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"Dickie has been in the stable last night,
He's ta'en the steil cap aff his headAnd has ta'en my brother's horse and mine frae Johnie, I'll tell my master I met wi' thee."me."
When Johnie wakened out o' his dream, “ Ye wad ne'er be tauld,” quo' the gude Laird's I wat a dreirie man was he: Jock;
And is thou gane? Now, Dickie, than * Have ye not found my tales fu' leil ?
The shame and dule is left wi' me.
“And is thou gane ? Now, Dickie, than
The deil gae in thy companie! * But lend me thy bay,” fair Johnie 'gan say;, For if I should live these hundred years,
"There's nae horse loose in the stable save he; I ne'er shall fight wi' a fule after thee."And I'll either fetch Dick o' the Cow again, Or the day is come that he shall die.
Then Dickie's come hame to the gude Lord
Scroope, * To lend thee my bay!" the Laird's Jock gan E'en as fast as he might hie; say,
"Now, Dickie, I'll neither eat nor drink, "He's baith worth gowd and gude monie : Till hie hanged thou shalt be."Diek o' the Cow has awa' twa horse : I wish na thou may make him three." —
The shame speed the liars, my lord !" quo
Dickie ; He has ta'en the laird's jack on his back,
" This was na the promise ye made to me! A twa-handed sword to hang by his thie; For I'd ne'er gang to Liddesdale to steal, He has ta'en a steil cap on his head,
Had I not got my leave frae thee." And galloped on to follow Dickie.
" But what garr'd thee steal the Laird's Jock's Dickie was na a mile frae aff the town,
horse ? I wat a mile but barely three,
And, limmer, what garr'd ye steal him ?" quo' he; When he was o'erta'en by fair Johnie Armstrong, "For lang thou mightst in Cumberland dwelt, Hand for hand, on Cannobie lee.*
Ere the Laird's Jock had stown frae thee."" Abide, abide, thou traitour thiefe !
“Indeed I wat ye lied, my lord ! The day is come that thou maun die."
And e'en sae loud as I hear ye lie! Then Dickie look't ower his left shoulder,
I wan the horse frae fair Johnie Armstrang, Said — " Johnie, hast thou nae mae in companie? Hand to hand, on Cannobie lee. # There is a preacher in our chapell,
“There is the jack was on his back; And a' the live-lang day teaches he:
This twa-handed sword hung laigh by his thie, When day is gane and night is come,
And there's the steil cap was on his head; There's ne'er a word I mark but three.
I brought a' these tokens to let thee see."'# The first and second is-Faith and Conscience ; "If that be true thou to me tells, The third-Ne'er let a traitour free:
(And I think thou dares na tell a lie.) But, Johnie, what faith and conscience was thine, I'll gie thee fifteen punds for the horse,
When thou took awa my three kye frae me? Weil tauld on thy cloak lap shall be.
And that may be as gude, I think,
" The shame speed the liars, my lord !" quo Then Johnie let a spear fa' laigh by his thie,
I'll either hae iwenty punds for the gude horse,
He's gi'en him twenty punds for the gude horse, This was Dickie the fule and he !
A' in goud and gude monie; Dickie could na win at him wi' the blade o' the He's gi'en him ane o' his best milk kye, sword,
To maintain his wife and children three. But felld him wi' the plummet under the ee.
Then Dickie's come down thro' Carlisle toun, Thus Dickie has felld fair Johnie Armstrong, E'en as fast as he could drie:
The prettiest man in the south country The first o' men that he met wi',
Was my Lord's brother, Bailift Glozenburrie. "I had but twa horse, thou hast made me three !
"Weil be ye met, my gude Ralph Scroope !"
“Welcome, my brother's fule!" quo' he: He's ta'en the steil jack aff Johnie's back,
"Where didst thou get fair Johnie Armstrang's The twa-handed sword that hung low by his horse ?"thie;
Where did I get him, but steal him," quo' he. A rising-ground on Cannobie, on the borders of Liddesdale. teacher. Tradition reports that the Laird's Jock survived to ex. • Blan-ie blew-breathed.
