the gift of a feudal casualty +of certain lauds particularized. It is extracted from <i>Syme's +Collection of Old Writings, MS. penes</i> Dr. Robert Anderson, of +Edinburgh.</p> +<br /> + +<h4>BOND OF MANRENT.</h4> + +<p>Be it kend till all men, be thir present letters, me, Johne +Armistrang, for to be bound and oblist, and be the tenor of thir +present letters, and faith and trewth in my body, lelie and trewlie, +bindis and oblissis me and myn airis, to are nobil and michtie lord, +Robert Lord Maxwell, wardane of the west marches of Scotland, that, +forasmikle as my said lord has given and grantit to me, and mine airis +perpetuallie, the nonentries of all and hail the landis underwritten, +that is to say, the landis of Dalbetht, Shield, Dalblane, +Stapil-Gortown, Langholme, and—with their pertindis, lyand in the +lordship of Eskdale, as his gift, maid to me, therupon beris in +the self: and that for all the tyme of the nonentres of the samyn. +<span class="newpage"><a name="page127" id="page127">[127]</a></span> +Theirfor, I, the said Johne Armistrang, bindis and oblissis me and +myne airis, in manrent and service to the said Robert Lord Maxwell, +and his airis, for evermair, first and befor all uthirs, myne +allegiance to our soverane lord, the king, allanerly except; and to be +trewe, gude, and lele servant to my said lord, and be ready to do +him service, baith in pece and weir, with all my kyn, friends, and +servants, that I may and dowe to raise, and be and to my said lord's +airis for evermair. And sall tak his true and plane part in all maner +of actions at myn outer power, and sall nouther wit, hear, nor se my +said lordis skaith, lak, nor dishonestie, but we sall stop and lett +the samyn, and geif we dowe not lett the samyn, we sall warn him +thereof in all possible haist; and geif it happenis me, the said Johne +Armistrang, or myne airis, to fail in our said service and manrent, +any maner of way, to our said lord (as God forbid we do), than, and +in that caiss, the gift and nonentres maid be him to us, of the said +landis of Dalbetht, Schield, Dalblane, Stapil-Gortown, Langholme, +and—with the pertinentis to be of no avale, force, nor effect; but +the said lord and his airis to have free regress and ingress to the +nonentres of the samyn, but ony pley or impediment. To the keeping and +fulfilling of all and sundry the premisses, in form above writtin, I +bind and obliss me and my airis foresaids, to the said lord and his +airis for evermare, be the faithis treuthis in our bodies, but fraud +or gile. In witness of the whilk thing, to thir letters of manrent +subscrievit, with my hand at the pen, my sele is hangin, at Drumfries, +the secund day of November, the yeir of God, Jaiv and XXV. yeiris.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>JOHNE ARMISTRANG, with my hand</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>at the pen.</i></span><br /> +<br /> +<p>The lands, here mentioned, were the possessions of Armstrong himself, +the investitures of which not having been regularly renewed, the +feudal casualty of non-entry had been incurred by the vassal. The +brother of Johnie Armstrang is said to have founded, or rather +repaired, Langholm castle, before which, as mentioned in the ballad, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page128" id="page128">[128]</a></span> +verse 5th, they "ran their horse," and "brake their spears," in the +exercise of border chivalry.—<i>Account of the Parish of Langholm, +apud Macfarlane's MSS</i>. The lands of Langholm and Staplegorton +continued in Armstrong's family; for there is, in the same MS. +collection, a similar bond of manrent, granted by "Christofer +Armistrang, calit <i>Johne's Pope</i>," on 24th January, 1557, to Lord +Johne Lord Maxwell, and to Sir Johne Maxwell of Terreglis, knight, his +tutor and governor, in return for the gift of "the males of all and +haill the landis whilk are conteint in ane bond made by umquhile Johne +Armistrang, my father, to umquhile Robert, Lord Maxwell, gudshore to +the said Johne, now Lord Maxwell." It would therefore appear, that the +bond of manrent, granted by John Armstrong, had been the price of his +release from the feudal penalty arising from his having neglected +to procure a regular investiture from his superior. As Johnie only +touched the pen, it appears that he could not write.</p> + +<p>Christopher Armstrong, above-mentioned, is the person alluded to in +the conclusion of the ballad—"God be with thee, Kirsty, my son." +He was the father, or grandfather, of William Armstrong, called +<i>Christie's Will</i>, a renowned freebooter, some of whose exploits +the reader will find recorded in the third volume of this work.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page129" id="page129">[129]</a></span> +<a name="THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER"></a><h2>THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.</h2> + +<h4>NOW FIRST PUBLISHED.</h4> + +<p><i>The castle of Lochmaben was formerly a noble building, situated +upon a peninsula, projecting into one of the four lakes which are in +the neighbourhood of the royal burgh, and is said to have been the +residence of Robert Bruce, while lord of Annandale. Accordingly, +it was always held to be a royal fortress, the keeping of which, +according to the custom of the times, was granted to some powerful +lord, with an allotment of lands and fishings, for the defence and +maintenance of the place. There is extant a grant, dated 16th March, +1511, to Robert Lauder of the Bass, of the office of captain and +keeper of Lochmaben castle, for seven years, with many perquisites. +Among others, the</i> "land, stolen frae the king," <i>is bestowed +upon the captain, as his proper lands.—What shall we say of a +country, where the very ground was the subject of theft</i>?</p> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O heard ye na o' the silly blind Harper,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How lang he lived in Lochmaben town?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And how he wad gang to fair England,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To steal the Lord Warden's Wanton Brown!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page130" id="page130">[130]</a></span> + +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But first he gaed to his gude wyfe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a' the haste that he could thole—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"This wark," quo' he, "will ne'er gae weel,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Without a mare that has a foal."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quo' she—"Thou hast a gude gray mare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That can baith lance o'er laigh and hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae set thee on the gray mare's back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And leave the foal at hame wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So he is up to England gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And even as fast as he may drie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when he cam to Carlisle gate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O whae was there but the Warden, he?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come into my hall, thou silly blind Harper,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of thy harping let me hear!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wad rather hae stabling for my mare."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Warden look'd ower his left shoulder,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And said unto his stable groom—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gae take the silly blind Harper's mare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tie her beside my Wanton Brown."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page131" id="page131">[131]</a></span> + +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then aye he harped, and aye he carped<a name="FNanchor_128_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_128_128"><sup>[128]</sup></a>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till a' the lordlings footed the floor;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But an' the music was sae sweet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The groom had nae mind of the stable door.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aye he harped, and aye he carped,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till a' the nobles were fast asleep;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then quickly he took aff his shoon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And saftly down the stair did creep.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Syne to the stable door he hied,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' tread as light as light could be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when he opened and gaed in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There he fand thirty steeds and three.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took a cowt halter<a name="FNanchor_129_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_129_129"><sup>[129]</sup></a> frae his hose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And o' his purpose he did na fail;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He slipt it ower the Wanton's nose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And tied it to his gray mare's tail.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He turned them loose at the castle gate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ower muir and moss and ilka dale;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And she ne'er let the Wanton bait,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But kept him a-galloping hame to her foal.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page132" id="page132">[132]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The mare she was right swift o' foot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She did na fail to find the way;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For she was at Lochmaben gate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A lang three hours before the day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When she cam to the Harper's door,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There she gave mony a nicker and sneer—<a name="FNanchor_130_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_130_130"><sup>[130]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Rise up," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let in thy master and his mare."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up she rose, put on her clothes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And keekit through at the lock-hole—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O! by my sooth," then cried the lass,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come, haud thy tongue, thou silly wench!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The morn's but glancing in your e'e."—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll<a name="FNanchor_131_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_131_131"><sup>[131]</sup></a> wad my hail fee against a groat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's bigger than e'er our foal will be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now all this while, in merry Carlisle,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Harper harped to hie and law;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the<a name="FNanchor_132_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_132_132"><sup>[132]</sup></a> fiend thing dought they do but listen him to,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until that the day began to daw.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page133" id="page133">[133]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But on the morn, at fair day light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they had ended a' their cheer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold the Wanton Brown was gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And eke the poor blind Harper's mare!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Allace! allace!" quo' the cunning auld Harper,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And ever allace that I cam here!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Scotland I lost a braw cowt foal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In England they've stown my gude gray mare!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come! cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And again of thy harping let us hear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And weel payd sall thy cowt-foal be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thou sall have a far better mare."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then aye he harped, and aye he carped;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was paid for the foal he had never lost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And three times ower for the gude GRAY MARE.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page134" id="page134">[134]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_THE_LOCHMABEN_HARPER"></a><h3>NOTES ON THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>The only remark which offers itself on the foregoing ballad seems +to be, that it is the most modern in which the harp, as a border +instrument of music, is found to occur.</p> + +<p>I cannot dismiss the subject of Lochmaben, without noticing an +extraordinary and anomalous class of landed proprietors, who dwell +in the neighbourhood of that burgh. These are the inhabitants of four +small villages, near the ancient castle, called the Four Towns of +Lochmaben. They themselves are termed the King's Rentallers, or kindly +tenants; under which denomination each of them has a right, of an +allodial nature, to a small piece of ground. It is said, that these +people are the descendants of Robert Bruce's menials, to whom he +assigned, in reward of their faithful service, these portions of land, +burdened only with the payment of certain quit-rents, and grassums or +fines, upon the entry of a new tenant. The right of the rentallers is, +in essence, a right of property, but, in form, only a right of lease; +of which they appeal for the foundation on the rent-rolls of the lord +of the castle and manor. This possession, by rental, or by simple +entry upon the rent-roll, was anciently a common, and peculiarly +sacred, species of property, granted by a chief to his faithful +<span class="newpage"><a name="page135" id="page135">[135]</a></span> +followers; the connection of landlord and tenant being esteemed of +a nature too formal to be necessary, where there was honour upon +one side, and gratitude upon the other. But, in the case of subjects +granting a right of this kind, it was held to expire with the life +of the granter, unless his heir chose to renew it; and also upon +the death of the rentaller himself, unless especially granted to his +heirs, by which term only his first heir was understood. Hence, in +modern days, the <i>kindly tenants</i> have entirely disappeared +from the land. Fortunately for the inhabitants of the Four Towns of +Lochmaben, the maxim, that the king can never die, prevents their +right of property from reverting to the crown. The viscount of +Stormonth, as royal keeper of the castle, did, indeed, about the +beginning of last century, make an attempt to remove the rentallers +from their possessions, or at least to procure judgment, finding them +obliged to take out feudal investitures, and subject themselves to the +casualties thereto annexed. But the rentallers united in their common +defence; and, having stated their immemorial possession, together with +some favourable clauses in certain old acts of parliament, enacting, +that the king's <i>poor kindly tenants</i> of Lochmaben should not be +hurt, they finally prevailed in an action before the Court of Session. +From the peculiar state of their right of property, it follows, that +there is no occasion for feudal investitures, or the formal entry of +an heir; and, of course, when they chuse to convey their lands, it is +done by a simple deed of conveyance, without charter or sasine.</p> + +<p>The kindly tenants of Lochmaben live (or at least lived till lately) +much sequestered from their neighbours, marry among themselves, and +are distinguished from each other by <i>soubriquets</i>, according to +the ancient border custom, repeatedly noticed You meet, among their +writings, with such names as <i>John Out-bye, Will In-bye, White-fish, +Red-fish</i>, &c. They are tenaciously obstinate in defence of their +privileges of commonty, &c. which are numerous. Their lands are, +in general, neatly inclosed, and well cultivated, and they form a +contented and industrious little community.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page136" id="page136">[136]</a></span> +<p>Many of these particulars are extracted from the MSS. of Mr. Syme, +writer to the signet. Those, who are desirous of more information, may +consult <i>Craig de Feudis</i>, Lib. II. dig. 9. sec. 24. It is hoped +the reader will excuse this digression, though somewhat professional; +especially as there can be little doubt, that this diminutive republic +must soon share the fate of mightier states; for, in consequence of +the increase of commerce, lands possessed under this singular tenure, +being now often brought to sale, and purchased by the neighbouring +proprietors, will, in process of time, be included in their +investitures, and the right of rentallage be entirely forgotten.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page137" id="page137">[137]</a></span> +<a name="JAMIE_TELFER"></a><h3>JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.</h3> +<br /> + +<p><i>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 Tiviotdale Scotts, and the +Elliots were engaged in the affair, and that each claimed the honour +of the victory</i>.</p> + +<p><i>The editor presumes, that the Willie Scott, here mentioned must +have been a natural son of the laird of Buccleuch</i>.</p> + + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It fell about the Martinmas tyde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When our border steeds get corn and hay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain, of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page138" id="page138">[138]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The first ae guide that they met wi',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was high up in Hardhaughswire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The second guide that they met wi',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was laigh down in Borthwick water.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Right hastily they clam the peel;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They loosed the kye out, are and a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ranshackled<a name="FNanchor_133_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_133_133"><sup>[133]</sup></a> the house right weel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The tear aye rowing in his e'e;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He pled wi' the captain to hae his gear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else revenged he wad be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain turned him round, and leugh;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said—"Man, there's naething in thy house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ae auld sword without a sheath,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That hardly now wad fell a mouse!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page139" id="page139">[139]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sun was na up, but the moon was down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was the gryming<a name="FNanchor_134_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_134_134"><sup>[134]</sup></a> of a new fa'n snaw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whan he cam to the fair tower yate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whae's this that brings the fraye to me?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Its I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a harried man I think I be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's naething left at the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a waefu' wife and bairnies three."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gar seek your succour at Branksome Ha',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For succour ye'se get nane frae me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gae seek your succour where ye paid black mail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For, man! ye ne'er paid money to me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jamie has turned him round about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat the tear blinded his e'e—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the fair Dodhead I'll never see!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page140" id="page140">[140]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My hounds may a' rin masterless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My lord may grip my vassal lands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For there again maun I never be!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has turned him to the Tiviot side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en as fast as he could drie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there he shouted baith loud and hie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whae's this that bring's the fray to me?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A harried man I trew I be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a greeting wife and bairnies three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sax poor ca's<a name="FNanchor_135_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_135_135"><sup>[135]</sup></a> stand in the sta',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' routing loud for their minnie."<a name="FNanchor_136_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_136_136"><sup>[136]</sup></a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Alack a wae!" quo' auld Jock Grieve,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Alack! my heart is sair for thee!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I was married on the elder sister,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And you on the youngest of a' the three,"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page141" id="page141">[141]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then he has ta'en out a bonny black,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was right weel fed wi' corn and hay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till out and spak him William's Wat—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O whae's this brings the fraye to me?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Its I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A harried man I think I be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For God's sake rise, and succour me!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Alas for wae!" quo' William's Wat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alack, for thee my heart is sair!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never cam bye the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ever I fand thy basket bare."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Himsel' upon a freckled gray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page142" id="page142">[142]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whan they cam to Branksome Ha',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They shouted a' baith loud and hie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said—"Whae's this brings the fraye to me?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a harried man I think I be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's nought left in the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a greeting wife, and bairnies three."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Alack for wae!" quoth the gude auld lord,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And ever my heart is wae for thee!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But fye gar cry on Willie, my son,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see that he come to me speedilie!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gar warn the water, braid and wide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gar warn it sune and hastilie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Let them never look in the face o' me!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' them will Borthwick water ride;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page143" id="page143">[143]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And warn the Currors o' the Lee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinberry."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Scots they rade, the Scots they ran,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae starkly and sae steadilie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aye the ower-word o' the thrang</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was—"Rise for Branksome readilie!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The gear was driven the Frostylee up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae the Frostylee unto the plain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whan Willie has looked his men before,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And saw the kye right fast driving.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whae drives thir kye?" can Willie say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mak an outspeckle<a name="FNanchor_137_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_137_137"><sup>[137]</sup></a> o' me?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Its I, the captain o' Bewcastle, Willie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I winna layne my name for thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O will ye let Telfer's kye gae back?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or will ye do aught for regard o' me?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or, by the faith of my body," quo' Willie Scott,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'se ware my dame's cauf's skin on thee!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page144" id="page144">[144]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I winna let the kye gae back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In spite of every Scot that's here."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Set on them, lads!" quo' Willie than;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fye, lads, set on them cruellie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For ere they win to the Ritterford,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mony a toom<a name="FNanchor_138_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_138_138"><sup>[138]</sup></a> saddle there sall be!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then till't they gaed, wi' heart and hand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The blows fell thick as bickering hail;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mony a horse ran masterless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And mony a comely cheek was pale!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Willie was stricken ower the head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thro' the knapscap<a name="FNanchor_139_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_139_139"><sup>[139]</sup></a> the sword has gane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Harden grat for very rage,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whan Willie on the grund lay slane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he's tane aff his gude steel cap,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thrice he's wav'd it in the air—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dinlay<a name="FNanchor_140_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_140_140"><sup>[140]</sup></a> snaw was ne'er mair white,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page145" id="page145">[145]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Revenge! revenge!" auld Wat can cry;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or Willie's death revenged sall be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O mony a horse ran masterless,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The splintered lances flew on hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But or they wan to the Kershope ford,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Scots had gotten the victory.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John o' Brigham there was slane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And John o' Barlow, as I hear say;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thirty mae o' the captain's men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lay bleeding on the grund that day.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The captain was run thro' the thick of the thigh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And broken was his right leg bane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If he had lived this hundred years,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He had never been loved by woman again.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hae back thy kye!" the captain said;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Dear kye, I trow, to some they be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For gin I suld live a hundred years,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There will ne'er fair lady smile on me."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page146" id="page146">[146]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then word is gane to the captain's bride,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even in the bower where that she lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since into Tividale he had led the way.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wad lourd<a name="FNanchor_141_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_141_141"><sup>[141]</sup></a> have had a winding-sheet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And helped to put it ower his head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere he had been disgraced by the border Scot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was a wild gallant amang us a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs,<a name="FNanchor_142_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_142_142"><sup>[142]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cried—"On for his house in Stanegirthside,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ony man will ride with us!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they cam to the Stanegirthside,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They dang wi' trees, and burst the door;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They loosed out a' the captain's kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set them forth our lads before.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A wee bit o' the captain's kin—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whae dar loose out the captain's kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or answer to him and his men?"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page147" id="page147">[147]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Its I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I winna layne my name frae thee!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I will loose out the captain's kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In scorn of a' his men and he."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When they cam to the fair Dodhead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were a wellcum sight to see!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For instead of his ain ten milk kye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he has paid the rescue shot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith wi' goud, and white monie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at the burial o' Willie Scott,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat was mony a weeping e'e.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page148" id="page148">[148]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_JAMIE_TELFER_OF_THE_FAIR_DODHEAD."></a><h3>NOTES ON JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>It was high up in Hardhaughswire</i>.—P. 140. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Hardhaughswire is the pass from Liddesdale to the head of Tiviotdale.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>It was laigh down in Borthwick water</i>.—P. 140. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Borthwick water is a stream, which falls into the Tiviot, three miles +above Hawick.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But, gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead</i>.—P. 140. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The Dodhead, in Selkirkshire, near Singlee, where there are still the +vestiges of an old tower.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair</i>.—P. 140. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>There is still a family of Telfers, residing near Langholm, who +pretend to derive their descent from the Telfers of the Dodhead.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'</i>.—P. 141. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Stobs Hall, upon Slitterick. Jamie Telfer made his first application +<span class="newpage"><a name="page149" id="page149">[149]</a></span> +here because he seems to have paid the proprietor of that castle +<i>black-mail</i>, or protection-money.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Gar seek your succour at Branksome Ha'</i>.—P. 141. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>The ancient family-seat of the lairds of Buccleuch, near Hawick.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh</i>.—P. 142. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The Coultart Cleugh is nearly opposite to Carlinrig, on the road +between Hawick and Mosspaul.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Gar warn the water, braid and wide</i>.—P. 144. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>The water, in the mountainous districts of Scotland, is often used to +express the banks of the river, which are the only inhabitable parts +of the country. <i>To raise the water</i>, therefore, was to alarm +those who lived along its side.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons</i>, &c.—P. 144. v. 5.</span><br /> + +<p>The estates, mentioned in this verse, belonged to families of the name +of Scott, residing upon the waters of Borthwick and Tiviot, near the +castle of their chief.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire</i>.—P. 145. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>The pursuers seem to have taken the road through the hills of +Liddesdale, in order to collect forces, and intercept the foragers +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.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The gear was driven the Frostylee up</i>.—P. 145. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>The Frostylee is a brook, which joins the Tiviot, near Mosspaul.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And Harden grat for very rage</i>.—P. 146. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>Of this border laird, commonly called <i>Auld Wat of Harden</i>, +tradition has preserved many anecdotes. He was married to Mary Scott, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page150" id="page150">[150]</a></span> +celebrated in song by the title of the Flower of Yarrow. By their +marriage-contract, the father-in-law, Philip Scott of Dryhope, was to +find Harden in horse meat, and man's meat, at his tower of Dryhope, +for a year and a day; but five barons pledge themselves, that, at +the expiry of that period, the son-in-law should remove, without +attempting to continue in possession by force! A notary-public signed +for all the parties to the deed, none of whom could write their names. +The original is still in the charter-room of the present Mr. Scott of +Harden. By the Flower of Yarrow the laird of Harden had six sons; +five of whom survived him, and founded the families of Harden (now +extinct), Highchesters (now representing Harden), Reaburn, Wool, and +Synton. The sixth son was slain at a fray, in a hunting-match, by the +Scotts of Gilmanscleugh. His brothers flew to arms; but the old laird +secured them in the dungeon of his tower, hurried to Edinburgh, stated +the crime, and obtained a gift of the lands of the offenders from the +crown. He returned to Harden with equal speed, released his sons, and +shewed them the charter. "To horse, lads!" cried the savage warrior, +"and let us take possession! the lands of Gilmanscleuch are well worth +a dead son." The property, thus obtained, continued in the family +till the beginning of last century, when it was sold, by John Scott of +Harden, to Anne, Duchess of Buccleuch.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>John o' Brigham there was slane</i>.—P. 147. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>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 <i>(tests laeva +vulnerata</i>) is rather too <i>naive</i> for literal publication.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Cried—"On for his house in Stanegirthside</i>.—P. 148. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>A house belonging to the Foresters, situated on the English side of +the Liddel.</p> + +<p>An article in the list of attempts upon England, fouled by the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page151" id="page151">[151]</a></span> +commissioners ar Berwick, in the year 1587, may relate to the subject +of the foregoing ballad.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>October, 1582.</i></span><br /> +<blockquote> +<i>Thomas Musgrave, deputy {Walter Scott, laird } 200 kine and</i><br /> +<i>of Bewcastle, and {of Buckluth, and his} oxen,300 gait the</i><br /> +<i>tenants, against {complices; for } and sheep.</i><br /> +</blockquote> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Introduction, to History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, p. 31.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page152" id="page152">[152]</a></span> +<a name="THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE."></a><h2>THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>This poem is published from a copy in the Bannatyne MS. in the +hand-writing of the Hon. Mr. Carmichael, advocate. It first appeared +in <i>Allan Ramsay's Evergreen</i>, but some liberties have been taken +by him in transcribing it; and, what is altogether unpardonable, +the MS., which is itself rather inaccurate, has been interpolated to +favour his readings; of which there remain obvious marks.</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, ancestor +of the present Earl of Hyndford, 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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page153" id="page153">[153]</a></span> +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 Reesdale 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 Russel, son to the Earl of Bedford, and +son-in-law to Forster, some of the Fenwicks, and several other +border chiefs. They were sent to the Earl of Morton, then regent, +who detained them at Dalkeith for some days, till the heat of their +resentment was abated; which prudent precaution prevented a +war betwixt the two kingdoms. He then dismissed them with great +expressions of regard; and, to satisfy Queen Elizabeth,<a name="FNanchor_143_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_143_143"><sup>[143]</sup></a> sent up +Carmichael to York, whence he was soon after honourably dismissed. +<span class="newpage"><a name="page154" id="page154">[154]</a></span> +The field of battle, called the Reidswire, is a part of the Carter +Mountain, about ten miles from Jedburgh.—See, for these particulars, +<i>Godscroft, Spottiswoode</i>, and <i>Johnstone's History</i>.</p> + +<p>The editor has adopted the modern spelling of the word Reidswire, to +prevent the mistake in pronunciation which might be occasioned by +the use of the Scottish <i>qu</i> for <i>w</i>. The MS. reads +<i>Reidsquair. Swair</i>, or <i>Swire</i>, signifies the descent of +a hill; and the epithet <i>Red</i> is derived from the colour of +the heath, or, perhaps, from the Reid-water, which rises at no great +distance.