"O ha ye seen Sir James the Rose,
The young heir o' Buleighan?
For he has kill'd a gallant squire,
And we are sent to tak him.”

"Yea, I ha seen Sir James," she said,
"He past by here on Monday;
Gin the steed be swift that he rides on,
He's past the Hichts of Lundie."

But as wi speid they rade awa,

She leudly cryd behind them;

"Gin ye'll gie me a worthy meid, I'll tell ye whar to find him.”

“O tell fair maid, and on our band, Ye'se get his purse and brechan.” "He's in the bank aboon the mill, In the lawlands o' Buleighan."

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Than out and spak Sir John the Graham, 45
Who had the charge a keiping,
"It's neer be said, my stalwart feres,
We kill'd him whan a sleiping."

They seized his braid sword and his targe,

And closely him surrounded:

"O pardon mercy! gentlemen,"

He then fou loudly sounded.

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"Sic as ye gae, sic ye sall hae,

Nae grace we shaw to thee can.” "Donald my man, wait till I fa,

And ye sall hae my brechan ;

Ye'll get my purse thouch fou o' gowd
To tak me to Loch Lagan.”

Syne they tuke out his bleiding heart,

And set it on a speir ;

Then tuke it to the house o' Mar,

And shawd it to his deir.

"We cold nae gie Sir James's purse,

We cold nae gie his brechan ;

But ye sall ha his bleeding heart,
Bot and his bleeding tartan.”

"Sir James the Rose, O for thy sake
My heart is now a breaking,
Curs'd be the day I wrocht thy wae,
Thou brave heir of Buleighan!"

Then up she raise, and furth she gaes,

And, in that hour o' tein,

She wanderd to the dowie glen,

And nevir mair was sein.

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GRÆME AND BEWICK.

FROM Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, iii. 69. A single improved reading is adopted from a Newcastle chap-book.

"Given, in the first edition, from the recitation of a gentleman, who professed to have forgotten some verses. These have, in the present edition, been partly restored, from a copy obtained by the recitation of an ostler in Carlisle, which has also furnished some slight alterations."

"The ballad is remarkable, as containing, probably, the very latest allusion to the institution of brotherhood in arms, which was held so sacred in the days of chivalry, and whose origin may be traced up to the Scythian ancestors of Odin." SCOTT.

GUDE Lord Græme is to Carlisle gane,
Sir Robert Bewick there met he,
And arm in arm to the wine they did go,

And they drank till they were baith merrie.

Gude Lord Græme has ta'en up the cup,
"Sir Robert Bewick, and here's to thee!
And here's to our twae sons at hame!

For they like us best in our ain countrie.”

"O were your son a lad like mine,

And learn'd some books that he could read, They might hae been twae brethren bauld,

And they might hae bragged the Border side.

"But your son's a lad, and he is but bad, And billie, to my son he canna be ;”

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"I sent him to the schools, and he wadna learn; 15 I bought him books, and he wadna read;

But my blessing shall he never earn,

Till I see how his arm can defend his head.".

Gude Lord Græme has a reckoning call'd,

A reckoning then called he ;

And he paid a crown, and it went roun',
It was all for the gude wine and free.

And he has to the stable gane,

Where there stude thirty steeds and three;

15, Scott, Ye sent; 16, Ye bought.

22. Newcastle C. B., and hay.

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He's ta'en his ain horse amang them a',
And hame he rade sae manfullie.

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“Welcome, my auld father!” said Christie Græme, "But where sae lang frae hame were ye?""It's I hae been at Carlisle town,

And a baffled man by thee I be.

"I hae been at Carlisle town,

Where Sir Robert Bewick he met me; He says ye're a lad, and ye are but bad, And billie to his son ye canna be.

"I sent ye to the schools, and ye wadna learn;
I bought ye books, and ye wadna read;
Therefore my blessing ye shall never earn,
Till I see with Bewick thou save thy head."

"Now, God forbid, my auld father,

That ever sic a thing suld be!

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Billie Bewick was my master, and I was his

scholar,

And aye sae weel as he learned me.

"O hald thy tongue, thou limmer loon, And of thy talking let me be !

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Shall I venture my body in field to fight
With a man that's faith and troth to me?

N. C. B.