Weardale. Rookhope-head is the top of the vale. The ballad derives some additional interest, from the date of the event being so precisely ascertained to be the 6th December, 1572, when the Tynedale robbers, taking advantage of the public confusion occasioned by the rebellion of Westmoreland and Northumberland, and which particularly affected the bishopric of Durham, determined to make this foray into Weardale. The late eminent antiquary, Joseph Ritson, took down this ballad from the mouth of the reciter, and printed it as part of an intended collection of Border Ballads, which was never published. His nephew, Mr. Frank, was so good as to favour me with the copy from which it is here given. To the illustrations of Mr. Ritson, I have been enabled to add those of my friend Mr. Surtees, of Mainsforth. ROOKHOPE RYDE. ROOKHOPE stands in a pleasant place, And so is the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver,t That is minded to do mischief, And at their stealing stands not out. But yet we will not slander them all, It is a sore consumed tree That on it bears not one fresh bough. Lord God is not this a pitiful case, That men dare not drive their goods to the fell, But limmer thieves drives them away, That fears neither heaven nor hell? Lord, send us peace into the realm, That every man may live on his own! I trust to God, if it be his will, That Weardale men may never be overthrown. For great troubles they've had in hand, Was with the men of Thirlwall and Willie-haver. They gather'd together so royally, The stoutest men and the best in gear; And he that rade not on a horse, I wat he rade on a weel-fed mear. So in the morning, before they came out, *Thirlwall, or Thirlitwall, is said by Fordun, the Scottish historian, to be a name given to the Picts' or Roman wall, from its having been thirled, or perforated, in ancient times, by the Scots and Picts. Wyntown also, who most probably copied Fordun, calls it Thirlwall. Thirlwall castle, though in a very ruinous condition, is still standing by the site of this famous wall, upon the river Tippal. It gave name to the ancient family, De Thirlwall. (Sir John Thirlwall, of this family, is mentioned in Sir Walter Scott's last novel as English Governor of Douglas Castle in the time of Robert Bruce.- ED.] Willie-haver, or Willeva, is a small district or township in the parish of Lanercost, near Bewcastledale, in Cumberland, mentioned in the preceding ballad of Hobbie Noble : "Warn Willeva, and Spear Edom, And see the morn they meet them a"." This would be about eleven o'clock, the usual dinner-hour in that period. The two earls were Thomas Percy, Earl of Northumberland, and Charles Nevil, Earl of Westmoreland, who, on the 15th of November, 1569, at the head of their tenantry and others, took arms for the purpose of liberating Mary, Queen of Scots, and restoring the old religion. They besieged Barnard castle, which was, for eleven days, stoutly defended by Sir George Bowes, who, afterward, being appointed the Queen's marshal, hanged the poor constables and peasantry by dozens in a day, to the amount of 800. The Earl of Northumberland, betrayed by the Scots, with whom he had taken refuge, was beheaded at York, on the 22d of August, 1572; and the Earl of Westmoreland, deprived of the ancient and noble patrimony of the Nevils, and reduced to beg gary, escaped over sea, into Fianders, and died in misery and disgrace, being the last of his family. See two ballads on the subject, in Percy's Collection, (i. 271, 281,) and consider whether they be gonuine.-RITSON. When they had eaten aye and done, "For Weardale-men have a journey ta'en, "There we shall get gear enough, For there is nane but women at hame; The sorrowful fend that they can make, Is loudly cries as they were slain." Then in at Rookhope-head they came, And there they thought tul a' had their prey, But they were spy'd coming over the Dry-rig. Soon upon Saint Nicholas' day.¶ Then in at Rookhope-head they came, And horses I trow they gat, But either ane or twa, And they gat them all but ane That belang'd to great Rowley. That Rowley was the first man that did them spy So weel she wist her husband wanted gear; **Now a straggling village so called; originally, it would seem, the gate-house, or ranger's lodge, at the east entrance of Stanhope-park. At some distance from this place is West-gate, so called for a similar reason.