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page155" id="page155">[155]</a></span> +<a name="THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE_POEM."></a><h3>THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The seventh of July, the suith to say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the Reidswire the tryst was set;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our wardens they affixed the day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, as they promised, so they met.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Alas! that day I'll ne'er forgett!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was sure sae feard, and then sae faine—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They came theare justice for to gett,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will never green<a name="FNanchor_144_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_144_144"><sup>[144]</sup></a> to come again.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Carmichael was our Warden then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He caused the country to conveen;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the Laird's Wat, that worthie man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brought in that sirname weil beseen<a name="FNanchor_145_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_145_145"><sup>[145]</sup></a>:</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page156" id="page156">[156]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Armestranges, that aye hae been</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A hardie house, but not a hail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Elliot's honours to maintaine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brought down the lave<a name="FNanchor_146_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_146_146"><sup>[146]</sup></a> o' Liddesdale.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Tividale came to wi' speid;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sheriffe brought the Douglas down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' Cranstane, Gladstain, good at need,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith Rewle water, and Hawick town.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beanjeddart bauldly made him boun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a' the Trumbills, stronge and stout;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Rutherfoords, with grit renown,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Convoyed the town of Jedbrugh out.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of other clans I cannot tell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because our warning was not wide.—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be this our folks hae taen the fell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And planted down palliones<a name="FNanchor_147_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_147_147"><sup>[147]</sup></a> there to bide.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We looked down the other side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And saw come breasting ower the brae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' Sir John Forster for their guyde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full fifteen hundred men and mae.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page157" id="page157">[157]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It grieved him sair, that day, I trow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' Sir George Hearoune of Schipsydehouse;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Because we were not men enow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They counted us not worth a louse.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sir George was gentle, meek, and douse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he was hail and het as fire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet, for all his cracking crouse<a name="FNanchor_148_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_148_148"><sup>[148]</sup></a>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He rewd the raid o' the Reidswire.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To deal with proud men is but pain;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For either must ye fight or flee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else no answer make again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But play the beast, and let them be.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was na wonder he was hie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had Tindaill, Reedsdaill, at his hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' Cukdaill, Gladsdaill on the lee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Hebsrime, and Northumberland.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yett was our meeting meek enough,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Begun wi' merriement and mowes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at the brae, aboon the heugh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The clark sate down to call the rowes.<a name="FNanchor_149_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_149_149"><sup>[149]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some for kyne, and some for ewes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Called in of Dandrie, Hob, and Jock—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We saw, come marching ower the knows,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five hundred Fennicks in a flock.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page158" id="page158">[158]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With jack and speir, and bows all bent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And warlike weapons at their will:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Although we were na weel content,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet, be my trouth, we feard no ill.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Some gaed to drink, and some stude still,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And some to cairds and dice them sped;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till on ane Farnstein they fyled a bill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he was fugitive and fled.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Carmichael bade them speik out plainlie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cloke no cause for ill nor good;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The other, answering him as vainlie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Began to reckon kin and blood:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He raise, and raxed<a name="FNanchor_150_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_150_150"><sup>[150]</sup></a> him where he stood,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bade him match him with his marrows,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Tindaill heard them reasun rude,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they loot off a flight of arrows.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then was there nought but bow and speir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every man pulled out a brand;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A Schaftan and a Fenwick" thare:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gude Symington was slain frae hand.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Scotsmen cried on other to stand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae time they saw John Robson slain—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What should they cry? the king's command</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could cause no cowards turn again.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page159" id="page159">[159]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Up rose the laird to red the cumber,<a name="FNanchor_151_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_151_151"><sup>[151]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Which would not be for all his boast;—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What could we doe with sic a number?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fyve thousand men into a host.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Henry Purdie proved his cost,<a name="FNanchor_152_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_152_152"><sup>[152]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And very narrowlie had mischiefed him,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there we had our warden lost,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wert not the grit God he relieved him.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Another throw the breiks him bair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whill flatlies to the ground he fell:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than thought I weel we had lost him there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into my stomach it struck a knell!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet up he raise, the treuth to tell ye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And laid about him dints full dour;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His horsemen they raid sturdilie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And stude about him in the stoure.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then raise<a name="FNanchor_153_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_153_153"><sup>[153]</sup></a> the slogan with ane shout—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fy Tindaill, to it! Jedbrugh's here!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow he was not half sae stout,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But<a name="FNanchor_154_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_154_154"><sup>[154]</sup></a> anis his stomach was asteir.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page160" id="page160">[160]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With gun and genzie,<a name="FNanchor_155_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_155_155"><sup>[155]</sup></a> bow and speir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Men might see monie a cracked crown!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But up amang the merchant geir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were as busie as we were down.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The swallow taill frae tackles flew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Five hundreth flain<a name="FNanchor_156_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_156_156"><sup>[156]</sup></a> into a flight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But we had pestelets enow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And shot amang them as we might.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With help of God the game gaed right,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae time the foremost of them fell;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then ower the know without goodnight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They ran, with mony a shout and yell.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But after they had turned backs,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet Tindaill men they turned again;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And had not been the merchant packs,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There had been mae of Scotland slain.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, Jesu! if the folks were fain</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To put the bussing on their thies;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so they fled, wi' a' their main,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Down ower the brae, like clogged bees.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page161" id="page161">[161]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sir Francis Russel ta'en was there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And hurt, as we hear men rehearse;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Proud Wallinton was wounded sair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Albeit he be a Fennick fierce.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if ye wald a souldier search,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Among them a' were ta'en that night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was nane sae wordie to put in verse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As Collingwood, that courteous knight.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Young Henry Schafton, he is hurt;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A souldier shot him with a bow:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Scotland has cause to mak great sturt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For laiming of the laird of Mow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Laird's Wat did weel, indeed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His friends stood stoutlie by himsel',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With little Gladstain, gude in need,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Gretein kend na gude be ill.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Sheriffe wanted not gude will,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Howbeit he might not fight so fast;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beanjeddart, Hundlie, and Hunthill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Three, on they laid weel at the last.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Except the horsemen of the guard,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I could put men to availe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">None stoutlier stood out for their laird.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For did the lads of Liddesdail.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page162" id="page162">[162]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But little harness had we there;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But auld Badreule had on a jack,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And did right weel, I you declare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With all his Trumbills at his back.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gude Ederstane was not to lack,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor Kirktoun, Newtoun, noble men!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thirs<a name="FNanchor_157_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_157_157"><sup>[157]</sup></a> all the specials I of speake,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By<a name="FNanchor_158_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_158_158"><sup>[158]</sup></a> others that I could not ken.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Who did invent that day of play,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We need not fear to find him soon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Sir John Forster, I dare well say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Made us this noisome afternoon.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not that I speak preceislie out,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That he supposed it would be perril;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But pride, and breaking out of feuid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Garr'd Tindaill lads begin the quarrel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page163" id="page163">[163]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_THE_RAID_OF_THE_REIDSWIRE."></a><h3>NOTES ON THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE.</h3> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Carmichael was our warden then</i>.—P. 157. v. 2.</span><br /> +<br /> + +<p>Sir John Carmichael was a favourite of the resent Morton, by whom +he was appointed warden of the middle marches, in preference to the +border chieftains. With the like policy, the regent married Archibald +Carmichael, the warden's brother, to the heiress of Edrom, in the +Merse, much contrary to the inclination of the lady and her friends. +In like manner, he compelled another heiress, Jane Sleigh, of Cumlege, +to marry Archibald, brother to Auchinleck of Auchiuleck, one of his +dependants. By such arbitrary practices, Morton meant to strengthen +his authority on the borders; instead of which, he hastened his fall, +by giving disgust to his kinsman the Earl of Angus, and his +other friends, who had been established in the country for +ages.—<i>Godscroft</i>, Vol. II. Pages 238. 246. Sir John Carmichael, +the warden, was murdered 16th June, 1600, by a party of borderers, at +a place called Raesknows, near Lochmaben, whither he was going to hold +a court of justice. Two of the ring-leaders in the slaughter, Thomas +Armstrong, called <i>Ringan's Tarn</i>, and Adam Scott, called <i>the +Pecket</i>, were tried at Edinburgh, at the instance of Carmichael +of Edrom. They were condemned to have their right hands struck off, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page164" id="page164">[164]</a></span> +thereafter to be hanged, and their bodies gibbeted on the Borough +Moor; which sentence was executed, 14th November, 1601. "This +<i>Pecket</i>, (saith Birrel in his <i>Diary</i>), was ane of the +maist notalrie thieftes that ever raid:" he calls his name Steill, +which appears, from the record, to be a mistake. Four years +afterwards, an Armstrong, called <i>Sandy of Rowanburn</i>, and +several others of that tribe, were executed for this and other +excesses.—<i>Books of Adjournal of these dates</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And the Laird's Wat, that worthie man</i>.—P. 157. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The chief, who led out the sirname of Scott upon this occasion, was +(saith Satchells) Walter Scott of Ancrum, a natural son of Walter of +Buccleuch. The laird of Buccleuch was then a minor. The ballad seems +to have been popular in Satchells' days, for he quotes it literally. +He must, however, have been mistaken in this particular; for the +family of Scott of Ancrum, in all our books of genealogy, deduce their +descent from the Scotts of Balwearie in Fife, whom they represent. +The first of this family, settled in Roxburghshire, is stated in +<i>Douglas' Baronage</i> to have been Patrick Scott, who purchased the +lands of Ancrum, in the reign of James VI. He therefore could not be +the <i>Laird's Wat</i> of the ballad; indeed, from the list of border +families in 1597, Ker appears to have been proprietor of Ancrum at the +date of the ballad. It is plainly written in the MS. the <i>Laird's +Wat</i>, i.e., the Laird's son Wat; notwithstanding which, it has +always hitherto been printed the <i>Laird Wat</i>. If Douglas be +accurate in his genealogy, the person meant must be the young laird +of Buccleuch, afterwards distinguished for his surprise of Carlisle +Castle.—See <i>Kinmont Willie</i>. I am the more confirmed in this +opinion, because Kerr of Ancrum was at this time a fugitive, for +slaying one of the Rutherfords, and the tower of Ancrum given in +keeping to the Turnbulls, his hereditary enemies. His mother, however, +a daughter of Home of Wedderburn, contrived to turn out the Turnbulls, +and possess herself of the place by surprise.—<i>Godscroft</i>, Vol. +II. p. 250.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page165" id="page165">[165]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The Armestranges, that aye hae been</i>.—P. 158. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>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. Accordingly, we find, from Paton, +that forty of them, under the laird of Mangertoun, joined Somerset +upon his expedition into Scotland.—<i>Paton, in Dalyell's +Fragments</i>, p. 1. There was an old alliance betwixt the Elliots and +Armstrongs, here alluded to. For the enterprises of the Armstrongs, +against their native country, when under English assurance, see +<i>Murdin's State Papers</i>, Vol. I. p. 43. From which it appears, +that, by command of Sir Ralph Evers, this clan ravaged almost the +whole west border of Scotland.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The sheriffe brought the Douglas down</i>.—P. 158. v. 2,</span><br /> + +<p>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.—<i>See the Ballad of that +name</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wi' Cranstane, Gladstain, good at need</i>.—P. 158. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>Cranstoun of that ilk, ancestor to Lord Cranstoun; and Gladstain of +Gladstains.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wi a' the Trumbills, stronge and stout;</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The Rutherfoords, with grit renown</i>.—P. 158. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>These were ancient and powerful border clans, residing chiefly upon +the river Jed. Hence, they naturally convoyed the town of Jedburgh +out. Although notorious freebooters, they were specially patronised by +Morton, who, by their means, endeavoured to counterpoise the power +of Buccleuch and Ferniherst, during the civil wars attached to the +queen's faction.</p> + +<p>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> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page166" id="page166">[166]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"Bauld Rutherfurd, he was fow stout, Wi' a' his nine sons</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">him round about; He led the town o' Jedburgh out, All bravely</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">fought that day."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>Wi' Sir John Forster for their guyde</i>.—P. 158. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>This gentleman is called, erroneously, in some copies of this ballad, +<i>Sir George</i>. He was warden of the mid-marches of England.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wi' Sir George Henroune of Schipsydehouse</i>.—P. 159. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Sir George Heron of Chipchase-house, whose character is contrasted +with that of the English warden.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Had Tindaill, Reedsdaill at his hand</i>.—P. 159. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>These are districts, or dales, on the English border. Hebsrime seems +to be an error in the MS. for Hebburn upon the Till.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Five hundred Fennicks in a flock</i>.—P. 159. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>The Fenwicks; a powerful and numerous Northumberland clan.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then raise the slogan with ane shout</i>.—P. 161. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>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, as appears from the +following passage of an old author, whom this custom seems much to +have offended—for he complains,</p> + +<p>"That whereas alweys, both in al tounes of war, and in al campes of +armies, quietnes and stilnes without nois is principally in the night, +after the watch is set, observed (I need not reason why.) Yet, +our northern prikkers, the borderers, notwithstanding, with great +enormitie, (as thought me) and not unlyke (to be playn) unto a +masterless hounde houyling in a hie wey, when he hath lost him he +wayted upon, sum hoopyng, sum whistelyng, and most with crying, a +<i>Berwyke</i>! a <i>Berwyke</i>! a <i>Fenwyke</i>! a <i>Fenwyke</i>! +<span class="newpage"><a name="page167" id="page167">[167]</a></span> +a <i>Bulmer</i>! a <i>Bulmer</i>! or so ootherwise as theyr captein's +names wear, never linnde those troublous and daungerous noyses all +the night long. They sayd they did it to fynd out their captein and +fellowes; but if the soldiours of our oother countries and sheres had +used the same maner, in that case we shoold have oftymes had the state +of our campe more lyke the outrage of a dissolute huntyng, than the +quiet of a wel ordred army."—</p> + +<p><i>Patten's Account of Somerset's Expedition</i>, p. 76.—<i>Apud +Dalyell's Fragments</i>.</p> + +<p>Honest Patten proceeds, with great prolixity, to prove, that this was +a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance; and, like +Fluellen, declares, "that such idle pribble prabbles were contrary to +all the good customs and disciplines of war." Nevertheless, the custom +of crying the <i>slogan</i> or <i>ensenzie</i>, is often alluded to +in all our ancient histories and poems. 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!" The Highland clans had also their appropriate slogans. +The Macdonalds cried <i>Frich</i>, (heather); the Macphersons +<i>Craig-Ubh</i>; the Grants <i>Craig-Elachie</i>; and the Macfarlanes +<i>Lock-Sloy</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>The swallow taill frae tackles flew</i>.—P. 162. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The Scots, on this occasion, seem to have had chiefly fire-arms; the +English retaining still their partiality for their ancient weapon, +the long-bow. It also appears, by a letter from the Duke of Norfolk to +Cecil, that the English borderers were unskilful in fire-arms, or, +as he says, "our countrymen be not so commyng with shots as I woolde +wishe."—See <i>Murdin's State Papers</i>, Vol. I. p. 319.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And had not been the merchant packs</i>.—P. 162. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>The ballad-maker here ascribes the victory to the real cause; for, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page168" id="page168">[168]</a></span> +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.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Sir Francis Russel ta'en was there</i>.—P, 163. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>This gentleman was son to the Earl of Bedford. He was afterwards +killed in a fray of a similar nature, at a border-meeting, between the +same Sir John Forster (father-in-law to Russell), and Thomas Ker of +Fairnihurst, A.D. 1585.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Proud Wallinton was wounded sair</i>.—P. 163. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Fenwick of Wallinton, a powerful Northumbrian chief.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>As Collingwood, that courteous knight</i>.—P. 163. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Sir Cuthbert Collingwood. Besides these gentlemen, James Ogle, and +many other Northumbrians of note, were made prisoners. Sir George +Heron, of Chipchase and Ford, was slain, to the great regret of both +parties, being a man highly esteemed by the Scots, as well as the +English. When the prisoners were brought to Morton, at Dalkeith, and, +among other presents, received from him some Scottish falcons, one of +his train observed, that the English were nobly treated, since they +got live <i>hawks</i> for dead <i>herons</i>.—<i>Godscroft</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Young Henry Schufton</i>,—P. 163. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>The name of this gentleman does not appear in the MS. in the +Advocates' Library, but is restored from a copy in single sheet, +printed early in the last century.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For laiming of the laird of Mow</i>.—P. 163. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>An ancient family on the borders. The lands of Mowe are situated upon +<span class="newpage"><a name="page169" id="page169">[169]</a></span> +the river Bowmont, in Roxburghshire. The family is now represented by +William Molle, Esq. of Mains, who has restored the ancient spelling of +the name. The laird of Mowe, here mentioned, was the only gentleman of +note killed in the skirmish on the Scottish side.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For Gretein kend net gude be ill</i>.—P. 163. v. 2;</span><br /> + +<p>Graden, a family of Kerrs.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Beanjeddart, Hundlie, and Hunthill</i>.—P. 163. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>Douglas of Beanjeddart, an ancient branch of the house of Cavers, +possessing property near the junction of the Jed and Tiviot.</p> + +<p><i>Hundlie</i>,—Rutherford of Hundlie, or Hundalee, situated on the +Jed, above Jedhurgh.</p> + +<p><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>. His +sons were executed for march-treason, or border-theft, along with the +lairds of Corbet, Greenhead, and Overton, A.D. 1588.—<i>Johnston's +History</i>, p. 129.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>But auld Badreule had on a jack</i>.—P. 164. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Sir Andrew Turnbull of Bedrule, upon Rule Water. This old laird was so +notorious a thief, that the principal gentlemen of the clans of Hume +and Kerr refused to sign a bond of alliance, to which he, with the +Turnbulls and Rutherfords, was a party; alleging, that their proposed +allies had stolen Hume of Wedderburn's cattle. The authority of +Morton, however, compelled them to digest the affront. The debate (and +a curious one it is) may be seen at length in <i>Godscroft</i>, Vol. +I. p. 221. The Rutherfords became more lawless after having been +deprived of the countenance of the court, for slaying the nephew of +Forman, archbishop of St. Andrews, who had attempted to carry off +the heiress of Rutherford. This lady was afterwards married to James +Stuart of Traquair, son to James, Earl of Buchan, according to a +papal bull, dated 9th November, 1504. By this lady a great estate in +Tiviotdale fell to the family of Traquair, which was sold by James, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page170" id="page170">[170]</a></span> +Earl of Traquair, lord-high-treasurer of Scotland, in consequence +of the pecuniary difficulties to which he was reduced, by his loyal +exertions in favour of Charles I.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Gude Ederstane was not to lack</i>.—P. 164. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>An ancient family of Rutherfords; I believe, indeed, the most +ancient now extant. The family is represented by Major Rutherford of +Edgerstane. His seat is about three miles distant from the field of +battle.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Nor Kirktoun, Newtoun, noble men</i>!—P. 164. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>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.</p> + +<p><i>Newtoun</i>.—This is probably Grinyslaw of Little Newtoun, +mentioned in the said roll of border clans.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page171" id="page171">[171]</a></span> +<a name="KINMONT_WILLIE"></a><h2>KINMONT WILLIE</h2> +<br /> + +<p>In the following rude strains, our forefathers commemorated one of the +last, and most gallant atchievements, performed upon the border. The +reader will find, in the subjoined extract from Spottiswoode, a minute +historical account of the exploit; which is less different from that +contained in the ballad than might perhaps have been expected.</p> + +<p><i>Anno, 1596</i>.—"The next year began with a trouble in the +borders, which was like to have destroyed the peace betwixt the two +realms, and arose upon this occasion. The Lord Scroop being the warden +of the west marches of England, and the laird of Bacleuch having the +charge of Liddesdale, they sent their deputies to keep a day of truce, +for redress of some ordinary matters.—The place of meeting was at +the Dayholme of Kershop, where a small brook divideth England from +Scotland, and Liddesdale from Bawcastle. There met, as deputy for the +laird of Bacleuch, Robert Scott of Hayninge; and for the Lord Scroop, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page172" id="page172">[172]</a></span> +a gentleman within the west wardenry, called Mr. Salkeld. These two, +after truce taken and proclaimed, as the custom was, by sound of +trumpet, met friendly, and, upon mutual redress of such wrongs as were +then complained of, parted in good terms, each of them taking his +way homewards. Meanwhile it happened, one William Armstrong, commonly +called <i>Will of Kinmonth</i>, to be in company with the Scottish +deputy, against whom the English had a quarrel, for many wrongs he had +committed, as he was indeed a notorious thief. This man, having taken +his leave of the Scots deputy, and riding down the river of Liddel on +the Scottish side, towards his own house, was pursued by the English, +who espied him from the other side of the river, and, after a chase of +three or four miles, taken prisoner, and brought back to the English +deputy, who carried him away to the castle of Carlisle.</p> + +<p>"The laird of Bacleuch complaining of the breach of truce (which +was always taken from the time of meeting, unto the next day at +sun-rising), wrote to Mr. Salkeld, and craved redress. He excused +himself by the absence of the Lord Scroop. Whereupon Bacleuch sent +to the Lord Scroop, and desired the prisoner might be set at liberty, +without any bond or condition, seeing he was unlawfully taken. +Scroop answered, that he could do nothing in the matter, it having so +happened, without a direction from the queen and council of England, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page173" id="page173">[173]</a></span> +considering the man was such a malefactor.—Bacleuch, loth to inform +the king of what was done, lest it might have bred some misliking +betwixt the princes, dealt with Mr. Bowes, the resident ambassador of +England, for the prisoner's liberty; who wrote very seriously to the +Lord Scroop in that business, advising him to set the man free, +and not to bring the matter to a farther hearing. But no answer was +returned: the matter thereupon was imparted to the king, and the queen +of England solicited by letters to give direction for his liberty; yet +nothing was obtained; which Bacleuch perceiving, and apprehending both +the king, and himself as the king's officer, to be touched in honour, +he resolved to work the prisoner's relief, by the best means he could.</p> + +<p>"And, upon intelligence that the castle of Carlisle, wherein the +prisoner was kept, was surprisable, he employed some trusty persons to +take a view of the postern gate, and measure the height of the wall, +which he meant to scale by ladders, and, if those failed, to break +through the wall with some iron instruments, and force the gates. This +done, so closely as he could, he drew together some two hundred horse, +assigning the place of meeting at the tower of Morton, some ten miles +from Carlisle, an hour before sun-set. With this company, passing the +water of Esk, about the falling, two hours before day, he crossed Eden +beneath Carlisle bridge (the water, through the rain that had fallen, +being thick), and came to the Sacery, a plain under the castle. There +<span class="newpage"><a name="page174" id="page174">[174]</a></span> +making a little halt, at the side of a small bourn, which they call +Cadage, he caused eighty of the company to light from their horses, +and take the ladders, and other instruments which he had prepared, +with them. He himself, accompanying them to the foot of the wall, +caused the ladders to be set to it, which proving too short, he gave +order to use the other instruments for opening the wall nigh the +postern; and, finding the business likely to succeed, retired to the +rest whom he had left on horseback, for assuring those that entered +upon the castle against any eruption from the town. With some little +labor a breach was made for single men to enter, and they who first +went in, broke open the postern for the rest. The watchmen, and some +few the noise awaked, made a little restraint, but they were quickly +repressed, and taken captive. After which, they passed to the chamber +wherein the prisoner was kept; and, having brought him forth, sounded +a trumpet, which was a signal to them without that the enterprize was +performed. My Lord Scroope and Mr. Salkeld were both within the house, +and to them the prisoner cried "a good night!" The captives taken in +the first encounter were brought to Bacleuch, who presently returned +them to their master, and would not suffer any spoil, or booty, as +they term it, to be carried away; he had straitly forbidden to break +open any door, but that where the prisoner was kept, though he might +have made prey of all the goods within the castle, and taken the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page175" id="page175">[175]</a></span> +warden himself captive; for he would have it seen, that he did intend +nothing but the reparation of his majesty's honor. By this time, the +prisoner was brought forth, the town had taken the alarm, the drums +were beating, the bells ringing, and a beacon put on the top of the +castle, to give warning to the country. Whereupon Bacleuch commanded +those that entered the castle, and the prisoner, to horse; and +marching again by the Sacery, made to the river at the Stony-bank, on +the other side, whereof certain were assembled to stop his passage; +but he, causing to sound the trumpet, took the river, day being then +broken, and they choosing to give him way, he retired in order +through the Grahams of Esk (men at that time of great power, and +his un-friends), and came back into Scottish ground two hours after +sun-rising, and so homewards.</p> + +<p>"This fell out the 13th of April, <i>1596</i>. The queen of England, +having notice sent her of what was done, stormed not a little. One of +her chief castles surprised, a prisoner taken forth of the hands of +the warden, and carried away, so far within England, she esteemed a +great affront. The lieger, Mr. Bowes, in a frequent convention kept at +Edinburgh, the 22d of May, did, as he was charged, in a long oration, +aggravate the heinousness of the fact, concluding that peace could not +longer continue betwixt the two realms, unless Bacleuch were +delivered in England, to be punished at the queen's pleasure. Bacleuch +<span class="newpage"><a name="page176" id="page176">[176]</a></span> +compearing, and charged with the fact, made answer—'That he went not +into England with intention to assault any of the queen's houses, or +to do wrong to any of her subjects, but only to relieve a subject of +Scotland unlawfully taken, and more unlawfully detained; that, in the +time of a general assurance, in a day of truce, he was taken prisoner +against all order, neither did he attempt his relief till redress +was refused; and that he had carried the business in such a moderate +manner, as no hostility was committed, nor the least wrong offered to +any within the castle; yet was he content, according to the ancient +treaties observed betwixt the two realms, when as mutual injuries were +alleged, to be tried by the commissioners that it should please their +majesties to appoint, and submit himself to that which they should +decern.'—The convention, esteeming the answer reasonable, did +acquaint the ambassador therewith, and offered to send commissioners +to the borders, with all diligence, to treat with such as the queen +should be pleased to appoint for her part.</p> + +<p>"But she, not satisfied with the answer, refused to appoint any +commissioners; whereupon the council of England did renew the +complaint in July thereafter; and the business being of new agitated, +it was resolved of as before, and that the same should be remitted to +the trial of commissioners: the king protesting, 'that he might, +with great reason, crave the delivery of Lord Scroope, for the injury +committed by his deputy, it being less favourable to take a prisoner, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page177" id="page177">[177]</a></span> +than relieve him that is unlawfully taken; yet, for the continuing of +peace, he would forbear to do it, and omit nothing, on his part, +that could be desired, either in equity, or by the laws of +friendship.'—The borders, in the mean time, making daily incursions +one upon another, filled all their parts with trouble, the English +being continually put to the worse; neither were they made quiet, +till, for satisfying the queen, the laird of Bacleuch was first +committed in St. Andrews, and afterwards entered in England, where he +remained not long<a name="FNanchor_159_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_159_159"><sup>[159]</sup></a>."—<i>Spottiswood's History of the Church of +Scotland</i>, p. 414, 416, <i>Ed. 1677</i>.