"O were there war between the lands,
As well I wot that there is nane,
I would slight Carlisle castell high,
Though it were builded of marble stane.

"I would set that castell in a low,
And sloken it with English blood!
There's never a man in Cumberland,
Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.

"But since nae war's between the lands, And there is peace, and peace should be; I'll neither harm English lad or lass,

And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!"

He has called him forty Marchmen bauld, Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch; Wi' spur on heel, and splent on spauld, And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.

There were five and five before them a',
Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright:
And five and five came wi' Buccleuch,
Like warden's men, arrayed for fight.

And five and five, like a mason-gang,
That carried the ladders lang and hie;
And five and five, like broken men;

And so they reached the Woodhouselee.

And as we crossed the Bateable Land,

When to the English side we held,

The first o' men that we met wi',
Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde?

"Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!" "We go to hunt an English stag,

Has trespassed on the Scots countrie."

"Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?"
Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!"
"We go to catch a rank reiver,

Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch."

"Where be ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi' a' your ladders, lang and hie?" "We gang to harry a corbie's nest,

That wons not far frae Woodhouselee."

"Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?"
Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!"-
Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,
And the nevir a word of lore had he.

"Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he; The nevir a word had Dickie to say,

Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.

Then on we held for Carlisle toun,

And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossed;

The water was great and meikle of spait,
But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.

And when we reached the Staneshaw-bank,
The wind was rising loud and hie;
And there the Laird garred leave our steeds,
For fear that they should stamp and nie.

And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,
The wind began fu' loud to blaw;

But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,
When we came beneath the castle wa'.

We crept on knees, and held our breath,
Till we placed the ladders against the wa';

And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell
To mount the first before us a'.

He has ta'en the watchman by the throat,

He flung him down upon the lead

"Had there not been peace between our lands, Upon the other side thou hadst gaed!

"Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch; "Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!" Then loud the warden's trumpet blew— O wha dare meddle wi' me?

Then speedilie to wark we gaed,

And raised the slogan ane and a', And cut a hole through a sheet of lead, And so we wan to the castle ha'.

They thought King James and a' his men
Had won the house wi' bow and spear;

It was but twenty Scots and ten,
That put a thousand in sic a stear!

Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers,
We garred the bars bang merrilie,
Until we came to the inner prison,

Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.

And when we cam to the lower prison,
Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie,-
"O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
Upon the morn that thou's to die?"

“O I sleep saft, and I wake aft:

It's lang since sleeping was fleyed frae me! Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, And a' gude fellows that spier for me."

Then red Rowan has hente him up,
The starkest man in Teviotdale-

"Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,

Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.

"Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried"I'll pay you for my lodging mail,

When first we meet on the Border side."

Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,
We bore him down the ladder lang;
At every stride Red Rowan made,
I wot the Kinmont's airns played clang!

"O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,
"I've ridden horse baith wild and wood;
But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode.

"And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie,
"I've pricked a horse out owre the furs;
But since the day I backed a steed,
I never wore sic cumbrous spurs!"

We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank
When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
And a thousand men on horse and foot,
Cam wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.

Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,

Even where it flowed frae bank to brim, And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream.

He turned him on the other side,

And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he; "If ye like na my visit in merry England, In fair Scotland come visit me!"

All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,
He stood as still as rock of stane;

He scarcely dared to trust his eyes,

When through the water they had gane.

"He is either himsell a devil frae hell, Or else his mother a witch maun be; I wadna have ridden that wan water

For a' the gowd in Christentie."

Unknown

THE DOWIE HOUMS OF YARROW

LATE at een, drinkin' the wine,

And ere they paid the lawin', They set a combat them between To fight it in the dawin'.

"O stay at hame, my noble lord! O stay at hame, my marrow! My cruel brother will you betray,

On the dowie houms o' Yarrow."

"O fare ye weel, my lady gay!
O fare ye weel, my Sarah!

For I maun gae, though I ne'er return
Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow."

She kissed his cheek, she kamed his hair,
As she had done before, O;

She belted on his noble brand,
An' he's awa to Yarrow.

O he's gane up yon high, high hill—
I wat he gaed wi' sorrow-
An' in a den spied nine armed men,
I' the dowie houms o' Yarrow.

"O are ye come to drink the wine,
As
ye hae doon before, O?
Or are ye come to wield the brand,

On the dowie houms o' Yarrow?"

"I am no come to drink the wine, As I hae don before, O,

But I am come to wield the brand,

On the dowie houms o' Yarrow."