treme old age, when he died in the following extraordinary man • The commendation of the Laird's Jock's honesty seems but ner. A challenge had been given by an Englishman, named For mifferently founded : for, in Jaly, 1596, a bill was fouled against ster, to any Scottish Borderer, to fight him at a place called Korsbera, Dick of Dryup, and others, by the depity of Bewcastle, at a hopefoot, exactly upon the Borders. The Laird's Jock's only son sarilen-meeting for 400 head of cattle taken in open foray from accepted the defiance, and was armed by his father with his own the Dryake in Bewcastle : and in Seplember, 1587, another com. two-handed sword. The old champion himself, though bed-ridplaint appears at the instance of one Andrew Rutlege of the den, insisted upon being present at the battle. He was borne to Nook, against the Laird's Jock, and his accomplices, for 50 kine the place appointed, wrapped, it is said, in blankets, and placed and oxen, besides furniture, to the amount
of 100 merka sterling upon a very high stone to witness the conflict. In the duel his son See Bell's M88., as quoted in the History of Cumberland and fell, treacherously slain, as the Scotch tradition
affirms. The old Westmoreland. In Sir Richard Maitland's poem against the man gave a loud yell of terror and despair when he saw his son deres of Liddesdale, he thus commemorates the Laird's Jock :- Alain, and his noble weapon won by an Englishman, and died as They gpuilye puir men of their pakis,
they bore him home. A venerable Border poet (though of these They leif them nocht on bed nor bakis ;
latter days) has composed a poem on this romantic incident. The Baith hen and cok,
stone on which the Laird's Jock sat to behold the duel, was in ex With reil and rok,
istence till wantonly destroyed a year or two since. It was always The Lairdis Jock
called THE L AIRD'S JOCK'S STONE. 1802. [The reader will find All with him takis."
Sir Walter Scott recurring to the fate of the Laird's Jock, in 1828. Thuse who plundered Dick had been bred up under an expert | See Waverley Novels, vol. 2,
Death of Laird's Jock.)
"But wilt thou sell me the bonny horse ? would charge him and the rest before the regent for And, billie, wilt thou sell him to me?” quo' he: keeping of the rebels; and if he did not put them
Ay; if thou'lt tell me the monie on my cloak out of the country, the next day, he would doe his lap:
worst again them; whereupon ihe two Earls were For there's never ae penny I'll trust thee.”— driven to leave Liddesdale, and to fly to one of the
Armstrongs, a Scot upon the batable (debateable) I'll gie thee ten punds for the gude horse,
land on the Borders between Liddesdale and EngWeil tauld on thy cloak lap they shall be;
land. The same day the Liddesdale men stole the And I'll gie thee ane o' the best milk kye,
horses of the Countess of Northumberland, and of To maintain thy wife and children three.”—
her two women, and ten others of their company; “ The shame speed the liars, my lord !" quo' so as, the earls being gone, the lady of NorthumberDickie;
land was left there on foot, at John of the Side's “ Trow ye aye to make a fule o' me!
house, a cottage not to be compared to many a dog. I'll either hae twenty punds for the gụde horse,
kennel in England. At their departing from her, Or he's gae to Mortan fair wi' me.'
they went not above fifty horse, and the Earl of
Westmoreland, to be the more unknown, changed He's gi'en him twenty punds for the gude horse, his coat of plate and sword with John of the Side, Baith in goud and gude monie;
and departed like a Scottish Borderer."'-- AdvertiseHe's gi'en him ane o' his milk kye,
ments from Herham, 220 December, 1569, in the To maintain his wife and children three. Cabala, p. 160. Then Dickie lap a loup fu’hie,
Jock O' THE SIDE. And I wat a loud laugh laughed he“I wish the neck o' the third horse was broken,
Now Liddesdale has ridden a raid, If ony of the twa were better than he !'' -—
But I wat they had better hae staid at hame;
And Jock o' the Side is prisoner ta'en.
For Mangerton house Lady Downie bas gane,
Her coats she has kilted up to her knee; “And tak thee these twa as gude kye,
And down the water wi' speed she rins, I trow, as a' thy three might be;
While tears in spaits * fa fast frae her ee. And yet here is a white-fooled nagie,
Then up and spoke her gude auld lordI trow he'll carry baith thee and me.
"What news, what news, sister Downie, to "But I may nae langer in Cumberland bide;
me?"The Armstrangs they would hang me hie.' “ Bad news, bad news, my Lord Mangerton; So Dickie's ta'en leave at lord and master,
Michael is killed, and they hae ta'en my son And at Burgh under Stanmuir there dwells he.
-"Ne'er fear, sister Downie," quo' Mangerton; JOCK O' THE SIDE.
