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years after, when he chanced to be in the French | "without characters, fame lives long." The differcourt. Henry the Great casually asked him, how ence, chiefly to be remarked betwixt the copies, lies be lost his eye? "By the thrust of a sword,” an in the dialect, and in some modifications applicable swered Lord Sanquhar, not caring to enter into par- to Scotland; as, using the words, ." Our Scottish ticulars. The king, supposing the accident the con- Knight." The black-letter ballad, in like manner, sequence of a duel, immediately inquired, "Does terms Wharton " Our English Knight.. the man yet live?"These few words set the blood My correspondent, James Hogg, adds the followof the Scottish nobleman on fire; nor did he rest ing note to this ballad :-"I have heard this song till be had taken the base vengeance of assassina- sung by several old people; but all of them with ting, by hired ruffians, the unfortunate fencing this tradition, that Wharton bribed Stuart's second, master. The mutual animosity, betwixt the Eng: and actually fought in armour. I acknowledge, lish and Scottish nations, had already occasioned that, from some dark hints in the song, this appears much bloodshed among the gentry by single com not impossible; but that you may not judge too bai, and James now found himself under the neces- rashly, I must remind you, that the old people, insity of making a striking example of one of his habiting the head-lands (high ground) hereabouts, Scottish nobles, to avoid the imputation of the although possessed of many original songs, tradiposseet impartiality. Lord Sanquhar was con- tions, and anecdotes, are most unreasonably partial duanned to be hanged, and suffered that ignominious when the valour or honour of a Scotsman is called punishment accordingly.

in question.” I retain this note, because it is chaBy a circuitous route, we are now arrived at the sub-racteristic; but I agree with my correspondent, there ject of our ballad; for to the tragical duel of Stuart can be no foundation for the tradition, except in naand Wharton, and to other instances of bloody com- tional partiality.t tals and brawls betwixt the two nations, is imputed James's firmness in the case of Lord Sanquhar.

THE DUEL OF WHARTON AND STUART. " For Ramsay, one of the King's servants, not long before Sanquhar's trial, had switched the Earl of Montgomery, who was the king's first favourite, It grieveth me to tell you o baudy because he took it 80. Maxwell, another of then, bad bitten Hawley, a gentleman of the Tem- 'Twixt two young gallant gentlemen;

Near London late what did befall, ple, by the ear, which enraged the Templars, (in It grieveth me, and ever shall. ibose times riotous, subject to tumults,) and brought i almost to a national quarrel, till the king stopt it, One of them was Sir George Wharton, and took it up himself. The Lord Bruce had sum My good Lord Wharton's son and heir ; cred Sir Edward Sackville, (afterwards Earl of The other, James Stuart, a Scottish knight, Dorset.) into France, with a fatal compliment to One that a valiant heart did bear. take death from his hand.* And the much-lamented Sir James Stuart, one of the King's blood, and Sir When first to court these nobles came, George Wharton, the prime branch of that noble And in their fury grew so hot,

One night, a-gaming, fell to words ;# faniy, for little worthless punctilios of honour, bring intimate friends,) took the field, and fell 10

That they did both try their keen swords. petter by each other's hand.--Wilson's Life of No manner of treating, nor advice, James VI. p. 60.

Could hold from striking in that place; The sufferers in this melancholy affair were both | For, in the height and heat of blood, men of high birth, the heirs apparent of two noble James struck George Wharton on the face. farnibes, and youths of the most promising expectaton. Sir James Stuart was a knight of the Bath,

“What doth this mean," George Wharton said, and eldest son of Walter, first Lord Blantyre, by

"To strike in such unmanly sort? Nicholas daughter of Sir

James Somerville of Cam- But, that I take it at thy hands, busaethan. Sir George Wharton was also a knight The tongue of man shall ne'er report !"of the Bath, and eldest son of Philip, Lord Wharton, " But do thy worst, then,” said Sir James, by Frances, daughter of Henry Clifford, Earl of Cumberland. He married Anne, daughter of the There's not a lord in England breathes

“Now do thy worst, appoint a day! Ead of Rurland, but left no issue.