-RITSON. The mention of the bailiff's house at the East-gate is (were such a proof wanting) strongly indicative of the authenticity of the ballad. The family of Emerson of East-gath, a fief, if I may so call it, held under the bishop, long exercised the office of bailiff of Wolsingham, the chief town and borough of Weardale, and of Forster, &c., under successive prelates; and the present bishop's gamekeeper and ranger within Weardale, may be said to claim his office by maternal descent, being Emerson Muschamp, (another ancient name,) and, though somewhat shorn of his beams, the lineal heir of the old bailiffs of Weardale. "Rob. Emerson Parcarius de Stanhopp. 13 Aug. 7 Rob. Nevill Epi.-Cuthb. Emerson de Eastgat sub Forestar. Parci de Stanhopp. 1 Wolsey.-Lease of the East-gate to Mr. George Emerson for 30 years, 107. p. ann. 4 Ed. C. Bp. Tunstall.-Rob. Emerson de Eastgat, sede vacante p. depriv. Tunstall parcar. Dne Regine.-Geo. et Ric. Emerson Baliivi de Wolsingham. 12 Sept. 1616, sicut Geo. Rolli vel. Rollands Emerson olim tenuere."-SURTEES. II A place in the neighbourhood of East-gate, known at present, as well as the Dry-ng, or Smale-burns; being the property of Mr. Robert Richardson, by inheritance, since before 1583.-RIT SON. $$ A jacket, or short coat, plated or institched with small pieces of iron, and usually worn by the peasantry of the Border in their journeys from place to place, as well as in their occasional skitmishes with the moss-troopers, who were most probably equipped with the same sort of harness.-RITSON. But yet the bailiff shrinked nought, But when the bailiff was gathered, And all his company, They were numbered to never a man The thieves was numbered a hundred men, I wat they were not of the worst; That could be choosed out of Thirlwall and Willie-haver, "I trow they were the very first."* But all that was in Rookhope-head, And all that was i' Nuketon-cleugh, And for the space of long seven years As sore they mighten a' had their lives, But there was never one of them That ever thought to have seen their wives, About the time the fray began, And was sore wounded in that stour. Also before that hour was done, Four of the thieves were slain, Bore them company in their pain. Because he fought unto the right. But thus they say'd, "We'll not depart While we have one :-Speed back again!' I trust to God, no more they shall, For God will punish all those With a great heavy pestilence. Thir limmer thieves, they have good hearts, Three banners against Weardale-men they bare, He oft-tymes falls into the dyke. And now I do entreat you all, As many as are present here, To pray for the singer of this song, For he sings to make blythe your cheer. BARTHRAM'S DIRGE. THE following beautiful fragment was taken down by Mr. Surtees, from the recitation of Anne Douglas, an old woman who weeded in his garden. It is imperfect, and the words within brackets were inserted by my correspondent, to supply such stanzas as the chantress's memory left defective. The hero of the ditty, if the reciter be correct, was shot to death by nine brothers, whose sister he had seduced, but was afterwards buried, at her request, near their usual laid, not in holy ground, but beside the burn. The place of meeting; which may account for his being name of Barthram, or Bertram, would argue a Nortnumbrian origin, and there is, or was, a Headless Cross, among many so named, near Elsdon in Northumberland. But the mention of the Nine-Stane Burn, and Nine-Stane Rig, seems to refer to those places in the vicinity of Hermitage Castle, which is countenanced by the mentioning our Lady's Chapel. Perhaps the hero may have been an Englishman, and the lady a native of Scotland, which renders the catastrophe even more probable. The style of the ballad is rather Scottish than Northumbrian. They certainly did bury in former days near the Nine-Stane Burn; for the Editor remembers finding a small monumental cross, with initials, lying among the heather. It was so small, that, with the assistance of another gentleman, he easily placed it upright. BARTHRAM'S DIRGE. THEY shot him dead at the Nine-Stone Rig, And they left him lying in his blood, They made a bier of the broken bough, A lady came to that lonely bower, She bathed him in the Lady-Well, His wounds so deep and sair, They rowed him in a lily-sheet, And bare him to his earth, [And the Gray Friars sung the dead man's mass, As they pass'd the Chapel Garth.] They buried him at [the mirk] midnight, [When the dew fell cold and still, 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,] A Gray Friar staid upon the grave, ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD. It may perhaps be thought, that, from the near resemblance which this ballad bears to Kinmont Willie, and Jock o' the Side, the Editor might have 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, original line thus imperfectly supplied.