“I have yokes of ousen, eighty and three;
My barns, my byres, and my faulds, a' weil fill'd, The subject of this ballad being a common event
I'll part wi' them a' ere hnie shall die. in those troublesome and disorderly times, became " Three men I'll send to set him free, a favourite theme of the ballad-makers. There are, A’ harneist wi' the best o' steil ; in this collection, no fewer than three poems on the The English louns may hear, and drie rescue of prisoners, the incidents in which nearly The weight o' their braid-swords to feel. resemble each other; though the poetical description is so different, that the Editor did not think
The Laird's Jock ane, the Laird's Wat twa, himself at liberty to reject any one of them, as bor
O Hobbie Noble, thou ane maun be! rowed from the others. As, however, there are seve
Thy coat is blue, thou hast been true, ral verses, which, in recitation, are cominon to all
Since England banished thee, to me."these three songs, the Editor, to prevent unneces Now Hobbie was an English man, sary and disagreeable repetition, has used the free
In Bewcastle-dale was bred and born; dom of appropriating them to that in which they But his misdeeds they were sae great, seem to have the best poetic effect.
They banished him ne'er to return. The reality of this story rests solely upon the foundation of tradition. Jock o' the Side seems to Lord Mangerton them orders gave, have been nephew to the Laird of Mangertoun,
"Your horses the wrang way maun be shod; cousin to the Laird's Jock, one of his deliverers, Like gentlemen ye mauna seem, and probably brother to Christie of the Syde, men
But look like corn-caugerst ga'en the road. tioned in the list of Border clans, 1597. Like the Laird's Jock, he also is commemorated by Sir
“Your armour gude ye mauna shaw, Richard Maitland.--See the Introduction.
Nor yet appear like men o'weir;
As country lads be a' array'd,
Wi branks and brechamt on each mare."-
Sae now their horses are the wrang way shod,
And Hobbie has mounted his grey sae fine;
Jock his lively bay, Wat's on his white horse be
hind, Jock o' the Side appears to have assisted the And on they rode for the water of Tyne. Earl of Westmoreland in his escape after his unfortunate insurrection with the Earl of Northumber At the Cholerford $ they a' light down, land in the twelfth year of Elizabeth. "The two
And there, wi' the help of the light o' the moon, rebellious rebels went into Liddesdale in Scotland, A tree they cut, wi' fifteen nogs on each side, yesternight, where Martin Ellwood [Elliot) and To climb up the wa' of Newcastle toun. others, that have given pledges to the regent of Scotland, did raise their forces against them; being
But when they cam to Newcastle toun, conducted by black Ormeston, an outlaw of Scot
And were alighted at the wa', land, that was a principal murtherer of the King of
They fand thair tree threc ells ower laigh, Scots, [Darnley,] where the fight was offered, and
They fand their stick baith short and sma', both parties alighted from their horses; and, in the end, Ellwood said to Ormeston, he would be sorry
* Spalts-Torrerta. + Caugers-Carriers.
: Branks and Brecham-Halter and cart-collar. to enter deadly feud with him by bloodshed; but he $ Choler
ford in a ford on the Tyne, ahove Hexham.
Then up spake the Laird's ain Jock;
Then out and spoke the Laird's saft Wat, There's naething for't; the gates we maun The greatest coward in the cumpanie, force."
"Now halt, now halt! we need na try't; But when they cam the gate until,
The day is come we a' maun die!"A proud porter withstood baith men and horse.
"Puir faint-hearted thief !” cried the Laird's ain His neck in twa the Armstrangs wrang;
Jock, Wi fute or hand he ne'er play'd pa!
"There'll nae man die but him that's fie; t His life and his keys at anes they hae ta'en, I'll guide ye a' right safely thro'; And cast the body ahint the wa'.
Lift ye the pris'ner on ahint me.". Now sune they reach Newcastle jail,
Wi' that the water they hae ta'en, And to the prisoner thus they call;
By ane's and twa's they a' swam thro' * Sleeps thou, wakes thou, Jock o' the Side, “Here are we a' safe,' quo' the Laird's Jock, Or art thou weary of thy thrall ?"
" And, puir faint Wat, what think ye now?"Jock answers thus, wi' dolefu' tone;
They scarce the other brae had won, Aft, aft I wake-1 seldom sleep :
When twenty men they saw pursue; But whae's this kens my name sae weel,
Frae Newcastle toun they had been sent, And thus to mese * my waes does seek ?".