</p> + +<p>Scott of Satchells, in the extraordinary poetical performance, which +he has been pleased to entitle <i>A History of the Name of Scott</i> +(published 1688), dwells, with great pleasure, upon this gallant +achievement, at which, it would seem, his father had been present. He +also mentions, that the laird of Buccleuch employed the services of +the younger sons and brothers only of his clan, lest the name should +have been weakened by the landed men incurring forfeiture. But he +adds, that three gentlemen of estate insisted upon attending their +chief, notwithstanding this prohibition. These were, the lairds +<span class="newpage"><a name="page178" id="page178">[178]</a></span> +of Harden and Commonside, and Sir Gilbert Elliot of the Stobbs, a +relation of the laird of Buccleuch, and ancestor to the present Sir +William Elliot, Bart. In many things Satchells agrees with the ballads +current in his time, from which, in all probability, he derived most +of his information as to past events, and from which he sometimes +pirates whole verses, as noticed in the annotations upon the <i>Raid +of the Reidswire</i>. In the present instance, he mentions the +prisoner's <i>large spurs</i> (alluding to the fetters), and some +other little incidents noticed in the ballad, which was, therefore, +probably well known in his days.</p> + +<p>All contemporary historians unite in extolling the deed itself as the +most daring and well-conducted atchievement of that age. "<i>Audax +facinus cum modica manu, in urbe maenibus et multitudine +oppidanorum munita, et callidae: audaciae, vix ullo obsisti modo +potuit</i>."—<i>Johnstoni Historia, Ed. Amstael. p</i>. 215. Birrel, +in his gossipping way, says, the exploit was performed "with shouting +and crying, and sound of trumpet, puttand the said toun and countrie +in sic ane fray, that the like of sic ane wassaladge wes nevir done +since the memory of man, no not in Wallace dayis."—<i>Birrel's +Diary</i>, April 6, 1596. This good old citizen of Edinburgh also +mentions another incident which I think proper to insert here, both as +relating to the personages mentioned in the following ballad, and +as tending to shew the light in which the men of the border were +regarded, even at this late period, by their fellow subjects. The +<span class="newpage"><a name="page179" id="page179">[179]</a></span> +author is talking of the king's return to Edinburgh, after the +disgrace which he had sustained there, during the riot excited by the +seditious ministers, on December 17, 1596. Proclamation had been +made, that the Earl of Mar should keep the West Port, Lord Seton the +Nether-Bow, and Buccleuch, with sundry others, the High Gate. "Upon +the morn, at this time, and befoir this day, thair wes ane grate +rumour and word among the tounesmen, that the kinges M. sould send in +<i>Will Kinmond, the common thieffe</i>, and so many southland men +as sould spulye the toun of Edinburgh. Upon the whilk, the haill +merchants tuik thair haill gear out of their buiths or chops, and +transportit the same to the strongest hous that wes in the toune, and +remained in the said hous, thair, with thameselfis, thair servants, +and luiking for nothing bot that thai sould have been all spulyeit. +Sic lyke the hail craftsmen and comons convenit themselfis, thair +best guides, as it wer ten or twelve householdes in are, whilk wes the +strongest hous, and might be best kepit from spuilyeing or burning, +with hagbut, pistolet, and other sic armour, as might best defend +thameselfis. Judge, gentill reider, giff this wes playing." The +fear of the borderers being thus before the eyes of the contumacious +citizens of Edinburgh, James obtained a quiet hearing for one of his +favourite orisones, or harangues, and was finally enabled to prescribe +terms to his fanatic metropolis. Good discipline was, however, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page180" id="page180">[180]</a></span> +maintained by the chiefs upon this occasion; although the fears of the +inhabitants were but too well grounded, considering what had happened +in Stirling ten years before, when the Earl of Angus, attended by +Home, Buccleuch, and other border chieftains, marched thither to +remove the Earl of Arran from the king's councils: the town was +miserably pillaged by the borderers, particularly by a party of +Armstrongs, under this very Kinmont Willie, who not only made prey +of horses and cattle, but even of the very iron grating of +the windows.—<i>Johnstoni Historia</i>, p. 102. <i>Ed. +Amstael</i>.—<i>Moyse's Memoirs</i>, p. 100.</p> + +<p>The renown of Kinmont Willie is not surprising, since, in 1588, the +apprehending that freebooter, and Robert Maxwell, natural-brother to +the Lord Maxwell, was the main, but unaccomplished, object of a +royal expedition to Dumfries. "<i>Rex ... Robertum Maxvallium ... et +Gulielmum Armstrangum Kinmonthum latrociniis intestinis externisque +famosum, conquiri jubet. Missi e ministerio regio, qui per aspera +loca vitabundos persequuntur, magnoque incommodo afficiunt. At illi +latebris aut silvis se eripiunt."—Johnstoni Historia</i>, p. 138. +About this time, it is possible that Kinmont Willie may have held +some connection with the Maxwells, though afterwards a retainer to +Buccleuch, the enemy of that tribe. At least, the editor finds, +that, in a bond of manrent, granted by Simon Elliot of Whytheuch, +in Liddesdale, to Lord Maxwell, styled therein Earl of Morton, dated +February 28, 1599, William Armstrang, called <i>Will of Kinmond</i>, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page181" id="page181">[181]</a></span> +appears as a witness.—<i>Syme's MSS</i>. According to Satchells, +this freebooter was descended of Johnie Armstrong of Gilnockie (See +<i>Ballad, p. 105, of this volume</i>.)—<i>Est in juvencis, est et +in equis, patrum virtus</i>. In fact, his rapacity made his very name +proverbial. Mas James Melvine, in urging reasons against subscribing +the act of supremacy, in 1584, asks ironically, "Who shall take order +with vice and wickedness? The court and bishops? As well as +Martine Elliot, and Will of Kinmont, with stealing upon the +borders!"—<i>Calderwood</i>, p. 168.</p> + +<p>This affair of Kinmont Willie was not the only occasion upon which the +undaunted keeper of Liddesdale gave offence to the haughty Elizabeth. +For, even before this business was settled, certain of the English +borderers having invaded Liddesdale, and wasted the country, the laird +of Buccleuch retaliated the injury by a <i>raid</i> into England, in +which he not only brought off much spoil, but apprehended +thirty-six of the Tynedale thieves, all of whom he put to +death.—<i>Spottiswoode</i>, p. 450. How highly the Queen of England's +resentment blazed on this occasion, may be judged from the preface to +her letter to Bowes, then her ambassador in Scotland. "I wonder how +base-minded that king thinks me, that, with patience, I can digest +this dishonourable ——. Let him know, therefore, that I will have +satisfaction, or else ——." These broken words of ire are inserted +betwixt the subscription and the address of the letter.—<i>Rymer</i>, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page182" id="page182">[182]</a></span> +Vol. XVI. p. 318. Indeed, so deadly was the resentment of the English, +on account of the affronts put upon them by this formidable chieftain, +that there seems at one time to have been a plan formed (not, as +was alleged, without Elizabeth's privity,) to assassinate +Buccleuch.—<i>Rymer</i>, Vol. XVI. p. 107. The matter was at length +arranged by the commissioners of both nations in Berwick, by whom it +was agreed that delinquents should be delivered up on both sides, +and that the chiefs themselves should enter into ward in the opposite +countries, till these were given up, and pledges granted for the +future maintenance of the quiet of the borders. Buccleuch, and Sir +Robert Ker of Cessford (ancestor of the Duke of Roxburgh), appear to +have struggled hard against complying with this regulation; so much +so, that it required all James's authority to bring to order these +two powerful chiefs.—<i>Rymer</i>, Vol. XVI. p. +322.—<i>Spottiswoode</i>, p. 448.—<i>Carey's Memoirs</i>, p, 131. +<i>et sequen</i>.—When at length they appeared, for the purpose of +delivering themselves up to be warded at Berwick, an incident took +place, which nearly occasioned a revival of the deadly feud which +formerly subsisted between the Scots and the Kers. Buccleuch had +chosen, for his guardian, during his residence in England, Sir William +Selby, master of the ordnance at Berwick, and accordingly gave himself +into his hands. Sir Robert Ker was about to do the same, when a pistol +was discharged by one of his retinue, and the cry of treason was +raised. Had not the Earl of Home been present, with a party of Merse +<span class="newpage"><a name="page183" id="page183">[183]</a></span> +men, to preserve order, a dreadful tumult would probably have ensued. +As it was, the English commissioners returned in dismay to Berwick, +much disposed to wreak their displeasure on Buccleuch; and he, on +his side, mortally offended with Cessford, by whose means, as he +conceived, he had been placed in circumstances of so much danger. Sir +Robert Ker, however, appeased all parties, by delivering himself up +to ward in England; on which occasion, he magnanimously chose for +his guardian Sir Robert Carey, deputy-warden of the east marches, +notwithstanding various causes of animosity which existed betwixt +them. The hospitality of Carey equalled the generous confidence of +Cessford, and a firm friendship was the consequence<a name="FNanchor_160_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_160_160"><sup>[160]</sup></a>.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page184" id="page184">[184]</a></span> +<p>Buccleuch appears to have remained in England from October, 1597, till +February, 1598.—<i>Johnstoni Historia</i>, p. 231,—<i>Spottiswoode, +ut supra</i>. According to ancient family tradition, Buccleuch was +presented to Elizabeth, who, with her usual rough and peremptory +address, demanded of him, "how he dared to undertake an enterprize +so desperate and presumptuous." "What is it," answered the undaunted +chieftain, "What is it that a man dares not do!" Elizabeth, struck +with the reply, turned to a lord in waiting; "With ten thousand such +men," said she, "our brother of Scotland might shake the firmest +throne of Europe." Luckily, perhaps, for the murtheress of Queen Mary, +James's talents did not lie that way.</p> + +<p>The articles, settled by the commissioners at Berwick, were highly +favourable to the peace of the border. They may be seen at large in +the <i>Border Laws</i>, p. 103. By article sixth, all wardens and +keepers are discharged from seeking reparation of injuries, in the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page185" id="page185">[185]</a></span> +ancient hostile mode of riding, or causing to ride, in warlike manner, +against the opposite march; and that under the highest penalty, unless +authorized by a warrant under the hand of their sovereign. The mention +of the word <i>keeper</i>, alludes obviously to the above-mentioned +reprisals, made by Buccleuch in the capacity of keeper of Liddesdale.</p> + +<p>This ballad is preserved, by tradition, on the west borders, but much +mangled by reciters; so that some conjectural emendations have been +absolutely necessary to render it intelligible. In particular, the +<i>Eden</i> has been substituted for the <i>Eske</i>, p. 193, the +latter name being inconsistent with geography.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page186" id="page186">[186]</a></span> +<a name="KINMONT_WILLIE_POEM"></a><h3>KINMONT WILLIE.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O have ye na heard o' the fause Sakelde?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O have ye na heard o' the keen Lord Scroop?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">How they hae ta'en bauld Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">On Hairibee to hang him up?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had Willie had but twenty men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But twenty men as stout as he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' eight score in his cumpanie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They band his legs beneath the steed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They tied his hands behind his back;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They guarded him, fivesome on each side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page187" id="page187">[187]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They led him thro' the Liddel-rack,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And also thro' the Carlisle sands;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They brought him to Carlisle castell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be at my Lord Scroop's commands.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My hands are tied, but my tongue is free!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And whae will dare this deed avow?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or answer by the border law?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's never a Scot shall set ye free:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before ye cross my castle yate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow ye shall take farewell o' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fear na ye that, my lord," quo' Willie:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"By the faith o' my body, Lord Scroop," he said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I never yet lodged in a hostelrie,<a name="FNanchor_161_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_161_161"><sup>[161]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I paid my lawing<a name="FNanchor_162_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_162_162"><sup>[162]</sup></a> before I gaed."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Branksome Ha', where that he lay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Lord Scroop has ta'en the Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Between the hours of night and day.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page188" id="page188">[188]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has ta'en the table wi' his hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He garr'd the red wine spring on hie—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now Christ's curse on my head," he said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But avenged of Lord Scroop I'll be!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O is my basnet<a name="FNanchor_163_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_163_163"><sup>[163]</sup></a> a widow's curc<a name="FNanchor_164_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_164_164"><sup>[164]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or my lance a wand of the willow tree?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or my arm a ladye's lilye hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That an English lord should lightly<a name="FNanchor_165_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_165_165"><sup>[165]</sup></a> me!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And have they ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Against the truce of border tide?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is Keeper here on the Scottish side?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Withouten either dread or fear?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Can back a steed, or shake a spear?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O were there war between the lands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As well I wot that there is none,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I would slight Carlisle castell high,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho' it were builded of marble stone.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page189" id="page189">[189]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I would set that castell in a low,<a name="FNanchor_166_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_166_166"><sup>[166]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sloken it with English blood!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's nevir a man in Cumberland,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But since nae war's between the lands,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there is peace, and peace should be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll neither harm English lad or lass,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has call'd him forty marchmen bauld,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow they were of his ain name,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The laird of Stobs, I mean the same.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has call'd him forty marchmen bauld,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,<a name="FNanchor_167_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_167_167"><sup>[167]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were five and five before them a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' hunting horns and bugles bright;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like warden's men, arrayed for fight:</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page190" id="page190">[190]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And five and five, like a mason gang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That carried the ladders lang and hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And five and five, like broken men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so they reached the Woodhouselee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And as we cross'd the Bateable Land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When to the English side we held,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The first o' men that we met wi',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We go to hunt an English stag,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has trespassed on the Scots countrie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!"'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We go to catch a rank reiver,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a' your ladders, lang and hie?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We gang to herry a corbie's nest,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That wons not far frae Woodhouselee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page191" id="page191">[191]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the never a word o' lear had he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Why trespass ye on the English side?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The never a word had Dickie to say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae he thrust the lance thro' his fause bodie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then on we held for Carlisle toun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The water was great and meikle of spait,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when we reached the Staneshaw-bank,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wind was rising loud and hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there the laird garr'd leave our steeds,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For fear that they should stamp and nie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wind began full loud to blaw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When we came beneath the castle wa'.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page192" id="page192">[192]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We crept on knees, and held our breath,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till we placed the ladders against the wa';</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To mount the first, before us a'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He flung him down upon the lead—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Had there not been peace between our land,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the other side thou hadst gaed!—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Let's waken Lord Scroop, right merrilie!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then loud the warden's trumpet blew—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"<i>O whae dare meddle wi' me</i>?"<a name="FNanchor_168_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_168_168"><sup>[168]</sup></a></span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then speedilie to work we gaed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And raised the slogan ane and a'.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cut a hole thro' a sheet of lead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so we wan to the castle ha'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They thought King James and a' his men</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had won the house wi' bow and spear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was but twenty Scots and ten,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That put a thousand in sic a stear!<a name="FNanchor_169_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_169_169"><sup>[169]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page193" id="page193">[193]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' coulters and wi' fore-hammers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We garr'd the bars bang merrilie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Untill we cam to the inner prison,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when we cam to the lower prison,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon the morn that thou's to die?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O I sleep saft,<a name="FNanchor_170_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_170_170"><sup>[170]</sup></a> and I wake aft;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its lang since sleeping was fleyed<a name="FNanchor_171_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_171_171"><sup>[171]</sup></a> frae me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gie my service back to my wife and bairns,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' gude fellows that speer for me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Red Rowan has hente him up,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The starkest man in Teviotdale—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll pay you for my lodging maill,<a name="FNanchor_172_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_172_172"><sup>[172]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When first we meet on the border side."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page194" id="page194">[194]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We bore him down the ladder lang;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At every stride Red Rowan made,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a rougher beast than Red Rowan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I've pricked a horse out oure the furs;<a name="FNanchor_173_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_173_173"><sup>[173]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But since the day I backed a steed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never wore sic cumbrous spurs!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a thousand men, in horse and foot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Buccleuch has turned to Eden water,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even where it flow'd frae bank to brim,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And safely swam them thro' the stream.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page195" id="page195">[195]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He turned him on the other side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If ye like na my visit in merry England,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In fair Scotland come visit me!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He stood as still as rock of stane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When thro' the water they had gane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He is either himsell a devil frae hell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or else his mother a witch maun be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wad na have ridden that wan water,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a' the gowd in Christentie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page196" id="page196">[196]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_KINMONT_WILLIE."></a><h3>NOTES ON KINMONT WILLIE.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>On Hairibee to hang him up</i>?—P. 188. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Hairibee is the place of execution at Carlisle.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack</i>.—P. 188. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>The Liddel-rack is a ford on the Liddel.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And so they reached the Woodhouselee</i>.—P. 192. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Woodhouselee; a house on the border, belonging to Buccleuch.</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>The Salkeldes, or Sakeldes, were a powerful family in Cumberland, +possessing, among other manors, that of Corby, before it came into +the possession of the Howards, in the beginning of the seventeenth +century. A strange stratagem was practised by an outlaw, called Jock +Grame of the Peartree, upon Mr. Salkelde, sheriff of Cumberland; who +is probably the person alluded to in the ballad, as the fact is +stated to have happened late in Elizabeth's time. The brother of this +<span class="newpage"><a name="page197" id="page197">[197]</a></span> +freebooter was lying in Carlisle jail for execution, when Jock of the +Peartree came riding past the gate of Corby castle. A child of the +sheriff was playing before the door, to whom the outlaw gave an apple, +saying, "Master, will you ride?" The boy willingly consenting, Grame +took him up before him, carried him into Scotland, and would never +part with him, till he had his brother safe from the gallows. There is +no historical ground for supposing, either that Salkelde, or any one +else, lost his life in the raid of Carlisle.</p> + +<p>In the list of border clans, 1597, Will of Kinmonth, with Kyrstie +Armestrange, and John Skynbanke, are mentioned as leaders of a band +of Armstrongs, called <i>Sandies Barnes</i>, inhabiting the Debateable +Land. The ballad itself has never before been published.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page198" id="page198">[198]</a></span> +<a name="DICK_O_THE_COW"></a><h2>DICK O' THE COW.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>This ballad, and the two which immediately follow it in the +collection, were published, 1784, in the <i>Hawick Museum</i>, a +provincial miscellany, to which they were communicated by John Elliot, +Esq. of Reidheugh, a gentleman well skilled in the antiquities of +the western border, and to whose friendly assistance the editor is +indebted for many valuable communications.</p> + +<p>These ballads are connected with each other, and appear to have been +composed by the same author. The actors seem to have flourished, while +Thomas, Lord Scroope, of Bolton, was warden of the west marches of +England, and governor of Carlisle castle; which offices he acquired +upon the death of his father, about 1590; and retained it till the +union of the crowns.</p> + +<p><i>Dick of the Cow</i>, from the privileged insolence which he +assumes, seems to have been Lord Scroope's jester. In the preliminary +dissertation, the reader will find the border custom of assuming +<i>noms de guerre</i> particularly noticed. It is exemplified in +<span class="newpage"><a name="page199" id="page199">[199]</a></span> +the following ballad, where one Armstrong is called the <i>Laird's +Jock</i> (i.e. the laird's son Jock), another <i>Fair Johnie</i>, +a third <i>Billie Willie</i> (brother Willie), &c. The <i>Laird's +Jock</i>, son to the laird of Mangerton, appears, as one of the men of +name in Liddesdale, in the list of border clans, <i>1597</i>.</p> + +<p><i>Dick of the Cow</i> is erroneously supposed to have been the +same with one Ricardus Coldall, de Plumpton, a knight and celebrated +warrior, who died in 1462, as appears from his epitaph in the church +of Penrith.—<i>Nicolson's History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, +Vol. II. p. 408.</p> + +<p>This ballad is very popular in Liddesdale; and the reciter always +adds, at the conclusion, that poor Dickie's cautious removal to Burgh +under Stanemore, did not save him from the clutches of the Armstrongs; +for that, having fallen into their power several years after this +exploit, he was put to an inhuman death. The ballad was well known +in England, so early as 1556. An allusion to it likewise occurs in +<i>Parrot's Laquei Ridiculosi</i>, or <i>Springes for Woodcocks</i>; +London, 1613.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Owenus wondreth, since he came to Wales,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What the description of this isle should be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That nere had seen but mountains, hills, and dales.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet would he boast, and stand on pedigree,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">From Rice ap Richard, sprung from Dick a Cow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be cod, was right gud gentleman, looke ye now!</span><br /> +<p></p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Epigr. 76</i>.</span><br /> +<br/> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page200" id="page200">[200]</a></span> +<a name="DICK_O_THE_COW_POEM."></a><h3>DICK O' THE COW.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Liddesdale has layen lang in,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There is na riding there at a';</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The horses are grown sae lither fat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They downa stur out o' the sta.'</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Fair Johnie Armstrang to Willie did say—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Billie, a riding we will gae;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">England and us have been lang at feid;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ablins we'll light on some bootie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they are come on to Hutton Ha';</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They rade that proper place about;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the laird he was the wiser man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he had left nae gear without.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page201" id="page201">[201]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he had left nae gear to steal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Except sax sheep upon a lee:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Quo' Johnie—"I'd rather in England die,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ere thir sax sheep gae to Liddesdale wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But how ca' they the men we last met,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Billie, as we cam owre the know?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That same he is an innocent fule,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And men they call him Dick o' the Cow,"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That fule has three as good kye o' his ain,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As there are in a' Cumberland, billie," quo he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Betide me life, betide me death,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">These kye shall go to Liddesdale wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they have come on to the pure fule's house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they hae broken his wa's sae wide;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They have loosed out Dick o' the Cow's three ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ta'en three co'erlets frae his wife's bed.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then on the morn when the day was light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shouts and cries rase loud and hie:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O haud thy tongue, my wife," he says,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And o' thy crying let me be!</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page202" id="page202">[202]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O had thy tongue, my wife," he says,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And o' thy crying let me be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ay where thou hast lost ae cow,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In gude suith I shall bring thee three."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Dickie's gane to the gude Lord Scroope,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I wat a dreirie fule was he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now hand thy tongue, my fule," he says,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For I may not stand to jest wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Shame fa' your jesting, my lord!" quo' Dickie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For nae sic jesting grees wi' me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Liddesdale's been in my house last night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they hae awa my three kye frae me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To be your puir fule and your leal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless you gi' me leave, my lord,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To gae to Liddesdale and steal."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I gie thee leave, my fule!" he says;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thou speakest against my honour and me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless thou gie me thy trowth and thy hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou'lt steal frae nane but whae sta' frae thee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page203" id="page203">[203]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There is my trowth, and my right hand!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My head shall hang on Hairibee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll ne'er cross Carlisle sands again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If I steal frae a man but whae sta' frae me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dickie's ta'en leave o' lord and master;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat a merry fule was he!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's bought a bridle and a pair of new spurs,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And pack'd them up in his breek thie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie's come on to Pudding-burn house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en as fast as he might drie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie's come on to Pudding-burn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where there were thirty Armstrangs and three.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O what's this come o' me now?" quo' Dickie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What mickle wae is this?" quo' he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For here is but ae innocent fule,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there are thirty Armstrangs and three!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet he has come up to the fair ha' board,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae weil he's become his courtesie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Weil may ye be, my gude Laird's Jock!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the deil bless a' your cumpanie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page204" id="page204">[204]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'm come to plain o' your man, fair Johnie Armstrang</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And syne o' his billie Willie," quo he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"How they've been in my house last night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they hae ta'en my three kye frae me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ha!" quo' fair Johnie Armstrang, "we will him hang."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Na," quo' Willie, "we'll him slae."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up and spak another young Armstrang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We'll gie him his batts,<a name="FNanchor_174_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_174_174"><sup>[174]</sup></a> and let him gae."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But up and spak the gude Laird's Jock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The best falla in a' the cumpanie:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sit down thy ways a little while, Dickie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a piece o' thy ain cow's hough I'll gie ye."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Dickie's heart it grew sae grit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That the ne'er a bit o't he dought to eat—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then was he aware of an auld peat-house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where a' the night he thought for to sleep.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie was aware of an auld peat-house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where a' the night he thought for to lye—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' the prayers the pure fule prayed</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were, "I wish I had amends for my gude three kye!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page205" id="page205">[205]</a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was then the use of Pudding-burn house,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the house of Mangerton, all hail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Them that cam na at the first ca',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gat nae mair meat till the neist meal.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lads, that hungry and weary were,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Abune the door-head they threw the key;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dickie he took gude notice o' that,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says—"There will be a bootie for me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie has into the stable gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where there stood thirty horses and three;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' these horses but barely three.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' these horses but barely three;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's loupen on ane, ta'en another in hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And away as fast as he can hie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But on the morn, when the day grew light,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shouts and cries raise loud and hie—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ah! whae has done this?" quo' the gude Laird's Jock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Tell me the truth and the verity!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page206" id="page206">[206]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Whae has done this deed?" quo' the gude Laird's Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"See that to me ye dinna lie!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dickie has been in the stable last night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And has ta'en my brother's horse and mine frae me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ye wad ne'er be tald," quo' the gude Laird's Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Have ye not found my tales fu' leil?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye ne'er wad out o' England bide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till crooked, and blind, and a' would steal."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But lend me thy bay," fair Johnie can say;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There's nae horse loose in the stable save he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll either fetch Dick o' the Cow again,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or the day is come that he shall die."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To lend thee my bay!" the Laird's Jock can say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He's baith worth gowd and gude monie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dick o' the Cow has awa twa horse;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wish na thou may make him three."