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Weardale. Rookhope-head is the top of the vale. When they had eaten aye and done, The ballad derives some additional interest, from the They say'd some capiains here needs must be : date of the event being so precisely ascertained to Then they choosed forth Harry Çorbyl, be the 6th December, 1572, when the Tynedale rob And "Śymon Fell," and Martin Ridley. bers, taking advantage of the public confusion occasioned by the rebellion of Westmoreland and Then o'er the moss, where as they came, Northumberland, and which particularly affected With many a brank and whew, the bishopric of Durham, determined to make this One of them could to another say, foray into Weardale.
"I think this day we are men enew. The late eminent antiquary, Joseph Ritson, took down this ballad from the mouth of the reciter, and
"For Weardale-men have a journey ta'en, printed it as part of an intended collection of 'Bor They are so far out o'er yon fell, der Ballads, which was never published. His ne
That some of them's with the two earls, phew, Mr. Frank, was so good as to favour me
And others fast in Bernard castell. with the copy from which it is here given. To the illustrations of Mr. Ritson, I have been enabled to
"There we shall get gear enough, add those of my friend Mr. Surtees, of Mainsforth.
For there is nane but women at hame;
The sorrowful fend that they can make,
Is loudly II cries as they were slain."
Then in at Rookhope-head they came, If the false thieves wad let it be,
And there they thought tul a' had their prey, But away they steal our goods apace,
But they were spy'd coming over the Dry-rig, And ever an ill death may they dee!
Soon upon Saint Nicholas' day. And so is the men of Thirlwall * and Willie-haver, t
Then in at Rookhope-head they came, And all their companies thereabout,
They ran the forest but a mile; That is minded to do mischief,
They gathered together in four hours And at their stealing stands not out.
Six hundred sheep within a while. But yet we will not slander them all,
And horses I trow they gat, For there is of them good enow;
But either ane or twa, It is a sore consumed tree
And they gat them all but ane That on it bears not one fresh bough.
That belang'd to great Rowley. Lord God! is not this a pitiful case,
That Rowley was the first man that did them spy That men dare not drive their goods to the fell, With that he raised a mighty cry; But limmer thieves drives them away,
The cry it came down Rookhope burn, That fears neither heaven nor hell?
And spread through Weardale hasteyly. Lord, send us peace into the realm,
Then word came to the bailiff's house That every man may live on his own!
At the east gate, ** where he did dwell itt I trust to God, if it be his will,
He was walk'd out to the Smale-burns, That Weardale men may never be overthrown. Which stands above the Hanging-well. If For great troubles they've had in hand,
His wise was wae when she heard tell, With Borderers pricking hither and thither,
So weel she wist her husband wanted gear;
She gar'd saddle him his horse in haste,
The bailiff got wit before his gear came,
That such news was in the land, And he that rade not on a horse,
He was sore troubled in his heart, I wat he rade on a weel-fed mear.
That on no earth that he could stand. So in the morning, before they came out,
His brother was hurt three days before, So weel I wot they broke their fast;
With limmer thieves that did him prick; In the forenoon they came into a bye fell,
Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon, Where some of them did eat their last.I
What ferly was't that he lay sick ?