A' English lads baith stout and true. Then out and spak the gude Laird's Jock,
But when the land-sergeanti the water saw, ** Now fear ye na, my billie, quo' he;
It winna ride, my lads," says he; ** For here are the Laird's Jock, the Laird's Wat, Then cried aloud-" The prisoner take, And Hobbie Noble, come to get thee free." - But loave the fetters, I pray, to me.”Now haud thy tongue, my gude Laird's Jock, "I wat weel no," quo' the Laird's ain Jock,, For ever, alas! this canna be;
" I'll keep them a'; shoon to my mare they'll be: For if a Liddesdale were here the night,
My gude bay mare---for I am sure, The morn's the day that I maun die.
She has bought them a' right dear frae thee."* Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron,
Sae now they are on to Liddesdale, They hae laid a' right sair on me;
E'en as fast as they could them hie; W7 locks and keys I am fast bound
The prisoner is brought to's ain fire-side, Into this dungeon dark and dreirie."
And there o's airns they mak him free. " Far ye na’ that," quo' the Laird's Jock; "Now, Jock, my billie," quo' a' the three, A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie;
" The day is comed thou was to die; Wir thou within, we'll work without
But thou's as weel at thy ain ingle-side, And I'll be sworn we'll set thee free.'
Now sitting, I think, 'twixt thee and me." The first strong door that they cam at, They loosed it without a key; The next chain'd door that they cam at, They gart'd it a' to finders Hee.
THE DEATH OF FEATHERSTONHAUGH. The prisoner now upon his back
This old Northumbrian ballad was originally The Laird's Jock has gotten up fu' hie ; printed in the Notes to Marmion, but it is here inAnd down the stairs, him, airns and a',
serted in its proper place. It was taken down from Wi' nae sma' speed and joy brings he.
the recitation of a woman eighty years of age, mo"Now, Jock, my man," quo' Hobbie Noble,
ther of one of the miners in Alston-Moor, by the Some o' his weighi ye may lay on me.'
agent of the lead mines there, who communicated "I wat weel no!" quo' the Laird's ain Jock,
it to my friend and correspondent, R. Surtees, Esq. "I count him lighter than a flee."
of Mainsforth. She had not, she said, heard it for
many years; but, when she was a girl, it used to be Sae out at the gates they a' are gane,
sung at merry-makings, "eill the roof rung again." The prisoner's set on horseback hie;
To preserve this curious, though rude rhyme, it is And now wi' speed they've ta'en the gate,
here inserted. The ludicrous turn given to the While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie :
slaughter, marks that wild and disorderly state of * O Jock! sae winsomely ye ride,
society, in which a murder was not merely a casual Wi' baith your feet upon ae side;
circumstance, but, in some cases, an exceedingly
good jest. The structure of the ballad resembles Sae feel ye're harneist, and sae trig,
the "Fray of Suport,” having the same irregular In troth ye sit like ony bride!"
stanza and wild chorus. 1810. S
THE DEATH OF FEATHERSTONHAUGH.
Hoot awa', lads, hoot awa',
Ha' ye heard how the Ridleyg, and Thirlwalls, There they met with an auld man;
Ha' set upon Albanyll Featherstonhaugh,
And taken his life at the Deadmanshaugh ?
There was Willimoteswick, "1 wat weel no," quo' the gude auld man;
And Hardriding Dick, “I hae lived here thretty years and three, And Hughie of Hawdon, and Will of the W&'.I And I ne'er yet saw the Tyne sae big,
I canno tell a', I canno tell a', For running anes sae like a sea."'
And mony a mair that the deil may knaw. • Mere-foothe. + Fie-Predestined.
ly of Ridley. Hardriding Dick is not an epithet referring to horse: The lavad-sergeant (mentioned also in Hobbie Noble) was an manship, but means Richard Ridley of Hardriding, the seat of Gert under the warden, to whom was committed the apprehend another family of that name, which, in the time of Charles I., inz of delingenta, and the care of the public peace.
was sold on account of expenses incurred by the loyalty of the (one of the line of Thirlwall, mentioned in this ballad, and proprietor, the immediate ancestor of Sir Matihew Ridley. Will in the poter to it, figures in Sir Walter Scott's last novel-Castle of the Wa' scems to be William Ridley of Walltown, so called Dorzerous -- ED.)