Shall gar me give an inch of way." — The circumstances of the quarrel and combat are accurately detailed in the ballad, of which there ex- “Ye brag right weel,” George Wharton said; ists a black-letter copy in the Pearson Collection, “Let our brave lords at large alane, now in the library of John, Duke of Roxburghe, And speak of me, that am thy foe, etuled, “A Lamentable Ballad, of a Combate, For you shall find enough o' ane! larely fought near London, between Sir James Stewarde, and Sir George Wharton, knights, who "I'll interchange my glove wi' thine: were both slain at that time.-To the tune of Doin

I'll show it on the bed of death; Plumpton Park," &c. A copy of this ballad has I mean the place where we shall fight; been published in Mr. Ritson's Ancient Songs, and,

There ane or both maun lose life and breath!"upon comparison, appears very little different from " We'll meet near Waltham,” said Sir James ; that which has been preserved by tradition in Ettrick Porest Two verses have been added, and one well either take a single man,

"To-morrow, that shall be the day. considerably improved, from Mr. Ritson's edition.

And try who bears the bell away." These three stanzas are the fifth and ninth of Part First, and the penult verse of Part Second. I am Then down together hands they shook, thas particular, that the reader may be able, if he Without any envious sign; pleases, to compare the traditional ballad with the Then went to Ludgate, where they lay, onginal edition. It furnishes striking evidence, that And each man drank his pint of wine. * See an account of this desperate duel in the Guardian, anecdote respecting Sir George Wharton's conduct a quarrel

• Since the first publication of this work, I have seen cause to with the Earl of Pembroke, there is room to suppose the imputaHenk that this inanuation was not introduced by Scottish reciters, tions on his temper were not without foundation. See Lodge's buat really founded upon the opinion formed by Stuart's friends. - Nustrations of English History, vol. ill. p. 350. Lady Moira Sir James Stuart marned the Lady Dorothy Hastings; and, in a concludes, that she had seen a copy of the ballad different from

etter from the late venerable Countess of Moira and Hastings, any one hitherto printed, in which the charge of foul play was dibeo described, from family tradition, as the most accomplished rectly stated against Wharton. person of the age be lived in, and, in talents and abilities, almost : Sir George Wharton was quarrelsome at cards ; a temper epal to what is recorded of the admirable Crichton. Sir George which he exhibited so disagreeably when playing with the Earl of Wharton is, on the other hand, affirmed to have been a man of a Pembroke, that the Earl told him, “Sir George, I have loved you herce and brutal temper, and to have provoked the quarrel. by Ing; but, by your manner in playing, you lay it upon me either Wunton and intolerable reflections on the Scottish national cha to leave to love you, or to leave to play with you ; wherefore racter. "In the duel," ber ladyship concludex, "family tradition choosing to love you still, I will never play with you any more." does not allow Sir Jame to have been killed fairly."' From an -LODGE's Illustrations, vol. iii. p. 350.

No kind of eavy could be seen,

George Wharton was the first that fell; No kind of malice they did betray;

Our Scotch lord fell immediately : But a' was clear and calm as death,

They both did cry to Him above,
Whatever in their bosoms lay.

To save their souls, for they boud die.
Till parting time; and then, indeed,
They show'd some rancour in their heart:

THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW. "Next time we meet," says George Wharton, "Not half sae soundly we shall part!"

This fragment, obtained from recitation in the Fo.

rest of Ettrick, is said to relate to the execution So they have parted, firmly bent Their yaliant minds equal to try :

of Cockburne of Henderland, a Border freebooter, The second part shall clearly show,

hanged over the gate of his own tower, by James

V., in the course of that memorable expedition, in Both how they meet, and how they die.

1529, which was fatal to Johnie Armstrang, Adam Scott of Tushielaw, and many other marauders.