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has ta'en the laird's jack on his back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A twa-handed sword to hang by his thie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has ta'en a steil cap on his head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And gallopped on to follow Dickie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page207" id="page207">[207]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dickie was na a mile frae aff the town,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat a mile but barely three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he was o'erta'en by fair Johnie Armstrang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Abide, abide, thou traitour thief!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The day is come that thou maun die."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie look't owre his left shoulder,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Said—"Johnie, hast thou nae mae in cumpanie?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There is a preacher in our chapell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' the live lang day teaches he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When day is gane, and night is come,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's ne'er ae word I mark but three.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The first and second is—Faith and Conscience;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The third—Ne'er let a traitour free:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, Johnie, what faith and conscience was thine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When thou took awa my three ky frae me?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And when thou had ta'en awa my three ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou thought in thy heart thou wast not weil sped,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till thou sent thy billie Willie ower the know,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To take thrie coverlets off my wife's bed!"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page208" id="page208">[208]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Johnie let a speir fa' laigh by his thie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thought well to hae slain the innocent, I trow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the powers above were mair than he,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he ran but the puir fule's jerkin through.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Together they ran, or ever they blan;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This was Dickie the fule and he!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dickie could na win at him wi' the blade o' the sword,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But fell'd him wi' the plummet under the e'e.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thus Dickie has fell'd fair Johnie Armstrang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The prettiest man in the south country—-</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gramercy!" then can Dickie say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I had but twa horse, thou hast made me thrie!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's ta'en the steil jack aff Johnie's back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The twa-handed sword that hang low by his thie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's ta'en the steil cap aff his head—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Johnie, I'll tell my master I met wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When Johnie wakened out o' his dream,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat a dreirie man was he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And is thou gane? Now, Dickie, than</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The shame and dule is left wi' me.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page209" id="page209">[209]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And is thou gane? Now, Dickie, than</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The deil gae in thy cumpanie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For if I should live these hundred years,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I ne'er shall fight wi' a fule after thee."—</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie's come hame to the gude Lord Scroope,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en as fast as he might his;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till hie hanged thou shalt be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The shame speed the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"This was na the promise ye made to me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I'd ne'er gane to Liddesdale to steal,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had I not got my leave frae thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But what garr'd thee steal the Laird's Jock's horse?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, limmer, what garr'd ye steal him?" quo' he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For lang thou mightst in Cumberland dwelt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere the Laird's Jock had stown frae thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wan the horse frae fair Johnie Armstrong,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hand to hand, on Cannobie lee.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page210" id="page210">[210]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There is the jack was on his back;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This twa-handed sword hang laigh by his thie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there's the steil cap was on his head;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I brought a' these tokens to let thee see."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If that be true thou to me tells,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(And I think thou dares na tell a lie,)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll gie thee fifteen punds for the horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weil tald on thy cloak lap shall be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll gie thee are o' my best milk ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To maintain thy wife and children thrie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that may be as gude, I think,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As ony twa o' thine wad be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The shame speed the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Trow ye aye to make a fule o' me?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or he's gae to Mortan fair wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's gien him twenty punds for the gude horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' in goud and gude monie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's gien him ane o' his best milk ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To maintain his wife and children thrie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page211" id="page211">[211]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie's come down thro' Carlisle toun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en as fast as he could drie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The first o' men that he met wi'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Was my lord's brother, bailiff Glozenburrie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Weil be ye met, my gude Ralph Scroope!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Welcome, my brother's fule!" quo' he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where didst thou get fair Johnie Armstrong's horse?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where did I get him? but steal him," quo' he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But wilt thou sell me the bonny horse?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?" quo' he:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Aye; if thoul't tell me the monie on my cloak lap:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For there's never ae penny I'll trust thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll gie thee ten punds for the gude horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weil tald on thy cloak lap they shall be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll gie thee ane o' the best milk ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To maintain thy wife and children thrie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The shame speid the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Trow ye ay to make a fule o' me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or he's gae to Mortan fair wi' me."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page212" id="page212">[212]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's gien him twenty punds for the gude horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith in goud and gude monie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's gien him ane o' his best milk ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To maintain his wife and children thrie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I wat a loud laugh laughed he—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wish the neck o' the third horse were broken,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ony of the twa were better than he!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Dickie's come hame to his wife again;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Judge ye how the poor fule had sped!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has gien her twa score English punds,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the thrie auld coverlets ta'en aff her bed.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And tak thee these twa as gude ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow, as a' thy thrie might be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet here is a white-footed nagie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow he'll carry baith thee and me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Armstrongs they would hang me hie."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So Dickie's ta'en leave at lord and master,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And at Burgh under Stanmuir there dwells he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page213" id="page213">[213]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_DICK_O_THE_COW."></a><h3>NOTES ON DICK O' THE COW.</h3> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Then Dickie's come on to Pudding-burn house</i>.—P. 205. v, 3.</span><br /> + +<p>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.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot</i>.—P. 207. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>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.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee</i>.—P. 209. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>A rising-ground on Cannobie, on the borders of Liddesdale.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Ere the Laird's Jock had stown frae thee</i>.—P. 211. v. 4.</span><br /> + +<p>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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page214" id="page214">[214]</a></span> +Dryup, and others, by the deputy of Bewcastle, at a warden-meeting, +for 400 head of cattle taken in open forray from the Drysike in +Bewcastle: and, in September 1587, another complaint appears at the +instance of one Andrew Rutledge 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> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They spuilye puir men of thair pakis,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They leif them nocht on bed nor bakis;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith hen and cok,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With reil and rok,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The <i>Lairdis Jock</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">All with him takis.</span><br /> + +<p>Those, who plundered Dick, had been bred up under an expert teacher.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page215" id="page215">[215]</a></span> +<a name="JOCK_O_THE_SIDE"></a><h2>JOCK O' THE SIDE.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>The subject of this ballad, being a common event in those troublesome +and disorderly times, became a favourite theme of the ballad-makers. +There are, in this collection, no fewer than three poems on the rescue +of prisoners, the incidents in which nearly resemble each other; +though the poetical description is so different, that the editor did +not think himself at liberty to reject any one of them, as borrowed +from the others. As, however, there are several verses, which, in +recitation, are common to all these three songs, the editor, to +prevent unnecessary and disagreeable repetition, has used the freedom +of appropriating them to that, in which they seem to have the best +poetic effect.</p> + +<p>The reality of this story rests solely upon the foundation of +tradition. Jock o' the side seems to have been nephew to the laird +of Mangertoun, cousin to the Laird's Jock, one of his deliverers, and +<span class="newpage"><a name="page216" id="page216">[216]</a></span> +probably brother to Chrystie of the Syde, mentioned in the list of +border clans 1597. Like the Laird's Jock, he also is commemorated by +Sir Richard Maitland.—See the <i>Introduction</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He is weil kend, Johne of the Syde,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A greater theif did never ryde;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never tyris</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For to brek byris.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Our muir and myris</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ouir gude ane guide.</span><br /> + +<p>The land-serjeant, mentioned in this ballad, and also in that of +<i>Hobble Noble</i>, was an officer under the warden, to whom was +committed the apprehending of delinquents, and the care of the public +peace.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page217" id="page217">[217]</a></span> +<a name="JOCK_O_THE_SIDE_POEM"></a><h3>JOCK O' THE SIDE.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Liddesdale has ridden a raid,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I wat they had better hae staid at hame;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Michael o' Winfield he is dead,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Jock o' the Side is prisoner ta'en.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Mangerton house Lady Downie has gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Her coats she has kilted up to her knee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And down the water wi' speed she rins,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While tears in spaits<a name="FNanchor_175_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_175_175"><sup>[175]</sup></a> fa' fast frae her e'e.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up and spoke our gude auld lord—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Bad news, bad news, my Lord Mangerton;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Michael is killed, and they hae ta'en my son Johnie."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page218" id="page218">[218]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ne'er fear, sister Downie," quo' Mangerton;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I have yokes of ousen, eighty and three;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My barns, my byres, and my faulds a' weil fill'd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll part wi' them a' ere Johnie shall die.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Three men I'll send to set him free,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' harneist wi' the best o' steil;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The English louns may hear, and drie</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The weight o' their braid-swords to feel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Hobbie Noble, thou ane maun be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thy coat is blue, thou hast been true,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since England banish'd thee to me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Hobbie was an English man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Bewcastle dale was bred and born:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But his misdeeds they were sae great,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They banish'd him ne'er to return.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord Mangerton them orders gave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Your horses the wrang way maun be shod;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Like gentlemen ye mauna seim,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But look like corn-caugers<a name="FNanchor_176_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_176_176"><sup>[176]</sup></a> ga'en the road.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page219" id="page219">[219]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Your armour gude ye mauna shaw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor yet appear like men o' weir;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As country lads be a' array'd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' branks and brecham<a name="FNanchor_177_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_177_177"><sup>[177]</sup></a> on each mare."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae now their horses are the wrang way shod.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Hobbie has mounted his grey sae fine;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jock his lively bay, Wat's on his white horse, behind,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on they rode for the water of Tyne</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At the Cholerford they all light down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there, wi' the help of the light o' the moon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A tree they cut, wi' fifteen nogs on each side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To climb up the wa' of Newcastle toun.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when they cam to Newcastle toun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And were alighted at the wa',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They fand their tree three ells ower laigh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They fand their stick baith short and sma'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up and spak the Laird's ain Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There's naething for't; the gates we maun force."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when they cam the gate untill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A proud porter withstood baith men and horse.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page220" id="page220">[220]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His neck in twa the Armstrangs wrang;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' fute or hand he ne'er play'd pa!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His life and his keys at anes they hae ta'en,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And cast the body ahind the wa'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now sune they reach Newcastle jail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And to the prisoner thus they call;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Sleeps thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or art thou weary of thy thrall?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Jock answers thus, wi' dulefu' tone;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Aft, aft, I wake—I seldom sleep:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But whae's this kens my name sae well,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thus to mese<a name="FNanchor_178_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_178_178"><sup>[178]</sup></a> my waes does seik?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then out and spak the gude Laird's Jock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now fear ye na, my billie," quo' he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For here are the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Hobbie Noble, come to set thee free."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now hand thy tongue, my gude Laird's Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For ever, alas! this canna be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For if a' Liddesdale was here the night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The morn's the day that I maun die.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page221" id="page221">[221]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hae laid a' right sair on me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Into this dungeon dark and dreirie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fear ye na' that," quo' the Laird's Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Work thou within, we'll work without,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll be sworn we'll set thee free."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The first strong door that they cam at,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They loosed it without a key;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The next chain'd door that they cam at,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They garr'd it a' to flinders flee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The prisoner now upon his back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Laird's Jock has gotten up fu' hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And down the stair, him, irons and a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' nae sma' speid and joy, brings he.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, Jock, my man," quo' Hobbie Noble,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Some o' his weight ye may lay on me."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wat weil no!" quo' the Laird's ain Jock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I count him lighter than a flee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page222" id="page222">[222]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae out at the gates they a' are gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The prisoner's set on horseback hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now wi' speid they've ta'en the gate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie:</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O Jock! sae winsomely's ye ride,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' baith your feet upon ae side;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae weel ye're harneist, and sae trig,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In troth ye sit like ony bride!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The night, tho' wat, they did na mind,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hied them on fu' merrilie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they cam to Cholerford brae,<a name="FNanchor_179_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_179_179"><sup>[179]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where the water ran like mountains hie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when they cam to Cholerford,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There they'met with an auld man;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Says—"Honest man, will the water ride?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tell us in haste, if that ye can."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wat weel no," quo' the gude auld man;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I hae lived here threty years and thrie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor running anes sae like a sea."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page223" id="page223">[223]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then out and spak the Laird's saft Wat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The greatest coward in the cumpanie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now halt, now halt! we need na try't;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The day is come we a' maun die!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Puir faint-hearted thief!" cried the Laird's ain Jock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There'l nae man die but him that's fie;<a name="FNanchor_180_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_180_180"><sup>[180]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll guide ye a' right safely thro';</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' that the water they hae ta'en,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">By ane's and twa's they a' swam thro';</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Here are we a' safe," quo' the Laird's Jock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And, puir faint Wat, what think ye now?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They scarce the other brae had won,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When twenty men they saw pursue;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae Newcastle toun they had been sent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A' English lads baith stout and true.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when the land-serjeant the water saw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"It winna ride, my lads," says he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then cried aloud—"The prisoner take,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But leave the fetters, I pray, to me."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page224" id="page224">[224]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wat weil no," quo' the Laird's Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My gude bay mare—for I am sure,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She has bought them a' right dear frae thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae now they are on to Liddesdale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en as fast as they could them hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The prisoner is brought to's ain fire side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there o's airns they mak him free.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, Jock, my billie," quo' a' the three,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The day is com'd thou was to die;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But thou's as weil at thy ain ingle side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now sitting, I think, 'twixt thee and me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page225" id="page225">[225]</a></span> +<a name="HOBBIE_NOBLE"></a><h2>HOBBIE NOBLE.</h2> +<br /> + +<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.<a name="FNanchor_181_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_181_181"><sup>[181]</sup></a> +Halbert, or Hobbie Noble, appears to have been one of those numerous +English outlaws, who, being forced to fly their own country, had +established themselves on the Scottish borders. As Hobbie continued +his depredations upon the English, they bribed some of his hosts, the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page226" id="page226">[226]</a></span> +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 Mangerton, 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.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page227" id="page227">[227]</a></span> +<p>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, turneys and games of chivalry were +often solemnized. The Mains was anciently a border-keep, near +Castletoun, on the north side of the Liddel, but is now totally +demolished.</p> + +<p>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. Conscouthart Green, and +Rodric-haugh, and the Foulbogshiel, are the names of places in the +same wilds, through which the Scottish plunderers generally made their +raids upon England; as appears from the following passage in a +letter from William, Lord Dacre, to Cardinal Wolsey, 18th July, 1528; +<i>Appendix to Pinkerton's Scotland</i>, v. 12, No. XIX. "Like it also +your grace, seeing the disordour within Scotlaund, and that all the +mysguyded men, borderers of the same, inhabiting within Eskdale, +Ewsdale, Walghopedale, Liddesdale, and a part of Tividale, foranempt +Bewcastelldale, and a part of the middle marches of this the +king's bordours, entres not this west and middle marches, to do any +attemptate to the king our said soveraine's subjects: but thaye come +throrow Bewcastelldale, and retornes, for the most part, the same waye +agayne."</p> + +<p>Willeva and Speir Edom are small districts in Bewcastledale, through +<span class="newpage"><a name="page228" id="page228">[228]</a></span> +which also the Hartlie-burn takes its course.</p> + +<p>Of the castle of Mangertoun, so often mentioned in these ballads, +there are very few vestiges. It was situated on the banks of the +Liddel, below Castletoun. In the wall of a neighbouring mill, which +has been entirely built from the ruins of the tower, there is a +remarkable stone, bearing the arms of the lairds of Mangertoun, and +a long broad-sword, with the figures 1583; probably the date of +building, or repairing, the castle. On each side of the shield are +the letters S.A. and E.E. standing probably for Simon Armstrong, +and Elizabeth Elliot. Such is the only memorial of the laird of +Mangertoun, except those rude ballads, which the editor now offers to +the public.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page229" id="page229">[229]</a></span> +<a name="HOBBIE_NOBLE_POEM"></a><h3>HOBBIE NOBLE.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Foul fa' the breast first treason bred in!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That Liddesdale may safely say:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For in it there was baith meat and drink,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And corn unto our geldings gay.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we were a' stout-hearted men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As England she might often say;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now we may turn our backs and flee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Since brave Noble is sold away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Hobbie was an English man,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And born into Bewcastle dale;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But his misdeeds they were sae great,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They banish'd him to Liddesdale.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page230" id="page230">[230]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At Kershope foot the tryst was set,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kershope of the lilye lee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there was traitor Sim o' the Mains,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And with him a private companie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Hobbie has graithed his body fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith wi' the iron and wi' the steil;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he has ta'en out his fringed grey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there, brave Hobbie, he rade him weel.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Hobbie is down the water gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'en as fast as he could his;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho' a' should hae bursten and broken their hearts,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Frae that riding tryst he wad na be.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Weel be ye met, my feres<a name="FNanchor_182_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_182_182"><sup>[182]</sup></a> five!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And now, what is your will wi' me?"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they cried a', wi ae consent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Wilt thou with us into England ride,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thy safe warrand we will be?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If we get a horse, worth a hundred pound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Upon his back thou sune shalt be."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page231" id="page231">[231]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I dare not by day into England ride;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The land-serjeant has me at feid:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And I know not what evil may betide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And Anton Shiel he loves not me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I gat twa drifts o' his sheep;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The great Earl of Whitfield<a name="FNanchor_183_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_183_183"><sup>[183]</sup></a> loves me not,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For nae geer frae me he e'er could keep.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But will ye stay till the day gae down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Untill the night come o'er the grund,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll be a guide worth ony twa,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That may in Liddesdale be found.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Tho' the night be black as pick and tar,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll guide ye o'er yon hill sae hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And bring ye a' in safety back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">If ye'll be true, and follow me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He has guided them o'er moss and muir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er hill and hope, and mony a down;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they came to the Foulbogshiel,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page232" id="page232">[232]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But word is gane to the land-serjeant,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Askerton where that he lay—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The deer, that ye hae hunted sae lang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Is seen into the Waste this day."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Then Hobbie Noble is that deer!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat he carries the style fu' hie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Aft has he driven our bluidhounds back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set ourselves at little lee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">See they sharp their arrows on the wa':</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Warn Willeva, and Speir Edom,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see the morn they meet me a'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see it be by break o' day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we will on to Conscouthart-green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For there, I think, we'll get our prey."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Hobbie Noble has dreimt a dreim,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the Foulbogshiel, where that he lay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He dreimt his horse was aneath him shot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he himself got hard away.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page233" id="page233">[233]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The cocks could craw, the day could daw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I wot sae even fell down the rain;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had Hobble na wakened at that time,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the Foulbogshiel he had been ta'en or slain.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Awake, awake, my feres five!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I trow here makes a fu' ill day;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yet the worst cloak o' this company,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hope, shall cross the Waste this day."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now Hobbie thought the gates were clear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, ever alas! it was na sae:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were beset by cruel men and keen,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That away brave Hobbie might na gae.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Yet follow me, my feres five,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And see ye kelp of me guid ray;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the worst cloak o' this company</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even yet may cross the Waste this day."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the land-serjeant's men came Hobbie before,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The traitor Sim came Hobbie behin',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So had Noble been wight as Wallace was,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Away, alas! he might na win.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page234" id="page234">[234]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Hobbie had but a laddie's sword;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But he did mair than a laddie's deed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For that sword had clear'd Conscouthart green,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Had it not broke o'er Jerswigham's head.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then they hae ta'en brave Hobbie Noble,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi's ain bowstring they band him sae;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But his gentle heart was ne'er sae sair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As when his ain five bound him on the brae.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hae ta'en him on for west Carlisle;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They asked him, if he kend the way?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho' much he thought, yet little he said;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He knew the gate as weel as they.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hae ta'en him up the Ricker-gate;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wives they cast their windows wide:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every wife to another can say,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"That's the man loosed Jock o' the Side!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Fy on ye, women! why ca' ye me man?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For it's nae man that I'm used like;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I am but like a forfoughen<a name="FNanchor_184_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_184_184"><sup>[184]</sup></a> hound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has been fighting in a dirty syke."<a name="FNanchor_185_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_185_185"><sup>[185]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page235" id="page235">[235]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They hae had him up thro' Carlisle toun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And set him by the chimney fire;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They gave brave Noble a loaf to eat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that was little his desire.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They gave him a wheaten loaf to eat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And after that a can of beer;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they a' cried, with one consent,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Eat, brave Noble, and make gude cheir!