* Thirlwall, or Thirlitwall, is said by Fordun, the Scottish his. This is still the phraseology of Westmoreland : a poorly man, torian, to be a name given to the Picts' or Roman wall, from its a softly day, and the like. having been thirled, or perforated, in ancient tines, by the Scots I The 6th of December. and Picts. Wyntown also, who most probably copied Fordun,
** Now a straggling village so called; originally, it would seem, calls it Thirlwall. Thirlwall castle, though in a very ruinous the gate house, or ranger's lodge, at the east entrance of Slan. condition, is still standing by the site of this famous wall upon the hope park. At some distance from this place is West-gale,
so river Tippal. It gave name to the ancient family. De Thirlwall.called for a similar reasun.-Ritson. (Sir John Thirlwall, of this family, is mentioned in Sir Walter ++ The mention of the builiff's house at the East-gate is (were Scott's last novel as English Governor of Douglas Castle in the such a proof wanting, strongly indicative of the authenticity of time of Robert Bruce.-ED)
the ballad. The family of Emerson of East-gath, a fief, if I may Willie-haver, or Willeva, is a small district or township in the so callit, held under the bishop, long exercised the office of bailiir parish of Lanercost, near Bewcastledale, in Cumberland, men of Wolkingham, the chief town and borough of Weardale, and ot tioned in the preceding ballad of Hobbie Noble :
Forster, &c., under successive prelater; and the present bishop's "Warn Willeva, and Spear Edom,
gamekeeper and ranger within Weardale, may be said to claim his And see the morn they meet them a'."
office by maternal descent, being Emerson Muschamp, (another • This would be about eleven o'clock, the usual dinner-hour in ancient name,) and, though somewhat shorn of his beams, the that period.
lineal heir of the old bailifts of Weardale. "Rob. Emerson Par 4 The two earls were Thomas Percy, Earl of Northumberland, çarius de Stanhopp. 13 Aug. 7 Rob. Nevill Epi.-Cuthb. Emerson and Charles Nevil, Earl of Westmoreland, who, on the 15th of de Eastgat sub Forestar. Parci de Stanhopp. i Wolsey.-Lease November, 1569, at the head of their tenantry and others, took of the East-gate to Mr. George Emerson for 30 years, 10l. p. ann. arme for the purpose of liberating Mary, Queen of Scots, and 4 Ed. C. Bp. Tunstall.-Rob. Emerson de Eastgat. sede vacante restoring the old religion. They besieged Barnard castle, which p. depriv. Tunstall parcar. Dne Regine. ----Geo. et Ric. Emerson *14, for eleven days, stoutly defended by Sir George Bowes, who, Baltivi de Wolsingham, 12 Sept. 1616, sicut Geo. Rolli vel. Rolafterward, being appointed the Queen's marshal, hanged the poor lands Emerson olim tenuere."-SURTEES. constables and pensantry by dozens in a day, to the amount of II A place in the neighbourhood of East-gate, known at present, SA The Earl of Northumberland, betrayed by the Scots, with as well as the Pry.rig, or Smale-burns ; being the property of whom he had taken refuge, was beheaded at York, on the 22d of Mr. Robert Richardson, by inheritance, since before 1583.-KITAugust, 1572 ; and the Earl of Westmoreland, deprived of the an SON. cient and noble patrimony rf the Nevils, and reduced to beg. 99 A jacket, or short coat, plated or institched with small pieces gary, escaped over sea, into founders, and died in misery and dis.of iron, and usually worn by the peasantry of the Border in their grace, being the last of his family. See two ballads on the sub- journeys from place to place, as well as in their occasional skir. ject, in Percy's Collection, (i. 271, 21,) and consider whether mishes with the moss-troopers, who were most probably equipped They be gonuine.--RITSON.
with the same sort of harness. -RITSON.
But get the bailiff shrinked nought,
The following beautiful fragment was taken down That went to bear him company.
by Mr. Surtees, from the recitation of Anne Dou
glas, an old woman who weeded in his garden. It But when the bailiff was gathered,
is imperfect, and the words within brackets were inAnd all his company,
serted by my correspondent, to supply such stanzas They were numbered to never a man
as the chantress's memory left defective. The hero But forty under fifty.
of the ditty, if the reciter be correct, was shot to death
by nine brothers, whose sister he had seduced, but The thieves was numbered a hundred men, was afterwards buried, at her request, near their usual I at they were not of the worst;
place of meeting; which may account for his being That coold be choosed out of Thirlwall and Wil- laid, not in holy ground, but beside the burn. The lie-haver,
name of Barthram, or Bertram, would argue a Norin*1 trow they were the very first." +
umbrian origin, and there is, or was, a Headless But all that was in Rookhope-head,
Cross, among many so named, near Elsdon in NorthAnd all that was i' Nuketon-cleugh,
umberland, But the mention of the Nine-Stane Where Weardale-men o'ertook the thieves,,
Burn, and Nine-Stane Rig, seems to refer to those And there they gave them fighting eneugh.