The vestiges of the castle of Henderland are still to THE DUEL OF WHARTON AND STUART.

be traced upon the farm of that name, belonging to

Mr. Murray of Henderland. They are situated near PART SECOND.

the mouth of the river Meggat, which falls into the GEORGE WHARTON was the first ae man,

| lake of St. Mary, in Selkirkshire. The adjacent Came to the appointed place that day,

country, which now hardly bears a single tree, is Where he espyed our Scots lord coming,

celebrated by Lesly, as, in his time, affording shelter As fast as he could post away.

to the largest stags in Scotland. 'A mountain tor

rent, called Henderland Burn, rushes impetuously They met, shook hands; their cheeks were pale ;

from the hills, through a rocky chasm, named the Then to George Wharton James did say,

Dowglen, and passes near the site of the tower. To dinna like your doublet, George,

the recesses of this glen, the wife of Cockburne is It stands sae weel on you this day.

said to have retreated, during the execution of her

husband; and a place, called the Lady's Seal, is "Say, have you got no armour on?

still shown, where she is said to have striven to Have you no under robe of steel?

drown, amid the roar of a foaming cataract, the I never saw an Englishman

tumultuous noise, which announced the close of his Become his doublet half sae weel.”—

existence. In a deserted burial-place, which once

surrounded the chapel of the castle, the monument "Fy no! fy no !" George Wharton said,

of Cockburne and his lady is still 'shown. It is a "For that's the thing that mauna be,

large stone broken in three parts; but some armoThat I should come wi' armour on,

rial bearings may yet be traced, and the following And you a naked man truly."

inscription is still legible, though defaced :"Our men shall search our doublets, George,

HERE LYES Perys OF COKBURNE AND HIS And see if one of us do lie;

Then will we prove, wi' weapons sharp,
Ourselves true gallants for to be.”

Tradition says, that Cockburne was surprised by

the king, while sitting at dinner. After the execuThen they threw off their doublets both,

tion, James marched rapidly forward, to surprise And stood up in their sarks of lawn:

Adam Scott of Tushielaw, called the King of the 'Now, take my counsel,” said Sir James,

Border, and sometimes the King of Thieves. A Wharton, to thee I'll make it knawn :

path through the mountains, which separate the vale "So as we stand, so will we fight;

of Ettrick from the head of Yarrow, is still called Thus naked in our sarks,” said he;

the King's Road, and seems to have been the route 'Fy no! fy no !" George Wharton says,

which he followed. The remains of the tower of "That is the thing that must not be.

Tushielaw are yet visible, overhanging the wild

banks of the Etirick; and are an object of terror to "We're neither drinkers, quarrellers,

the benighted peasant, from an idea of their being Nor men that cares na for oursell,

haunted by spectres.

From these heights, and Nor minds na what we're gaun about,

through the adjacent county of Peebles, passes a Or if we're gaun to heaven or hell.

wild path, called still the Thief's Road, from having "Let us to God bequeath our souls,.

been used chiefly by the marauders of the Border. Our bodies to the dust and clay!" With that he drew his deadly sword,

THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW. The first was drawn on field that day.

My love he built me a bonny bower, Se'en bouts and turns these heroes had,

And clad it a' wi' lilye flour, Or e'er a drop o' blood was drawn;

A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Our Scotch lord, wond'ring, quickly cry'd,

Than my true love he built for me. "Stout Wharton! thou still hauds thy awn !"

There came a man by middle day, The first stroke that George Wharton gae,

He spied his sport, and went away ; He struck him through the shoulder-bane;

And brought the King that very night, The neist was through the thick o'the thigh';

Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He thought our Scotch lord had been slain.

He slew my knight to me sae dear; “Oh! ever alack !" George Wharton cry'd,

He slew my knight, and poin'd* his gear ; * Art thou a living man, tell me?

My servants all for life did flee, If there's a surgeon living, can,

And left me in extremitie. He's cure thy wounds right speedily.”

I sew'd his sheet, making my mane; "No mose of that," James Stuart said;

I watch'd the corpse, myself alane; Speak not of curing wounds to me!

I watch'd his body, night and day; For one of us must yield our breath,

No living creature came that way. Ere off the field one foot we flee.'

I took his body on my back, They looked oure their shoulders both,

And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat; To see what company was there :

I digg'd a grave and laid him in, They both had grievous marks of death,

And happ'd him with the sod sae green. Bút frae the other nane wad ateer.

* Poin'd-Poindod, attached by legal distreso.


But think na ye my heart was sair,

Thou art the causer of my care,
When I laid the moul on his yellow hair ;

Since first I loved thee.
O think na ye my heart was wae,
When I turn'd about, away to gae?

