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And maids and matrons dropp'd the tear,
While ready warriors seized the spear.
From Branksome's towers, the watchman's eye
Dun wreaths of distant smoke can spy,
Which, curling in the rising sun,
Show'd southern ravage was begun.'

His spear, six Scottish ells in length,

Seem'd newly dyed with gore;
His shafts and bow, of wondrous strength,

His hardy partner bore.


Now loud the heedful gate-ward cried-

“ Prepare ye all for blows and blood ! Watt Tinlinn, from the Liddel-side,

Comes wading through the flood.3
Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock

At his lone gate, and prove the lock;
It was but last St. Barnabright
They sieged him a whole summer night,
But fled at morning; well they knew,
In vain he never twang'd the yew.
Right sharp has been the evening shower,
That drove him from his Liddel tower;
And, by my faith,” the gate-ward said,
“ I think 'twill prove a Warden-Raid.”4

Thus to the Ladyê did Tinlinn show
The tidings of the English foe :-
“ Belted Will Howard 10 is marching here,
And hot Lord Dacre,'' with many a spear,
And all the German hackbut-men,'?
Who have long lain at Askerten:
They cross'd the Liddel at curfew hour,
And burn'd my little lonely tower:
The fiend receive their souls therefor!
It had not been burnt this year and more.
Barn-yard and dwelling, blazing bright,
Served to guide me on my flight;
But I was chased the livelong night.
Black John of Akeshaw, and Fergus Græme,
Fast upon my traces came,
Until I turn’d at Priesthaugh Scrogg,
And shot their horses in the bog,
Slew Fergus with my lance outright-
I had him long at high despite :
He drove my cows last Fastern's night.

While thus he spoke, the bold yeomans
Enter'd the echoing barbican.
He led a small and shaggy nag,
That through a bog, from hag to hag,
Could bound like any Billhope stag.?
It bore his wife and children twain;
A half-clothed serf 8 was all their train;
His wife, stout, ruddy, and dark-brow'd,
Of silver brooch and bracelet proud,
Laugh’d to her friends among the crowd.
He was of stature passing tall,
But sparely form’d, and lean withal;
A batter'd morion on his brow;
A leather jack, as fence enow,
On his broad shoulders loosely hung;
A border axe behind was slung;

Now weary scouts from Liddesdale,
Fast hurrying in, confirm'd the tale;
As far as they could judge by ken,

Three hours would bring to Teviot's strand
Three thousand armed Englishmen-

Meanwhile, full many a warlike band,
From Teviot, Aill, and Ettrick shade,
Came in, their Chief's defence to aid.
There was saddling and mounting in haste,

There was pricking o'er moor and lea;
He that was last at the trysting-place

Was but lightly held of his gaye ladye.18

I See Appendix, Note 2 W. 2 See Appendix, Note 2 X. structure of their plan. It is this, amongst other circum3 « And when they cam to Branksome ha',

stances, which enables them to carry us along with them, They shouted a' baith loud and hie,

under 1 know not what species of fascination, and to make Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,

us, as it were, credulous spectators of their most extravagant Said—' Whae's this brings the fraye to me?'

scenes. In this they seem to resemble the painter, who, in It's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dod head,

the delineation of a battle, while he places the adverse heroes And a harried man I think I be,'" &c.

of the day combating in the front, takes care to fill his backBorder Minstrelsy, vol. ii. p. 8.

ground with subordinate figures, whose appearance adds at

once both spirit and an air of probability to the scene."* An inroad commanded by the Warden in person. Critical Review, 1805.

5 “The dawn displays the smoke of ravaged fields, and shep- 6 The broken ground in a bog. herds, with their flocks, flying before the storm. Tidings

7 See Appendix, Note 2 Y. brought by a tenant of the family, not used to seek a shelter

8 Bondsman. on light occasions of alarm, disclose the strength and ohject of the invaders. This man is a character of a lower and of a

9 As the Borderers were indifferent about the furniture of rougher cast than Deloraine. The portrait of the rude re

their habitations, so much exposed to be burned and pluntainer is sketched with the same masterly hand. Here, again, dered, they were proportionally anxious to display splendour Mr. Scott has trod in the footsteps of the old romancers, who

in decorating and ornamenting their females. - See LESLEY confine not themselves to the display of a few personages who

de Moribus Limitancorum. stalk orer the stage on stately stilts, but usually reflect all the

10 See Appendix, Note 2 Z. 11 See Appendix, Note 3 A. varieties of character that marked the era to which they belong. 12 Musketeers. See Appendix, Note 3 B. The interesting example of manners thus preserved to us is 13 The four last lines of stanza vii. are not in the 1st Edition not the only advantage winch results from this peculiar - Ed.