places in the vicinity of Hermitage Castle, which
is countenanced by ihe mentioning our Lady's ChaSo sore they made them fain to flee,
pel. Perhaps the hero may have been an EnglishAs many was a' out of hand,
man, and the lady a native of Scotland, which And for túl have been at home again,
renders the catastrophe even more probable. The They would have been in iron bands.
style of the ballad is rather Scottish than Northum
brian. They certainly did bury in former days near And for the space of long seven years
the Nine-Stane Burn; for the Editor remembers As sore they mighten a' had their lives,
finding a small monumental cross, with initials, lyBut there was never one of them
ing among the heather. It was so small, that, with That ever thought to have seen their wives, the assistance of another gentleman, he easily plaAbout the time the fray began,
ced it upright. Tirow it lasted but an hour, TL'l many a man lay weaponless,
BARTHRAM's DiRGE. und was sore wounded in that stour.
They shot him dead at the Nine-Stone Rig, Ane before that hour was done,
Beside the Headless Cross, Fer of the thieves were slain,
And they left him lying in his blood,
Upon the moor and moss.
They made a bier of the broken bough,
The sauch and the aspin gray, Bure them company in their pain.
And they bore him to the Lady Chapel, One of our Weardale-men was slain,
And waked him there all day. Rowland Emerson his name hight;
A lady came to that lonely bower, I truat to God his soul is well,
And threw her robes aside, Because he fought unto the right.
She tore her ling (long) yellow hair,
And knelt at Barthram's side.
She bathed him in the Lady-Well,
Taere they found George Carrick slain. And she plaited a garland for his breast,
And a garland for his hair.
They rowed him in a lily-sheet, Lord, let them never make a better end,
And bare him to his earth, That comes to play them sicken a part.
[And the Gray Friars sung the dead man's mass, I trust to God, no more they shall,
As they pass'd the Chapel Garth.] Eacepe it be one for a great chance;
They buried him at [the mirk) midnight, For God will punish all those
When the dew fell cold and still, With a great heavy pestilence.
When the aspen gray forgot to play,
And the mist clung to the hill.]
They dug his grave but a bare foot deep,
And they covered him (o'er with the heather flower, I
The moss and the (Lady) fern.
A Gray Friar staid upon the grave,
And sang till the morning tide, Never a foot back man would flee.
And a friar shall sing for Barthram's soul,
While the headless Cross shall bide.. And such a storm amongst them fell,
As I think you never heard the like; For he that bears his head so high, He oft-tymes falls into the dyke.
ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD. And now I do entreat you all,
It may perhaps be thought, that, from the near As many as are present here,
resemblance which this ballad bears to Kinmont To pray for the singer of this song,
Willie, and Jock o' the Side, the Editor might have For he sings to make blythe your cheer. dispensed with inserting it in this collection. But
The reciter, from his advanced age, could not recollect the by the commissioners, on the dissolution of Newminster Abbey, rizia al line thus imperfectly supplied.-RITSON.
there is an item of a Chauntery, for one priest to sing daily ad cruSee the Ballad of Lord Guns, posl.
cem lapideam. Probably many of these crosses had the like ex: Mr. Surtees observes, on this paskage that in the return made piatory' solemnities for persons slain there.
although the incidents in these three ballads are al “There's five of us will hold the horse,
O up then spak him mettled John Hall, dale, belonging of old to the Armstrongs. In the
(Frae the Laigh Teviotdale was he,). account betwixt the English and Scottish Marches,
"If it should cost my life this very night,
I'll gae to the Tolbooth door wi' thee." Jock and Geordie of Ca'field, there called Calfhill, are repeatedly marked as delinquents.-History "Be of gude cheir, now, Archie, lad ! of Westmoreland and Cumberland, vol. i. Intro Be of gude cheir, now, dear bíllie! duction, p. 33.