Yet God hath given to me a mind,

The which to thee shall prove as kind Nae living man I'll love again,

As any one that thou shalt find,
Since that my lovely knight was slain;

Of high or low degree.
Wi' ae lock of his yellow hair
I'll chain my heart for evermair.

The shallowest water makes maist din,
The deadest pool, the deepest linn;
The richest man least truth within,

Though he preferred be.

Yet, nevertheless, I am content,

And never a whit my love repent, The following very popular ballad has been handed down by tradition in its present imperfect state.

But think the time was a' weel spent,

'Though I disdained be. The affecting incident, on which it is founded, is well known. A lady of the name of Helen Irving, 0! Helen sweet, and maist complete, or Bell, (for this is disputed by the two clans,) My captive spirit's at thy feet! daughter of the Laird of Kirconnell, in Dumfries Thinks thou still fit thus for to treat shire, and celebrated for her beauty, was beloved by Thy captive cruelly ? two gentlemen in the neighbourhood. The name of the lavoured suitor was Adam Fleming of Kirk

0! Helen brave! but this I crave, patrick; that of the other has escaped tradition:

Of thy poor slave some pity have, ihough it has been alleged, that he was a Bell, of

And do him save that's near his grave, Blacket House. The addresses of the latter were,

And dies for love of thee. however, favoured by the friends of the lady, and the lovers were therefore obliged to meet in secret, and by night, in the churchyard of Kirconnell, a

FAIR HELEN. romantic spot, almost surrounded by the river Kirile. During one of these private interviews, the jealous and despised lover suddenly appeared on the opposite bank of the stream and levelled his carabine I wish I were where Helen lies, at the breast of his rival. Helen threw herself Night and day on me she cries; before her lover, received in her bosom the bullet,

o that I were where Helen lies, and died in his arms. A desperate and mortal On fair Kirconnell Lee! combat ensued between Fleming and the murderer,

Curst be the heart that thought the thought, in which the latter was cut to pieces. Other ac

And curst the hand that fired the shot, counts say, that Fleming pursued his enemy to

When in my arms burdi Helen dropt, Spain, and slew him in the streets of Madrid.

And died to succour me! The ballad, as now published, consists of two parts. The first seems to be an address, either by O think na ye my heart was sair, Fleming or his rival, to the lady: if, indeed, it con When my love dropt down and spak nae mair, sututed any portion of the original poem. For the There did she swoon wi' meikle care, Editor cannoi help suspecting that these verses On fair Kirconnell Lee. have been the production of a different and inferior bard, and only adapted to the original measure and

As I went down the water side, tune. But this suspicion being unwarranted by any

None but my foe to be my guide, copy he has been able to procure, he does not ven

None but my foe to be my guide, ture to do more than intimate his own opinion.

On fair Kirconnell Lee; The second part, by far the most beautiful, and I lighted down my sword to draw, which is unquestionably original, forms the lament I hacked him in pieces sma', of Fleming over the grave of fair Helen.

I hacked him in pieces sma', The ballad is here given, without alteration or For her sake that died for me. improvement, from the most accurate copy which could be recovered. The fate of Helen has not, O Helen fair, beyond compare! however, remained unsung by modern bards. A I'll make a garland of thy hair, lament, of great poetical merit, by the learned his Shall bind my heart for ever mair, tonan, Mr. Pinkerton, with several other poems on Until the day I die. this subject, have been printed in various forms.

O that I were where Helen lies! The grave of the lovers is yet shown in the churchyard of Kirconnell, near Springkell. Upon

Night and day on me she cries; the torbstone can still be read--Hic jacet Adamus

Out of my bed she bids me rise,

Says, "Haste and come to me!"-
Fleming ; a cross and sword are sculptured on
the stone. The former is called by the country O Helen fair! O Helen chaste!
people, the gun with which Helen was murdered ; If I were with thee, I were blest,
and the latter, the avenging sword of her lover. Where thou lies low, and takes thy rest
Sit illis terra ledis! A heap of stones is raised on On fair Kirconnell Lee.
the spot where the murder was committed; a token
of abhorrence common to most nations. t

I wish my grave were growing green,
A winding-sheet drawn ower my een,

And I in Helen's arms lying,

On fair Kirconnell Lee.

I wish I were where Helen lies!