from its situation on the great Roman Wall. Thirlwall Castle, * Proni munced die bony.
whence the clan of Thirlwalls derived their name, is situated on Tla explanation of this ancient ditty, Mr. Surtees has furnished the small river of Tippell, near the western boundary of Northumme with the following local memorandum : Willimoteswick, now berland. It is near the wall, and takes its name from the rampart more commonly called Ridley Hall, is situated at the confluence having been thirled, t. e. pierced or breached, in its vicinity. be A Bon and Tyne, and was the chief seat of the ancient fami Featherston Castle lies south of the Tyno, towards Alston-Moor.
The auld man went down, but Nicol, his son, from the resentment of his chief; but experienced
there the common fate of a traitor, being himself
executed at Carlisle, about two months after HobAnd afore they were done,
bie's death. Such is, at least, the tradition of LidThere was many a Featherston gat sic a stun, desdale. Sim o' the Maynes appears among the As never was seen since the world begun.
Armstrongs of Whitauch, in Liddesdale, in the list
of Clans so often alluded to.
Foul fa' the breast first Treason bred in!
That Liddesdale may safely say;
For in it there was baith meat and drink,
And corn unto our geldings gay.
And we were a' stout-hearted men,
As England she might often say;
But now we may turn our backs and flee,
Since brave Noble is sold away. Lay him now wi' his face down :-he's a sorrow Now Hobbie was an English man, ful sight.
And born into Bewcastle dale;
But his misdeeds they were so great,
They banish'd him to Liddesdale.
At Kershope foot the tryste was set,
Kershope of the lilye lee;19.
And there was traitour Sim o' the Mains, *** Tak' up the dead man, and lay him anent the
And with him a private companie. bigging: Here's the Bailey o' Haltwhistle, #
Then Hobbie has graithedttt his body fair, Wi' his great bull's pizzle,
Baith wi' the iron and wi' the steel; That supp'd up the broo', and syne -in the And he has ta'en out his fringed grey, piggin.ss
And there, brave Hobbie, he rade him weel.
E'en as fast as he could hie;
Tho'a' should hae bursten and broken their hearts,
Frae that riding-tryst he wad na be. We have seen the hero of this ballad act a distinguished part in the deliverance of Jock o' the Side, “Well be ye met, my feresitt five ! and are now to learn the ungrateful return which And now, what is your will wi' me?"the Armstrongs made him for his faithful services.llll Then they cried a', wi' ae consent, Halbert, or Hobbie Noble, appears to have been “Thou'rt welcome here, brave Noble, to me. one of those numerous English outlaws, who, being
" Wilt thou with us into England ride, forced to fly their own country, had established themselves on the Scottish Borders. As Hobbie
And thy safe warrand we will be ? continued his depredations upon the English, they
If we get a horse worth a hundred pound, bribed some of his hosts, the Armstrongs, to decoy
Upon his back thou sune sall be." him into England under pretence of a predatory ex “I dare not by day into England ride ; pedition. He was there delivered, by his treache The Land-Sergeant has me at feid : rous companions, into the hands of the officers of And I know not what evil may betide, justice, by whom he was conducted to Carlisle, and For Peter of Whitfield, his brother, is dead. executed next morning. The Laird of Mangertoun, with whom Hobbie was in high favour, is said to
" And Anton Shiel he loves not me, have taken a severe revenge upon the traitors who For I gat twa drifts o' his sheep; betrayed him. The principal contriver of the scheme, The great Earl of Whitfieldsss loves me not, called here Sim of the Maynes, fed into England For nae gear frae me he e'er could keep.
Albany Featherstonhaugh, the chief of that ancient family, made by the Scottish commissioners, to the Lord Bishop of Carlisle. -
" the traitour Eckie of Harelaw,
Your deed is war, as all the world does know* Haud Their jaw-Hold their jaw; a vulgar expression still You nothing can but covatice allege." in use.
PINKERTON'S Maitland Poems, vol. i. p. 290. : Gai sta'en-Got stolen, or were plundered ; a very likely ter Eckie in the contraction of Hector among the vulgar, mination of the fray.