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Confess my lord's horse, Hobbie," they said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And to-morrow in Carlisle thou's na die."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"How can I confess them," Hobbie says,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"When I never saw them with my e'e?"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then Hobbie has sworn a fu' great aith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Bi the day that he was gotten and born,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He never had ony thing o' my lord's,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That either eat him grass or corn.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I think again I'll ne'er thee see:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wad hae betrayed nae lad alive,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For a' the gowd o' Christentie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page236" id="page236">[236]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And fare thee weel, sweet Liddesdale!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Baith the hie land and the law;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Keep ye weel frae the traitor Mains!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For goud and gear he'll sell ye a'.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Yet wad I rather be ca'd Hobbie Noble,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Carlisle, where he suffers for his fau't,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than I'd be ca'd the traitor Mains,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That eats and drinks o' the meal and maut."</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page237" id="page237">[237]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_HOBBIE_NOBLE."></a><h3>NOTES ON HOBBIE NOBLE.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Aft has he driven our bluidhounds back</i>.—P. 234. v. 2.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The russet blood-hound wont, near Annand's stream,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"To trace the sly thief with avenging foot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Close as an evil conscience still at hand."</span><br /> + +<p>Our ancient statutes inform us, that the blood-hound, or sluith-hound +(so called from its quality of tracing the slot, or track, of men and +animals), was early used in the pursuit and detection of marauders. +<i>Nullus perturbet, aut impediat canem trassantem, aut homines +trassantes cum ipso, ad sequendum latrones.—Regiam Majestatem</i>, +Lib. 4tus, Cap. 32. And, so late as 1616, there was an order from the +king's commissioners of the northern counties, that a certain number +of slough-hounds should be maintained in every district of Cumberland, +bordering upon Scotland. They were of great value, being sometimes +sold for a hundred crowns. <i>Exposition of Bleau's Atlas, voce +Nithsdale</i>. The breed of this sagacious animal, which could trace +the human footstep with the most unerring accuracy, is now nearly +extinct.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page238" id="page238">[238]</a></span> +<a name="ARCHIE_OF_CAFIELD"></a><h2>ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD.</h2> +<br /> + +<p>It may perhaps be thought, that, from the near resemblance which this +ballad bears to Kinmont Willie, and Jock o' the Side, the editor might +have dispensed with inserting it in this collection. But, although +the incidents in these three ballads are almost the same, yet there +is considerable variety in the language; and each contains minute +particulars, highly characteristic of border manners, which it is the +object of this publication to illustrate. Ca'field, or Calfield, 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, there called Calfhill, are repeatedly marked as +delinquents.—<i>History of Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, Vol. +I. <i>Introduction</i>, p. 33. "<i>Mettled John Hall, from the laigh +Tiviotdale</i>," is perhaps John Hall of Newbigging, mentioned in the +list of border clans, as one of the chief men of name residing on the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page239" id="page239">[239]</a></span> +middle marches in 1597. The editor has been enabled to add several +stanzas to this ballad, since publication of the first edition. +They were obtained from recitation; and, as they contrast the brutal +indifference of the elder brother with the zeal and spirit of his +associates, they add considerably to the dramatic effect of the whole.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page240" id="page240">[240]</a></span> +<h3>ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As I was a walking mine alane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It was by the dawning of the day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I heard twa brithers make their mane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I listened weel to what they did say.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The youngest to the eldest said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Blythe and merrie how can we be?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There were three brithren of us born,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ane of us is condemned to die."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"An' ye wad be merrie, an' ye wad be sad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What the better wad billie Archie be?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unless I had thirty men to mysell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' to ride in my cumpanie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page241" id="page241">[241]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ten to hald the horses' heads,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And other ten the watch to be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And ten to break up the strong prison,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where billy<a name="FNanchor_186_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_186_186"><sup>[186]</sup></a> Archie he does lie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up and spak him mettled John Hall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(The luve of Teviotdale aye was he)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"An' I had eleven men to mysell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Its aye the twalt man I wad be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(I wot and little gude worth was he)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thirty men is few anew,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a' to ride in our cumpanie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was horsing, horsing in haste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there was marching on the lee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they cam to Murraywhate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they lighted there right speedilie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A smith! a smith!" Dickie he cries,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A smith, a smith, right speedilie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For its unkensome<a name="FNanchor_187_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_187_187"><sup>[187]</sup></a> we wad be."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page242" id="page242">[242]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There lives a smith on the water side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will shoe my little black mare for me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I've a crown in my pocket,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And every groat of it I wad gie."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The night is mirk, and its very mirk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And by candle light I canna weel see;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The night is mirk, and its very pit mirk,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there will never a nail ca' right for me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Shame fa' you and your trade baith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Canna beet<a name="FNanchor_188_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_188_188"><sup>[188]</sup></a> a gude fellow by your myster<a name="FNanchor_189_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_189_189"><sup>[189]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But leez me on thee, my little black mare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There was horsing, horsing in haste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there was marching upon the lee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they cam to Dumfries port,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they lighted there right speedilie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There's five of us will hold the horse,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And other five will watchmen be:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But wha's the man, amang ye a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Will gae to the Tolbooth door wi' me?"</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page243" id="page243">[243]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O up then spak him mettled John Hall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Frae the laigh Tiviotdale was he)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"If it should cost my life this very night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I'll gae to the Tolbooth door wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Be of gude cheir, now, Archie, lad!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Be of gude cheir, now, dear billie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Work thou within, and we without,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the mom thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Jockie Hall stepped to the door,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he bended low back his knee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And he made the bolts, the door hang on,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loup frae the wa' right wantonlie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He took the prisoner on his back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And down the Tolbooth stair cam he;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The black mare stood ready at the door,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wot a foot ne'er stirred she.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They laid the links out ower her neck,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And that was her gold twist to be;<a name="FNanchor_190_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_190_190"><sup>[190]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they cam down thro' Dumfries toun,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wow but they cam speedilie.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page244" id="page244">[244]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The live long night these twelve men rade,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And aye till they were right wearie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they cam to the Murraywhate,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they lighted there right speedilie.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A smith! a smith!" then Dickie he cries;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"A smith, a smith, right speedilie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To file the irons frae my dear brither!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For forward, forward we wad be,"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They had na filed a shackle of iron,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A shackle of iron but barely thrie,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When out and spak young Simon brave,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O dinna ye see what I do see?</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Lo! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a hundred men in his cumpanie;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This night will be our lyke-wake night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The morn the day we a' maun die,"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O there was mounting, mounting in haste,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there was marching upon the lee;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they cam to Annan water,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it was flowing like the sea.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page245" id="page245">[245]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"My mare is young and very skeigh,<a name="FNanchor_191_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_191_191"><sup>[191]</sup></a></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And in o' the weil<a name="FNanchor_192_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_192_192"><sup>[192]</sup></a> she will drown me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And sune through the water we sall be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(I wot and little gude worth was he)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We had better lose are than lose a' the lave;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll lose the prisoner, we'll gae free."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Shame fa' you and your lands baith!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wad ye e'en<a name="FNanchor_193_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_193_193"><sup>[193]</sup></a> your lands to your born billy?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And yet thro' the water we sall be."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Now they did swim that wan water,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wow but they swam bonilie!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Until they cam to the other side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For there is an ale-house here hard by,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And it shall not cost thee ae penny."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page246" id="page246">[246]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I wot they cost me dear aneugh."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Yestreen I was your prisoner,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now this morning am I free."</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page247" id="page247">[247]</a></span> +<a name="ARMSTRONGS_GOODNIGHT"></a><h2>ARMSTRONG'S GOODNIGHT.</h2> +<br /> + +<p><i>The followng verses are said to have been composed by one of +the</i> ARMSTRONGS, <i>executed for the murder of Sir</i> JOHN +CARMICHAEL <i>of Edrom, warden of the middle marches, (See</i> p. +<a href="#page165">165</a>.) <i>The tune is popular in Scotland; but whether these are the +original words, will admit of a doubt</i>.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">This night is my departing night,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For here nae langer must I stay;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's neither friend nor foe o' mine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But wishes me away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What I have done thro' lack of wit,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I never, never, can recall;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I hope ye're a' my friends as yet;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Goodnight and joy be with you all!</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page248" id="page248">[248]</a></span> +<a name="THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT"></a><h2>THE FRAY OF SUPORT.</h2> +<h4>AN ANCIENT BORDER GATHERING SONG FROM TRADITION.</h4> +<br /> + +<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 chaunted 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 Kershope, 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 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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page249" id="page249">[249]</a></span> +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 chace, 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 copy is corrected from four copies, which differed widely from +each other.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page250" id="page250">[250]</a></span> +<a name="THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT_POEM"></a><h3>THE FRAY OF SUPORT.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sleep'ry Sim of the Lamb-hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And snoring Jock of Suport-mill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye are baith right het and fou';—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But my wae wakens na you.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Last night I saw a sorry sight—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nought left me, o' four-and-twenty gude ousen and ky,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My weel-ridden gelding, and a white quey,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But a toom byre and a wide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the twelve nogs<a name="FNanchor_194_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_194_194"><sup>[194]</sup></a> on ilka side.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' gane.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page251" id="page251">[251]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Weel may ye ken,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Last night I was right scarce o' men:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Toppet Hob o' the Mains had guesten'd in my</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">house by chance;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I set him to wear the fore-door wi' the speir, while I</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">kept the back door wi' the lance;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But they hae run him thro' the thick o' the thie, and</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">broke his knee-pan,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the mergh<a name="FNanchor_195_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_195_195"><sup>[195]</sup></a> o' his shin bane has run down on his</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">spur leather whang:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He's lame while he lives, and where'er he may gang.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' gane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But Peenye, my gude son, is out at the Hagbut-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His e'en glittering for anger like a fierye gleed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Crying—"Mak sure the nooks</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Maky's-muir crooks;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the wily Scot takes by nooks, hooks, and crooks.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gin we meet a' together in a head the morn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll be merry men."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a'</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' gane.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page252" id="page252">[252]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There's doughty Cuddy in the Heugh-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou was aye gude at a' need:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With thy brock-skin bag at thy belt,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ay ready to mak a puir man help.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou maun awa' out to the cauf-craigs,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">(Where anes ye lost your ain twa naigs)</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there toom thy brock-skin bag.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' taen.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirst,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou was aye gude at a birst:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Gude wi' a bow, and better wi' a speir,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bauldest march-man, that e'er followed gear;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come thou here.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' gane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Rise, ye carle coopers, frae making o' kirns and tubs,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the Nicol forest woods.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your craft has na left the value of an oak rod,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if you had had ony fear o' God,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Last night ye had na slept sae sound,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And let my gear be a' ta'en.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' ta'en.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page253" id="page253">[253]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ah! lads, we'll fang them a' in a net!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I hae a' the fords o' Liddel set;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Dunkin, and the Door-loup,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Willie-ford, and the Water-slack,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Black-rack and the Trout-dub o' Liddel;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There stands John Forster wi' five men at his back,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' bufft coat and cap of steil:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Boo! ca' at them e'en, Jock;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ford's sicker, I wat weil.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' ta'en.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Hoo! hoo! gar raise the Reid Souter, and Ringan's Wat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a broad elshin and a wicker;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I wat weil they'll mak a ford sicker.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae whether they be Elliots or Armstrangs,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or rough riding Scots, or rude Johnstones,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Or whether they be frae the Tarras or Ewsdale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They maun turn and fight, or try the deeps o' Liddel.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' ta'en.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Ah! but they will play ye another jigg,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For they will out at the big rig,</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page254" id="page254">[254]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But I hae another wile for that:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I hae little Will, and stalwart Wat,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And lang Aicky, in the Souter moor,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' his sleuth dog sits in his watch right sure:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shou'd the dog gie a bark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He'll be out in his sark,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And die or won.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' ta'en.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ha! boys—I see a party appearing—wha's yon!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Methinks it's the captain of Bewcastle, and Jephtha's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">John,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They'll make a sicker, come which way they will.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Ha lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a' ta'en.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Captain Musgrave, and a' his band,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Are coming down by the Siller-strand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And the muckle toun-bell o' Carlisle is rung:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My gear was a' weel won,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And before it's carried o'er the border, mony a man's</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">gae down.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3em;">My gear's a gane.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page255" id="page255">[255]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_THE_FRAY_OF_SUPORT."></a><h3>NOTES ON THE FRAY OF SUPORT.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And there, toom thy brock-skin bag</i>.—P. 254. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>The badger-skin pouch was used for carrying ammunition.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>In the Nicol forest woods</i>.—P. 254. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>A wood in Cumberland, in which Suport is situated.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>For I hae a' the fords o' Liddel set</i>.—P. 255. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>Watching fords was a ready mode of intercepting the marauders; the +names of the most noted fords upon the Liddel are recited in this +verse.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap</i>.—P. 256. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>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 dependants, 8th January, 1602.—<i>Introduction to History of +Westmoreland and Cumberland</i>, p. 111.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Wi' his sleuth dog sits in his watch right sure</i>.—P 256. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>The centinels, who, by the march laws, were planted upon the border +each night, had usually sleuth-dogs, or blood-hounds, along with +<span class="newpage"><a name="page256" id="page256">[256]</a></span> +them.—See <i>Nicolson's Border Laws</i>, and <i>Lord Wharton's +Regulations, in the 6th of Edward VI</i>.</p> + +<p>Of the blood-hound we have said something in the notes on <i>Hobbie +Noble</i>; but we may, in addition, refer to the following poetical +description of the qualities and uses of that singular animal:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—Upon the banks</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of Tweed, slow winding thro' the vale, the seat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of war and rapine once, ere Britons knew</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To lasting leagues the haughty rivals awed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There dwelt a pilfering race; well trained and skill'd</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their only substance, feuds and war their sport.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Not more expert in every fraudful art</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The arch felon was of old, who by the tail</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Drew back his lowing prize: in vain his wiles,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In vain the shelter of the covering rock,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In vain the sooty cloud, and ruddy flames,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That issued from his mouth; for soon he paid</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His forfeit life: a debt how justly due</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To wronged Alcides, and avenging Heaven!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">Veil'd in the shades of night, they ford the stream;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then, prowling far and near, whate'er they seize</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Becomes their prey; nor flocks nor herds are safe,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Nor stalls protect the steer, nor strong barr'd doors</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Secure the favourite horse. Soon as the morn</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Reveals his wrongs, with ghastly visage wan</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The plunder'd owner stands, and from his lips</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A thousand thronging curses burst their way.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He calls his stout allies, and in a line</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His faithful hound he leads; then, with a voice</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That utters loud his rage, attentive cheers.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Soon the sagacious brute, his curling tail</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Flourish'd in air, low bending, plies around</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His busy nose, the steaming vapour snuffs</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Inquisitive, nor leaves one turf untried;</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page257" id="page257">[257]</a></span> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Till, conscious of the recent stains, his heart</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Beats quick, his snuffling nose, his active tail,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Attest his joy; then, with deep-opening mouth</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That makes the welkin tremble, he proclaims</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The audacious felon; foot by foot he marks</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His winding way, while all the listening crowd</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Applaud his reasonings. O'er the watery ford,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dry sandy heaths, and stony barren hills,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er beaten tracks, with men and beast distain'd,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unerring he pursues; till, at the cot</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Arrived, and seizing by his guilty throat</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The caitiff vile, redeems the captive prey:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">So exquisitely delicate his sense!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">SOMERVILLE'S <i>Chase</i>.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Methinks it's the Captain of Newcastle, &c.</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan</i>.—P. 256. v. 2.</span><br /> + +<p>According to the late Glenriddell's notes on this ballad, the office +of captain of Bewcastle was held by the chief of the Nixons.</p> + +<p>Catlowdie is a small village in Cumberland, near the junction of the +Esk and Liddel.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Captain Musgrave and a' his band</i>.—P. 256. v. 3.</span><br /> + +<p>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 +6th Edward VI.</p> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page258" id="page258">[258]</a></span> +<a name="LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT"></a><h2>LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.</h2> + +<h3>NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.</h3> +<br /> + +<p>This beautiful ballad is published from a copy in Glenriddel's MSS., +with some slight variations from tradition. It alludes to one of the +most remarkable feuds upon the west marches.</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 +<span class="newpage"><a name="page259" id="page259">[259]</a></span> +chieftain;<a name="FNanchor_196_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_196_196"><sup>[196]</sup></a> who, following up his advantage, burned Johnstone's +castle of Lochwood, observing, with savage glee, that he would +give Lady Johnstone light enough by which to "set her hood." In +a subsequent conflict, Johnstone himself was defeated, and made +prisoner, and is said to have died of grief at the disgrace which he +sustained.—See <i>Spottiswoode</i> and <i>Johnstone's Histories</i>, +and <i>Moyse's Memoirs, ad annum</i> 1585.</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.—[<i>See the following Ballad and Introduction</i>.] The +injured parties, being apprehensive that Maxwell would not cordially +embrace their cause, on account of his late reconciliation with the +<span class="newpage"><a name="page260" id="page260">[260]</a></span> +Johnstones, endeavoured to overcome his reluctance, by ottering +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 Dumfries-shire +became, for a time, the vassals of Lord Maxwell. This secret alliance +was discovered to Sir James Johnstone by the laird of Cummertrees, +one of his own clan, though a retainer to Maxwell. Cummertrees +even contrived to possess himself of the bonds of manrent, which he +delivered to his chief. The petty warfare betwixt the rival barons was +instantly renewed. Buccleuch, a near relation of Johnstone, came to +his assistance with his clan, "the most renowned freebooters (says +a historian), the fiercest and bravest warriors, among the border +tribes"<a name="FNanchor_197_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_197_197"><sup>[197]</sup></a> With Buccleuch also came the Elliots, Armstrongs, and +Graemes. 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 Nithesdale, displayed his banner as the +king's lieutenant, and invaded Annandale, at the head of 2000 men. In +<span class="newpage"><a name="page261" id="page261">[261]</a></span> +those days, however, the royal auspices 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 +"<i>Lockerby lick</i>." The barons of Lag, Closeburn, and Drumlanrig, +escaped by the fleetness of their horses; a circumstance alluded to in +the following ballad.</p> + +<p>This fatal battle was followed by a long feud, attended with all the +circumstances of horror, proper to a barbarous age. Johnstone, in his +diffuse manner, describes it thus: "<i>Ab eo die ultro citroque +in Annandia et Nithia magnis utriusque regionis jacturis certatum. +Caedes, incendia, rapinae, et nefanda facinora; liberi in maternis +gremiis trucidati; mariti in conspectu conjugum suarum, incensae +villae lamentabiles ubique querimoniae et horribiles armorum +fremitus</i>." JOHNSTONI <i>Historia, Ed. Amstael</i>. p. 182.</p> + +<p>John, Lord Maxwell, with whose <i>Goodnight</i> the reader is here +presented, was son to him who fell at the battle of Dryffe Sands, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page262" id="page262">[262]</a></span> +and is said to have early vowed 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 Dumfries-shire, he sought an amicable +interview with Johnstone, under 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. The two chieftains met, each with a single attendant, at a +place called Achmanhill, 6th April, 1608. A quarrel arising betwixt +the two gentlemen who attended them (Charles Maxwell, brother to the +laird of Kirkhouse, and Johnstone of Lockerby), and a pistol being +discharged, Sir James turned his horse to separate the combatants; at +which instant Lord Maxwell shot him through the back with a brace of +bullets, of which wound he died on the spot, after having for some +<span class="newpage"><a name="page263" id="page263">[263]</a></span> +time gallantly defended himself against Maxwell, who endeavoured to +strike him with his sword. "A fact," saith Spottiswoode, "detested by +all honest men, and the gentleman's misfortune severely lamented, +for he was a man full of wisdom and courage."—SPOTTISWOODE, +<i>Edition</i> 1677, <i>pages</i> 467, 504. JOHNSTONI <i>Historia, Ed. +Amstael</i>. pp. 254, 283, 449.</p> + +<p>Lord Maxwell, the murderer, made his escape to France; but, having +ventured to return to Scotland, he was apprehended lurking in the +wilds of Caithness, and brought to trial at Edinburgh. The royal +authority was now much strengthened by the union of the crowns, and +James employed it in staunching the feuds of the nobility, with a +firmness which was no attribute of his general character. But, in the +best actions of that monarch, there seems to have been an unfortunate +tincture of that meanness, so visible on the present occasion. +Lord Maxwell was indicted for the murder of Johnstone; but this was +combined with a charge of <i>fire-raising</i>, which, according to the +ancient Scottish law, if perpetrated by a landed man, constituted a +species of treason, and inferred forfeiture. Thus, the noble purpose +of public justice was sullied, by being united with that of enriching +some needy favourite. John, Lord Maxwell, was condemned, and beheaded, +21st May, 1613. Sir Gideon Murray, treasurer-depute, had a great share +of his forfeiture; but the attainder was afterwards reversed, and +the honours and estate were conferred upon the brother of +the deceased.—LAING'S <i>History of Scotland</i>, Vol. I. p. +62.—JOHNSTONI <i>Historia</i>, p. 493.</p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page264" id="page264">[264]</a></span> +<p>The lady, mentioned in the ballad, was sister to the Marquis of +Hamilton, and, according to Johnstone the historian, had little reason +to regret being separated from her husband, whose harsh treatment +finally occasioned her death. But Johnstone appears not to be +altogether untinctured with the prejudices of his clan, and is +probably, in this instance, guilty of exaggeration; as the active +share, taken by the Marquis of Hamilton in favour of Maxwell, is a +circumstance inconsistent with such a report.</p> + +<p>Thus was finally ended, by a salutary example of severity, the "foul +debate" betwixt the Maxwells and Johnstones, in the course of which +each family lost two chieftains; one dying of a broken heart, one in +the field of battle, one by assassination, and one by the sword of the +executioner.</p> + +<p>It seems reasonable to believe, that the following ballad must have +been written before the death of Lord Maxwell, in 1613; otherwise +there would have been some allusion to that event. It must therefore +have been composed betwixt 1608 and that period.</p> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page265" id="page265">[265]</a></span> +<a name="LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT_POEM"></a><h3>LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu, madame, my mother dear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But and my sisters three!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu, fair Robert of Orchardstane!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My heart is wae for thee.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu, the lily and the rose,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The primrose fair to see:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu, my ladie, and only joy!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I may not stay with thee.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Though I hae slain the Lord Johnstone,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">What care I for their feid?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My noble mind their wrath disdains:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was my father's deid.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Both night and day I laboured oft</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Of him avenged to be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But now I've got what lang I sought,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I may not stay with thee.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page266" id="page266">[266]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Adieu! Drumlanrig, false wert aye,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Closeburn in a Land!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The laird of Lag, frae my father that fled,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the Johnston struck aff his hand.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were three brethren in a band—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Joy may they never see!