From fair St. Mary's silver wave,

From dreary Gamescleugh's dusky height, His ready lances Thirlestane brave

Array'd beneath a banner bright.
The tressured fleur-de-luce he claims,
To wreathe his shield, since royal James,
Encamp'a by Fala’s mossy wave,
The proud distinction grateful gave,

For faith ’mid feudal jars ;
What time, save Thirlestane alone,
Of Scotland's stubborn barons none

Would march to southern wars;
And hence, in fair remembrance worn,
Yon sheaf of spears his crest has borne;
Hence his high motto shines reveald-

Ready, aye ready,” for the field.

The Earl was gentle, and mild of mood,
The vassals were warlike, and fierce, and rude;
High of heart, and haughty of word,
Little they reck d of a tame liege lord.
The Earl into fair Eskdale came,
Homage and seignory to claim :
Of Gilbert the Galliard a heriot 6 he sought,
Saying, “Give thy best steed, as a vassal ought."
-“ Dear to me is my bonny white steed,
Oft has he help'd me at pinch of need;
Lord and Earl though thou be, I trow,
I can rein Bucksfoot better than thou.”--
Word op word gave fuel to fire,
Till so highly blazed the Beattison's ire,
But that the Earl the flight had ta’en,
The vassals there their lord had slain.
Sore he plied both whip and spur,
As he urged his steed through Eskdale muir;
And it fell down a weary weight,
Just on the threshold of Branksome gate.

An aged Knight, to danger steeld,

With many a moss-trooper, came on ;
And azure in a golden field,
The stars and crescent graced his shield,

Without the bend of Murdieston.2
Wide lay his lands round Oakwood tower,
And wide round haunted Castle-Dwer;
High over Borthwick's mountain flood,
His wood-embosom'd

sion stood;
In the dark glen, so deep below,
The herds of plunder'd England low;
His bold retainers' daily food,
And bought with danger, blows, and blood.
Marauding chief ! his sole delight
The moonlight raid, the morning fight;
Not even the Flower of Yarrow's charms,
In youth, might tame his rage for arms;
And still, in age, he spurn’d at rest,
And still his brows the helmet pressid,
Albeit the blanched locks below
Were white as Dinlay's spotless snow;
Five stately warriors drew the sword

Before their father's band;
A braver knight than Harden's lord

Ne'er belted on a brand. 3

XI. The Earl was a wrathful man to see, Full fain avenged would he be. In haste to Branksome's Lord he spoke, Saying—“Take these traitors to thy yoke; For a cast of hawks, and a purse of gold, All Eskdale I'll sell thee, to have and hold: Beshrew thy heart, of the Beattisons' clan If thou leavest on Eske a landed man; But spare Woodkerrick's lands alone, For he lent me his horse to escape upon." A glad man then was Branksome bold, Down he fung him the purse of gold; To Eskdale soon he spurr'd amain, And with him five hundred riders has ta'en. He left his merrymen in the mist of the hill, And bade them hold them close and still; And alone he wended to the plain, To meet with the Galliard and all his train. To Gilbert the Galliard thus he said: “ Know thou me for thy liege-lord and head Deal not with me as with Morton tame, For Scotts play best at the roughest game. Give me in peace my heriot due, Thy bonny white steed, or thou shalt rue. If my horn I three times wind, Eskdale shall long have the sound in mind."

Scotts of Eskdale, a stalwart band,

Came trooping down the Todshawhill; By the sword they won their land,

And by the sword they hold it still. Hearken, Ladye, to the tale, How thy sires won fair Eskdale. Earl Morton was lord of that valley fair, The Beattisons were his vassals there.