-RITSON. * See the Ballad of Lord Soulis, post. there is an item of a Chauntery, for one priest to sing daily ad crucem lapideam. Probably many of these crosses had the like ex : Mr. Surtees observes, on this passage that in the return made piatory solemnities for persons slain there. although the incidents in these three ballads are alrnost the same, yet there is considerable variety in the language; and each contains minute particulars, highly characteristic of Border manners, which it is the object of this publication to illustrate. Ca'field, or Calfield, is a place in Wauchopdale, belonging of old to the Armstrongs. In the account betwixt the English and Scottish Marches, Jock and Geordie of Ca'field, there called Calfhill, are repeatedly marked as delinquents.-History of Westmoreland and Cumberland, vol. i. Introduction, p. 33. The Editor has been enabled to add several stanzas to this ballad, since publication of the first edition. They were obtained from recitation; and as they contrast the brutal indifference of the elder brother with the zeal and spirit of his associates, they add considerably to the dramatic effect of the whole. ARCHIE OF CA'FIELD. As I was a-walking mine alane, It was by the dawning of the day, I heard twa brithers make their mane, And I listen'd weel to what they did say. The youngest to the eldest said, Blythe and merrie how can we be? There were three brithren of us born, And ane of us is condemned to die." "An ye wad be merrie, an ye wad be sad, What the better wad billy* Archie be? Unless I had thirty men to mysell, And a' to ride in my cumpanie. "Ten to hald the horses' heads, And other ten the watch to be, Then up and spak him mettled John Hall,t · (The luve of Teviotdale aye was he,) An I had eleven men to my sell' It's aye the twalt man I wad be.”— Then up bespak him coarse Ca'field, (I wot and little gude worth was he,) And a' to ride in our companie." And they lighted there right speedilie "A smith! a smith!" Dickie he cries, "A smith, a smith, right speedilie, To turn back the caukers of our horses' shoon! And every groat of it I wad gie." "The night is mirk, and it's very mirk, And by candle light I canna weel see; The night is mirk, and it's very pit mirk, And there will never a nail ca' right for me.""Shame fa' you and your trade baith, Canna beets a good fellow by your mystery,|| But leeze me on thee, my little black mare, Thou's worth thy weight in gold to me.' There was horsing, horsing in haste, And there was marching upon the lee; Until they cam to Dumfries port, And they lighted there right speedilie. "There's five of us will hold the horse, Will gae to the Tolbooth door wi' me ?" O up then spak him mettled John Hall, Be of gude cheir, now, dear billie! And the morn thou'se dine at Ca'field wi' me." And he bended low back his knee, 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. They laid the links out owre her neck, And that was her gold twist to be;T The live-lang night these twelve men rade, "A smith! a smith!" then Dickie he cries, A shackle of iron but barely thrie, When out and spak young Simon brave, "O dinna ye see what I do see? "Lo! yonder comes Lieutenant Gordon, O there was mounting, mounting in haste, And it was flowing like the sea. "My mare is young and very skeigh,** Then up and spak him, coarse Ca'field, (I wot and little gude worth was he,) "Shame fa' you and your lands baith! Until they cam to the other side, And they wrang their cloathes right drunkily. "Throw me my irons," quo' Lieutenant Gordon "The shame a ma," The Gold Twist means the small gilded chains drawn across the chest of a war-horse, as a part of his caparison. ** Skeigh-Shy. * Weil-Eddy. 11 E'en-Even; put into comparison. Come thro', come thro', Lieutenant Gordon ! Come thro' and drink some wine wi' me! Yestreen I was your prisoner But now this morning am I free." ARMSTRONG'S GOODNIGHT.