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18 'For she eat wi them, drank wi them,

welcomed them in; She drank to the villain that killed her guid man.

19 'Woe to ye, Kate Fraser I sorry may

yer heart be, To see yer brave baron's blood cum to yer knee.'

20 There is dule in the kitchen, and mirth

i the ha,
But the Baron o B[r]ackley is dead and


Lady Barbara Erskine, eldest daughter of John, Earl of Mar, was married to James, second Marquis of Douglas, near the end of the year 1670. The marriage did not prove to be happy, and the parties were formally separated in 10S1. The blame of the alienation of Douglas from his wife is imputed by tradition to William Lawrie, the marquis's principal chamberlain or factor, who was appointed to that place in 1670, the year of the marriage. Lawrie married Marion Weir, of the family of Blackwood, then a widow. He is often styled the laird of Blackwood, a title which belonged to his son by this marriage, his own proper designation being, after the birth of his son, the Tutor of Blackwood.

The ballad first appeared in print in the second edition of Herd's Scottish Songs, 1770, but only as a fragment of five stanzas. Most of the versions have from one stanza to four of a beautiful song, known from the first quarter of the eighteenth century, and printed fifty years earlier than any copy of the ballad (see Notes).

'Lord Douglas,' or, 'The Laird of Blackwood,' Kinloch MSS., 1, 9o; from the recitation of Mary Barr, Lesmahago. Lanarkshire, May, 1827, and learned by her about sixty years before from an old dey at Douglas Castle.

1 I Was a lady of high renown

As lived in the north conntrie;
I was a lady of high renown
Whan Earl Douglas loved me.

2 Whan we cam through Glasgow toun,

We war a comely sight to see;

My gude Jord in velvet green,
And I mysel in cramasie.

3 Whan we cam to Douglas toun,

We war a flue sight to behold;
My gudc lord in cramasie,
And I myself in shining gold.

4 Whan that my auld son was born,

And set upon the nurse's knee,
I was as happy a woman as eer was
And my gude lord he loved me.

5 But oh, an my young son was born,

And set upon the nurse's knee,
And I mysel war dead and gane,
For a maid again I 'll never be!

6 There cam a man into this house,

And Jamie Lockbart was his name,
And it was told to my gude lord
That I was in the bed wi him.

7 There cam anither to this house,

And a bad friend he was to me;
He put Jamie's shoon below my bed-
And bade my gude lord come and see.

8 O wae be unto thee, Blackwood,

And ae an ill death may ye dee!
For ye was the first and the foremost
That parted my gude lord and me,

9 Whan my gude lord cam in my room,

This grit falsehood for to see,
He turnd about, and, wi a gloom,
He straucht did tak farewell o me.

10 'O fare thee well, my once lovely maid!

O fare thee well, once dear to rae!

O fare thee well, my once lovely maid!

For wi me again ye sall never be.'

11 'Sit doun, sit donn, Jamie Douglas,

Sit thee doun and dine wi me,
And I 'll set thee on a chair of gold,
And a silver towel on thy knee.'

12 'Whan cockle-shells turn silver bells,

And mussels they bud on a tree, Whan frost and snaw turns fire to burn. Then I 'll sit down and dine wi thee.' 13 O wae be unto thee, Blackwood,

And ae an ill death may ye dee!
Ye war the first and the foremost man
That parted my gude lord and me.

14 Whan my father be heard word

That my gude lord bad forsaken
He sent fifty o his brisk dragoons
To fesh me hame to my ain countrie.

15 That morning before I did go,

My bonny palace for to leave,
I went into my gude lord's room,
But alas l he wad na speak to me.

16 'Fare thee well, Jamie Douglas!

Fare thee well, my ever dear to me I Fare thee well, Jamie Douglas I

Be kind to the three babes I 've born to thee.'



This ballad gives an account of the fight at Drumclog, near Loudon Hill on the borders of the shires of Ayr and Lanark, June 1, 167'.', betweer. the " Gospel-lads " or Covenanters and Claverhouse. The Covenanters were commanded by Robert Hamilton, with whom were associated John Balfour of Kinloch, called Burly, and others.

'The Battle of Loudon Hill,' Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, in, l>s, 1n )3; Ji, 200, 1833.

1 You 'l marvel when I tell ye o

Our noble Burly and bis train,
When last he marchd up through the
Wi sax-and-twenty westland men.

2 Than they I neer o braver heard,

For they had a' baith wit and skill;

They proved right well, as I heard tell,

As they cam up oer Loudoun Hill.

3 Weel prosper a' the gospel-lads

That are into the west countrie
Ay wicked Claverse to demean,
And ay an ill dead may he die!

4 For he 's drawn up i battle rank,

An that baith soon an hastilie;
But they wha live till simmer come,
Some bludie days for this will see.

5 But up spak cruel Claverse then,

Wi hastie wit an wicked skill,
'Gae fire on yon west lan men;
I think it is my sovreigu's will.'