XII. Loudly the Beattison laugh'd in scorn; “ Little care we for thy winded horn. Ne'er shall it be the Galliard's lot, To yield his steed to a haughty Scott.

1 See Appendix, Note 3 C. 3 Sec Appendix, Note 3 D. a See, besides the note on this stanza, one in the Border Minstrelsy, vol. ii. p. 10, respecting Wat of Harden, the Author's ancestor.

A satirical piece, entitled “The Town Eclogue," which made such noise in Edinburgh shortly after the appearance of the Minstrelsy, has these lines :

“A modern anthor spends a hundred leaves,

To prove his ancestors notorious thieves. '-ED. 4 Stanzas x. xi. xii. were not in the first Edition > See Appendix, Note 3 E.

6 The feudal superior, in certain cases, was entitled to the best horse of the Farsal, in name of Heriot, or Herezeld.

Wend thou to Branksome back on foot,

Then wrathful was the noble dame; With rusty spur and miry boot.”

She blush'd blood-red for very shame :He blew his bugle so loud and hoarse,

“ Hence! ere the clan his faintness view; That the dun deer started at fair Craikcross; Hence with the weakling to Buccleuch!-He blew again so loud and clear,

Watt Tinlinn, thou shalt be his guide Through the grey mountain-mist there did lances To Rangleburn's lonely side. appear;

Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line, And the third blast rang with such a din,

That coward should e'er be son of mine!"That the echoes answer'd from Pentoun-linn, And all his riders came lightly in.

Then had you seen a gallant shock,

A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had,
When saddles were emptied, and lances broke! To guide the counterfeited lad.
For each scornful word the Galliard had said, Soon as the palfrey felt the weight
A Beattison on the field was laid.

Of that ill-omen'd elfish freight,
His own good sword the chieftain drew,

He bolted, sprung, and rear'd amain, And he bore the Galliard through and through; Nor heeded bit, nor curb, nor rein. Where the Beattisons' blood mix'd with the rill, It cost Watt Tinlinn mickle toil The Galliard's-Haugh men call it still.

To drive him but a Scottish mile; The Scotts have scatter'd the Beattison clan,

But as a shallow brook they cross d, In Eskdale they left but one landed man.

The elf, amid the running stream, The valley of Eske, from the mouth to the His figure changed, like form in dream, source,

And fled, and shouted, “ Lost ! lost! lost!” Was lost and won for that bonny white horse. Full fast the urchin ran and laughd,

But faster still a cloth-yard shaft

Whistled from startled Tinlinn's yew,
Whitslade the Hawk, and Headshaw came,

And pierced his shoulder through and through. And warriors more than I may name;

Although the imp might not be slain, From Yarrow-cleugh to Hindhaugh-swair,'

And though the wound soon heal d again, From Woodhouselie to Chester-glen.

Yet, as he ran, he yell’d for pain;
Troop'd man and horse, and bow and spear; And Wat of Tinlinn, much aghast,
Their gathering word was Bellenden.

Rode back to Branksome fiery fast.
And better hearts o'er Border sod
To siege or rescue never rode.

The Ladye mark'd the aids come in,

Soon on the hill's steep verge he stood, And high her heart of pride arose:

That looks o'er Branksome's towers and wood; She bade her youthful son attend,

And martial murmurs, from below,
That he might know his father's friend,

Proclaim'd the approaching southern foe.
And learn to face his foes.

Through the dark wood, in mingled tone, “ The boy is ripe to look on war;

Were Border pipes and bugles blown; I saw him draw a cross-bow stiff,

The coursers' neighing he could ken, And his true arrow struck afar

A measured tread of marching men; The raven's nest upon the cliff;

While broke at times the solemn hum, The red cross, on a southern breast,

The Almayn's sullen kettle-drum; Is broader than the raven's nest:

And banners tall, of crimson sheen, Thou, Whitslade, shalt teach him his weapon to Above the copse appear; wield,

And, glistening through the hawthorns green, And o'er him hold his father's shield.”

Shine helm, and shield, and spear.

Well may you think, the wily page
Cared not to face the Ladye sage.
He counterfeited childish fear,
And shriek’d, and shed full many a tear,
And moan'd and plain'd in manner wild.