Work thou within, and we without, The Editor has been enabled to add several stan And the morn thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me. zas to this ballad, since publication of the first edition. They were obtained from recitation; and as O Jockie Hall stepp'd to the door, they contrast the brutal indifference of the elder And he bended low back his knee, brother with the zeal and spirit of his associates,
And he made the bolts, the door hang on, they add considerably to the dramatic effect of the Loup frae the wall right wantonlie. whole.
He took the prisoner on his back,
And down the Tolbooth stair cam he:
The black mare stood ready at the door,
I wot a foot ne'er stirred she. As I was a-walking mine alane,
They laid the links out owre her neck, It was by the dawning of the day,
And that was her gold twist to be ;T I heard twa brithers make their mane,
And they cam doun thro' Dumfries toun, And I listen'd weel to what they did say.
And wow but they cam speedilie. The youngest to the eldest said,
The live-lang night these twelve men rade, “Blythe and merrie how can we be?
And aye till they were right wearie, There were three brithren of us born,
Until they cam to the Murraywhate, And ane of us is condemned to die."
And they lighted there right speedilie. »An ye wad be merrie, an ye wad be sad, What the better wad' billy* Archie be?
A smith a smith!" then Dickie he cries,
A smith, a smith, right speedilie, Unless I had thirty men to mysell,
To file the irons frae my dear brither! And a' to ride in my cumpanie.
For forward, forward we wad be.""Ten to hald the horses' heads,
They hadna filed a shackle of iron, And other ten the watch to be,
A shackle of iron but barely thrie, And ten to break up the strong prison,
When out and spak young Simon brave, Where billy Archie he does lie.
"O dinna ye see what I do see? Then up and spak him mettled John Hall,
"Lo! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon, (The luve of Teviotdale aye was be)
Wi' a hundred men in his companie; "An I had eleven men to mysell'
This night will be our lyke-wake night, It's aye the twalt man I wad be."
The morn the day we a' maun die." Then up bespak him coarse Ça'field, (I wot and little gude worth was he,)
O there was mounting, mounting in haste,
And there was marching upon the lee; " Thirty men is few anew,
Until they cam to Annan water,
And it was flowing like the sea.
"My mare is young and very skeigh,**
And in o' the weiltt she will drown me; Until they cam to Murraywhate,
But ye'll take mine, and I'll take thine, And they lighted there right speedilie
And sune through the water we sall be.""A smith! a smith !" Dickie he cries,
Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field, "A smith, a smith, right speedilie,
(I wot and little gude worth was he). To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon!
"We had better lose ane than lose a' the lave; For it's unkensomet we wad be."
We'll lose the prisoner, we'll “There lives a smith on the water-side, Will shoe my little black mare for me;
"Shame fa' you and your lands baith!
Wad ye e'entt your lands to your born billy? And I've a crown in my pocket,
But hey! bear up, my bonnie black mare, And every groat of it I wad gie.”—
And yet thro' the water we sall be.". "The night is mirk, and it's very mirk,
Now they did swim that wan water, And by candle light I canna weel see;
And wow but they swam bonnilie! The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk,
Until they cam to the other side, And there will never a nail ca' right for me." —
And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily. “Shame fa' you and your trade baith,
"Come thro,' come thro', Lieutenant Gordon!
And it shall not cost thee ae penny.'
"Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon ; And there was marching upon the lee;
"I wot they cost me dear eneugh.",Until they cam to Dumfries port,
"The shame a ma," quo' mettled John Ha', And they lighted there right speedilie.
"They'll be gude shackles to my pleugh.' * Buy-Brother.