These little memoranda may serve still farther to illustrate the 6 Craig-Neck. 1 Bunch-Punch
beautiful ballads, upon that subject, published in the Reliques. TW'ame-Belly. ** Wallning.-Bellowing:
TT Kershope-burn), where Hobbie met his treacherous compan. ** Donot-Silly slut. (Do-nought.) The Border bard calls her ions, falls into the Liddel, from the English side, at a place called en, because she was weeping for her husband; a loss which he Tumersholm, where, according to tradition, toumeys and games seems to think might be soon repaired
of chivalry were often solemnized. :: Bailey o' Haltrohistle The Bailiff
of Haltwhistle seems to *** The Mains was anciently a Border-keep near Castletown, have arrived when the fray was over. This supporter of social on the north side of the Liddel, but is now totally demolished. order is treated with characteristic irreverenco by the moss *** Graithed-Clad. 11: Feres--Companions. trooping poet.
SGS Whitfield is explained by Mr. Ellis of Otterboume to be a $6 An iron-pot with two ears.
large and rather wild manorial district in the extreme southwest # The original editor of the Reliques of Ancient Poetry has part of Northumberland; the proprietor of which might be naturalnoticed the perfidy of this clan in another instance: the delivery ly called the Lord, though not Earl of Whitfield. I suspect, bow. of the banxhed Earl of Northumberland into the hands of tho ever, that the reciters may have corrupted the great Ralph WhitScottish regent, by Hector of Harelaw, an Armstrong, with whom field into Earl of Whitfield. Sir Matthew Whitfield, of Whitfield, he had taken roflige. -Percy, vol. i p. 233.-This Hector of Hare was Sheriff of Northumberland in 1433, and the estate continued 19w seems to have been an Englishman, or under English 93, in the faraily from the roiga of Richard II. till about fifty sean ourance ; for hen one of those against whom bills were exhibited since
* But will ye stay till the day gae down,
Then they hae ta’en brave Hobbie Noble, Until the night come o'er ihe grund,
Wi's ain bowstring they band him sae; And I'll be a guide worth ony twa
But his gentle heart was ne'er sae sair, That may in Liddesdale bé found ?
As when his ain five bound him on the brae. "Though the night be black as pick and tar, They hae ta'en him on for west Carlisle ; I'll guide ye o'er yon hill sae hie;
They ask'd him, if he kend the way? And bring ye a' in safety back,
Though much he thought, yet little he said lí ye'll be true and follow me."
He knew the gate as weel as they. He has guided them o'er moss and muir,
They hae ta’en him up the Ricker-gate ;! O'er hill and hope, and mony a down;
The wives they cast their windows wide; Until they came to the Foulbogshiel,
And every wife to another can say, And there, brave Noble, he lighted down.
That's the man loosed Jock othe Side !"But word is gane to the Land-Sergeant,
"Fy on ye, women! why ca' ye me man? In Askerton* where that he lay
For it's nae man that I'm used like; * The deer, that ye hae hunted sae lang,
I am but like a forfoughen** hound,, Is seen into the Waste this day."
Has been fighting in a dirty syke.”tt * The Hobbie Noble is that deer!
They hae had him up through Carlisle town, I wat he carries the style fu' hie;
And set him by the chimney fire; Aft has he driven our bluidhounds back, t
They gave brave Noble a loaf to eat, And set ourselves at little lee.
And that was little his desire. Gar warn the bows of Hartlie-burn,
They gave him a wheaten loaf to eat, See they sharp their arrows on the wa'!
And after that a can of beer; Warn Willeva and Speir Edom, #
And they a' cried, with one consent, And see the morn they meet me a'.
Eat, brave Noble, and make gude cheir. Gar meet me on the Rodric-haugh, $
" Confess my lord's horse, Hobbie,” they said, And see it be by break o' day;
And to-morrow in Carlisle thou's na dee.' And we will on to Conscouthart-green,
" How can I confess them,” Hobbie says, For there, I think, we'll get our prey.'
"When I never saw them with my ee?" Then Hobbie Noble has dreimit a dreim,
Then Hobbie has sworn a fu' great aith, In the Foulbogshiel where that he lay;
By the day that he was gotten and born, He dreimit his horse was aneath him shot,
He never had onything o' my lord's, And he himself got hard away.
That either eat him grass or corn. The cocks 'goudll craw, the day 'goud daw,
"Now fare thee weel, sweet Mangerton !117 And I wot sae even fell down the rain;
For I think again I'll ne'er thee see: Had Hobbie na wakened at that time
I wad hae betray'd nae lad alive, In the Foulbogshiel, he had been ta'en or slain.