The attendants to the Ladye told,
Some fairy, sure, had changed the child,

That wont to be so free and bold.

Light forayers, first, to view the ground,
Spurr’d their fleet coursers loosely round;
Behind, in close array, and fast,

The Kendal archers, all in green,
Obedient to the bugle blast,

Advancing from the wood were seen,
To back and guard the archer band,
Lord Dacre's bill-men were at hand:

1 This and the three following lines are not in the first edition. -ED.

See Appendix, Note 3 F.

A hardy race, on Irthing bred,

Where upon tower and turret head, With kirtles white, and crosses red,

The seething pitch and molten lead Array'd beneath the banner tall,

Reek’d, like a witch's caldron red. That stream'd o'er Acre's conquer'd wall;

While yet they gaze, the bridges fall, And minstrels, as they march'd in order,

The wicket opes, and from the wall
Play'd, “ Noble Lord Dacre, he dwells on the Rides forth the hoary Seneschal.


Armed he rode, all save the head,
Behind the English bill and bow,

His white beard o'er his breast-plate spread; The mercenaries, firm and slow,

Unbroke by age, erect his seat, Moved on to fight, in dark array,

He ruled his eager courser's gait; By Conrad led of Wolfenstein,

Forced him, with chasten'd fire, to prance, Who brought the band from distant Rhine,

And, high curvetting, slow advance : And sold their blood for foreign pay.

In sign of truce, his better hand The camp their home, their law the sword,

Display'd a peeled willow wand; They knew no country, own'd no lord :1

His squire, attending in the rear, They were not arm'd like England's sons,

Bore high a gauntlet on a spear.5 But bore the levin-darting guns ;

When they espied him riding out, Buff coats, all frounced and 'broider'd o'er,

Lord Howard and Lord Dacre stout And morsing-horns and scarfs they wore;

Sped to the front of their array,
Each better knee was bared, to aid

To hear what this old knight should say.
The warriors in the escalade;
All, as they march’d, in rugged tongue,

Songs of Teutonic feuds they sung.

“ Ye English warden lords, of you

Demands the Ladye of Buccleuch,

Why, 'gainst the truce of Border tide,
But louder still the clamour grew,

In hostile guise ye dare to ride, And louder still the minstrels blew,

With Kendal bow, and Gilsland brand, When, from beneath the greenwood tree,

And all yon mercenary band, Rode forth Lord Howard's chivalry;

Upon the bounds of fair Scotland ? His men-at-arms, with glaive and spear,

My Ladye reads you swith return; Brought up the battle’s glittering rear,

And, if but one poor straw you burn, There many a youthful knight, full keen

Or do our towers so much molest, To gain his spurs, in arms was seen;

As scare one swallow from her nest, With favour in his crest, or glove,

St. Mary! but we'll light a brand
Memorial of his ladye-love.

Shall warm your hearths in Cumberland."-
So rode they forth in fair array,
Till full their lengthen'd lines display;

Then call'd a halt, and made a stand,

A wrathful man was Dacre's lord, And cried, “ St. George, for merry Eng

But calmer Howard took the word : land!”3

“ May't please thy Dame, Sir Seneschal,

To seek the castle's outward wall,

Our pursuivant-at-arms shall show
Now every English eye, intent

Both why we came, and when we go.”On Branksome's armed towers was bent;

The message sped, the noble Dame So near they were, that they might know

To the wall's outward circle came; The straining harsh of each cross-bow;

Each chief around lean’d on his spear, On battlement and bartizan

To see the pursuivant appear. Gleam'd axe, and spear, and partisan;

All in Lord Howard's livery dress’d, Falcon and culver, on each tower,

The lion argent deck'd his breast; Stood prompt their deadly hail to shower;

He led a boy of blooming hue And flashing armour frequent broke

O sight to meet a mother's view! From eddying whirls of sable smoke,

It was the heir of great Buccleuch.

See Appendix, Note 3 G.

* Ancient pieces of artillery. 2 Powder-flasks.

6 A glove upon a lance was the emblem of faith among the 8" The stanzas, describing the march of the English forces, ancient Borderers, who were wont, when any one broke his and the investiture of the Castle of Branxholm, display a word, to expose this emblem, and proclaim him a faithless great knowledge of ancient costume, as well as a most pictu- vilain at the first Border meeting. This ceremony was much resque and lively picture of feudal warfare." --Crilical Revicu. dreaded. See LESLEY.