* The following verses are said to have been composed by one of the ARMSTRONGS, executed for the murder of Sir JOHN CARMICHAEL, of Edrom, Warden of the Middle Marches. (See Notes on the Raid of the Reidswire-ante.) The tune is popular in Scotland: but whether these are the original words will admit of a doubt. THIS night is my departing night, For here nae langer must I stay; What I have done thro' lack of wit, THE FRAY OF SUPORT. AN ANCIENT BORDER GATHERING SONG. FROM TRADITION. Weel may ye ken, Last night I was right scarce o' men: 87 But Toppet Hob o' the Mains had guesten'd in my house by chance; I set him to wear the fore-door wi' the speir, while I kept the back door wi' the lance; But they hae run him thro' the thick o' the thie, and And the mergh o' his shin-bane has run down on But Peenye, my gude son, is out at the Hagbut- His een glittering for anger like a fiery gleed ;T Of Maky's-muir crooks; For the wily Scot takes by nokз, hooks, and crooks. Gin we meet a' together in a head the morn, We'll be merry men.' Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', There's doughty Cuddy in the Heugh-head, Fy, lads! shout a' a'a' a' a', Doughty Dan o' the Houlet Hirst, Or all the Border ditties which have fallen into the Editor's hands, this is by far the most uncouth and savage. It is usually chaunted in a sort of wild recitative, except the burden, which swells into a long and varied howl, not unlike to a view hallo'. The words, and the very great irregularity of the stanza (if it deserves the name) sufficiently point out its intention and origin. An English woman reading in Suport, near the foot of the Kers-hope, having been plundered in the night by a band of the Scottish moss-troopers, is supposed to convoke her servants and friends for the pursuit, or Hot Rise, ye carle coopers, frae making o' kirns and tubs, Trod; upbraiding them, at the same time, in In the Nicol forest woods. homely phrase, for their negligence and securi-Your craft hasna left the value of an oak rod, ty. The Hot Trod was followed by the persons But if you had ony fear o' God, who 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 to raise a cry, similar to the Indian war-whoop. It appears, from articles made by the Wardens of the English Marches, September 12th, in 6th of Edward VI., that all, on this cry being raised, were obliged to follow the fray or chase, under pain of death. With these explanations, the general purport of the ballad may be easily discovered, though particular passages have become inexplicable, probably through corruptions introduced by reciters. The present text is collected from four copies which differed widely from each other. THE FRAY OF SUPORT. Last night I saw a sorry sight Nought left me o' four-and-twenty good ousen and ky, My weel-ridden gelding, and a white quey, And the twelve nogs§ on ilka side. Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a' • [“The music of the most accomplished singer," says Gold: smith, in his Essays, is dissonance, to what I felt when an old dairy-maid sang me into tears with Johnie Armstrong's Last Goodnight."-ED.] [Mr. Buchan gives what he considers a better copy of these verses, in his Ancient Ballads, vol. ii. p. 129. But those stanzas are hardly entitled to disturb the impression of the beautiful frag ment in the text.-ED.] : Toom byre-Empty cowhouse. Nogs-Stakes. And let my gear be a' ta'en Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', Ah! lads, we'll fang them a' in a net, Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', who, following up his advantage, burned Johnstone's Castle of Lochwood, observing, with savage glee, that he would give Lady Johnstone light enough by which "to set her hood." In a subsequent conflict, Johnstone himself was defeated, and made prisoner, and is said to have died of grief at the disgrace which he sustained.-See SPOTTISWOODE and JOHNSTONE'S Histories, and Moyse's Memoirs, ad annum 1585. Ha! boys!