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ancient Armstrongs auld baith ballad barons battle betwixt Border brother Buccleuch called Carlisle castle Cessford chief chieftain clan Cumberland Dickie Douglas Earl of Angus East Marches Edinburgh editor Elliot England English Ettricke Foreste frae gane gude hand Hobbie Noble horse Jedburgh Johnie Johnie Armstrong Johnstone Kerr King King's Kinmont Willie lads Laird Laird's Jock lands Langholm Liddesdale Lindsay Lord Maxwell Lord of Liddesdale Lord Scroope Maitland manrent mony moss-troopers Murray ne'er never nevir night Northumberland Otterbourne Outlaw OUTLAW MURRAY ower prisoner regent sail sall Scot Scotland Scott Scottish Scottish Borders Sir James Sir John Sir Patrick Spens Sir Robert Sir Robert Kerr slain song spears sword ta'en thai thair thee ther thou town tyme warden weel William
Page 12 - O lang, lang, may the ladyes sit, Wi' their fans into their hand, Before they see Sir Patrick Spens Come sailing to the strand ! And lang, lang, may the maidens sit, Wi' their goud kaims in their hair, A' waiting for their ain dear loves ! For them they'll see na mair.
Page 68 - But gae ye up to Otterbourne, And wait there dayis three; And, if I come not ere three dayis end, A fause knight ca
Page 71 - O bury me by the braken bush, Beneath the blooming brier, Let never living mortal ken That ere a kindly Scot lies here.
Page lxii - I OFT have heard of Lydford law, How in the morn they hang and draw, And sit in judgment after : At first I wondered at it much ; But since I find the reason such, As it deserves no laughter.
Page 207 - 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 aims played clang. 'O mony a time,
Page 10 - Now, ever alake, my master dear, I fear a deadly storm. " I saw the new moon, late yestreen, Wi' the auld moon in her arm ; And if we gang to sea, master, I fear we'll come to harm.
Page 205 - Where be ye gaun, ye broken men ?' Quo' fause Sakelde ; ' come tell to me !' Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the never a word o' lear had he. ' Why trespass ye on the English side ? Row-footed outlaws, stand!' quo' he; The never a word had Dickie to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.
Page 67 - When down before the Scottish spear She saw proud Percy fa. ' Had we twa been upon the green, And never an eye to see, I wad hae had you, flesh and fell; But your sword sail gae wi me.