6 But up bespake his cornet then,

'It's be wi nae consent o me;

I ken I 'll neer come back again,

An mouy mae as weel as me.

7 'There is not ane of a' yon men

But wha is worthy other three;
There is ua ane amang them a'
That in his cause will stap to die.

8 'An as for Burly, him I knaw;

He \s a man of honour, birth, an fame;
Gie him a sword into his hand,
He 'll fight thysel an other ten.'

9 But up spake wicked Claverse then —

I wat his heart it raise fu hie — And he has cry'd, that a' might hear, '.Man, ye hae sair deceived me.

10 'I never Eend the like afore,

Na, never since I came frae hame, That you sae cowardly here suld prove, An yet come of a noble Graeme.'

11 But up bespake his cornet then,

'Since that it is your honour's will, Mysel shall be the foremost man That shall gie fire on Loudoun Hill.

12 'At your command I 'll lead them on,

But yet wi uae consent o me;
For weel I ken I 'll neer return,
And mony mae as weel as me.'

13 Then up he drew in battle rank —

I wat he had a bonny train —

But the first time that bullets flew

Ay he lost twenty o his men.

14 Then back he came the way he gaed,

I wat right soon an suddenly;
He gave command amang bis men,
And sent them back, and bade them

15 Then up came Burly, bauld an stout,

Wi 's little train o westlaud men,

Wha mair than either aince or twice

In Edinburgh couflnd had been.

16 They hae been up to London sent,

An yet they 're a' come safely down; Sax troop o horsemen thev hae beat, And chased them into Glasgow town.


The report of the success of the Covenanters at Drumclog (see No. 205) brought four or five thousand malcontents into the rising. They established their camp on June 19, 1679, at Hamilton, on the south side of the Clyde, near the point where the river is crossed by Bothwell Bridge. The king named the Duke of Monmouth to command his army in Scotland. The royal forces were at Bothwell Muir on Jnne 22d, and their advanced guards within a quarter of a mile of the bridge. The duke marched his army to an eminence opposite the main body of the enemy, who lay on the moor (st. 10). The defenders of the bridge maintained themselves until their powder was exhausted, and then unwillingly withdrew to the main body. The bridge was cleared 6"f obstructions, and the royal army crossed and advanced against the rebels on the moor. The first fire made the Covenanters' horse wheel about, and their retreat threw the nearest foot into disorder; in consequence of which the whole army fell into confusion. Twelve hundred surrendered without resistance, the rest fled, and several hundred were killed in the pursuit.

Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, 111, 209, 1803; 11, 226, 1*33. From recitation.

1 'O Billie, billie, bonny billie,

Will ye go to the wood wi me?
We 'll ca our horse hame masterless,
An gar them trow slain men are we.'

2 'O no, O no !' says Earlstoun,

'For that's the thing that mauna be; For I am sworn to Bothwell Hill, Where I maun either gae or die.'

3 So Earlstoun rose in the morning,

An mounted by the break o day,

An he has joind our Scottish lads,
As they were marching out the

4 'Now, farewell, father! and farewell,

mother I
An fare ye weel, my sisters three 1
An fare ye well, my Earlstoun I
For thee again I 'll never see.'

5 So they 're awa to Bothwell Hill,

An waly, they rode bonnily l
When the Duke o Monmouth saw them
He went to view their company.

6 'Ye 're welcome, lads,' then Monmouth

'Ye 're welcome, brave Scots lads, to

And sae are you, brave Earlstoun,
The foremost o your company.

7 'But yield your weapons ane an a',

O yield your weapons, lads, to me; For, gin ye 'll yield your weapons up, Ye 'se a' gae hame to your country.'

8 Out then spak a Lennox lad,

And waly, but he spoke bonnily!
'I winna yield my weapons up,
To you nor nae man that I see.'

9 Then he set up the flag o red,

A' set about wi bonny blue: 'Since ye 'll no cease, and be at peace, See that ye stand by ither true.'

10 They stolld their cannons on the height.

And showrd their shot down in the
An beat our Scots lads even down;
Thick they lay slain on every know.

11 As eer you saw the rain down fa,

Or yet the arrow frae the bow,
Sae our Scottish lads fell even down,
An they lay slain on every know.

12 'O bold your hand,' then Monmouth

cry'd, 'Gie quarters to yon men for me;' But wicked Claverhouse swore an oath His cornet's death revenge! sud bf-.

13 'O hold your ham),' then Monmouth

cry'd, 'If ony thing yon 1l do for me; Hold up your hand, yon cursed Graeme, Else a rebel to our king ye 'll be.'

14 Then wicked Claverhouse turnd about —

I wot an angry man was he —
And he has lilted up his hat,

And cry'd, God bless his Majesty!

15 Than he 's awa to London town,

Ay een as fast as he can dree;
Fause witnesses he has wi him taen,
An taen Monmouth's bead frae his

16 Alang the brae beyond the brig,

Mouy brave man lies cauld and still; But lang we 'll mind, and snir we 'll rue, The bloody battle of Bothwell Hill.