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Their treacherous art, and cowardly heart,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Has twin'd my love and me,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu! Dumfries, my proper place,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But and Carlaverock fair!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu! my castle of the Thrieve,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' a my buildings there:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu! Lochmaben's gates sae fair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Langholm-holm where birks there be;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu! my ladye, and only joy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For, trust me, I may not stay wi' thee,</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Adieu! fair Eskdale up and down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where my puir friends do dwell;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The bangisters<a name="FNanchor_198_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_198_198"><sup>[198]</sup></a> will ding them down,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And will them sair compell.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I'll avenge their feid mysell,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When I come o'er the sea;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Adieu! my ladye, and only joy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For I may not stay wi' thee."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page267" id="page267">[267]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Lord of the land!"—that ladye said,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O wad ye go wi' me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Unto my brother's stately tower,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Where safest ye may be!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">There Hamiltons and Douglas baith,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Shall rise to succour thee."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Thanks for thy kindness, fair my dame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But I may not stay wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then he tuik aff a gay gold ring,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thereat hang signets three;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Hae, take thee that, mine ain dear thing,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And still hae mind o' me;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But, if thou take another lord,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ere I come ower the sea—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His life is but a three day's lease,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Tho' I may not stay wi' thee."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wind was fair, the ship was clear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That good lord went away;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And most part of his friends were there,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To give him a fair convey.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They drank the wine, they did na spair,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Even in that gude lord's sight—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Lord Maxwell has ta'en his Goodnight.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page268" id="page268">[268]</a></span> +<a name="NOTES_ON_LORD_MAXWELLS_GOODNIGHT."></a><h3>NOTES ON LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>Adieu! Drumlanrig, &c.</i>.—P. 268. v. 1.</span><br /> + +<p>The reader will perceive, from the Introduction, what connection the +bond, subscribed by Douglas of Drumlanrig, Kirkpatrick of Closeburn, +and Grierson of Lagg, had with the death of Lord Maxwell's father. For +the satisfaction of those, who may be curious as to the form of +these bonds, I have transcribed a letter of manrent,<a name="FNanchor_199_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_199_199"><sup>[199]</sup></a> from a MS. +collection of upwards of twenty deeds of that nature, copied from the +originals by the late John Syme, Esq. writer to the signet; for +the use of which, with many other favours of a similar nature, I am +indebted to Dr. Robert Anderson of Edinburgh. The bond is granted by +Thomas Kirkpatrick of Closeburn, to Robert, Lord Maxwell, father of +him who was slain at the battle of the Dryffe Sands.</p> +<p></p> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page269" id="page269">[269]</a></span> +<h4>BOND OF MANRENT.</h4> + +<blockquote> +"Be it kend till all men be thir present lettres, me Thomas Kirkpatrik +of Closburn, to be bundin and oblist, and be the tenor heirof, bindis +and oblissis me be the faith and treuth of my body, in manrent and +service to ane nobil and mychty lord, Robert Lord Maxwell, induring +all the dayis of my lyfe; and byndis and oblissis me, as said is, to +be leill and trew man and servand to the said Robert Lord Maxwell, +my master, and sall nowthir heir nor se his skaith, but sall lat the +samyn at my uter power, an warn him therof. And I sall conceill it +that the said lord schawis to me, and sall gif him agane the best +leill and trew counsale that I can, quhen he ony askis at me; and that +I sall ryde with my kin, freyndis, servandis, and allies, that wil do +for me, or to gang with the said lord; and do to him aefauld, trew, +and thankful service, and take aefauld playne part with the said lord, +my maister, in all and sindry his actionis, causis, querrellis, leful +and honest, movit, or to be movit be him, or aganis him, baith in +peace and weir, contrair or aganis all thae that leiffes or de may +(my allegeant to owr soveran ladye the quenis grace, her tutor and +governor, allanerly except). And thir my lettres of manrent, for all +the dayis of my life foresaid to indure, all dissimulations, fraud, +or gyle, secludit and away put. In witness, &c." The deed is signed at +Edinburgh, 3d February, 1542. +</blockquote> +<p>In the collection, from which this extract is made, there are bonds +of a similar nature granted to Lord Maxwell, by Douglas of Drumlanrig, +ancestor of the Duke of Queensberry; by Crichton Lord Sanquhar, +ancestor of the earls of Dumfries, and many of his kindred; by +Stuart of Castlemilk; by Stuart of Garlies, ancestor of the earls +of Galloway; by Murray of Cockpool, ancestor of the Murrays, lords +Annandale; by Grierson of Lagg, Gordon of Lochmaben, and many other of +the most ancient and respectable barons in the south-west of Scotland, +binding themselves, in the most submissive terms, to become the +liegemen and the vassals of the house of Maxwell; a circumstance which +<span class="newpage"><a name="page270" id="page270">[270]</a></span> +must highly excite our idea of the power of that family. Nay, even +the rival chieftain, Johnstone of Johnstone, seems at one time to +have come under a similar obligation to Maxwell, by a bond, dated 11th +February 1528, in which reference is made to the counter-obligation of +the patron, in these words: "Forasmeikle as the said lord has oblist +him to supple, maintene, and defend me, in the peciabill brouking and +joysing of all my landis, rentis, &c. and to take my aefald, leill and +trew part, in all my good actionis, causis, and quarles, leiful and +honest, aganes all deedlie, his alledgeance to our soveraigne lord the +king allanerly excepted, as at mair length is contained in his lettres +of maintenance maid to me therupon; therfore, &c." he proceeds to bind +himself as liegeman to the Maxwell.</p> + +<p>I cannot dismiss the subject without observing, that, in the dangerous +times of Queen Mary, when most of these bonds are dated, many barons, +for the sake of maintaining unanimity and good order, may have chosen +to enroll themselves among the clients of Lord Maxwell, then warden +of the border, from which, at a less turbulent period, personal +considerations would have deterred them.</p> + +<p><i>Adieu! my castle of the Thrieve</i>.—P. 268. v. 2.</p> + +<p>This fortress is situated in the stewartry of Kirkcudbright, upon an +island about two acres in extent, formed by the river Dee. The walls +are very thick and strong, and bear the marks of great antiquity. It +was a royal castle; but the keeping of it, agreeable to the feudal +practice, was granted by charter, or sometimes by a more temporary and +precarious right, to different powerful families, together with lands +for their good service in maintaining and defending the place. This +office of heritable keeper remained with the Nithesdale family (chief +of the Maxwells) till their forfeiture, 1715. The garrison seems to +have been victualled upon feudal principles; for each parish in the +stewartry was burdened with the yearly payment of a <i>lardner mart +cow</i>, i.e. a cow fit for being killed and salted at Martinmas, for +winter provisions. The right of levying these cattle was retained by +<span class="newpage"><a name="page271" id="page271">[271]</a></span> +the Nithesdale family, when they sold the castle and estate, in +1704, and they did not cease to exercise it till their +attainder.—<i>Fountainhall's Decisions</i>, Vol. I. p. 688.</p> + +<p>This same castle of the Thrieve was, A.D. 1451-2, the scene of an +outrageous and cruel insult upon the royal authority. The fortress was +then held by William VIII. Earl of Douglas, who, in fact, possessed a +more unlimited authority over the southern districts of Scotland, +than the reigning monarch. The earl had, on some pretence, seized +and imprisoned a baron, called Maclellan, tutor of Bombie, whom he +threatened to bring to trial, by his power of hereditary jurisdiction. +The uncle of this gentleman, Sir Patrick Gray of Foulis, who commanded +the body-guard of James II., obtained from that prince a warrant, +requiring from Earl Douglas the body of the prisoner. When Gray +appeared, the earl instantly suspected his errand. "You have not +dined," said he, without suffering him to open his commission: "it is +ill talking between a full man and a fasting." While Gray was at meat, +the unfortunate prisoner was, by Douglas's command, led forth to the +court-yard and beheaded. When the repast was finished, the king's +letter was presented and opened. "Sir Patrick," says Douglas, leading +Gray to the court, "right glad had I been to honour the king's +messenger; but you have come too late. Yonder lies your sister's son, +without the head: you are welcome to his dead body." Gray, having +mounted his horse, turned to the earl, and expressed his wrath in a +deadly oath, that he would requite the injury with Douglas's heart's +blood.—"To horse!" cried the haughty baron, and the messenger of +his prince was pursued till within a few miles of Edinburgh. Gray, +however, had an opportunity of keeping his vow; for, being upon guard +in the king's anti-chamber at Stirling, when James, incensed at the +insolence of the earl, struck him with his dagger, Sir Patrick rushed +in, and dispatched him with a pole-axe. The castle of Thrieve was the +last of the fortresses which held out for the house of Douglas, after +<span class="newpage"><a name="page272" id="page272">[272]</a></span> +their grand rebellion in 1553. James II. writes an account of the +exile of this potent family, to Charles VII. of France, 8th July, +1555; and adds, that all their castles had been yielded to +him, <i>Excepto duntaxat castro de Trefe, per nostres fideles +impraesentiarum obsesso; quod domino concedente in brevi obtinere +speramus.—Pinkerton's History, Appendix</i>, Vol. I. p. 486.—See +<i>Pitscottie's History, Godscroft, &c.</i></p> + +<p><i>And most part of his friends were, there</i>,—P. 269. v. 3. The +ancestor of the present Mr. Maxwell of Broomholm is particularly +mentioned in Glenriddell's MS. as having attended his chieftain in his +distress, and as having received a grant of lands, in reward of this +manifestation of attachment.</p> + +<p><i>Sae now he's o'er the floods sae gray</i>.—P. 269. v. 3.</p> + +<p>This seems to have been a favourite epithet in old romances, Thus in +<i>Hornchilde</i>, and <i>Maiden Rimuild</i>,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thai sayled ower the <i>flode so gray</i>,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In Inglond arrived were thay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ther him levest ware.</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page273" id="page273">[273]</a></span> +<a name="THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY"></a><h2>THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY.</h2> +<br /> + +<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 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 <i>Galliard</i>, was a noted freebooter. +A place, near the head of Tiviotdale, retains the name of the +<i>Galliard's Faulds</i>, (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 <i>The Galliard</i>. The word is still used in +<span class="newpage"><a name="page274" id="page274">[274]</a></span> +Scotland, to express an active, gay, dissipated character.<a name="FNanchor_200_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_200_200"><sup>[200]</sup></a> 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 gray +horse, rushed upon the enemy, and earned the reward, by striking down +their unfortunate chieftain, and cutting off his right hand.</p> + +<p>Leverhay, Stefenbiggin, Girth-head, &c. are all situated in the parish +of Wamphray. 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. The +Wellpath is a pass by which the Johnstones were retreating to their +fastnesses in Annandale. Ricklaw-holm is a place upon the Evan water, +<span class="newpage"><a name="page275" id="page275">[275]</a></span> +which falls into the Annan, below Moffat. Wamphray-gate was in these +days an ale-house. With these local explanations, it is hoped the +following ballad will be easily understood.</p> + +<p>From a pedigree in the appeal case of Sir James Johnstone of Westeraw, +claiming the honours and titles of Annandale, it appears that the +Johnstones of Wamphray were descended from James, sixth son of the +sixth baron of Johnstone. The male line became extinct in 1657.</p> +<br /> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page276" id="page276">[276]</a></span> +<a name="THE_LADS_OF_WAMPHRAY_POEM"></a><h3>THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY.</h3> +<br /> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twixt Girth-head and the Langwood end,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lived the Galliard, and the Galliard's men;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But and the lads of Leverhay,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That drove the Crichtons' gear away.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is the lads of Lethenha',</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The greatest rogues amang them a':</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But and the lads of Stefenbiggin,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They broke the house in at the rigging.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lads of Fingland, and Hellbeck-hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They were never for good, but aye for ill;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Twixt the Staywood-bush and Langside-hill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They stealed the broked cow and the branded bull.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page277" id="page277">[277]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is the lads of the Girth-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The deil's in them for pride and greed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For the Galliard, and the gay Galliard's men,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They ne'er saw a horse but they made it their ain.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Galliard to Nithside is gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To steal Sim Crichton's winsome dun;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Galliard is unto the stable gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But instead of the dun, the blind he has ta'en.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now Simmy, Simmy of the Side,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Come out and see a Johnstone ride!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here's the bonniest horse in a' Nithside,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a gentle Johnstone aboon his hide."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Simmy Crichton's mounted then,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Crichtons has raised mony a ane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Galliard trowed his horse had been wight,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the Crichtons beat him out o' sight.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As soon as the Galliard the Crichton saw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behind the saugh-bush he did draw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And there the Crichtons the Galliard hae ta'en,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And nane wi' him but Willie alane.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page278" id="page278">[278]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And I'll nevir mair do a Crichton wrang!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Simmy, Simmy, now let me be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a peck o' gowd I'll give to thee!</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O Simmy, Simmy, now let me gang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And my wife shall heap it with her hand."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But the Crichtons wad na let the Galliard be,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But they hanged him hie upon a tree.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O think then Willie he was right wae,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When he saw his uncle guided sae;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But if ever I live Wamphray to see,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My uncle's death avenged shall be!"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Back to Wamphray he is gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And riders has raised mony a ane;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Saying—"My lads, if ye'll be true,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ye shall a' be clad in the noble blue."</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Back to Nithisdale they have gane,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And awa' the Crichtons' nowt hae ta'en;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when they cam to the Wellpath-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Crichtons bade them 'light and lead.</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page279" id="page279">[279]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when they cam to the Biddes burn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Crichtons bade them stand and turn;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And when they cam to the Biddess strand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Crichtons they were hard at hand.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when they cam to the Biddes law,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Johnstones bade them stand and draw;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We've done nae ill, we'll thole nae wrang,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"But back to Wamphray we will gang,"</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And out spoke Willy o' the Kirkhill,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Of fighting, lads, ye'se hae your fill."</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And from his horse Willie he lap,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And a burnished brand in his hand he gat.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Out through the Crichtons Willie he ran,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And dang them down baith horse and man;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O but the Johnstones were wondrous rude,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When the Biddes burn ran three days blood.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Now, Sirs, we have done a noble deed;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"We have revenged the Galliard's bleid:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For every finger of the Galliard's hand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"I vow this day I've killed a man."</span><br /> +<span class="newpage"><a name="page280" id="page280">[280]</a></span> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As they cam in at Evan-head,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At Ricklaw-holm they spread abread;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Drive on, my lads! it will be late;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">We'll hae a pint at Wamphray gate.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"For where'er I gang, or e'er I ride,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lads of Wamphray are on my side;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And of a' the lads that I do ken,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A Wamphray lad's the king of men."</span><br /> +<br /> +<br /> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<a name="FOOTNOTES"></a><h3>FOOTNOTES.</h3> + +<a name="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1">[1]</a><div class="note"><p>In the spirited translation of this poem, by Jones, the +following verses are highly descriptive of the exhausted state of the +victor army.</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At Madoc's tent the clarion sounds,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With rapid clangour hurried far:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Each echoing dell the note resounds—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But when return the sons of war!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thou, born of stern necessity,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Dull peace! the desert yields to thee,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And owns thy melancholy sway.</span><br /></div> +<a name="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2">[2]</a><div class="note"><p> At the battle of Arkinholme, the Earl of Angus, a near +kinsman of Douglas, commanded the royal forces; and the difference of +their complexion occasioned the saying, "that the <i>Black Douglas</i> +had put down the <i>Red</i>." The Maxwells, the Johnstones, and the +Scotts, composed his army. Archibald, earl of Murray, brother to +Douglas, was slain in the action; and Hugh, Earl of Ormond, his second +brother, was taken and executed. His captors, Lord Carlisle, and +the Baron of Johnstone, were rewarded with a grant of the lands +of Pittinane, upon Clyde.—<i>Godscroft</i>, Vol. I. +p. 375.—<i>Balfour's MS. in the Advocates' Library, +Edinburgh</i>.—<i>Abercrombie's Achievements</i>, Vol. II. p. 361. +<i>folio Ed</i>.—The other chiefs were also distinguished by royal +favour. By a charter, upon record, dated 25th February, 1458, the king +grants to Walter Scott of Kirkurd, ancestor of the house of +Buccleuch, the lands of Abingtown, Phareholm, and Glentonan craig, in +Lanarkshire. +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;">"<i>Pro suo fideli servitio nobis impenso et pro quod</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>interfuit in conflictu de Arkenholme in occisione et captione</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>nostrorum rebellium quondam Archibaldi et Hugonis de Douglas</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>olim comitum Moraviae et de Ormond et aliorum rebellium</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>nostrorum in eorum comitiva existen: ibidem captorum et</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2em;"><i>interfectorum</i>."</span><br /> +</p><p> +Similar grants of land were made to Finnart and Arran, the two +branches of the house of Hamilton; to the chiefs of the Battisons; +but, above all, to the Earl of Angus who obtained from royal favour a +donation of the Lordship of Douglas, and many other lands, now held +by Lord Douglas, as his representative. There appears, however, to be +some doubt, whether, in this division, the Earl of Angus received more +than his natural right. Our historians, indeed, say, that William I. +Earl of Douglas, had three sons; 1. James, the 2d Earl, who died +in the field of Otterburn; 2. Archibald, the Grim, 3d Earl; and 3. +George, in right of his mother, earl of Angus. Whether, however, this +Archibald was actually the son of William, seems very doubtful; and +Sir David Dalrymple has strenuously maintained the contrary. Now, if +Archibald, the Grim, intruded into the earldom of Douglas, without +being a son of that family, it follows that the house of Angus, being +kept out of their just rights for more than a century, were only +restored to them after the battle of Arkinholme. Perhaps, this may +help to account for the eager interest taken by the earl of Angus +against his kinsman.—<i>Remarks on History of Scotland</i>, +Edinburgh, 1773. p. 121.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3">[3]</a><div class="note"><p> A grant of the king, dated 2d October, 1484, bestowed +upon Kirkpatrick, for this acceptable service, the lands of +Kirkmichael.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4">[4]</a><div class="note"><p> Spens of Kilspindie, a renowned cavalier, had been +present in court, when the Earl of Angus was highly praised for +strength and valour. "It may be," answered Spens, "if all be good that +is upcome;" insinuating, that the courage of the earl might not answer +the promise of his person. Shortly after, Angus, while hawking near +Borthwick, with a single attendant, met Kilspindie. "What reason had +ye," said the earl, "for making question of my manhood? thou art a +tall fellow, and so am I; and by St. Bride of Douglas, one of us shall +pay for it!"—"Since it may be no better," answered Kilspindie, "I +will defend myself against the best earl in Scotland." With these +words they encountered fiercely, till Angus, with one blow, severed +the thigh of his antagonist, who died upon the spot. The earl then +addressed the attendant of Kilspindie: "Go thy way: tell my gossip, +the king, that here was nothing but fair play. I know my gossip will +be offended; but I will get me into Liddisdale, and remain in my +castle of the Hermitage till his anger be abated."—<i>Godscroft</i>, +Vol. II. p. 59. The price of the earl's pardon seems to have been the +exchange mentioned in the text. Bothwell is now the residence of Lord +Douglas. The sword, with which Archibald, <i>Bell-the-Cat</i>, slew +Spens, was, by his descendant, the famous Earl of Morton, presented to +Lord Lindsay of the Byres, when, about to engage in single combat with +Bothwell, at Carberry-hill—<i>Godscroft</i>, Vol. II. p. 175.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5">[5]</a><div class="note"><p> The statute 1594, cap. 231, ascribes the disorders on the +border in a great measure to the "counselles, directions, receipt, +and partaking, of chieftains principalles of the branches, and +househalders of the saides surnames, and clannes, quhilkis bears +quarrel, and seeks revenge for the least hurting or slauchter of ony +ane of their unhappy race, although it were ardour of justice, or in +rescuing and following of trew mens geares stollen or reft."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6">[6]</a><div class="note"><p> This tragedy, or, perhaps, the preceding execution of +Lord Home, must have been the subject of the song, the first two lines +of which are preserved in the <i>Complaynt of Scotland</i>; +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">God sen' the Duc hed byddin in France,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And de la Bauté had never come hame.</span><br /> +</p><p> +P, 100, Edin. 1801.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7">[7]</a><div class="note"><p> The particulars of this encounter are interesting. The +Hamiltons were the most numerous party, drawn chiefly from the western +counties. Their leaders met in the palace of Archbishop Beaton, and +resolved to apprehend Angus, who was come to the city to attend the +convention of estates. Gawain Douglas, bishop of Dunkeld, a near +relation of Angus, in vain endeavoured to mediate betwixt the +factions. He appealed to Beaton, and invoked his assistance to prevent +bloodshed. "On my conscience," answered the archbishop, "I cannot +help what is to happen." As he laid his hand upon his breast, at this +solemn declaration, the hauberk, concealed by his rocket, was heard +to clatter: "Ah! my lord!" retorted Douglas, "your conscience sounds +hollow." He then expostulated with the secular leaders, and +Sir Patrick Hamilton, brother to Arran, was convinced by his +remonstrances; but Sir James, the natural son of the earl, upbraided +his uncle with reluctance to fight. "False bastard!" answered Sir +Patrick, "I will fight to day where thou darest not be seen." With +these words they rushed tumultuously towards the high-street, where +Angus, with the prior of Coldinghame, and the redoubted Wedderburn, +waited their assault, at the head of 400 spearmen, the flower of the +east marches, who, having broke down the gate of the Netherbow, had +arrived just in time to the earl's assistance. The advantage of the +ground, and the disorder of the Hamiltons, soon gave the day to Angus. +Sir Patrick Hamilton, and the master of Montgomery, were slain. Arran, +and Sir James Hamilton, escaped with difficulty; and with no less +difficulty was the military prelate of Glasgow rescued from the +ferocious borderers, by the generous interposition of Gawain Douglas. +The skirmish was long remembered in Edinburgh, by the name of +"Cleanse the Causeway."—<i>Pinkerton's History</i>, Vol. II. p. +181.—<i>Pitscottie Edit.</i> 1728. p. 120.—<i>Life of Gawain +Douglas, prefixed to his Virgil</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8">[8]</a><div class="note"><p> A curious letter from Surrey to the king is printed in +the Appendix, No. I.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9">[9]</a><div class="note"><p> In a letter to the Duke of Norfolk, October 1524, Queen +Margaret says, "Sen that the Lard of Sessford and the Lard of Baclw +vas put in the castell of Edinbrouh, the Erl of Lenness hath past hyz +vay vythout lycyens, and in despyt; and thynkyth to make the brek that +he may, and to solyst other lordis to tak hyz part; for the said lard +of Bavkl wvas hyz man, and dyd the gretyst ewelyz that myght be dwn, +and twk part playnly vyth theasyz as is well known."—<i>Cot. MSS. +Calig.</i> B.I.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10">[10]</a><div class="note"><p> Near Darnick. By a corruption from Skirmish field, the +spot is still called the Skinnerfield. Two lines of an old ballad on +the subject are still preserved:</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"There were sick belts and blows,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Mattous burn ran blood."</span><br /> +</div> + +<a name="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11">[11]</a><div class="note"><p> Buccleuch contrived to escape forfeiture, a doom +pronounced against those nobles, who assisted the Earl of Lennox, in +a subsequent attempt to deliver the king, by force of arms. "The laird +of Bukcleugh has a respecte, and is not forfeited; and will get his +pece, and was in Leithquo, both Sondaye, Mondaye, and Tewisday last, +which is grete displeasure to the Carres."—<i>Letter from Sir C. +Dacre to Lord Dacre, 2d December</i>, 1526.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12">[12]</a><div class="note"><p> "To ding down Tantallon, and make a bridge to the Bass," +was an adage expressive of impossibility. The shattered ruins of this +celebrated fortress still overhang a tremendous rock on the coast of +East Lothian.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13">[13]</a><div class="note"><p> Edgebucklin, near Musselburgh.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14">[14]</a><div class="note"><p> I allude to the affecting story of Douglas of +Kilspindie, uncle to the Earl of Angus. This gentleman had been placed +by Angus about the king's person, who, when a boy, loved him much, on +account of his singular activity of body, and was wont to call him +his <i>Graysteil</i>, after a champion of chivalry, in the romance +of <i>Sir Eger and Sir Grime</i>. He shared, however, the fate of his +chief, and, for many years, served in France. Weary, at length, of +exile, the aged warrior, recollecting the king's personal attachment +to him, resolved to throw himself on his clemency. As James returned +from hunting in the park at Stirling, he saw a person at a distance, +and, turning to his nobles, exclaimed, "Yonder is my <i>Graysteil</i>, +Archibald of Kilspindie!" As he approached, Douglas threw himself +on his knees, and implored permission to lead an obscure life in his +native land. But the name of Douglas was an amulet, which steeled +the king's heart against the influence of compassion and juvenile +recollection. He passed the suppliant without an answer, and rode +briskly up the steep hill, towards the castle. Kilspindie, though +loaded with a hauberk under his cloaths, kept pace with the horse, in +vain endeavouring to catch a glance from the implacable monarch. He +sat down at the gate, weary and exhausted, and asked for a draught +of water. Even this was refused by the royal attendants. The king +afterwards blamed their discourtesy; but Kilspindie was obliged to +return to France, where he died of a broken heart; the same disease +which afterwards brought to the grave his unrelenting sovereign. +Even the stern Henry VIII. blamed his nephew's conduct, quoting the +generous saying "A king's face should give grace."—<i>Godscroft</i>, +Vol. II. P. 107.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15">[15]</a><div class="note"><p> In Haynes' State Papers, from p. 43 to p. 64, is an +account of these destructive forays. One list of the places burned and +destroyed enumerates—</p> +<br /> + +<pre> +Monasteries and Freehouses .... 7 +Castles, towres, and piles .... 16 +Market townes ................. 5 +Villages ...................... 243 +Mylnes ........................ 13 +Spytells and hospitals ........ 3 +</pre> +<br /> +See also official accounts of these expeditions, in <i>Dalyell's +Fragments</i>.</div> + + +<a name="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16">[16]</a><div class="note"><p> Patten gives us a list of those east border chiefs who +did homage to the Duke of Somerset, on the 24th of September, 1547; +namely, the lairds of Cessfoorth, Fernyherst, Grenehed, Hunthill, +Hundely, Makerstone, Bymerside, Bounjedworth, Ormeston, Mellestains, +Warmesay, Synton, Egerston, Merton, Mowe, Rydell, Beamerside. Of +gentlemen, he enumerates George Tromboul, Jhon Haliburton, Robert Car, +Robert Car of Greyden, Adam Kirton, Andrew Mether, Saunders Purvose of +Erleston, Mark Car of Littledean, George Car of Faldenside, Alexander +Mackdowal, Charles Rutherford, Thomas Car of the Yere, Jhon Car of +Meynthorn (Nenthorn), Walter Holiburton, Richard Hangansyde, Andrew +Car, James Douglas of Cavers, James Car of Mersington, +George Hoppringle, William Ormeston of Edmerden, John +Grymslowe.—<i>Patten</i>, in <i>Dalyell's Fragments</i>, p. 87. +</p><p> +On the west border, the following barons and clans submitted and gave +pledges to Lord Wharton, that they would serve the king of England, +with the number of followers annexed to their names. +</p><br /> +<pre> + ANNERDALE. NITHSDALE. + +Laird of Kirkmighel .......... 222 Mr Maxwell and more ........ 1000 + Rose ................ 165 Laird of Closeburn ......... 403 + Hempsfield .......... 163 Lag ............... 202 + Home Ends ........... 162 Cransfield ........ 27 + Wamfrey ............. 102 Mr Ed. Creighton ........... 10 + Dunwoddy ............ 44 Laird of Cowhill ........... 91 + Laird of Newby and Gratney .. 122 Maxwells of Brackenside, + Tinnel (Tinwald) .... 102 and vicar of Carlaverick .. 310 + Patrick Murray .............. 203 ANNERDALE AND GALWAY. + Christie Urwin (Irving) of Lord Carlisle .............. 101 + Coveshawe ............ 102 ANNERDALE AND CLIDSDALE + Cuthbert Urwen of Robbgill .. 34 Laird of Applegirth ........ 242 + Urwens of Sennersack ......... 40 LIDDESDALE AND DEBATEABLE + Wat Urwen .................... 20 LAND. + Jeffrey Urwen ................ 93 Armstrongs ................. 300 + T. Johnston of Crackburn .... 64 Elwoods (Elliots) .......... 74 + James Johnston of Coites .... 162 Nixons ..................... 32 + Johnstons of Graggyland ..... 37 GALLOWAY + Johnstons of Driesdell ...... 46 Laird of Dawbaylie ......... 41 + Johnstons of Malinshaw ...... 65 Orcherton .................. 111 + Gawen Johnston .............. 31 Carlisle ................... 206 + Will Johnston, the laird's Loughenwar ................. 45 + brother ................... 110 Tutor of Bumbie ............ 140 +Robin Johnston of Abbot of Newabbey .......... 141 + Lochmaben .................. 67 Town of Dumfries ........... 201 +Lard of Gillersbie ............ 30 Town of Kircubrie .......... 36 +Moffits ....................... 24 TIVIDALE. +Bells of Tostints ............ 142 Laird of Drumlire .......... 364 +Bells of Tindills ............ 222 Caruthers .................. 71 +Sir John Lawson ............... 32 Trumbells .................. 12 +Town of Annan ................ 33 ESKDALE. +Roomes of Tordephe ........... 32 Battisons and Thomsons ..... 166 +</pre> + + +<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9.5em;">Total 7008 men under English assurance.</span><br /> +<p> +<i>Nicolson, from Bell's MS. Introduction to History of +Cumberland</i>, p. 65.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17">[17]</a><div class="note"><p> These were the lairds of Buccleuch, Cessford, and +Fairnihirst, Littleden, Grenehed, and Coldingknows. Buccleuch, whose +gallant exploits we have noticed, did not long enjoy his new honours. +He was murdered, in the streets of Edinburgh, by his hereditary +enemies, the Kerrs, anno 1552.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18">[18]</a><div class="note"><p> The jest of James VI. is well known, who, when a +favourite cow had found her way from London, back to her native +country of Fife, observed, "that nothing surprised him so much as her +passing uninterrupted through the Debateable Land!"</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19">[19]</a><div class="note"><p> He was lord of Liddesdale, and keeper of the Hermitage +castle. But he had little effective power over that country, and was +twice defeated by the Armstrongs, its lawless inhabitants.—<i>Border +History</i>, p. 584. Yet the unfortunate Mary, in her famous Apology, +says, "that in the weiris againis Ingland, he gaif proof of his +vailyentnes, courage, and gude conduct;" and praises him especially +for subjugating "the rebellious subjectis inhabiting the cuntreis +lying ewest the marches of Ingland."—<i>Keith</i>, p. 388. He appears +actually to have defeated Sir Henry Percy, in a skirmish, called the +Raid of Haltweilswire.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20">[20]</a><div class="note"><p> This nobleman had, shortly before, threatened to spoil +the English east march; "but," says the Duke of Norfolk, "we have +provided such sauce for him, that I think he will not deal in such +matter; but, if he do fire but one hay-goff, he shall not go to Home +again without torch-light, and, peradventure, may find a lanthorn at +his own house."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21">[21]</a><div class="note"><p> The commissioners on the English side were, the elder +Lord Scroope of Bolton, Sir John Foster, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Dr. +Rookby. On the Scottish side appeared, Sir John Maxwell of Terreagles, +and Sir John Ballenden.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22">[22]</a><div class="note"><p> The <i>Queen's Mire</i> is still a pass of danger, +exhibiting, in many places, the bones of the horses which have been +entangled in it. For what reason the queen chose to enter Liddesdale +by the circuitous route of Hawick, does not appear. There are two +other passes from Jedburgh to Hermitage castle; the one by the <i>Note +of the Gate</i>, the other over the mountain, called Winburgh. Either +of these, but especially the latter, is several miles shorter than +that by Hawick, and the Queen's Mire. But, by the circuitous way of +Hawick, the queen could traverse the districts of more friendly clans, +than by going directly into the disorderly province of Liddesdale.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23">[23]</a><div class="note"><p> The followers of these barons are said to have stolen +the horses of their friends, while they were engaged in the battle.