Obeisance meet the herald made,

For the young heir of Branksome's ling, And thus his master's will he said:

God be his aid, and God be mine;

Through me no friend shall meet his doom; XXIV.

Here, while I live, no foe finds room. “ It irks, high Dame, my noble Lords,

Then, if thy Lords their purpose urge, 'Gainst ladye fair to draw their swords;

Take our defiance loud and high; But yet they may not tamely see,

Our slogan is their lyke-wake dirge, All through the Western Wardenry,

Our moat, the grave where they shall lie." Your law-contemning kinsmen ride, And burn and spoil the Border-side;

XXVII. And ill beseems your rank and birth

Proud she look'd round, applause to claimTo make your towers a flemens-firth.'

Then lighten'd Thirlestane's eye of flame; We claim from thee William of Deloraine,

His bugle Wat of Harden blew; That he may suffer march-treason* pain.

Pensils and pennons wide were flung, It was but last St. Cuthbert's even

To heaven the Border slogan rung, He prick'd to Stapleton on Leven,

“St. Mary for the young Buccleuch ?” Harried the lands of Richard Musgrave,

The English war-cry answer'd wide, And slew his brother by dint of glaive.

And forward bent each southern spear; Then, since a lone and widow'd Dame

Each Kendal archer made a stride, These restless riders may not tame,

And drew the bowstring to his ear; Either receive within thy towers

Each minstrel's war-note loud was blown ; Two hundred of my master's powers,

But, ere a gray-goose shaft had flown,
Or straight they sound their warrison,

A horseman gallop'd from the rear.
And storm and spoil thy garrison :
And this fair boy, to London led,

Shall good King Edward's page be bred.”

“ Ab! noble Lords !” he breathless said,

“ What treason has your march betray'd! XXV.

What make you here, from aid so far, He ceased and loud the boy did cry,

Before you walls, around you war! And stretch'd his little arms on high;

Your foemen triumph in the thought, Implored for aid each well-known face,

That in the toils the lion's caught. And strove to seek the Dame's embrace.

Already on dark Ruberslaw A moment changed that Ladye's cheer,

The Douglas holds his weapon-schaw;10 Gush'd to her eye the unbidden tear;

The lances, waving in his train, She gazed upon the leaders round,

Clothe the dun heath like autumn grain; And dark and sad each warrior frown'd;

And on the Liddel's northern strand, Then, deep within her sobbing breast

To bar retreat to Cumberland, She lock'd the struggling sigh to rest;

Lord Maxwell ranks his merry-men good, Unalter'd and collected stood,

Beneath the eagle and the rood; And thus replied, in dauntless mood :

And Jedwood, Eske, and Teviotdale,

Have to proud Angus come;

And all the Merse and Lauderdale “Say to your Lords of high emprize,

Have risen with haughty Home. Who war on women and on boys,

An exile from Northumberland, That either William of Deloraine

In Liddesdale I've wander'd long; Will cleanse him, by oath, of march-treason stain, But still my heart was with merry England, Or else he will the combat take

And cannot brook my country's wrong; 'Gainst Musgrave, for his honour's sake.

And hard I've spurr'd all night, to show
No knight in Cumberland so good,

The mustering of the coming foe.”
But William may count with him kin and blood.
Knighthood he took of Douglas' sword,

When English blood swelld Ancram's ford;8 “ And let them come !" fierce Dacre crieu ;
And but Lord Dacre's steed was wight,

“ For soon yon crest, my father's pride, And bare him ably in the flight,

That swept the shores of Judah's sea, Himself had seen him dubb’d a knight.

And waved in gales of Galilee,

6 Orig.

l'An asylum for outlaws.
9 Sec Appendix, Note 2 H.
3 Plundered.
* Note of assault.

“ Say to thy Lords of high emprize." 6 See Appendix, Note 31. 7 Ibid. Note 3 b. 8 lbid. Note 3 L, 9 Luke-woke. the watching a corpse previous to interprent. 10 Weapon-schau, the military array of a county.

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