$ Beet-Abet, aid. • Metiled
John Hall, from the laigh Teviotdale, is perhaps 1 Mystery-Trade. See Shakspeare. John Hall of Newbigging, mentioned in the list of Border clans, 1 The Gold Twist means the small gilded chains drawn across as one of the chief men of name residing on the Middle
chest of a war-horse, as a part of his caparison. in 1597.
** Skeigh-Shy. ** Weil-Eddy. Unkensome-Unknown.
11 E'en-Even ; put into comparison.
Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon ! Weel may ye ken,
But Toppet Hob o' the Mains had guesten'd in my But now this morning am I free."
house by chance; I set him to wear the fore-door wi' the speir, while I
kept the back door wi’ the lance; ARMSTRONG'S GOODNIGHT.
But they hae run him thro' the thick o' the thie, and
broke his knee-pan, The following terses are said to have been composed And the merghil o' his shin-bane has run down on by one of the ARMSTRONGS, erecuted for the mur his spur-leather whang: der of Sir John CARMICHAEL, of Edrom, War- He's lame while he lives, and where'er he may gang. dea of the Middle Marches. (See Notes on the
Fy, lads ! shout a' a'a'a'a', Raid of the Reidsuire-ante.) The tune is
My gear's a' gane. pular in Scotland: bul whether these are the original cords will admit of a doubt.
But Peenye, my gude son, is out at the HagbutThis night is my departing night,
head, For here nae langer must I stay;
His een glittering for anger like a fiery gleed ; IT There's neither friend nor foe o' mine,
Crying-"Mak sure the nooks Bat wishes me away.
Of Maky's-muir crooks;
For the wily Scot takes by n voks, hooks, and What I have done thro' lack of wit,
crooks. I nevet, never can recall ;
Gin we meet a' together in a head tle morn, I hope ye're a' my friends as yet ;
We'll be merry men. Goodnight, and joy be with you all !+
Fy, lads! shout a'a'a'a'a',
My gear's a' gane.
There's doughty Cuddy in the Heugh-head,
Thou was aye gude at a need :
With thy brock-skin bag** at thy belt, AS ANCIENT BORDER GATHERING SONG.
Aye ready to mak a puir man help.
Thou maun awa' out to the Cauf-craigs,
(Where anes ye lost your ain twa naigs,)
Fy, lads ! shout a'a'a'a'a', and savage. It is usually chaunted in a sort of
My gear's a' ta'en. recitative, except the burden, which swells into a long and varied howl, not unlike to a view hallo'. Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirit, The words, and the very great irregularity of the Thou was aye gude at a birst : Fiatza (if it deserves the name) sutficiently
point Gude wi' a bow, and better wi' a speir, Et its intention and origin. An English woman re- | The bauldest March-man that e'er follow'd gear;
Come thou here. sding in Suport, near the foot of the Kers-hope, having been plundered in the night by a band of
Fy, lads! shout a' a' a'a'a', the Scottish moss-troopers, is supposed to convoke
My gear's a' gae. har servants and friends for the pursuit, or Hot Thad; upbraiding them, at the same time, in Rise, ye carle coopers, frae making o'kirns and tubs, boned phrase, for their negligence and securi- Your craft hasna left the value of an oak rod, bo had lost goods, with blood-hounds and horns, Last night ye hadna
slept sae sound, to raise the country to help. They also used to carry a burning wisp of straw at a spear head, and And let my gear be a' ta'en.
Fy, lads! shout a' a'a'a'a', to raise a cry, similar to the Indian war-whoop. It spears, from articles made by the Wardens of the
My gear's a' ta'en. Enzish Marches, September 12th, in 6th of Edward ah! lads, we'll fang thiem a’ in a net, VL, that all, on this cry, being raised, were obliged to follow the fray or chase, under pain of death. For I hae a' the ford 3 o' Liddel set :: ballad may be easily discovered, though particular The Black-rack and the Trout-dub of Liddel; With these explanations, the general purport of the The Dunkin and the Door-loup,
The Willie-ford, and the Water-slack, sazsazes have become inexplicable, probably through There stands John Forster, wi five men at his back, orruptons introduced by reciters. tent is collected from four copies which differed Wi' bufft coat and cap of steil;
Boo! ca' at them e'en, Jock; widely from each other.