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24">[24]</a><div class="note"><p> This building still remains, in the unfinished state +which it then presented.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25">[25]</a><div class="note"><p> Birrel says, that "the regent was shot by an +unhappy fellow, while sitting on horseback behind the laird of +Buccleuch."—The following curious account of the whole transaction is +extracted from a journal of principal events, in the years 1570, 1571, +1572, and part of 1573, kept by Richard Bannatyne, amanuensis to John +Knox. The fourt of September, they of Edinburgh, horsemen and futmen +(and, as was reported, the most part of Clidisdaill, that perteinit to +the Hamiltons), come to Striveling, the number of iii or iiii c men, +in hors bak, guydit be ane George Bell, their hacbutteris being all +horsed, enterit in Striveling, be fyve houris in the morning (whair +thair was never one to mak watche), crying this slogane, 'God and +the quene! ane Hamiltoun think on the bishop of St. Androis, all +is owres;' and so a certaine come to everie grit manis ludgene, and +apprehendit the Lordis Mortoun and Glencarne; but Mortounis hous they +set on fyre, wha randerit him to the laird of Balcleuch. Wormestoun +being appointed to the regentes hous, desyred him to cum furth, which +he had no will to doe, yet, be perswasione of Garleys and otheris, +with him, tho't it best to come in will, nor to byde the extremitie, +becaus they supposed there was no resistance, and swa the regent come +furth, and was randered to Wormestoun, under promeis to save his lyfe. +Captane Crawfurde, being in the town, gat sum men out of the castell, +and uther gentlemen being in the town, come as they my't best to the +geat, chased them out of the town. The regent was schot be ane Captain +Cader, wha confessed, that he did it at comande of George Bell, wha +was comandit so to doe be the Lord Huntlie and Claud Hamilton. Some +sayis, that Wormestoun was schot by the same schot that slew the +regent, but alwayis he was slane, notwithstanding the regent cryed to +save him, but it culd not be, the furie was so grit of the presewaris, +who, following so fast, the lord of Mortone said to Balcleuch, 'I sall +save you as ye savit me,' and so he was tane. Garleys, and sindrie +otheris, war slane at the port, in the persute of thame. Thair war ten +or twelve gentlemen slane of the kingis folk, and als mony of theiris, +or mea, as was said, and a dosone or xvi tane. Twa especiall servantis +of the Lord Argyle's were slane also. This Cader, that schot the +regent, was once turned bak off the toune, and was send again (as is +said), be the Lord Huntlie, to cause Wormistoun retire; but, before he +come agane, he was dispatched, and had gottin deidis woundis. +</p><p> +The regent being schot (as said is), was brought to the castell, whair +he callit for ane phisitione, one for his soule, ane uther for +his bodie. But all hope of life was past, for he was schot in his +entreallis; and swa, after sumthingis spokin to the lordis, which I +know not, he departed, in the feare of God, and made a blessed end; +whilk the rest of the lordis, that tho't thame to his hiert, and lytle +reguardit him, shall not mak so blised ane end, unles they mend thair +maneris. +</p><p> +This curious manuscript has been lately published, under the +inspection of John Graham Dalyell, Esq.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26">[26]</a><div class="note"><p> A rude sort of guillotine, called the <i>maiden</i>. +The implement is now in possession of the Society of Scottish +Antiquaries.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27">[27]</a><div class="note"><p> The associated nobles seem to have owed their success +chiefly to the border spearmen; for, though they had a band of +mercenaries, who used fire arms, yet they were such bad masters of +their craft, their captain was heard to observe, "that those, who knew +his soldiers as well as he did, would hardly chuse to <i>march before +them</i>."—<i>Godscroft</i>, v. ii. p. 368.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28">[28]</a><div class="note"><p> Spottiswoode says, the king awaited this charge with +firmness; but Birrell avers, that he fled upon the gallop. The same +author, instead of the firm deportment of James, when seized by +Bothwell, describes "the king's majestie as flying down the back +stair, with his breeches in his hand, in great fear."—<i>Birrell, +apud Dalyell</i>, p. 30. Such is the difference betwixt the narrative +of the courtly archbishop, and that of the presbyterian burgess of +Edinburgh.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29">[29]</a><div class="note"><p> This rencounter took place at Humbie, in East Lothian. +Bothwell was attended by a servant, called Gibson, and Cessford by one +of the Rutherfords, who was hurt in the cheek. The combatant parted +from pure fatigue.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30">[30]</a><div class="note"><p> Sir Walter Raleigh, in writing of Essex, then in +prison, says, "Let the queen hold <i>Bothwell</i> while she hath +him."—<i>Murdin</i>, Vol. II. p. 812. It appears, from <i>Crichton's +Memoirs</i>, that Bothwell's grandson, though so nearly related to the +royal family, actually rode a private in the Scottish horse guards, in +the reign of Charles II.—<i>Edinburgh</i>, 1731, p. 43.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31">[31]</a><div class="note"><p> "Proclamation shall be made, that all inhabiting within +Tynedale and Riddesdale, in Northumberland, Bewcastledale, Willgavey, +the north part of Gilsland, Esk, and Leven, in Cumberland; east +and west Tividale, Liddesdale, Eskdale, Ewsdale, and Annesdale, in +Scotland (saving noblemen Footnote: and gentlemen unsuspected of +felony and theft, and not being of broken clans, and their household +servants, dwelling within those several places, before recited), shall +put away all armour and weapons, as well offensive as defensive, +as jacks, spears, lances, swords, daggers, steel-caps, hack-buts, +pistols, plate sleeves, and such like; and shall not keep any horse, +gelding, or mare, above the value of fifty shillings sterling, +or thirty pounds Scots, upon the like paid of +imprisonment."—<i>Proceedings of the Border Commissioners</i>, +1505.—<i>Introduction to History of Cumberland</i>, p. 127.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32">[32]</a><div class="note"><p> See the acts 18 Cha. II. 6.3. and 80 Cha. II. ch. 2. +against the border moss-troopers; to which we may add the following +curious extracts from <i>Mercurius Politicus</i>, a newspaper, +published during the usurpation. +</p><p> +"<i>Thursday, November 11, 1662</i>. +</p><p> +"Edinburgh.—The Scotts and moss-troopers have again revived their +old custom, of robbing and murdering the English, whether soldiers or +other, upon all opportunities, within these three weeks. We have had +notice of several robberies and murders, committed by them. Among +the rest, a lieutenant, and one other of Col. Overton's regiment, +returning from England, were robbed not far from Dunbarr. A +lieutenant, lately master of the customs at Kirkcudbright, was killed +about twenty miles from this place; and four foot soldiers of Colonel +Overton's were killed, going to their quarters, by some mossers, who, +after they had given them quarter, tied their hands behind them, and +then threw them down a steep hill, or rock, as it was related by a +Scotchman, who was with them, but escaped." +</p><p> +<i>Ibidem.—"October</i> 13, 1663.—The Parliament, October 21, past +an act, declaring, any person that shall discover any felon, or felons +(commonly called, or known, by the name of moss-troopers), residing +upon the borders of England and Scotland, shall have a reward of ten +pound upon their conviction."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33">[33]</a><div class="note"><p> The armorial bearings, adopted by many of the border +tribes, shew how little they were ashamed of their trade of rapine. +Like <i>Falstaff</i>, they were "Gentlemen of the night, minions +of the moon," under whose countenance they committed their +depredations.—Hence, the emblematic moons and stars, so frequently +charged in the arms of border families. Their mottoes, also, bear +allusion to their profession.—"<i>Reparabit cornua Phaebe</i>," i.e. +"We'll have moon-light again," is that of the family of Harden. "Ye +shall want, ere I want," that of Cranstoun, &c.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34">[34]</a><div class="note"><p> By act 1587, c. 96, borderers are expelled from the +inland counties, unless they can find security for their quiet +deportment.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35">[35]</a><div class="note"><p> The following tradition is also illustrative of Lesley's +account. Veitch of Dawyk, a man of great strength and bravery who +flourished in the 16th century, was upon bad terms with a neighbouring +proprietor, Tweedie of Drummelziar. By some accident, a flock of +Dawyk's sheep had strayed over into Drummelziar's grounds, at the time +when <i>Dickie of the Den</i>, a Liddesdale outlaw, was making his +rounds in Tweeddale. Seeing this flock of sheep; he drove them off +without ceremony. Next morning, Veitch, perceiving his loss, summoned +his servants and retainers, laid a blood-hound upon the traces of the +robber, by whom they were guided for many miles, till, on the banks of +Liddel, he staid upon a very large hay-stack. The pursuers were a good +deal surprised at the obstinate pause of the blood-hound, till Dawyk +pulled down some of the hay, and discovered a large excavation, +containing the robbers and their spoil. He instantly flew upon Dickie, +and was about to poniard him, when the marauder, with the address +noticed by Lesley, protested that he would never have touched a +<i>cloot</i> (hoof) of them, had he not taken them for Drummelziar's +property. This dexterous appeal to Veitch's passions saved the life of +the freebooter.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36">[36]</a><div class="note"><p> This practice of the marchmen was observed and +reprobated by Patten. "Anoother maner have they (<i>the English +borderers</i>) amoong them, of wearyng handkerchers roll'd about their +armes, and letters brouder'd (<i>embroidered</i>) upon their cappes: +they said themselves, the use thearof was that ech of them might knowe +his fellowe, and thearbye the sooner assemble, or in nede to ayd one +another, and such lyke respectes; howbeit, thear wear of the army +amoong us (sum suspicious men perchaunce), that thought thei used them +for collusion, and rather bycaus thei might be knowen to the enemie, +as the enemies are knowen to them (for thei have their markes too), +and so in conflict either ech to spare oother, or gently eche to take +oother. Indede men have been mooved the rather to thinke so, bycaus +sum of their crosses (<i>the English red cross</i>) were so narrowe, +and so singly set on, that a puff of wynde might blowed them from +their breastes, and that thei wear found right often talking with the +Skottish prikkers within less than their gad's (<i>spears</i>) length +asunder; and when thei perceived thei had been espied, thei have +begun one to run at anoother, but so apparently perlassent (<i>in +parley</i>), as the lookers on resembled their chasyng lyke the +running at base in an uplondish toun, whear the match is made for +a quart of good ale, or like the play in Robin Cookes scole (<i>a +fencing school</i>), whear, bycaus the punies may lerne, thei strike +fewe strokes but by assent and appointment. I hard sum men say, it +did mooch augment their suspicion that wey, bycaus at the battail they +sawe these prikkers so badly demean them, more intending the taking of +prisoners, than the surety of victorye; for while oother men fought, +thei fell to their prey; that as thear wear but fewe of them but +brought home his prisoner, so wear thear many that had six or +seven."—<i>Patten's Account of Somerset's Expedition, apud Dalyell's +Fragments</i>, p. 76. +</p><p> +It is singular that, about this very period, the same circumstances +are severely animadverted upon by the strenuous Scottishman, who wrote +the <i>Complaynt of Scotland</i>, as well as by the English author +above quoted. "There is nothing that is occasione of your adhering +to the opinion of Ingland contrair your natife cuntré, bot the +grit familiarite that Inglis men and Scottes hes had on baitht the +boirdours, ilk are witht utheris, in merchandeis, in selling and +buying hors and nolt, and scheip, outfang and infang, ilk are amang +utheris, the whilk familiarite is express contrar the lauis and +consuetudis bayth of Ingland and Scotland. In auld tymis it was +determit in the artiklis of the pace, be the twa wardanis of the +boirdours of Ingland and Scotland, that there suld be na familiarite +betwix Scottis men and Inglis men, nor marriage to be contrakit betwix +them, nor conventions on holydais at gammis and plays, nor merchandres +to be maid amang them, nor Scottis men till enter on Inglis grond, +witht out the king of Ingland's save conduct, nor Inglis men til +enter on Scottis grond witht out the King of Scotland's save conduct, +howbeit that ther war sure pace betwix the twa realmes. Bot thir sevyn +yeir bygane, thai statutis and artiklis of the pace are adnullit, +for ther hes been as grit familiarite, and conventions, and makyng of +merchandreis, on the boirdours, this lang tyme betwix Inglis men and +Scottis men, baytht in pace and weir, as Scottismen usis amang theme +selfis witht in the realme of Scotland: and sic familiarite has bene +the cause that the kyng of Ingland gat intelligence witht divers +gentlemen of Scotland." +</p><p> +<i>Complaynt of Scotland</i>, <i>Edin</i>. 1801, p. 164.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37">[37]</a><div class="note"><p> Stowe, in detailing the happy consequences of the union +of the crowns, observes, "that the northerne borders became as safe, +and peaceable, as any part of the entire kingdome, so as in the fourth +yeare of the king's raigne, as well gentlemen as others, inhabiting +the places aforesayde, finding the auncient wast ground to be very +good and fruitefull, began to contende in lawe about their bounds, +challenging then, that for their hereditarie right, which formerly +they disavowed, only to avoyde charge of common defence."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38">[38]</a><div class="note"><p> "As for the humours of the people (<i>i.e.</i> of +Tiviotdale), they were both strong and warlike, as being inured to +war, and daily incursions, and the most part of the heritors of +the country gave out all their lands to their tenants, for military +attendance upon rentals, and reserved only some few manses for their +own sustenance, which were laboured by their tenants, besides their +service. They paid an entry, a herauld, and a small rental-duty; for +there were no rents raised here that were considerable, till King +James went into England; yea, all along the border."—<i>Account of +Roxburghshire, by Sir William Scott of Harden, and Kerr of Sunlaws, +apud Macfarlane's MSS.</i></p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39">[39]</a><div class="note"><p>The royal castles of Roxburgh, Hermitage, Lochmaben, +&c. form a class of exceptions to this rule, being extensive and well +fortified. Perhaps we ought also to except the baronial castle +of Home. Yet, in 1455, the following petty garrisons were thought +sufficient for the protection of the border; two hundred spearmen, +and as many archers, upon the east and middle marches; and one hundred +spears, with a like number of bowmen, upon the western marches. +But then the same statute provides, "They that are neare hand the +bordoure, are ordained to have gud househaldes, and abuilzed men as +effeiris: and to be reddie at their principal place, and to pass, +with the wardanes, quhen and quhair they sail be charged."—<i>Acts +of James II.</i>, cap. 55, <i>Of garisonnes to be laid upon the +borderes</i>.—Hence Buchanan has justly described, as an attribute of +the Scottish nation,</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"<i>Nec fossis, nee muris, patriam sed Marte tueri</i>."</span><br /> +</div> + +<a name="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40">[40]</a><div class="note"><p> I have observed a difference in architecture betwixt the +English and Scottish towers. The latter usually have upon the top +a projecting battlement, with interstices, anciently called +<i>machicoules</i>, betwixt the parapet and the wall, through which +stones or darts might be hurled upon the assailants. This kind of +fortification is less common on the south border.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41">[41]</a><div class="note"><p> I ought to except the famous Dand Ker, who was made +prisoner in his castle of Fairnihirst, after defending it bravely +against Lord Dacres, 24th September, 1523.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42">[42]</a><div class="note"><p> The rude strains of the inscription little correspond +with the gallantry of a +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—village Hampden, who, with dauntless breast,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The little tyrant of his fields withstood.</span><br /> +</p><p> +It is in these words: +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Here Hobbie Hall boldly maintained his right,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">'Gainst reif, plain force, armed wi' awles might.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Full thirty pleughs, harnes'd in all their gear,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Could not his valiant noble heart make fear:</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But wi' his sword, he cut the foremost's soam</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In two; and drove baith pleughs and pleughmen home.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">1620.</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Soam</i> means the iron links, which fasten a yoke of oxen to the +plough.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43">[43]</a><div class="note"><p> In the parish of Linton, in Roxburghshire, there is +a circle of stones, surrounding a smooth plot of turf, called the +<i>Tryst</i>, or place of appointment, which tradition avers to have +been the rendezvous of the neighbouring warriors. The name of the +leader was cut in the turf, and the arrangement of the letters +announced to his followers the course which he had taken. See +<i>Statistical Account of the Parish of Linton</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44">[44]</a><div class="note"><p> See Appendix.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45">[45]</a><div class="note"><p> These vassals resembled, in some degree, the Vidames in +France, and the Vogten, or Vizedomen, of the German abbeys; but the +system was never carried regularly into effect in Britain, and this +circumstance facilitated the dissolution of the religious houses.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46">[46]</a><div class="note"><p> This decree was followed by a marriage betwixt the +abbot's daughter, Elizabeth Stewart, and Walter Halliburton, one of +the family of Newmains. But even this alliance did not secure peace +between the venerable father and his vassals. The offspring of the +marriage was an only daughter, named Elizabeth Halliburton. As this +young lady was her father's heir, the Halliburtons resolved that she +should marry one of her cousins, to keep her property in the clan. But +as this did not suit the views of the abbot, he carried off by +force the intended bride, and married her, at Stirling, to Alexander +Erskine, a brother of the laird of Balgony, a relation and follower +of his own. From this marriage sprung the Erskines of Shielfield. +This exploit of the abbot revived the feud betwixt him and +the Halliburtons, which only ended with the dissolution of the +abbey.—<i>MS. History of Halliburton Family, penes editorem</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47">[47]</a><div class="note"><p> This man was chaplain in the family of Sir Walter Scott +of Harden, who attended the meetings of the indulged presbyterians; +but Cameron, considering this conduct as a compromise with the foul +fiend Episcopacy, was dismissed from the family. He was slain in a +skirmish at Airdsmoss, bequeathing his name to the sect of fanatics, +still called Cameronians.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48">[48]</a><div class="note"><p> This small church is founded upon a little hill of sand, +in which no stone of the size of an egg is said to have been found, +although the neighbouring soil is sharp and gravelly. Tradition +accounts for this, by informing us, that the foundresses were two +sisters, upon whose account much blood had been spilt in that spot; +and that the penance, imposed on the fair causers of the slaughter, +was an order from the pope to sift the sand of the hill, upon which +their church was to be erected. This story may, perhaps, have some +foundation; for, in the church-yard was discovered a single grave, +containing no fewer than fifty skulls, most of which bore the marks of +having been cleft by violence.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49">[49]</a><div class="note"><p> An epithet bestowed upon the borderers, from the names +of their various districts; as Tiviotdale, Liddesdale, Eskdale, +Ewsdale, Annandale, &c. Hence, an old ballad distinguishes the north +as the country, +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"Where every river gives name to a dale,"</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Ex-ale-tation of Ale</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50">[50]</a><div class="note"><p> Among these may be reckoned the supposed influence +of Irish earth, in curing the poison of adders, or other venomous +reptiles.—This virtue is extended by popular credulity to the +natives, and even to the animals, of Hibernia. A gentleman, bitten by +some reptile, so as to occasion a great swelling, seriously assured +the editor, that he ascribed his cure to putting the affected finger +into the mouth of an Irish mare!</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51">[51]</a><div class="note"><p> One of the most noted apparitions is supposed to haunt +Spedlin's castle, near Lochmaben, the ancient baronial residence +of the Jardines of Applegirth. It is said, that, in exercise of his +territorial jurisdiction, one of the ancient lairds had imprisoned, +in the <i>Massy More</i>, or dungeon of the castle, a person named +Porteous. Being called suddenly to Edinburgh, the laird discovered, as +he entered the West Port, that he had brought along with him the +key of the dungeon. Struck with the utmost horror, he sent back his +servant to relieve the prisoner; but it was too late. The wretched +being was found lying upon the steps descending from the door of the +vault, starved to death. In the agonies of hunger, he had gnawed the +flesh from one of his arms. That his spectre should haunt the castle +was a natural consequence of such a tragedy. Indeed, its visits became +so frequent, that a clergyman of eminence was employed to exorcise it. +After a contest of twenty-four hours, the man of art prevailed so far +as to confine the goblin to the <i>Massy More</i> of the castle, where +its shrieks and cries are still heard. A part, at least, of the spell, +depends upon the preservation of the ancient black-lettered bible, +employed by the exorcist. It was some years ago thought necessary +to have this bible re-bound; but, as soon as it was removed from the +castle, the spectre commenced his nocturnal orgies, with ten-fold +noise; and it is verily believed that he would have burst from his +confinement, had not the sacred volume been speedily replaced. +</p><p> +A Mass John Scott, minister of Peebles, is reported to have been the +last renowned exorciser, and to have lost his life in a contest with +an obstinate spirit. This was owing to the conceited rashness of a +young clergyman, who commenced the ceremony of laying the ghost before +the arrival of Mass John. It is the nature, it seems, of spirits +disembodied, as well as embodied, to increase in strength and +presumption, in proportion to the advantages which they may gain over +the opponent. The young clergyman losing courage, the horrors of the +scene were increased to such a degree, that, as Mass John approached +the house in which it passed, he beheld the slates and tiles flying +from the roof, as if dispersed by a whirlwind. At his entry, he +perceived all the wax-tapers (the most essential instruments of +conjuration) extinguished, except one, which already burned blue in +the socket. The arrival of the experienced sage changed the scene: he +brought the spirit to reason; but, unfortunately, while addressing a +word of advice or censure to his rash brother, he permitted the +ghost to obtain the <i>last word</i>; a circumstance which, in all +colloquies of this nature, is strictly to be guarded against. This +fatal oversight occasioned his falling into a lingering disorder, of +which he never recovered. +</p><p> +A curious poem, upon the laying of a ghost, forms article No. V. of +the Appendix.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52">[52]</a><div class="note"><p> I have seen, <i>penes</i> Hugh Scott, Esq. of Harden, +the record of the trial of a witch, who was burned at Ducove. She was +tried in the manner above mentioned.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53">[53]</a><div class="note"><p> +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—how the drudging goblin swet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To earn the cream-bowl, duly set;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">When, in one night, ere glimpse of morn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His shadowy flail had thresh'd the corn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That ten day-lab'rers could not end;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Then lies him down the lubbar fiend,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, stretch'd out all the chimney's length,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Basks at the fire his hairy strength;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And, crop-full, out of doors he flings,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">E'er the first cock his matin rings.</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>L'Allegro</i>. +</p><p> +When the menials in a Scottish family protracted their vigils around +the kitchen fire, Brownie, weary of being excluded from the midnight +hearth, sometimes appeared at the door, seemed to watch their +departure, and thus admonished them—"Gang a' to your beds, sirs, and +dinna put out the wee <i>grieshoch</i> (embers)."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_54_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_54">[54]</a><div class="note"><p> It is told of a Brownie, who haunted a border family, +now extinct, that the lady having fallen unexpectedly in labour, +and the servant, who was ordered to ride to Jedburgh for the <i>sage +femme</i>, shewing no great alertness in setting out, the familiar +spirit slipt on the great-coat of the lingering domestic, rode to the +town on the laird's best horse, and returned with the mid-wife <i>en +croupe</i>. Daring the short space of his absence, the Tweed, which +they must necessarily ford, rose to a dangerous height. Brownie, who +transported his charge with all the rapidity of the ghostly lover of +<i>Lenoré</i>, was not to be stopped by this obstacle. He plunged +in with the terrified old lady, and landed her in safety where her +services were wanted. Having put the horse into the stable (where it +was afterwards found in a woeful plight), he proceeded to the room of +the servant, whose duty he had discharged; and, finding him just +in the act of drawing on his boots, he administered to him a most +merciless drubbing with his own horse-whip. Such an important service +excited the gratitude of the laird; who, understanding that Brownie +had been heard to express a wish to have a green coat, ordered a +vestment of that colour to be made, and left in his haunts. Brownie +took away the green coat, but never was seen more. We may suppose, +that, tired of his domestic drudgery, he went in his new livery to +join the fairies.—<i>See Appendix</i>, No. VI. +</p><p> +The last Brownie, known in Ettrick forest, resided in Bodsbeck, a wild +and solitary spot, where he exercised his functions undisturbed, till +the scrupulous devotion of an old lady induced her to <i>hire him +away</i>, as it was termed, by placing in his haunt a porringer of +milk and a piece of money. After receiving this hint to depart, he was +heard the whole night to howl and cry, "Farewell to bonny Bodsbeck!" +which he was compelled to abandon for ever.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_55_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_55">[55]</a><div class="note"><p> One of his pranks is thus narrated: Two men, in a very +dark night, approaching the banks of the Ettrick, heard a doleful +voice from its waves repeatedly exclaim—"Lost! lost!"—They followed +the sound, which seemed to be the voice of a drowning person, and, to +their infinite astonishment, they found that it ascended the river. +Still they continued, during a long and tempestuous night, to follow +the cry of the malicious sprite; and arriving, before morning's dawn, +at the very sources of the river, the voice was now heard descending +the opposite side of the mountain in which they arise. The fatigued +and deluded travellers now relinquished the pursuit; and had no sooner +done so, than they heard Shellycoat applauding, in loud bursts of +laughter, his successful roguery. The spirit was supposed particularly +to haunt the old house of Gorrinberry, situated on the river +Hermitage, in Liddesdale.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_56_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_56">[56]</a><div class="note"><p> The following notice of Lamhdearg occurs in another +account of Strathspey, <i>apud</i> Macfarlane's MSS.:—"There is much +talke of a spirit called <i>Ly-erg</i>, who frequents the Glenmore. +He appears with a red hand, in the habit of a souldier, and challenges +men to fight with him; as lately as 1669, he fought with three +brothers, one after another, who immediately died thereafter."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_57_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_57">[57]</a><div class="note"><p> There is current, in some parts of Germany, a fanciful +superstition concerning the <i>Stille Volke</i>, or silent people. +These they suppose to be attached to houses of eminence, and to +consist of a number, corresponding to that of the mortal family, each +person of which has thus his representative amongst these domestic +spirits. When the lady of the family has a child, the queen of the +silent people is delivered in the same moment. They endeavour to give +warning when danger approaches the family, assist in warding it +off, and are sometimes seen to weep and wring their hands, before +inevitable calamity.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_58_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_58">[58]</a><div class="note"><p> So generally were these tales of <i>diablerie</i> +believed, that one William Lithgow, a <i>bon vivant</i>, who appears +to have been a native, or occasional inhabitant, of Melrose, is +celebrated by the pot-companion who composed his elegy, because +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He was good company at jeists.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wanton when he came to feists,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">He scorn'd the converse of great beasts,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">O'er a sheep's head;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>He laugh'd at stones about ghaists</i>;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Blythe Willie's dead!</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Watson's Scotish Poems</i>, Edin. 1706.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_59_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_59">[59]</a><div class="note"><p> We may form some idea of the stile of life maintained +by the border warriors, from the anecdotes, handed down by tradition, +concerning Walter Scott of Harden, who flourished towards the +middle of the sixteenth century. This ancient laird was a renowned +freebooter, and used to ride with a numerous band of followers. The +spoil, which they carried off from England, or from their neighbours, +was concealed in a deep and impervious glen, on the brink of which the +old tower of Harden was situated. From thence the cattle were brought +out, one by one, as they were wanted, to supply the rude and plentiful +table of the laird. When the last bullock was killed and devoured, it +was the lady's custom to place on the table a dish, which, on being +uncovered, was found to contain a pair of clean spurs; a hint to the +riders, that they must shift for their next meal. Upon one occasion, +when the village herd was driving out the cattle to pasture, the +old laird heard him call loudly <i>to drive out Harden's cow</i>. +"<i>Harden's cow!</i>" echoed the affronted chief—"Is it come to that +pass? by my faith they shall sune say Harden's <i>kye</i> (cows)." +Accordingly, he sounded his bugle, mounted his horse, set out with +his followers, and returned next day with "<i>a bow of kye, and a +bussen'd</i> (brindled) <i>bull</i>." On his return with this gallant +prey, he passed a very large hay-stack. It occurred to the provident +laird, that this would be extremely convenient to fodder his new stock +of cattle; but as no means of transporting it occurred, he was fain +to take leave of it with this apostrophe, now proverbial: "By my soul, +had ye but four feet, ye should not stand lang there." In short, as +Froissard says of a similar class of feudal robbers, nothing came +amiss to them, that was not <i>too heavy, or too hot</i>. The same +mode of house-keeping characterized most border families on both +sides. An MS. quoted in <i>History of Cumberland</i>, p. 466, +concerning the Graemes of Netherby, and others of that clan, runs +thus: "They were all stark moss-troopers and arrant thieves: both to +England and Scotland outlawed: yet sometimes connived at, because they +gave intelligence forth of Scotland, and would raise 400 horse at any +time, upon a raid of the English into Scotland." A saying is recorded +of a mother to her son (which is now become proverbial), "<i>Ride +Rouly</i> (Rowland), <i>hough's i' the pot</i>;" that is, the last +piece of beef was in the pot, and therefore it was high time for him +to go and fetch more. To such men might with justice be applied the +poet's description of the Cretan warrior; translated by my friend, Dr. +Leyden. +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My sword, my spear, my shaggy shield,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With these I till, with these I sow;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With these I reap my harvest field,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The only wealth the Gods bestow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With these I plant the purple vine,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">With these I press the luscious wine.</span><br /> +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">My sword, my spear, my shaggy shield,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">They make me lord of all below;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For he who dreads the lance to wield,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Before my shaggy shield must bow.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">His lands, his vineyards, must resign;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And all that cowards have is mine.</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Hybrias (ap. Athenaeum)</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_60_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_60">[60]</a><div class="note"><p> The reward of the Welch bards, and perhaps of those upon +the border, was very similar. It was enacted by Howel Dha, that if +the king's bard played before a body of warriors, upon a predatory +excursion, be should receive, in recompence, the best cow which the +party carried off.—<i>Leges Walliae</i>, I. 1. cap. 19.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_61_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_61">[61]</a><div class="note"><p> "The Lord of Liddisdale being at his pastime, hunting in +Ettrick forest, is beset by William, Earl of Douglas, and such as he +had ordained for the purpose, and there asailed, wounded, and slain, +beside Galsewood, in the year 1353, upon a jealousy that the earl had +conceived of him with his lady, as the report goeth; for so sayeth the +old song, +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The countess of Douglas out of her bower she came,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And loudly there that she did call—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">It is for the Lord of Liddisdale,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That I let all these tears down fall."</span><br /> +</p><p> +"The song also declareth, how she did write her love-letters to +Liddisdale, to dissuade him from that hunting. It tells likewise the +manner of the taking of his men, and his own killing at Galsewood; +and how he was carried the first night to Linden kirk, a mile from +Selkirk, and was buried in the abbey of Melrose."—<i>Godscroft</i>, +Vol. I. p. 144, Ed. 1743. +</p><p> +Some fragments of this ballad are still current, and will be found in +the ensuing work.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_62_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_62">[62]</a><div class="note"><p> The Selkirkshire ballad of <i>Tamlane</i> seems also to +have been well known in England. Among the popular heroes of romance, +enumerated in the introduction to the history of "<i>Tom Thumbe</i>," +(London, 1621, bl. letter), occurs "Tom a Lin, the devil's supposed +bastard." There is a parody upon the same ballad in the "<i>Pinder of +Wakefield</i>" (London, 1621).</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_63_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_63">[63]</a><div class="note"><p> These town pipers, an institution of great antiquity +upon the borders, were certainly the last remains of the minstrel +race. Robin Hastie, town-piper of Jedburgh, perhaps the last of the +order, died nine or ten years ago: his family was supposed to have +held the office for about three centuries. Old age had rendered Robin +a wretched performer; but he knew several old songs and tunes, which +have probably died along with him. The town-pipers received a livery +and salary from the community to which they belonged; and, in some +burghs, they had a small allotment of land, called the Piper's +Croft. For further particulars regarding them, see <i>Introduction to +Complaynt of Scotland</i>, Edinburgh, 1801, p. 142.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_64_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_64">[64]</a><div class="note"><p> This person, perhaps the last of our professed ballad +reciters, died since the publication of the first edition of this +work. He was by profession an itinerant cleaner of clocks and watches; +but, a stentorian voice, and tenacious memory, qualified him eminently +for remembering accurately, and reciting with energy, the border +gathering songs and tales of war. His memory was latterly much +impaired; yet, the number of verses which he could pour forth, and +the animation of his tone and gestures, formed a most extraordinary +contrast to his extreme feebleness of person, and dotage of mind.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_65_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_65">[65]</a><div class="note"><p> Mr. Jamieson of Macclesfield, a gentleman of literary +and poetical accomplishment, has for some years been employed in a +compilation of Scottish ballad poetry, which is now in the press, and +will probably be soon given to the public. I have, therefore, as far +as the nature of my work permitted, sedulously avoided anticipating +any of his materials; as I am very certain he himself will do our +common cause the most ample justice.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_66_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_66">[66]</a><div class="note"><p> Now a senator of the College of Justice, by the title of +Lord Woodhouselee.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_67_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_67">[67]</a><div class="note"><p> William Tytler, Esq. the ingenious defender of Queen +Mary, and author of a <i>Dissertation upon Scotish Music</i>, which +does honour to his memory.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_68_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_68">[68]</a><div class="note"><p> Sir Robert Kerr of Cessford, warden of the middle +marches, and ancestor of the house of Roxburghe.