-I see a party appearing-wha's yon? Methinks it's the Captain of Bewcastle,§ and Jeph-ever, the hereditary feud was revived, on the following tha's John, Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan; Captain Musgrave, T and a' his band, And before it's carried o'er the Border, mony a man's gae down. Fy, lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT. NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED. THIS beautiful ballad is published from a copy in Glenriddel's MSS., with some slight variations from tradition. It alludes to one of the most remarkable feuds upon the West Marches. A. D. 1585, John Lord Maxwell, or, as he styled himself, Earl of Morton, having quarrelled with the Earl of Arran, reigning favourite of James VI., and fallen, of course, under the displeasure of the court, was denounced rebel. A commission was also given to the Laird of Johnstone, then Warden of the West Marches, to pursue and apprehend the ancient rival and enemy of his house. Two bands of mercenaries, commanded by Captains Cranstoun and Lammie, who were sent from Edinburgh to support Johnstone, were attacked and cut to pieces at Crawford-muir, by Robert Maxwell, natural brother to the chieftain ;** * Fergus Grame of Sowport, as one of the chief men of that elan, became security to Lord Scroope for the good behaviour of his friends and dependents, 8th January 1662.-Introduction to History of Westmoreland and Cumberland, p. 111. The sentinels, who, by the March laws, 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 Of Tweed, slow winding thro' the vale, the seat The sweets of peace, or Anna's dread commands To lasting leagues the haughty rivals awed, There dwelt a pilfering race; well train'd and skill'd In all the mysteries of theft, the spoil Their only substance, feuds and war their sport. Not more expert in every fraudful art In vain the shelter of the covering rock, In vain the sooty cloud and ruddy flames, His faithful hounds he leads; then, with a voice By one of the revolutions, common in those days, Maxwell was soon after restored to the King's favour in his turn, and obtained the wardenry of the West Marches. A bond of alliance was subscribed by him, and by Sir James Johnstone, and for some time the two clans lived in harmony. In the year 1593, howoccasion: A band of marauders, of the clan Johnstone, drove a prey of cattle from the lands belonging to the Lairds of Crichton, Sanquhar, and Drumlanrig; and defeated, with slaughter, the pursuers, who attempted to rescue their property.-[See the Lads of Wamphray, post, p. 89.] The injured parties, being apprehensive that Maxwell would not cordially embrace their cause, on account of his late reconcíliation with the Johnstones, endeavoured to overcome his reluctance, by offering to enter into bonds of manrent, and so to become his followers and liegemen; he, on the other hand, granting to them a bond of maintenance, 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 Dumfriesshire, became, for a time, the vassals of Lord Maxwell. 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 the bonds of manrent, which he delivered to his chief. The petty warfare betwixt the rival barons was instantly renewed. Buccleuch, a near relation of Johnstone, came to his assistance with his clan, "the most renowned freebooters, [says a historian,] the fiercest and bravest warriors among the Border tribes."++ With Buccleuch also came the Elliots, Armstrongs, and Græmes. Thus re-enforced, Johnstone surprised and cut to pieces a party of the Maxwells, stationed at Lochmaben. On the other hand, Lord Maxwell, armed with the royal authority, and numbering among his followers all the barons of Nithsdale, displayed his banner as the King's Lieutenant, and invaded Annandale at the head of 2000 men. In those days, however, the royal auspices seem to have carried as little good fortune as effect Soon the sagacious brute, his curling tail Arrived, and seizing by his guilty throat So exquisitely delicate his sense!" ! Sark-Shirt. SOMERVILLE'S Chase. 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, ás apSpears 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 skirmish) may have been the same miscreant, who, in the day of Queen Mary's distress, "hes ensign being of quhyt taffitae, had painted one it ye cruell murther of King Henry, and layed down before her Majestie, at quhat time she presented herself as prisoner to ye lordis."-BIRREL's Diary, 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 clientes-fortissimos tribulíum et ferocissimos.-JOHNSTONI Historia, Ed. Amstæl. p. 189. |