That ford's sicker, $$ I'wat weil.
Fy, lads! shout a' a'a'a'a',
My gear's a' ta'en.
Hoo! hoo! gar raise the Reid Souter, and Ringan's Ye are baith right het and fou' ;
Wat, But my wae wakens na you.
Wi' a broad elshin|III and a wicker; Lau night I saw a sorry sight
I wat weil they'll mak a ford sicker. Nought left me o' four-and-twenty good ousen Sae, whether they be Elliots or Armstrangs, and ky,
Or rough-riding Scots, or rude Johnstones, My wedl-ridden gelding, and a white quey,
Or whether they be frae the Tarras or Ewsdale, But a toom byret and a wide,
They maun turn, and fight, or try the deeps o' And the twelve nogss on ilka side.
Fy, lads ! shout a' a'a'a'a'
My gear's a' ta'en.
ty nad sang me into tears with Johnie Armstrong's Last ** The badger-skin pouch was used for carrying ammunition. Goodnighe"-ED.)
++ A wood in Cumberland, in which Suport is situated. [M. Bachan gives what he considers a better copy of these 11 Watching fords was a ready mode of intercepting the marauTersen, in his Ancient Ballads, vol. I. p. 129. But those stanzas ders; the names of the most noted fords upon the Liddel are re aze Lardly entitled to disturb the impression of the beautiful frag- cited in this verse. ment in the text. -ED.)
$$ Sicker-Secure. : Teren byte-F.mpty powhouse. 6 Noga-Stakes. di Elshin-A shormaker's awl.
"Ah! but they will play ye anither jigg,
who, following up his advantage, burned Johnstone's For they will out at the big rig,
Castle of Loch wood, observing, with savage glee, And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap."
that he would give Lady, Johnstone light enough by But I hae another wile for that:
which" to set her hood.” In a subsequent conflict, For I hae little Will, and Stalwart Wat,
Johnstone himself was defeated, and made prisoner, And Lang Ajcky, in the Souter Moor,
and is said to have died of grief at the disgrace which Wi' his sleuth-dog sits in his watch right sure ;t he sustained.--See SpottiSWOODE and JOHNSTONE's Shou'd the dog gie a bark,
Histories, and Morse's Memoirs, ad annum 1565. He'll be out in his sark, #
By one of the revolutions, common in those days, And die or won.
Maxwell was soon after restored to the King's favour Fy, lads! shout a'a'a' a'a'
in his turn, and obtained the wardenry of the West My gear's a' ta'en.
Marches. A bond of alliance was subscribed by him,
and by Sir James Johnstone, and for some time the Ha! boys !- I see a party appearing-wha's yon ? two clans lived in harmony. In the year 1593, howMethinks it's the Captain of Bewcastle, $ and Jeph-ever, the hereditary feud was revived, on the following tha's John,
occasion : A band of marauders, of the clan JohnComing down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan;ll stone, drove a prey of cattle from the lands belonging They'll make a' sicker, come which way they will. to the Lairds of Crichton, Sanquhar, and DrumlanHa, lads! shout a' a'a'a'a',
rig; and defeated, with slaughter, the pursuers, who My gear's a' ta'en.
attempted to rescue their property:-(Şce the Lads Captain Musgrave, s and a' his band,
of Wamphray, post, p. 89.] The injured parties, beAre coming down by the Siller-strand,
ing apprehensive thai Maxwell would not cordially And the muckle toun-bell o' Carlisle is rung:
embrace their cause, on account of his late reconci
liation with the Johnstones, endeavoured to overcome My gear was a' weel won, And before it's carried o'er the Border, mony a
his reluctance, by offering to enter into bonds of
manrent, and so to become his followers and liegeman's gae down. Fy, lads! shout a' a' a'a'a',
men; he, on the other hand, granting to them a My gear's a' gane.
bond of inaintenance, or protection, by which he bound himself, in usual form, to maintain their quarrel against all mortals, saving his loyalty. Thus, the most powerful and respectable families in Dumfries
shire, became, for a time, the vassals of Lord MaxLORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT. well.' This secret alliance was discovered to Sir
James Johnstone by the Laird of Cummertrees, one of his own clan, though a retainer to Maxwell.