Night and day on me she cries; 0! SWEETEST sweet, and fairest fair,

And I am weary of the skies, Of birth and worth beyond compare.

For her sake that died for me. This dispute is owing to the uncertain date of the ballad ; for, land. But a few years ago, a cairn was pointed out to me in the although the last proprietors of Kirconnell were Irvings, when de King's Park of Edinburgh, which had been raised in detestation prived of their possessions by Robert Maxwell in 1600, yet Kir of a cruel murder, perpetrated by one Nicol Muschat, on the boconnell is termed in old chronicles, The Bell's Tower; and a dy of his wife, in that place, in the year 1720. (This is the Mus stone, with the arms of that family, has been found among its chai's Cairn of the Heart of Mid-Lothian.-ED.)

Fair Helen's sirname, therefore, depends upon the period : Burd Helen-Maid Helen. wbgeh she lived, which it is now impossible to ascertain.

$ ('The Edinburgh Review for January, 1803, quotes verses * This practice has only very lately become obsolete in Scot-1-8 of the 2d part of this ballad, asof erquisite merit." The

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other's peaceable demeanour; from which bond, mentions another copy; The present edition was


we have of that list of delinquents. There occur, in

particular, The Græmes, as we have had frequent occasion

Richie Grame of Bailie,

Will's Jock Grame, to notice, were a powerful and numerous clan, who

Fargue's Willie Grame, chiefly inhabited the Debateable Land. They were

Muckle Willie Grame, said to be of Scottish extraction; and their chief

Will Grame of Rosetrees, claimed his descent from Malice, Earl of Stratherne.

Ritchie Grame, younger of Netherby,

Wat Grame, called Flaughtail, In military service they were more attached to Eng.

Will Grame, Nimble Willie, land than to Scotland; but in their depredations on

Will Grame, Mickle Willie, both countries, they appear to have been very im- with many others.

In Mr. Ritson's curious and valuable collection of berland alleged to Lord Scroope, that the Græmes, legendary poetry, entitled Ancient Songs, he has and their clans, with their children, tenants, and published this Border ditty, from a collation of two servants, were the chiefest actors in the spoil and old black-letter copies, one in the collection of the decay of the country.”. Accordingly, they were, at late John, Duke of Roxburghe, and another in the that time, obliged to give a bond of surety for each hands of' John Bayne, Esq.-The learned Editor

“Good Lord their numbers appear to have exceeded four hundred John is a hunting gone. men.-See Introduction to Nicolson's History of procured for me by my friend Mr. William Laidlaw, Cumberland, p. cvii.

in Blackhouse, and has been long current in SelRichard Græme, of the family of Netherby, was kirkshire ; but Mr. Ritson's copy has occasionally one of the attendants upon Charles I., when Prince been resorted to for better readings. of Wales, and accompanied him upon his romantic journey through France and Spain. The following

HUGHIE THE GREME. little anecdote, which then occurred, will show that the memory of the Græmes' Border exploits was at

Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane, that time still preserved.

He has ridden o'er moss and muir : “They were now entered into the deep time of And he has grippit Hughie the Græme, Lent, and could get no flesh in their inns. Where For stealing o' the Bishop's mare. upon fell out a pleasant passage, if I may insert it, “Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be! by the way, among more serious. There was, near

Here hangs a broadsword by my side; Bayonne, a herd of goats, with their young ones : And if that thou canst conquer me, upon the sight whereof, Sir Richard Graham tells

The matter it may soon be tryed.”— the Marquis (of Buckingham,) that he would snap one of the kids, and make some shift to carry him "I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief; snug, to their lodging: Which the Prince overhear Although thy name be Hughie the Græme, ing, Why, Richard,' says he, do you think you I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds, may practise here your old tricks upon the Borders ? If God but grant me life and time."Upon which words, they, in the first place, gave the

"Then do your worst now, good Lord Scroope, goat-herd good contentment: and then, while the

And deal your blows as hard as you can! Marquis and Richard, being both on foot, were cha

shall be tried within an hour, sing the kid about the stack, the Prince, from horse

Which of us two is the better man." back, killed him in the head, with a Scottish pistol.Which circumstance, though trifling, may yet serve

But as they were dealing their blows so free, to show how his Royal Highness, even in such slight And both so bloody at the time, and sportful damage, had a noble sense of just deal Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall, ing." --Sir H. WoTToN's Life of the Duke of Buck All for to take brave Hughie the Græme. ingham.

Then they hae grippit Hughie the Græme, I find no traces of this particular Hughie Græme,

And brought him up through Carlisle town; of the ballad ; but, from the mention of the Bishop,

The Jasses and lads stood on the walls, I suspect he may have been one of about four hun.

Crying, "Hughie the Græme, thou'se ne'er gae dred 'Borderers, against whom bills of complaint

down!" were exhibited to Robert Aldridge, Lord Bishop of Carlisle, about 1553, for divers incursions, burnings, Then they hae chosen a jury of men, murders, mutilations, and spoils, by them committed. The best that were in Carlisle* town; -Nicolson's History, Introduction, Ixxxi. There And twelve of them cried out at once, appear a number of Græmes, in the specimen which "Hughie the Græme, thou must gae down!"fate of Fair Helen has since been celebrated by Wordsworth, in

Fair Ellen saw it when it came, these beautiful stanzas :

And, stepping forth to meet the same,

Did with her body cover
Fair Ellen Irwin, when she sat

The youth, her chosen lover.
Upon the Braes of Kirtle,
Was lovely as a Grecian Maid,

" And, falling into Bruce's arms,
Adorned with wreaths of myrtle.

Thus died the beauteous Ellen,
Young Adam Bruce beside her lay ;

Thus from the heart of her true-love,
And there did they beguile the day

The mortal spear repelling:
With love and gentle speeches,

And Bruce, as soon as he had slain
Beneath the budding beeches.

The Gordon, sailed a way to Spain ;

And fought with rage incessant
From many Knights and many Squires

Against the Moorish Crescent.
The Bruce had been selected ;
And Gordon, fairest of them all,

"But many days, and many months,
By Ellen was rejected.

And many years ensuing,
Sad tidings to that noble youth!

This wretched Knight did vainly seek
For it may be proclaimed with truth,

The death that he was wooing :
If Bruce hath loved sincerely,

And coming back across the wave,
That Gordon loves as dearly,

Without a groan on Ellen's grave

His body he extended,
But what is Gordon's beauteous face?

And there his sorrow ended.
And what are Gordon's crosses,
To them who sit by Kirtle's brues,
Upon the verdant mosses ?

"Now ye, who willingly have heard

The tale I have been tulling,
Alas that ever he was born !
The Gordon, couched behind a thorn,

May in Kirconnell churchyard view
Seep them and their caressing,

The grave of lovely Ellen :

By Ellen's side the Bruce is laid ;
Beholds them blest and blessing.

And, for the stone upon his head,
Proud Gordon cannot bear the thoughts-

May no rude hand deface it,
That through his brain are travelling,

And its forlorn HIC JAOETI"
And starting up to Bruce's heart
He launched a deadly
javelin !

Garlard-Anc. Songs.

Then up bespak him gude Lord Hume,*

Gar loose to me the gude graie dogs, As he sat by the judge's knee,

That are bound wi' iron bands.""Twenty white owsen, my gude lord, If you'll grant Hughie the Græme to me."

When Johnie's mother gat word o' that,

Her hands for dule she wrang“O no, O no, my gude Lord Hume!

"O Johnie! for my benison, For sooth and sae it mauna be ;

To the greenwood dinna gang!
For, were there but three Græmes of the name,
They suld be hanged a' for me."-

“Eneugh ye hae o' gude wheat bread,

And eneugh o' the blood-red wine; "Twas up and spake the gude Lady Hume,

And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie, As she sat by the judge's knee, –

I pray ye, stir frae hame.""A peck of white pennies, my gude lord judge, If you'll grant Hughie the Græme to me.

But Johnie's busk't up his gude bend bow,

His arrows ane by ane; "O no, O no, my gude Lady Hume!

And he has gane to Durrisdeer,
Forsooth and so it must na be ;

To hunt the dun deer down.
Were he but the one Græme of the name,
He suld be hanged high for me."

As he came down by Merriemass,

And in by the benty line, "If I be guilty," said Hughie the Græme,

There has he espied a deer lying “Of me my friends shall have small talk ;"

Aneath a bush of ling. S
And he has louped fifteen feet and three,

Though his hands they were tied behind his back. Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,
He looked over his left shoulder,

And he wounded her on the side;

But, atween the water and the brae,
And for to see what he might see;
There was he aware of his auld father,

His hounds they laid her pride.
Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.

And Johnie has bryttledll the deer sae weel, “Ohald your tongue, my father," he says,

That he's had out her liver and lungs; "And see that ye dinna weep for me!

And wi' these he has feasted his bluidy hounds,

As if they had been earl's sons. For they may ravish me o' my life,

But they canna banish me fro' Heaven hie. They eat sae much o' the venison, "Fair ye weel, fair Maggie, my wife!

And drank sae much o' the blude, The last time we came ower the muir,

That Johnie and a' his bluidy hounds, 'Twas thou bereft me of my life.

Fell asleep as they had been dead. And wi' the Bishop thou play'd the whore.

And by there came a silly auld carle,

An ill death mote he die ! “Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword, That is made o' the metal sae fine;

For he's awa' to Hislinton,

Where the Seven Foresters did lie. And when thou comest to the English + side, Remember the death of Hughie the Græme." “What news, what news, ye gray-headed carle,

What news bring, ye to me ?"-—

"I bring nae news,' said the gray-headed carle, JOHNIE OF BREADISLEE.

"Save what these eyes did see.
As I came down by Merriemass,

And down among the scroggs,
The hero of this ballad appears to have been an The bonniest childe that ever I saw
oilaw and deer-stealer-probably one of the broken
men residing upon the Border. There are several

Lay sleeping amang his dogs. different copies, in one of which the principal per "The shirt that was upon his back sonage is called Johnie of Cockielaw. The stanzas Was o' the Holland fine; of greatest merit have been selected from each copy. The doublet which was over that It s sometimes said, that this outlaw possessed the Was o' the lincome twine.** old Castle of Morton, in Dumfries-shire, now ruinous :-“ Near to this castle there was a park, built

" The buttons that were on his sleeve by Sir Thomas Randolph, on the face of a very

Were o' the goud sae gude: great and high hill; so artificially, that, by the ad

The gude graie hounds he lay amang, vantage of the hill, all wild beasts, such as deers,

Their mouths were dyed wi' blude." harts, and roes, and hares, did easily leap in, but Then out and spak the First Forester, could not get out again ; and if any other cattle, The heid man ower them a'such as cows, sheep, or goats, did voluntarily leap " If this be Johnie o' Breadislee, in, or were forced to do it, it is doubted if their

Nae nearer will we draw."owners were permitted to get them out again. Account of Presbytery of Penpont, apud Macfar. But up and spak the Sixth Forester, lane's MSS. Such a park would form a conve (His sister's son was he,). nient domain to an outlaw's castle, and the mention "If this be Johnie o' Breadislee of Durrisdeer, a neighbouring parish, adds weight to We soon shall gar him die!"the tradition. I have seen on a mountain near Cal. lendar, a sort of pinfold, composed of immense

The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot,

They wounded him on the knee ; rocks, piled upon each other, which, I was told, was anciently constructed for the above-mentioned

And out and spak the Seventh Forester, purpose. The mountain is thence called Vah var,

* The next will gar him die." or the Code of the Giant.

Johnie's set his back against an aik,

His fute against a stane;

And he has slain the Seven Foresters,
JOHNIE rose up in a May morning

He has slain them a' but ane. Call'd for water to wash his hands

He has broke three ribs in that ane's side ; • Boler Anc. Songs.

But and his collar bane; of the morality of Robert Aldridge, Bishop of Carlisle, we He's laid him twa-fald ower his steed, know but little ; but his political and religious faith were of a

Bade him carry the tidings hame. stretching and accommodating texture. Anthony a Wood obwerves, that there were many changes in his time, both in church $ Ling-Heath. and state ; but that the worthy prelate retained his offices and 1 Bryitle-Tucut up venison. See the Ancient ballad of Chevy preferrper.te during them all.

Chase, v. 8. 1 Border-Anc, Songs.

Scrog 88-Stunted trecs. ** The Lincoln manufacture.


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