For a' the gowd o' Christentie. * Awake, awake, my feres five! I trow here makes a fu' ill day;
" And fare thee weel, sweet Liddesdale ! Yet the worst cloak o this company,
Baith the hie land and the law; I hope shall cross the Waste this day."
Keep ye weel frae the traitor Mains!
For goud and gear he'll sell ye a'.
"Yet wad I rather be ca'd Hobbie Noble, They were beset by cruel men and keen,
In Carlisle, where he suffers for his fau't, That away brave Hobbie might na gae.
Than I'd be ca'd the traitor Mains,
That eats and drinks o' the meal and maut." " Yet follow me, my feres five,
And see ye keep of me gude ray; And the worst cloak o' this company
ROOKHOPE RYDE. Eren yet may cross the Waste this day."But the Land-Sergeant's men cam Hobbie before, This is a Bishopric Border song, composed in The traitor Sim cam Hobbie behin',
1569, taken down from the chanting of George So had Noble been wight as Wallace was,
Collingwood the elder, late of Boltsburn, in the Away, alas! he might na win.
neighbourhood of Ryhope, who was interred at
Stanhope, the 16th December, 1785. Then Hobbie had but a laddie's sword;
Rookhope is the name of a valley about five miles But he did mair than a laddie's deed;
in length; at the termination of which, Rookhope For that sword had clear'd Conscouthart-green, burn empties itself into the river Wear : the dale lies
Had it not broke o'er Jerswigham's head. in the north part of the parish of Stanhope, in
Askerton is an old castle, now ruinous, situated in the wilds pears from the following passage in a letter from William, Lord of Cumberland, about seventeen miles north-east of Carlisle, Dacre, to Cardinal Wolsey, 18th July, 1528 ; Appendix to PINKERamidst that mountainous and desolate tract of country bordering TON'S Scotland, v. 12, No. XIX. Like it also your grace, seeupon Liddesdale, emphatically termed the Waste of Bewcastle. ing the disordour within Scotlaund, that all the my guyded men,
* The russet blood hound, wont, near Annand's stream, Bordorers of the same, inhabiting within Ekdale, Ewsdale, Walg. To trace the sly thief with avenging foot,
hopedale, Liddesdale, and a part of Tividale, foranempt Bewcas. Close as an evil conscience still at hand.”
telldale, and a part of the Middle Marches of this the King's BorOur ancient statutes inform us, that the blood-hound, or sluith dours, entres not this West and Middle Marches, to do any atbrand, (so called from its quality of tracing the slot, or track, of template to the King our said soveraine's subjects : but thaye men and animals.) was early used in the pursuit and detection of come thorow Bewcastelldale, and retornes, for the most parte, the marauders. Nullus perturbei aut impediat canem trassantem, samo waye agayne.” cut homincs trassantes crem ipso, ad sequendum latrones. 11 Goud-ie begoud-began. Ergiam Majertatem, lib. 4tus, cap. 32. And, so late as 1616, TA street in Carlile. Forfoughen-Quite fatigued. there was an order from the king's commissioners of the northern it Syke--Ditch Ganties, that a certain number of slough-bounds should be main 11 of the Castle of Mangertoun, so often mentioned in these haltained in every district of Cumberland, bordering upon Scotland, lads, there are very few vestiges. It was situated on the banks of They were of great value, being sometimes sold for a hundred the Liddell, below Castletoun. In the wall of a neighbouring crowns.-Exposition of Bleau's Atlas, voce Nithedale. The breedmill, which has been entirely built from the ruins of the tower. of thu sagacious animal, which could trace the human footstep there is a remarkable stone, bearing the arms of the Lairds of with the most unerring accuracy, is now nearly extinct.
Mangertoun, and a long broads word, with the figures 1583; pro: Willeva and Speir Edom are small districts in Bewcastledale, bably the date of building, or repairing, the castle. On each side through which also the Hartlie-burn takes its course
of the shield are the letters 8. A. and E. E., standing probably for s Conscoutbart-Green, and Rodric-haugh, and the Foulbogshiel, Symon Armstrong and Elizabeth Ellioti. Such is the only me are the names of places in the same wilds, through which the Scot morial of the Lards of Mangertoun, except those rude ballads tah plunderets generally made their raids upon England, as ap which the Editor now offers to the public.