Cummertrees even contrived to possess himself of This beautiful ballad is published from a copy in the bonds of manrent, which he delivered to his Glenriddel's MSS., with some slight variations from chief. The petty warfare betwixt the rival barons tradition. It alludes to one of the most remarkable was instantly renewed. Buccleuch, a near relation feuds upon the West Marches.
of Johnstone, came to his assistance with his clan, A. D. 1585, John Lord Maxwell, or, as he styled the most renowned freebooters, (says a historian, ] himself, Earl of Morton, having quarrelled with the the fiercest and bravest warriors among the Border Earl of Arran, reigning favourite of James VI., and tribes.”+t With Buccleuch also came the Elliots, fallen, of course, under the displeasure of the court, Armstrongs, and Græmes. Thus re-enforced, Johnwas denounced rebel. A commission was also given stone surprised and cut to pieces a party of the Maxto the Laird of Johnstone, then Warden of the West wells, stationed at Lochmaben. On the other hand, Marches, to pursue and apprehend the ancient rival Lord Maxwell, armed with the royal authority, and and enemy of his house. Two bands of mercenaries, numbering among his followers all the barons of commanded by Captains Cranstoun and Lammie, Nithsdale, displayed his banner as the King's Lieuwho were sent from Edinburgh to support Johnstone, tenant, and invaded Annandale at the head of 2000 were attacked and cut to pieces at Crawford-muir, 'In those days, however, the royal auspices by Robert Maxwell, natural brother to thechieftain ;** seem to have carried as little good fortune as effects
NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED.
* Fergus Grame of Sowport, as one of the chief men of that clan, became security to Lord Scroone for the good behaviour of his friends and dependents, sth January, 1662.- Introduction 10 History of Westmoreland and Cumberland, p. 111.
+ The sentinels, who, by the March lawa, were planted upon the Border each night, had usually sleuth-dogs, or blood-hounds, along with them.-See NICHOLSON'S Border Laws, and LORD WHARTON'S Regulations in the 6th of Edward VI.
of the blood-hound we have said something in the notes on Hobbie Noble; but we may, in addition, refer to the following poetical description of the qualities and uses of that singular animal :
Upon the banks
" Veild in the shades of night they ford the stream ;
Soon the sagacious brute, his curling tail
According to the late Glenriddel's notes on this ballad, the office of Captain of Bewcastle was held by the chief of the Nixons.
Catlowdie is a small village in Cumberland, near the junction of the Esk and Liddel.
This was probably the famous Captain Jack Musgrave, who had charge of the watch along the Cryssop, or Kershope, as appears from the order of the watches appointed by Lord 'Wharton, when Deputy-Warden-General, in the 6th Edward Vi.
** It is devoutly to be wished, that this Lammie (who was killed in the skinnish) may have been the same miscreant, who, in the day of Queen Mary's distreer, "hes ensign being of quhyt taffitae, had painted one if ye cruell muther of King Henry, and layed down before her Majestie, al quhat time she presented herselt as prisoner to ye lordis. -BIRREL's Dlary, June, 15, 1567. It would be some satisfaction to know, that the gray hairs of this worthy personage did not go down to the grave in peace.
++" Inter accolas latrociniis famosos, Scotos Buccleuchi cli. enter-fortissimos tribuliwn ei ferocissimos. --JOHNSTONI Hir Toria, Ed, Amstel p. 162