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_69_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_69">[69]</a><div class="note"><p> Owing to the marchmen being divided into large clans, +bearing the same sirname, individuals were usually distinguished +by some epithet, derived from their place of residence, personal +qualities, or descent. Thus, every distinguished moss-trooper had, +what is here called, a <i>to-name</i>, or <i>nom de guerre</i>, in +addition to his family name.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_70_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_70">[70]</a><div class="note"><p> Apparently some lines are here omitted.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_71_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_71">[71]</a><div class="note"><p> This seems to allude to the old romance of <i>Orfeo and +Heurodis</i>, from which the reader will find some extracts, Vol. II. +The wife of <i>Orpheus</i> is here called <i>Elpha</i>, probably from +her having been extracted by the elves, or fairies.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_72_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_72">[72]</a><div class="note"><p> Alluding to a strange unintelligible poem in the +Bannatyne MSS., called <i>Cockelby's sow</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_73_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_73">[73]</a><div class="note"><p> The <i>wraith</i>, or spectral appearance, of a +person shortly to die, is a firm article in the creed of Scottish +superstition. Nor is it unknown in our sister kingdom. See the story +of the beautiful lady Diana Rich.—<i>Aubrey's Miscellanies</i>, p, +89.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_74_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_74">[74]</a><div class="note"><p> See Introduction, p. ci.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_75_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_75">[75]</a><div class="note"><p> For an account of the Fairy superstition, see +<i>Introduction to the Tale of Tamlane</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_76_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_76">[76]</a><div class="note"><p> That the public might possess this carious fragment as +entire as possible, the editor gave one of these copies, which seems +the most perfect, to Mr. Robert Jamieson, to be inserted in his +Collection.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_77_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_77">[77]</a><div class="note"><p> In singing, the interjection, O, is added to the second +and fourth lines.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_78_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_78">[78]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Skeely skipper</i>—Skilful mariner.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_79_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_79">[79]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Gane</i>—Suffice.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_80_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_80">[80]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Half-fou</i>—the eighth part of a peck.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_81_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_81">[81]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Lap</i>—Sprang.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_82_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_82">[82]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Flattered</i>—Fluttered, or rather floated, on the +foam.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_83_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_83">[83]</a><div class="note"><p> This old woman is still alive, and at present resides at +Craig of Douglas, in Selkirkshire.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_84_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_84">[84]</a><div class="note"><p> There exists also an indenture, or bond, entered into by +Patrick, abbot of Kelsau, and his convent, referring to an engagement +betwixt them and Sir Richard Maitland, and Sir William, his eldest +son, concerning the lands of Hedderwicke, and the pasturages of +Thirlestane and Blythe. This Patrick was abbot of Kelso, betwixt 1258 +and 1260.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_85_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_85">[85]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>i.e.</i> Similar family distress demands the same +family courage.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_86_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_86">[86]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Sewin sons</i>—This must include sons-in-law; for +the last Sir Richard, like his predecessor, had only three sons, +namely, I. William, the famous secretary of Queen Mary; II. Sir +John, who alone survived him, and is the <i>Burd-allane</i> of the +consolation; III. Thomas, a youth of great hopes, who died in +Italy. But he had four daughters, married to gentlemen of +fortune.—<i>Pinkerton's List of Scottish Poets</i>, p. 114.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_87_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_87">[87]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Grie and grie</i>—In regular descent; from +<i>gre</i>, French.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_88_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_88">[88]</a><div class="note"><p> 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.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_89_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_89">[89]</a><div class="note"><p> It is impossible to pass over this curious list of +Scottish romances without a note; to do any justice to the subject +would require an essay.—<i>Raf Coilyear</i> is said to have been +printed by Lekprevik, in 1572; but no copy of the edition is known to +exist, and the hero is forgotten, even by popular tradition. +</p><p> +<i>John the Reif</i>, as well as the former personage, is mentioned by +Dunbar, in one of his poems, where he stiles mean persons, +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Kyne of Rauf Colyard, and Johne the Reif.</span><br /> +</p><p> +They seem to have been robbers: Lord Hailes conjectured John the Reif +to be the same with Johnie Armstrong; but, surely, not with his usual +accuracy; for the <i>Palice of Honour</i> was printed twenty-eight +years before Johnie's execution. John the Reif is mentioned by +Lindesay, in his tragedy of <i>Cardinal Beatoun</i>. +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—disagysit, like John the Raif, he geid.—</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Cowkilbeis Sow</i> is a strange legend in the Bannatyne MSS.—See +<i>Complaynt of Scotland</i>, p. 131. +</p><p> +<i>How the wren came out of Ailsay</i>.—The wren, I know not why, is +often celebrated in Scottish song. The testament of the wren is still +sung by the children, beginning, +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The wren she lies in care's nest,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Wi' meikle dole and pyne.</span><br /> +</p><p> +This may be a modification of the ballad in the text.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_90_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_90">[90]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Peirs Plowman</i> is well known. Under the uncouth +names of Gow Mac Morn, and of Fyn MacCowl, the admirers of Ossian +are to recognise Gaul, the son of Morni, and Fingal himself; <i>heu +quantum mutatus ab illo</i>! +</p><p> +To illustrate the familiar character of <i>Robin Hood</i>, would be an +insult to my readers. But they may be less acquainted with <i>Gilbert +with the White Hand</i>, one of his brave followers. He is mentioned +in the oldest legend of that outlaw; Ritson's <i>Robin Hood</i>, p. +52. +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thryes Robin shot about,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And alway he slist the wand,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And so dyde good <i>Gylberte</i></span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;"><i>With the White Hand</i>.</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Hay of Nachton</i> I take to be the knight, mentioned by Wintown, +whose feats of war and travel may have become the subject of a +romance, or ballad. He fought, in Flanders, under Alexander, Earl of +Mar, in 1408, and is thus described; +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Lord of the Nachtane, schire William,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Ane honest knycht, and of gud fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">A travalit knycht lang before than.</span><br /> +</p><p> +And again, before an engagement, +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The lord of Nachtane, schire William</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Hay, a knycht than of gud fame,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Mad schire Gilberte the Hay, knycht.</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Cronykil</i>, B. IX. c. 27. +</p><p> +I apprehend we should read "How Hay of Nachton <i>slew</i> in Madin +Land." Perhaps Madin is a corruption for Maylin, or Milan Land.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_91_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_91">[91]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Waled</i>—Chosen.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_92_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_92">[92]</a><div class="note"><p> North-Berwick, according to some reciters.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_93_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_93">[93]</a><div class="note"><p> Edward had quartered the arms of Scotland with his own.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_94_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_94">[94]</a><div class="note"><p> The two first lines are modern, to supply an imperfect +stanza.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_95_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_95">[95]</a><div class="note"><p> This sort of bravade seems to have been fashionable in +those times: "Et avec drapeaux, et leurs chaperons, ils torchoient +les murs à l'endroit, ou les pierres venoient frapper."—<i>Notice des +Manuscrits de la Bibliotheque Nationale</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_96_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_96">[96]</a><div class="note"><p> The war-cries of their family.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_97_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_97">[97]</a><div class="note"><p> By the terms of the peace betwixt England and Scotland, +the Scottish were left at liberty to take service either with France +or England, at their pleasure. Sir Robert Knolles, therefore, who +commanded the expedition, referred to in the text, had under his +command a hundred Scottish spears.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_98_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_98">[98]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Assueton</i> is a corruption for Swinton. Sir John +Swinton, of Swinton, was a Scottish champion, noted for his courage +and gigantic stature.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_99_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_99">[99]</a><div class="note"><p> Their names were Robert Hart and Simon Glendinning. +The chaplain was Richard Lundie, afterwards archdean of +Aberdeen.—<i>Godscroft</i>. Hart, according to Wintown, was a knight. +That historian says, no one knew how Douglas fell.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_100_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_100">[100]</a><div class="note"><p> The banner of Douglas, upon this memorable occasion, +was borne by his natural son, Archibald Douglas, ancestor of the +family of Cavers, hereditary sheriffs of Teviotdale, amongst whose +archives this glorious relique is still preserved. The earl, at his +onset, is said to have charged his son to defend it to the last drop +of his blood.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_101_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_101">[101]</a><div class="note"><p> This prophecy occurs in the ballad as an ominous +dream.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_102_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_102">[102]</a><div class="note"><p> Hotspur, for his ransom, built the castle of Penoon, +in Ayrshire, belonging to the family of Montgomery, now earls of +Eglintoun.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_103_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_103">[103]</a><div class="note"><p> Wintown assigns another cause for Douglas being +carelessly armed. +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"The erle Jamys was sa besy,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For til ordane his cumpany;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on his Fays for to pas,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That reckles he of his armyng was;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">The Erle of Mwrrawys Bassenet,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Thai sayd, at that tyme was feryhete."</span><br /> +</p><p> +Book VIII. Chap 7. +</p><p> +The circumstance of Douglas' omitting to put on his helmet, occurs in +the ballad.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_104_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_104">[104]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Fell</i>.—Hide. Douglas insinuates, that Percy was +rescued by his soldiers.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_105_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_105">[105]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Fend</i>.—Support.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_106_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_106">[106]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Braken</i>.—Fern.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_107_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_107">[107]</a><div class="note"><p> Brow.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_108_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_108">[108]</a><div class="note"><p> Southern, or English.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_109_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_109">[109]</a><div class="note"><p> Afraid.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_110_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_110_110">[110]</a><div class="note"><p> A ford on the Tweed, at the mouth of the Caddon Burn, +near Yair.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_111_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_111_111">[111]</a><div class="note"><p> In illustration of this position, the reader is +referred to a long correspondence betwixt Lord Dacre and the Privy +Council of England, in 1550, concerning one Sandye Armstrang, a +partizan of England, and an inhabitant of the Debateable Land, who +had threatened to become a Scottishman, if he was not protected by +the English warden against the Lord Maxwell.—See <i>Introduction to +Nicholson and Burn's History of Cumberland and Westmoreland</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_112_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_112_112">[112]</a><div class="note"><p> Whittram is a place in Liddesdale. It is mistaken +by the noble editor for Whithern, in Galloway, as is Hartwesel +(Haltwhistle, on the borders of Cumberland) for Twisel, a village on +the English side of the Tweed, near Wark.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_113_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_113_113">[113]</a><div class="note"><p> The foot of Liddisdale were the garrison of King James, +in the castle of Hermitage, who assisted Carey on this occasion, as +the Armstrongs were outlaws to both nations.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_114_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_114_114">[114]</a><div class="note"><p> A haggis, (according to Burns, "the chieftain of the +pudding-race,") is an olio, composed of the liver, heart, &c. of a +sheep, minced down with oatmeal, onions, and spices, and boiled in +the stomach of the animal, by way of bag. When the bag is cut, the +contents, (if this savoury dish be well made) should spout out with +the heated air. This will explain the allusion.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_115_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_115_115">[115]</a><div class="note"><p> A Muffled Man means a person in disguise; a very +necessary precaution for the guide's safety; for, could the outlaws +have learned who played them this trick, beyond all doubt it must have +cost him dear.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_116_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_116_116">[116]</a><div class="note"><p> From this it would appear, that Carey, although his +constant attendants in his fort consisted only of 200 horse, had, upon +this occasion by the assistance, probably, of the English and Scottish +royal garrisons, collected a much greater force.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_117_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_117_117">[117]</a><div class="note"><p> There are now no trees in Liddesdale, except on the +banks of the rivers, where they are protected from the sheep. But the +stumps and fallen timber, which are every where found in the morasses, +attest how well the country must have been wooded in former days.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_118_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_118_118">[118]</a><div class="note"><p> The borderers, from their habits of life, were capable +of most extraordinary exploits of this nature. In the year 1511, Sir +Robert Ker of Cessford, warden of the middle marches of Scotland, +was murdered at a border-meeting, by the bastard Heron, Starhead, +and Lilburn. The English monarch delivered up Lilburn to justice +in Scotland, but Heron and Starhead escaped. The latter chose his +residence in the very centre of England, to baffle the vengeance of +Ker's clan and followers. Two dependants of the deceased, called Tait, +were deputed by Andrew Ker of Cessford to revenge his father's +murder. They travelled through England in various disguises till they +discovered the place of Starhead's retreat, murdered him in his bed, +and brought his head in triumph to Edinburgh, where Ker caused it to +be exposed at the cross. The bastard Heron would have shared the same +fate, had he not spread abroad a report of his having died of +the plague, and caused his funeral obsequies to be +performed.—<i>Ridpath's History</i>, p. 481.—<i>See also Metrical +Account of the Battle of Flodden, published by the Rev. Mr. +Lambe</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_119_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_119_119">[119]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Kinnen</i>—Rabbits.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_120_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_120_120">[120]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Nicker</i>—Neigh.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_121_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_121_121">[121]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Gilt—Gold</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_122_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_122_122">[122]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Dow</i>—Able to.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_123_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_123_123">[123]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Ganging</i>—Going.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_124_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_124_124">[124]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Lied</i>—Lye.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_125_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_125_125">[125]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Targats</i>—Tassels.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_126_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_126_126">[126]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Blink sae brawly</i>—Glance so bravely.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_127_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_127_127">[127]</a><div class="note"><p> Christopher.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_128_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_128_128">[128]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Carped</i>—Sung.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_129_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_129_129">[129]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Cowt halter</i>—Colt's halter.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_130_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_130_130">[130]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Nicker and sneer</i>—Neigh and snort.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_131_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_131_131">[131]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Wad my hail fee</i>—Bet my whole wages.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_132_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_132_132">[132]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Fiend thing dought</i>—Nothing could they do.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_133_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_133_133">[133]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Ranshackled</i>—Ransacked.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_134_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_134_134">[134]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Gryming</i>—Sprinkling.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_135_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_135_135">[135]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Ca's</i>—Calves.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_136_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_136_136">[136]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Minnie</i>—Mother.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_137_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_137_137">[137]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Outspeckle</i>.—Laughing-stock.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_138_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_138_138">[138]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Toom</i>—Empty.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_139_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_139_139">[139]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Knapscap</i>—Headpiece.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_140_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_140_140">[140]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>The Dinlay</i>—is a mountain in Liddesdale.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_141_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_141_141">[141]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Lourd</i>—Rather.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_142_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_142_142">[142]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Wudspurs</i>—Hotspur, or Madspur.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_143_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_143_143">[143]</a><div class="note"><p> Her ambassador at Edinburgh refused to lie in a bed of +state which had been provided for him, till this "<i>oudious fact</i>" +had been enquired into.—<i>Murden's State Papers</i>, Vol. II, p. +282.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_144_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_144_144">[144]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Green</i>—Long.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_145_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_145_145">[145]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Weil beseen</i>—Well appointed. The word occurs in +Morte Arthur: "And when Sir Percival saw this, he hied him thither, +"and found the ship covered with silke, more blacker than any beare; +and therein was a gentlewoman, of great beautie, and she was richly +<i>beseene</i>, that none might be better."</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_146_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_146_146">[146]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Lave</i>—Remainder.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_147_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_147_147">[147]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Palliones</i>—Tents.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_148_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_148_148">[148]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Cracking crouse</i>—Talking big.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_149_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_149_149">[149]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Rowes</i>—Rolls.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_150_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_150_150">[150]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Raxed him</i>—Stretched himself up.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_151_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_151_151">[151]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Red the cumber</i>—Quell the tumult.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_152_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_152_152">[152]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Cost</i>—Signifies loss or risk.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_153_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_153_153">[153]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Raise</i>—Rose.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_154_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_154_154">[154]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>But, &c.</i>.—Till once his anger was up.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_155_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_155_155">[155]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Genzie</i>—Engine of war.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_156_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_156_156">[156]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Flain</i>—Arrows; hitherto absurdly printed +<i>slain</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_157_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_157_157">[157]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Thirs</i>—These are.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_158_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_158_158">[158]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>By</i>—Besides.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_159_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_159_159">[159]</a><div class="note"><p> The bishop is, in this last particular, rather +inaccurate. Buccleuch was indeed delivered into England, but this was +done in consequence of the judgment of commissioners of both nations, +who met at Berwick this same year. And his delivery took place, less +on account of the raid of Carlisle, than of a second exploit of the +same nature, to be noticed hereafter.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_160_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_160_160">[160]</a><div class="note"><p> Such traits of generosity illuminate the dark period of +which we treat. Carey's conduct, on this occasion, almost atones +for the cold and unfeeling policy with which he watched the closing +moments of his benefactress, Elizabeth, impatient till remorse and +sorrow should extort her last sigh, that he might lay the foundation +of his future favour with her successor, by carrying him the +first tidings of her death.—<i>Carey's Memoirs</i>, p. 172. <i>et +sequen</i>. It would appear that Sir Robert Ker was soon afterwards +committed to the custody of the archbishop of York; for there is +extant a letter from that prelate to the lord-treasurer, desiring +instructions about the mode of keeping this noble hostage. "I +understand," saith he, "that the gentleman is wise and valiant, but +somewhat haughty here, and resolute. I would pray your lordship, that +I may have directions whether he may not go with his keeper in my +company, to sermons; and whether he may not sometimes dine with +the council, as the last hostages did; and, thirdly, whether he may +sometimes be brought to sitting to the common-hall, where he may see +how careful her majesty is that the poorest subject in her kingdom may +have their right, and that her people seek remedy by law, and not +by avenging themselves. Perhaps it may do him good as long as he +liveth."—<i>Strype's Annals, ad annum, 1597</i>. It would appear, +from this letter, that the treatment of the hostages was liberal; +though one can hardly suppress a smile at the zeal of the good bishop +for the conversion of the Scottish chieftain to a more christian mode +of thinking than was common among the borderers of that day. The date +is February 25. 1597, which is somewhat difficult to reconcile with +those given by the Scottish historians—Another letter follows, +stating, that Sir Robert, having been used to open air, prayed for +more liberty for his health's sake, "offering his word, which it +is said he doth chiefly regard, that he would be true +prisoner."—<i>Strype, Ibid.</i></p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_161_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_161_161">[161]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Hostelrie</i>—Inn.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_162_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_162_162">[162]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Lawing</i>—Reckoning.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_163_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_163_163">[163]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Basnet</i>—Helmet.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_164_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_164_164">[164]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Curch</i>—Coif.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_165_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_165_165">[165]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Lightly</i>—Set light by.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_166_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_166_166">[166]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Low</i>—Flame.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_167_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_167_167">[167]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Splent on spauld</i>—Armour on shoulder.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_168_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_168_168">[168]</a><div class="note"><p> The name of a border tune.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_169_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_169_169">[169]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Stear</i>—Stir.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_170_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_170_170">[170]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Soft</i>—Light.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_171_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_171_171">[171]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Fleyed</i>—Frightened.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_172_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_172_172">[172]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Maill</i>—Rent.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_173_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_173_173">[173]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Furs</i>—Furrows.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_174_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_174_174">[174]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Gie him his batts</i>—Dismiss him with a beating.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_175_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_175_175">[175]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Spaits</i>—Torrents.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_176_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_176_176">[176]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Caugers</i>—Carriers.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_177_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_177_177">[177]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Branks and brecham</i>—Halter and cart-collar.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_178_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_178_178">[178]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Mese</i>—Soothe.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_179_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_179_179">[179]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Cholerford brae</i>—A ford upon the Tyne, above +Hexham.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_180_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_180_180">[180]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Fie</i>—Predestined.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_181_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_181_181">[181]</a><div class="note"><p> The original editor of the <i>Reliques of Ancient +Poetry</i> has noticed the perfidy of this clan in another instance; +the delivery of the banished Earl of Northumberland into the hands of +the Scottish regent, by Hector of Harelaw, an Armstrong, with whom he +had taken refuge.—<i>Reliques of Ancient Poetry</i>, Vol. I. p. 283. +This Hector of Harelaw seems to have been an Englishman, or under +English assurance; for he is one of those, against whom bills were +exhibited, by the Scottish commissioners, to the lord-bishop of +Carlisle.—<i>Introduction to the History of Westmoreland and +Cumberland</i>, p. 81. In the list of borderers, 1597, Hector of +Harelaw, with the Griefs and Cuts of Harelaw, also figures as an +inhabitant of the Debateable Land. It would appear, from a spirited +invective in the Maitland MSS. against the regent, and those who +delivered up the unfortunate earl to Elizabeth, that Hector had been +guilty of this treachery, to redeem the pledge which had been exacted +from him for his peaceable demeanour. The poet says, that the perfidy +of Morton and Lochlevin was worse than even that of— +</p><p><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">—the traitour Eckie of Harelaw,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That says he sould him to redeem his pledge;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Your deed is war, as all the world does know—</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You nothing can but covatice alledge.</span><br /> +</p><p> +<i>Pinkerton's Maitland Poems</i>, Vol. II. p. 290. +</p><p> +Eckie is the contraction of Hector among the vulgar. +</p><p> +These little memoranda may serve still farther to illustrate +the beautiful ballads, upon that subject, published in the +<i>Reliques</i>.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_182_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_182_182">[182]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Feres</i>—Companions.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_183_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_183_183">[183]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Earl of Whitfield</i>—The editor does not know who +is here meant.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_184_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_184_184">[184]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Forfoughen</i>—Quite fatigued.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_185_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_185_185">[185]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Syke</i>—Ditch.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_186_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_186_186">[186]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Billy</i>—Brother.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_187_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_187_187">[187]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Unkensome</i>—Unknown.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_188_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_188_188">[188]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Beet</i>—Abet, aid.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_189_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_189_189">[189]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Mystery</i>—Trade.—See Shakespeare.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_190_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_190_190">[190]</a><div class="note"><p> The <i>Gold Twist</i> means the small gilded chains +drawn across the chest of a war-horse, as a part of his caparaison.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_191_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_191_191">[191]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Skeigh</i>—Shy.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_192_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_192_192">[192]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Weil</i>—Eddy.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_193_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_193_193">[193]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>E'en</i>—Even, put into comparison.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_194_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_194_194">[194]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Nogs</i>—Stakes.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_195_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_195_195">[195]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Mergh</i>—Marrow.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_196_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_196_196">[196]</a><div class="note"><p> It is devoutly to be wished, that this Lammie (who was +killed in the skirmish) may have been the same miscreant, who, in the +day of Queen Mary's distress, "hes ensigne being of quhyt taffitae, +had painted one it ye creuell murther of King Henry, and layed down +before her majestie, at quhat time she presented herself as prisoner +to ye lordis."—<i>Birrel's Diary, June</i> 15, 1567. It would be some +satisfaction to know, that the grey hairs of this worthy personage did +not go down to the grave in peace.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_197_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_197_197">[197]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Inter accolas latrociniis famosos Scotos Buccleuchi +clientes—fortissimos tributium et ferocissimos</i>,—JOHNSTONI +<i>Historia, ed. Amstael</i>, p. 182.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_198_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_198_198">[198]</a><div class="note"><p> <i>Bangisters</i>—The prevailing party.</p></div> + +<a name="Footnote_199_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_199_199">[199]</a><div class="note"><p> The proper spelling is <i>manred</i>. Thus, in the +romance of <i>Florice and Blancheflour</i>—</p> + +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"He wil falle to thi fot,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"And bicom thi man gif be mot;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"His <i>manred</i> thou schalt afonge,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"and the trewthe of his honde."</span><br /></div> + +<a name="Footnote_200_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_200_200">[200]</a><div class="note"><p> Cleveland applies the phrase in a very different +manner, in treating of the assembly of Divines at Westminster, 1644: +</p><p> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And Selden is a <i>Galliard</i> by himself.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And wel might be; there's more divines in him.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Than in all this their Jewish Sanhedrim.</span><br /> +</p><p> +Skelton, in his railing poem against James IV., terms him <i>Sir Skyr +Galyard</i>.</p></div> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12742 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |