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Now Liddesdale has layen lang in,

There is na ryding there at a';
The horses are a grown sae lither fat,

They downa stir out o' the sta'.
Fair Johnie Armstrong to Willie did say—
“ Billie, a riding we

will

gae; England and us have been lang at feid;

Ablins we'll light on some bootie.”— Then they are come on to Hatton Ha';

They rade that proper place about, But the laird he was the wiser man,

For he bad left nae gear without.
For he had left nae gear to steal,

Except sax sheep upon a lea :
Quo' Johnie—“I'd rather in England die,

Ere thir sax sheep gae to Liddesdale wi' me. " But how ca’ they the man we last met,

Billie, as we cam owre the know?”— " That same he is an innocent fule,

And men they call him Dick o' the Cow.”— " That fule has three as good kye o' bis ain,

As there are in a' Cumberland, billie,” quo' he: “ Betide me life, betide me death,

These kye shall go to Liddesdale wi' me.”Then they have come to the pure fule's house,

And they hae broken his wa's sae wide; They have loosed out Dick o' the Cow's three kye,

And ta'en three co'erlets frae his wife's bed. Then on the morn when the day was light,

The shouts and cries raise loud and hie:

" O haud thy tongue, my wife," he says,

“ And o' thy crying let me be ! “O haud thy tongue, my wife," he says,

“ And o' thy crying let me be ; And aye where thou hast lost ae cow,

In gude suith I shall bring thee three."Now Dickie's gane to the gude Lord Scroope,

And I wat a dreirie fule was he; “Now haud thy tongue, my fule,” he says,

“For I may not stand to jest wi' thee.”“Shame fa’ your jesting, my lord!”quo' Dickie,

" For nae sic jesting grees wi' me; Liddesdale's been in my house last night,

And they hae awa my three kye frae me. “But I may nae langer in Cumberland dwell,

To be your puir fule and your leal, Unless you gie me leave, my lord,

To gae to Liddesdale and steal.”— “ I gie thee leave, my fule!” he says;

“ Thou speakest against my honour and me, Unless thou gie me thy trowth and thy hand,

Thou'lt steal frae nane but whae sta'frae thee.” “There is my trowth, and my right hand !

My head shall hang on Hairibee ; I'll near cross Carlisle sands again,

If I steal frae a man but whae sta' frae me. Dickie's ta'en leave o' lord and master;

I wat a merry fule was he ! He's bought a bridle and a pair o' new spurs,

And packed them up in his breek thie.'

· The side pocket of his breeches.

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Then Dickie's come on to Pudding-burn house,'

E'en as fast as he might dree;'
Then Dickie's come on to Pudding-burn,

Where there were thirty Armstrangs and three. “O what's this come o'me now?" quo' Dickie;

" What mickle wae is this? " quo'he; “For here is but ae innocent fule,

And there are thirty Armstrangs and three !”– Yet he has conie up to the fair ha' board,

Sae weil he's become his courtesie! “ Weil may ye be, my gude Laird's Jock!

But the deil bless a' your cumpanie. [strang, " I'm come to plain o' your man, fair Johnie Arm

And syne o' his billie Willie," quo' he; " How they've been in my house last night,

And they hae ta’en my three kye frae me.”— “Ha!" quo' fair Johnie Armstrang, we will him

hang." -“Na," quo' Willie, “ we'll him slae.”— Then up and spak another young Armstrang,

“We'll gae him his batts, and let him gae.” 3But up and spak the gude Laird's Jock,

The best falla in a' the cumpanie, "Sit down thy ways a little while, Dickie,

And a piece o'thy ain cow's hough I'll gie ye.”But Dickie's heart it grew sae grit,

That the ne'er a bit o't he dought to eatThen he was aware of an auld peat-house,

Where a' the night he thought for to sleep. Then Dickie was aware of an auld peat-house,

Where a’ the night he thought for to lyeAnd a' the prayers the puir fule pray’d, [kye!”

Were, " I wish I had amends for my gude three It was then the use of Pudding-burn house,

And the house of Mangerton, * all hail, Them that cam na at the first ca',

Gat nae mair meat till the neist meal. The lads, that hungry and weary were,

Abune the door-head they threw the key; Dickie he took gude notice o' that,

Says—" There will be a bootie for me." Then Dickie has into the stable gane,

Where there stood thirty horses and three :
He has tied them a' wi’ St. Mary's knot,

A' these horses but barely three.5
He has tied them a' wi' St. Mary's knot,

A' these horses but barely three ;
He's loupen on ane, ta’en another in hand,

And away as fast as he can hie!

But on the morn, when the day grew light,

The shouts and cries raise loud and hie“ Ab! whae has done this?" quo' the gude Laird's

“ Tell me the truth and the verity!” [Jock, “Whae has done this deed ?" quo' the gude Laird's

“See that to me ye dinna lie!”— (Jock; Dickie has been in the stable last night, (me.”

And has ta’en my brother's horse and mine frae “Ye wad ne'er be tauld," quo' thegude Laird's Jock;

“ Have ye not found my tales fu' leil ? Ye ne'er wad out o’ England bide,

Till crooked, and blind, and a' would steal.”“But lend me thy bay,” fair Johnie 'gan say;

“ There's nae horse loose in the stable save he; And I'll either fetch Dick o' the Cow again,

Or the day is come that he shall “ To lend thee my bay!” the Laird's Jock 'gan say,

“He's baith worth gowd and gude monie : Dick o' the Cow has awa'twa horse:

I wish na thou may make him three.”He has ta’en the laird's jack on his back,

A twa-handed sword to hang by his thie; He has ta’en a steil cap on his head,

And galloped on to follow Dickie. Dickie was na a mile frae aff the town,

I wat a mile but barely three, When he was o'erta'en by fair Johnie Armstrong,

Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee. 6 “ Abide, abide, thou traitour thiefe !

The day is come that thou maun die."Then Dickie look't ower his left shoulder,

Said—“ Johnie, hast thou nae mae in companie? “There is a preacher in our chapell,

And a' the live-lang day teaches he;
When day is gane and night is come,

There's ne'er a word I mark but three.
The first and second is~Faith and Conscience;

The third-Ne'er let a traitour free :
But, Johnie, what faith and conscience was thine,

When thou took awa my three kye frae me? " And when thou had ta’en awa my three kye, Thou thought in thy heart thou wast not weil

sped, Till thou sent thy billie Willie ower the know,

To tak three coverlets off my wife's bed!”Then Johnie let a spear fa’ laigh by his thie,

Thought weel to hae slain the innocent, I trow; But the powers above were mair than he,

For he ran but the pure fule's jerkin through.

1 This was a house of strengih beld by the Armstrongs. The ruins at present form a sheep-fold on the farm of Reidsmoss, belonging to the Duke of Buccleuch.

* Dree-i. e. Endure. 3 Gie him his balts and let him gae.--Dismiss him with a beating. 4 The Laird of Mangerion was chief of the clan Armstrong.

Hamstringing a horse is termed, in the Border dialect, tying

him with st. Mary's knot. 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 ho had alsorded him on his arrival.

6. A rising-ground on Cannobie, on the borders of Liddesdale.

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Together they ran, or ever they blan;'

This was Dickie the fule and he! [sword, Dickie could na win at him wi’ the blade o' the

But feli'd him wi’ the plummet under the ee. Thus Dickie has fell’d fair Johnie Armstrong,

The prettiest man in the south country“Gramercy!" then 'gan Dickie say,

“I had but twa horse, thou hast made me three!"He's ta’en the steil jack aff Johnie's back,

The twa-handed sword that hung low by his thie; He's ta’en the steil cap aff his head

“ Johnie, I'll tell my master I met wi' thee.”When Johnie wakened out o’ his dream,

I wat a dreirie man was he : “And is thou gane ? Now, Dickie, than

The shame and dule is left wi' me.
"And is thou gane? Now, Dickie, than

The deil gae in thy companie !
For if I should live these hundred years,

I ne'er sliall fight wi' a fule after thee.”-
Then Dickie's come hame to the gude Lord Scroope,

E’en as fast as he might hie; “Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink,

Till hie hanged ou shalt be.” “ The shame speed the liars, my lord!"quo' Dickie;

“ This was na the promise ye made to me! For I'd ne'er gang to Liddesdale to steal, Had I not got my leave frae thee.”

[horse? “But what garr'd thee steal the Laird's Jock's

And, limmer, what garr’d ye steal him ?" quo’he; “For lang thou mightst in Cumberland dwelt,

Ere the Laird's Jock had stown frae thee.". “ Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord !

And e'en sac loud as I hear ye lie!
I wan the horse frae fair Johnie Armstrang,

Hand to hand, on Cannobie lee.
“ There is the jack was on his back ;

This twa-handed sword hung laigh by his thie, And there's the steil cap was on his head;

I brought a’ these tokens to let thee see.”.

“ If that be true thou to me tells,

(And I think thou dares na tell a lie.) I'll gie thee fifteen punds for the horse,

Weil tauld on thy cloak lap shall be. “I'll gie thee ane o' my best milk kye,

To maintain thy wife and children three ; And that may be as gude, I think,

As ony twa o'tbine wad be.”. “ The shame speed the liars, my lord !" quo' Dickie;

Trow ye aye to make a fule o' me?
I'll either bae twenty punds for the gude horse,

Or he's gae to Mortan fair wi' me.".
He's gi'en bim twenty punds for the gude horse,

A'in goud and gude monie;
He's gi'en him ane o' his best milk kye,

To maintain his wife and children three.
Then Dickie's come down thro' Carlisle toun,

E'en as fast as he could drie : The first o' men that he met wi'.

Was my Lord's brother, Baillif Glozevburrie. " Weil be ye met, my gude Ralph Scroope!”—

Welcome, my brother's fule!” quo'he; [horse ?” " Where didst thou get fair Johnie Armstrang's

- Where did I get him, but steal him," quo'he. “But wilt thou sell me the bonny horse ?

And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?" quo' he:- Ay; if thou'lt tell me the monie on my cloak lap :

For there's never ae penny I'll trust thee.”— “I'll gie thee ten punds for the gude horse,

Weil tauld on thy cloak lap they shall be ; And I'll gie thee ane o' the best milk kye,

To maintain thy wife and children three.”. - The shame speed the liars, my lord!" quo' Dickie;

Trow ye aye to make a fule o'me!
I'll either hae twenty punds for the gude horse,

Or he's gae to Mortan fair wi' me.".
He's gi’en him twenty punds for the gude horse,

Baith in goud and gude monie;
He's gi'en him ane o' his milk kye,

To maintain his wife and children three.

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teacher. Tradition reports that the Laird's Jock survived to ex. The commendation of the Laird's Jock's honesty seems but treme old age, when he died in the following extraordinary manner. indifferently founded; for, in July, 1586, a bill was fouled against A challenge had been given by an Englishman, named Forster, to him, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the deputy of Bewcastle, at a any Scottish Borderer, to fight bim at a place called Kershope. warden-meeting, for 400 hcad of cattle taken in open foray from fo91, exactly upon the Borders. The Laird's Jock's only son acthe Drysike in Bewcastle : and in September, 1587, another com cepted the defiance, and was armed by his father will his own twoplaint appears at the instance of one Andrew Rullege of the Nook, handed sword. The old champion himself, though bed-ridden, inagainst the Laird's Jock, and his accomplices, for 50 kine and oxen, sisted upon being present at the ballle. He was borne to the place besides furniture, to the amount of 100 merks sterling. See Bell's appointed, wrapped, it is said, in blankets, and placed upon a very MSS., as quoted in the History of Cumberland and West high stone to witness the contlict. In the duel his son fell, treachmoreland. In Sir Richard Mailland's poem against the thieves of erously slain, as the Scotch tradition affirms.

The old man gave Liddesdale, he thus commemorates the Laird's Jock :

a lond yell of terror and despair when he saw his son slaiu and his "They spuilse puir men of their pakis,

noble weapon won by an Englishıman, and died as they bore him They leif them nochi on bed nor bakis;

home. A venerable Border poet (though of these latter days ) has Baitb hen and cok,

composed a poem on this romantic incident. The stone on which With teil and rok,

the Laird's Jock sat to behold the duel, was in existence till wanTbe Lairdis Jock

tonly destroyed a year or two since. It was always called TH All with him takis."

LAIRD'S JOCK'S STONE, 1802. [The reader will find Sir Walter
Scott recurring to the fate of the Laird's Jock, in 1828.

Sed Those who plundered Dick had been bred up under an expert Waverley Novels, vol. xli. p. 377.)

Then Dickie lap a loup fu' hie,

meston, an outlaw of Scotland, that was a principal And I wat a loud laugh laughed he

murtherer of the King of Scots, [Darnley) where the “I wish the neck o' the third horse was broken, fight was offered, and both parties alighted from If ony of the twa were better than he !”

their horses; and, in the end, Ellwood said to OrThen Dickie's come hame to his wife again ;

meston, he would be sorry to enter deadly feud with Judge ye how the puir fule had sped!

him by bloodshed; but he would charge him and the He has gi'en her twa score English punds,

rest before the regent for keeping of the rebels; and For the three auld coverlets ta'en aff her bed.

if he did not put them out of the country, the next

day, he would doe his worst again them; whereupon "And tak thee these twa as gude kye,

the two Earls were driven to leave Liddesdale, and I trow, as a' thy three might be;

to fly to one of the Armstrongs, a Scot upon the batAnd yet here is a white-footed nagie,

able (debateable) land on the Borders between LidI trow he'll carry baith thee and me.

desdale and England. The same day the Liddesdale “But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide; men stole the horses of the Countess of Northum

The Armstrangs they would hang me hie.”. berland, and of her two women, and ten others of So Dickie's ta'en leave at lord and master,

their company; so as, the earls being gone, the lady And at Burgh under Stanmuir there dwells he. of Northumberland was left there on foot, at John of

the Side's house, a cottage not to be compared to many a dog-kennel in England. At their departing

from her, they went not above fifty horse, and the JOCK O'THE SIDE.

Earl of Westmoreland, to be the more unknown,

changed his coat of plate and sword with John of the The subject of this ballad being a common event in Side, and departed like a Scottish Borderer.”—Adverthose troublesome and disorderly times, became a fa- tisements from Hexham, 220 December, 1569, in the vourite theme of the ballad-makers. There are, in this Cabala, p. 160. collection, no fewer than three poems on the rescue of prisoners, the incidents in which nearly resemble

JOCK O’ THE SIDE. each other; though the poetical description is so different, that the Editor did not think himself at liberty Now Liddesdale has ridden a raid, to reject any one of them, as borrowed from the

But I wat they had better hae staid at hame; others. As, however, there are several verses, which, For Michael o' Winfield be is dead, in recitation, are common to all these three

songs,
the

And Jock o'the Side is prisoner ta’en.
Editor, to prevent unnecessary and disagreeable re-

For Mangerton house Lady Downie has gane, petition, has used the freedom of appropriating them to that in which they seem to have the best poetic And down the water wi' speed she rins,

Her coats she has kilted up to her knee; effect. The reality of this story rests solely upon the foun

While tears in spaits' fa' fast frae her ee. dation of tradition. Jock o' the Side seems to have Then up and spoke her gude auld lordbeen nephew to the Laird of Mangertoun, cousin to “What news, what news, sister Downie, to me?”the Laird's Jock, one of his deliverers, and probably “ Bad news, bad news, my Lord Mangerton; brother to Christie of the Side, mentioned in the list Michael is killed, and they bae ta’en my son Johnie.” of Border clans, 1597. Like the Laird's Jock, he

"Ne'er fear, sister Downie,” quo' Mangerton; also is commemorated by Sir Richard Maitland.

“I have yokes of ousen, eighty and three; See the Introduction :

My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weil fill’d, " He his weil kend, Johne of the Syde,

I'll part wi' them a' ere Johnie shall die.
A greater thief did never ryde;

“Three men I'll send to set him free,
He nevir tyris,

A’ harneist wi' the best o' steil ;
For to brek byris,
Our muir and myris

The English louns may bear, and drie
Ouir gude ane guide," etc.

The weight o' their braid-swords to feel.

“ The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa, Jock o' the Side appears to have assisted the Earl of Westmoreland in his escape after his unfortunate

O Hobbie Noble, thou ane maun be! insurrection with the Earl of Northumberland, in the Thy coat is blue, thou hast been true,

twelfth year of Elizabeth. "The two rebellious re- Since England banished thee, to me.”_

bels went into Liddesdale in Scotland, yesternight, Now Hobbie was an English man,
where Martin Ellwood (Elliot] and others, that have In Bewcastle-dale was bred and born;
given pledges to the regent of Scotland, did raise their But his misdeeds they were sae great,
forces against them; being conducted by black Or They banished him ne'er to return.

'Spaits – Torrenls.

ony

Lord Mangerton them orders gave,

The first strong door that they cam at, “Your horses the wrang way maun be shod; They loosed it without a key ; Like gentlemen ye mauna seem,

The next chain'd door that they cam at, But look like corn-caugers'ga'en the road.

They garr’d it a' to flinders flee. Your armour gude ye mauna shaw,

The prisoner now upon his back Nor yet appear like men o'weir;

The Laird's Jock has gotten up fu’ hie; As country lads be a’ arrayed,

And down the stairs, him, airns and a',
Wi branks and brecham’ on each mare."-

Wi' nae sma’ speed and joy brings he.
Sae now their horses are the wrang way shod,
And Hobbie has mounted his grey sae fine;

“Now, Jock, my man," quo' Hobbie Noble,

“Some o' his weight ye may lay on me.”Jock his lively bay, Wat's on his white horse behind,

“I wat weel no!” quo' the Laird's ain Jock, And on they rode for the water of Tyne.

“I count him lighter than a flee.”At the Cholerford 'they a' light down, And there, wi’ the help of the light o’the moon,

Sae out at the gates they a'are gane, A tree they cut, wi’ fifteen nogs on each side,

The prisoner's set on horseback hie; To climb up the wa' of Newcastle toun.

And now wi' speed they've ta'en the gate,

While ilk ane jokes fu’ wantonlie:
But when they cam to Newcastle toun,
And were alighted at the wa',

“O Jock! sae winsomely ye ride, They fand their tree three ells ower laigh,

Wi' baith your feet upon ae side; They fand their stick baith short and sma'.

Sae weel ye’re harneist, and sae trig,

In troth ye sit like bride! Then up spake the Laird's ain Jock;

“There's naething for’t; the gates we maun force.” | The night, tho’ wat, they did na mind, -But when they cam the gate until,

But hied them on fu' merrilie,
A. proud porter withstood baith men and horse. Until they cam to Cholerford brae,

Where the water ran Jike mountains hie.
His neck in twa the Armstrangs wrang;
Wi’ fute or hand he ne'er play'd pa !

But when they cam to Cholerford,
His life and his keys at anes they hae ta’en,

There they met with an auld man; And cast the body ahint the wa'.

Says—“Honest man, will the water ride? Now sune they reach Newcastle jail,

Tell us in haste, if that ye can.”And to the prisoner thus they call;

“I wat weel no," quo' the gude auld man; “Sleeps thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side,

“I bae lived here thretty years and three, Or art thou weary of thy thrall? ”

And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big, Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone;

Nor running anes sae like a sea.”“Aft, aft I wake-I seldom sleep :

Then out and spoke the Laird's saft Wat, But whae's this kens my name sae weel,

The greatest coward in the cumpanie, And thus to mese * my waes does seek ? ”

“Now halt! now halt! we need na try't Then out and spak the gude Laird's Jock,

The day is come we a' maun die!”“Now fear ye na, my billie," quo' he;

"Puir faint-hearted thief !” cried the Laird's ain Jock, “For here are the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat,

“There'll nae man die but bim that's fie; 5 And Hobbie Noble, come to set thee free.”

I'll guide ye a' right safely thro’;
“Now haud thy tongue, my gude Laird's Jock, Lift ye the pris'ner on abint me.
For ever, alas! this canna be;

Wi' that the water they hae ta’en,
For if a' Liddesdale were here the night,
The morn's the day that I maun die.

By ane's and twa's they a' swam thro’;

“Here are we a' safe,” quo' the Laird's Jock, " Full Ofteen stane o' Spanish iron,

“And, puir faint Wat, what think ye now?”They bae laid a' right sair on me; Wi’ locks and keys I am fast bound

They scarce the other brae had won, Into this dungeon dark and dreirie.”

When twenty men they saw pursue;

Frae Newcastle toun they had been sent, "Fear ye na’ that,” quo' the Laird's Jock;

A' English lads baith stout and true.
A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie;
Work thou within, we'll work without,

But when the land-sergeanto the water saw,
And I'll be sworn we'll set thee free.”.

“It winna ride, my lads,” says he;

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1 Caugers-Carriers. -* Branks and Brecham-Halter and cirt-collar.

3 cholerford is a ford on the Tyne, above Hexham.

4 Mese-Soothe.
5 fie-Predestined.
6 The land-sergeant (mentioned also in Hobbie Noble) was an

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