The duel in this ballad is on a par for historical verity with that in 'Johnie Scot' (No. D9). If there was to be a duel. Devonshire (Earl, he was not created Duke till 1694, the last year of Delamere's life) was well chosen for the nonce. He had fonght with Lord Mohun. in 1676. and was credited with challenging Count Konigsmark, in 1682. What is true in the ballad is that Delamere was a strenuous and uncompromising advocate of constitutional government, and that he and Devonshire were political and personal friends. Both were particularly active in bringing in the Prince of Orange; and so was Lord Danby, with whom, according to the title of B (not here printed), Devonshire was righting the dnel the year before the revolution.

'The Long-armed Duke,' taken down from recitation in Derbyshire, and first printed, about 1843, in a periodical called The Story Teller; afterwards in Notes and Queries, First Series, v, 243, 1852, by C. W. G.

1 Good people, give attention, a story you shall hear, It is of the king and my lord Delamere;

The quarrel it arose in the Furliament

Concerning some taxations going to be

put in force.
Ri toora loora la.

2 Says my lord Delamere to his Majesty

soon, 'If it please you, my liege, of you I 'll

soon beg a boou.' 'Then what is your boon? let me it

understand:' 'It's to have all the poor meu you have

in your land.

3 'And I 'll take them to Cheshire, and

there I will sow Both hempseed and flaxseed, and [hang]

them all in a row. Why, they M better be hanged, and

stopped soon their breath, If it please you, my liege, than to starve

them to death.'

4 Then up starts a French lord, as we do


Saying,' Thou art a proud Jack,' to my lord Delamere;

'Thou oughtest to be stabbed' — then he turnd him about —

* For affronting the king in the Parliament House.'

5 Then up starts his grace, the Duke of

Devonshire, Saying, I 'll fight in defence of my lord

Delamere. Then a stage was erected, to battle they

went, To kill or to be killed was our noble

duke's intent.

6 The very first push, as we do under

stand, The duke's sword he bended it back

into his hand. He waited a while, but nothing he

spoke, Till on the king's armour his rapier he


7 An English lord, who by that stage did

stand, Threw Devonshire another, and he got it in his hand:

'Play low for your life, brave Devonshire,' said he,

'Play low for your life, or a dead man you will be.'

8 Devonshire dropped on his knee, and

gave him his death-wound;

0 then that French lord fell dead upon

the ground. The king called his guards, and he unto

them did say, 'Bring Devonshire down, and take the

dead man away.'

9 'No, if it please you, my liege, no lI 've

slain him like a man;

I 'm resolved to see what clothing he 's

got on. Oh, fie upon your treachery, your

treachery!' said he, 'Oh, king, 't was your intention to

have took my life away.

10 'For he fought in your armour, whilst

I have fought in bare;

The same thou shalt win, king, before thou does it wear.'

Then they all turned back to the Parliament House,

And the nobles made obesiance with their hands to their mouths.

11 'God bless all the nobles we have in our

land, And send the Church of England may

flourish still and stand; For I 've injured no king, no kingdom,

nor no crown, But I wish that every honest man might

enjoy his own.'


James Rntcliffe, Earl of Derwentwater, being suspected or known to be engaged in couc rting a rising in the north of England in behalf of the Pretender, a warrant was issued by the Secretary of State for his apprehension, towards the end of September, 1715. Hereupon he took arms, and he was one of the fifteen hundred English and Seots who were forced to an inglorious surrender at Preston, "^ijvember 14. Derwentwater was impeached

of high treason^and pleaded guilty, in January, 1716; was sentenced to death February 9, and was executed February 24.

'Lord Dnnwaters,' Motherwell's MS., p. 331, July 19, 1825, "from the recitation of Agnes Lile, Eilharchan, a woman verging on fifty; " learned from her father, who died fourteen years before, at the age of eighty. 'Lord Derwentwater,' Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 349.

1 Our king has wrote a lang letter,

And sealed it owre with gold;
He sent it to my lord Dunwaters,
To read it if he could.

2 He has not sent it with a boy, with a

Nor with anie Scotch lord;
But he 's sent it with the noblest knight
Eer Scotlaud could afford.

3 The very first line that my lord did read,

He gave a smirkling smile;
Before he had the half o 't read,
The tears from his eyes did fall.

4 'Come saddle to me my horse,' he said,

'Come saddle to me with speed; For I must away to fair London town, For me was neer more need.'

5 Out and spoke his lady gay,

In child-bed where she lay: 'I would have you make your will, my lord Dunwaters, Before you go away.'

6 'I leave to you, my eldest son.

My houses and my land;
I leave to you, my second son,
Ten thousand pounds in hand.

7 'I leave to yon, my lady gay —

You are my wedded wife —
I leave to you, the third of my estate;
That 'll keep you in a lady's life.'

8 They had not rode a mile but one,

Till bis horse fell owre a stane: 'It's warning gude eneuch,' my lord Dunwaters said, 'Alive I 'll neer come hame.'

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