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Page 65 - OI 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.
Page 15 - The first flight of arrows the Foresters shot They wounded him on the knee; And out and spak the Seventh Forester,
Page 116 - SLEEP'RY Sim of the Lamb-hill, And snoring Jock of Suport-mill, Ye are baith right het and fou';— But my wae wakens na you. Last night I saw a sorry sight— Nought left me o...
Page 23 - His merryemen are a' in ae liverye clad, O' the Lincome grene sae gaye to see ; He and his ladye in purple clad, O! gin they lived not royallie! Word is gane to our nobil King, In Edinburgh where that he lay, That there was an Outlaw in Ettricke Foreste, Counted him nought, nor a
Page 66 - O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, " I have 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,
Page 123 - 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, With borderers pricking hither and thither, But the greatest fray that e'er they had, Was with the men of Thirlwall and Williehaver.
Page 225 - When Maitland heard his father's name, An angry man was he ! Then, lifting up a gilt dagger, Hung low down by his knee, He stabb'd the knight the standard bore, He stabb'd him cruellie ; Then caught the standard by the neuk, And fast away rode he. " Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried, " Now, is't na time to flee ? " — " Ay, by my sooth ! " they baith replied,
Page 146 - There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And speak my praise in tower and town ; It's little matter what they do now, My life-blood rudds the heather brown. There's some will ca...