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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344258" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jamie Telfer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It fell about the Martinmas tyde,<br>When our Border steeds get corn and hay<br>The captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,<br>And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first ae guide that they met wi',<br>It was high up Hardhaughswire;<br>The second guide that we met wi',<br>It was laigh down in Borthwick water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?'<br>'Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee;<br>But, gin ye'll gae to the fair Dodhead,<br>Mony a cow's cauf I'll let thee see.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,<br>Right hastily they clam the peel;<br>They loosed the kye out, ane and a',<br>And ranshackled the house right weel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,<br>The tear aye rowing in his e'e;<br>He pled wi' the captain to hae his gear,<br>Or else revenged he wad be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captain turned him round and leugh;<br>Said--'Man, there's naething in thy house,<br>But ae auld sword without a sheath,<br>That hardly now wad fell a mouse!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sun was na up, but the moon was down,<br>It was the gryming o' a new fa'n snaw,<br>Jamie Telfer has run three myles a-foot,<br>Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan he cam to the fair tower yate,<br>He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,<br>Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot--<br>'Wha's this that brings the fraye to me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,<br>And a harried man I think I be!<br>There's naething left at the fair Dodhead,<br>But a waefu' wife and bairnies three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha'.<br>For succour ye'se get nane frae me!<br>Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,<br>For, man! ye ne'er paid money to me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jamie has turned him round about,<br>I wat the tear blinded his e'e--<br>'I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,<br>And the fair Dodhead I'll never see!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My hounds may a' rin masterless,<br>My hawks may fly frae tree to tree;<br>My lord may grip my vassal lands,<br>For there again maun I never be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has turned him to the Tiviot side,<br>E'en as fast as he could drie,<br>Till he came to the Coultart Cleugh<br>And there he shouted baith loud and hie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve--<br>'Wha's this that brings the fray to me?'<br>'It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,<br>A harried man I trow I be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's naething left in the fair Dodhead,<br>But a greeting wife and bairnies three,<br>And sax poor ca's stand in the sta',<br>A' routing loud for their minnie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alack a wae!' quo' auld Jock Grieve,<br>'Alack! my heart is sair for thee!<br>For I was married on the elder sister,<br>And you on the youngest of a' the three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he has ta'en out a bonny black,<br>Was right weel fed wi' corn and hay,<br>And he's set Jamie Telfer on his back,<br>To the Catslockhill to tak' the fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,<br>He shouted loud and weel cried he,<br>Till out and spak him William's Wat--<br>'O wha's this brings the fraye to me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,<br>A harried man I think I be!<br>The captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear;<br>For God's sake rise, and succour me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alas for wae!' quo' William's Wat,<br>'Alack, for thee my heart is sair!<br>I never cam by the fair Dodhead,<br>That ever I fand thy basket bare.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,<br>Himsel' upon a freckled gray,<br>And they are on wi, Jamie Telfer,<br>To Branksome Ha to tak the fray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whan they cam to Branksome Ha',<br>They shouted a' baith loud and hie,<br>Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,<br>Said--'Wha's this brings the fray to me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead,<br>And a harried man I think I be!<br>There's nought left in the fair Dodhead,<br>But a greeting wife and bairnies three.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Alack for wae!' quoth the gude auld lord,<br>'And ever my heart is wae for thee!<br>But fye gar cry on Willie, my son,<br>And see that he come to me speedilie!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Gar warn the water, braid and wide,<br>Gar warn it soon and hastily!<br>They that winna ride for Telfer's kye,<br>Let them never look in the face o' me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons,<br>Wi' them will Borthwick water ride;<br>Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,<br>And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,<br>And warn the Currors o' the Lee;<br>As ye come down the Hermitage Slack,<br>Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinbery.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Scots they rade, the Scots they ran,<br>Sae starkly and sae steadilie!<br>And aye the ower-word o' the thrang,<br>Was--'Rise for Branksome readilie!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The gear was driven the Frostylee up,<br>Frae the Frostylee unto the plain,<br>Whan Willie has looked his men before,<br>And saw the kye right fast driving.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Wha drives thir kye?' 'gan Willie say,<br>'To mak an outspeckle o' me?'<br>'It's I, the captain o' Bewcastle, Willie;<br>I winna layne my name for thee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O will ye let Telfer's kye gae back,<br>Or will ye do aught for regard o' me?<br>Or, by the faith o' my body,' quo' Willie Scott,<br>'I se ware my dame's cauf's-skin on thee!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I winna let the kye gae back,<br>Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear,<br>But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye,<br>In spite of every Scot that's here.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Set on them, lads!' quo' Willie than,<br>'Fye, lads, set on them cruellie!<br>For ere they win to the Ritterford,<br>Mony a toom saddle there sall be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Willie was stricken ower the head,<br>And through the knapscap the sword has gane;<br>And Harden grat for very rage,<br>Whan Willie on the ground lay slain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he's ta'en aff his gude steel-cap,<br>And thrice he's waved it in the air--<br>The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white,<br>Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Revenge! revenge!' auld Wat 'gan cry;<br>'Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie!<br>We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,<br>Or Willie's death revenged shall be.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O mony a horse ran masterless,<br>The splintered lances flew on hie;<br>But or they wan to the Kershope ford,<br>The Scots had gotten the victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">John o' Brigham there was slain,<br>And John o' Barlow, as I hear say;<br>And thirty mae o' the captain's men,<br>Lay bleeding on the grund that day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The captain was run thro' the thick of the thigh--<br>And broken was his right leg bane;<br>If he had lived this hundred year,<br>He had never been loved by woman again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Hae back thy kye!' the captain said;<br>'Dear kye, I trow, to some they be!<br>For gin I suld live a hundred years,<br>There will ne'er fair lady smile on me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then word is gane to the captain's bride,<br>Even in the bower where that she lay,<br>That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land,<br>Since into Tividale he had led the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet,<br>And helped to put it ower his head,<br>Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,<br>When he ower Liddel his men did lead!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was a wild gallant amang us a',<br>His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs,<br>Cried--'On for his house in Stanegirthside,<br>If ony man will ride with us!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they cam to the Stanegirthside,<br>They dang wi' trees, and burst the door;<br>They loosed out a' the captain's kye,<br>And set them forth our lads before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was an auld wife ayont the fire,<br>A wee bit o' the captain's kin--<br>'Wha daur loose out the captain's kye,<br>Or answer to him and his men?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'It's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye,<br>I winna layne my name frae thee!<br>And I will loose out the captain's kye,<br>In scorn of a' his men and he.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When they cam to the fair Dodhead,<br>They were a wellcum sight to see!<br>For instead of his ain ten milk-kye,<br>Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he has paid the rescue shot,<br>Baith wi' goud, and white monie;<br>And at the burial o' Willie Scott,<br>I wot was mony a weeping e'e.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Andrew+Lang">Andrew Lang</a><div class=q>
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When our Border steeds get corn and hay
The captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,
And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.

The first ae guide that they met wi',
It was high up Hardhaughswire;
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