Away she gaed, and again she came, And by my sooth, says Kempion, Could put thee to such misery. O was it warwolf in the wood, Or was it man, or vile woman, My ain true love, that misshaped thee? It was no warwolf in the wood, O! a heavier weird shall light her on Her hair shall grow rough, and her teeth grow lang, None shall take pity her upon: In Wormeswood she aye shall wan, Till Saint Mungo come over the sea- "I doubt that day I'll never see." SCOTT'S BORDER MINSTRELSY. WILLIE OF KINMONT. THIS, which Sir Walter Scott characterises as one of the last and most gallant achievements performed upon the Border, took place in the year 1596. O HAVE ye na heard of the false Sakelde?- O have ye na heard of the keen Lord Scroop?- Had Willie had but twenty men; But twenty men as stout as he, False Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta'en, They bound his legs beneath the steed,— They guarded him fivesome on each side, They led him through the Liddel-rack, To be at my Lord Scroop's commands. * The place of execution for the English Marches, at Carlisle. My hands are tied, but my tongue is free; Or answer to the bold Buccleugh? Now hold thy tongue, thou rank rover, I trow ye shall take farewell of me. Fear na ye that, my Lord, quoth Willie; By the faith of my body, Lord Scroop, he said, I never yet lodged in a hostelrie, But I paid my lawing + before I gaed. Now word is gane to the bold Keeper, He has taken the table with his hand, O is my basnet a widow's curch, § Or my lance a wand of the willow tree Or my arm a lady's lily hand, That an English lord should lightly || me? And have they ta'en him-Kinmont Willie, And have they e'en ta'en him--Kinmont Willie, * Inn. + Reckoning. + Helmet. Set light by. And forgotten that the bold Buccleuch O were there war between the lands, I would set that castle in a low, But since no war's between the lands, He has called him forty marchmen bauld; The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same. He has called him forty marchmen bauld, Were kinsmen to the bold Buccleuch; With spur on heel, and splent on spauld, † And glaives of green, and feathers blue. There were five and five before them a', With hunting horns and bugles bright; And five and five came with Buccleuch, Like warder's men arrayed for fight. And five and five, like a mason gang, That carried the ladders long and high; And five and five, like broken men,— And so they reached the Woodhouselee. And as we crossed the Bateable Land, The first of men that we met wi', Who should it be but false Sakelde! Where be ye going, ye hunters keen, Has trespassed on the Scots' countrie. Where be ye going, ye marshalmen, Quo' false Sakelde, come tell me true? We go to catch a rank rover, Has broken faith with the bold Buccleuch. Where are ye going, ye mason lads, With all your ladders, long and hie? We gang to herry a corbie's nest, That wons not far from Woodhouselee. Where be ye going, ye broken men, Quo' false Sakelde, come tell to me? Now Dickie of Deghope led that band, And the never a word of lear had he. Why trespass ye on the English side? Raw-footed outlaws, stand! quo' he. The never a word had Dickie to say, So he thrust the lance through his false bodie. Then on we held for Carlisle town, And at Staneshaw bank the Eden we crossed: And when we reached the Staneshaw bank, Learning; ability to speak. 185 |