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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=344262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Kinmont Willie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O have ye na heard o the fause Sakelde?<br>O have ye na heard o the keen Lord Scroop?<br>How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,<br>On Hairibee to hang him up?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had Willie had but twenty men,<br>But twenty men as stout as be,<br>Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taen<br>Wi eight score in his companie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They band his legs beneath the steed,<br>They tied his hands behind his back;<br>They guarded him, fivesome on each side,<br>And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They led him thro the Liddel-rack.<br>And also thro the Carlisle sands;<br>They brought him to Carlisle castell.<br>To be at my Lord Scroope's commands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'My hands are tied; but my tongue is free,<br>And whae will dare this deed avow?<br>Or answer by the border law?<br>Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now haud thy tongue, thou rank reiver!<br>There's never a Scot shall set ye free:<br>Before ye cross my castle-yate,<br>I trow ye shall take farewell o me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Fear na ye that, my lord,' quo Willie:<br>'By the faith o my body, Lord Scroope,' he said,<br>'I never yet lodged in a hostelrie--<br>But I paid my lawing before I gaed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now word is gane to the bauld Keeper,<br>In Branksome Ha where that he lay,<br>That Lord Scroope has taen the Kinmont Willie,<br>Between the hours of night and day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has taen the table wi his hand,<br>He garrd the red wine spring on hie;<br>'Now Christ's curse on my head,' he said,<br>'But avenged of Lord Scroope I'll be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O is my basnet a widow's curch?<br>Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?<br>Or my arm a lady's lilye hand,<br>That an English lord should lightly me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And have they taen him, Kinmont Willie,<br>Against the truce of Border tide?<br>And forgotten that the bauld Bacleuch<br>Is keeper here on the Scottish side?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And have they een taen him, Kinmont Willie,<br>Withouten either dread or fear,<br>And forgotten that the bauld Bacleuch<br>Can back a steed, or shake a spear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O were there war between the lands,<br>As well I wot that there is none,<br>I would slight Carlisle castell high,<br>Tho it were builded of marble stone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I would set that castell in a low,<br>And sloken it with English blood;<br>There's nevir a man in Cumberland<br>Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'But since nae war's between the lands,<br>And there is peace, and peace should be;<br>I'll neither harm English lad or lass,<br>And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has calld him forty marchmen bauld,<br>I trow they were of his ain name,<br>Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, calld<br>The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has calld him forty marchmen bauld,<br>Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch,<br>With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,<br>And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were five and five before them a',<br>Wi hunting-horns and bugles bright;<br>And five and five came wi Buccleuch,<br>Like Warden's men, arrayed for fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And five and five, like a mason-gang,<br>That carried the ladders lang and hie;<br>And five and five, like broken men;<br>And so they reached the Woodhouselee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as we crossd the Bateable Land,<br>When to the English side we held,<br>The first o men that we met wi,<br>Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?'<br>Quo fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!'<br>'We go to hunt an English stag,<br>Has trespassed on the Scots countrie.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?'<br>Quo fause Sakelde; 'come tell me true!'<br>'We go to catch a rank reiver,<br>Has broken faith wi the bauld Buccleuch.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where are ye gaun, ye mason-lads,<br>Wi a' your ladders lang and hie?'<br>'We gang to herry a corbie's nest,<br>That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?'<br>Quo fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me?'<br>Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,<br>And the nevir a word o lear had he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why trespass ye on the English side?<br>Row-footed outlaws, stand!' quo he;<br>The neer a word had Dickie to say,<br>Sae he thrust the lance thro his fause bodie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then on we held for Carlisle toun,<br>And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossd;<br>The water was great and meikle of spait,<br>But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when we reachd the Staneshaw-bank,<br>The wind was rising loud and hie;<br>And there the laird garrd leave our steeds,<br>For fear that they should stamp and nie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when we left the Staneshaw-bank,<br>The wind began full loud to blaw;<br>But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,<br>When we came beneath the castell-wa.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We crept on knees, and held our breath,<br>Till we placed the ladders against the wa;<br>And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell<br>To mount she first, before us a'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He has taen the watchman by the throat,<br>He flung him down upon the lead:<br>'Had there not been peace between our lands,<br>Upon the other side thou hadst gaed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now sound out, trumpets!' quo Buccleuch;<br>'Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!'<br>Then loud the warden's trumpet blew<br>'O whae dare meddle wi me?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then speedilie to wark we gaed,<br>And raised the slogan ane and a',<br>And cut a hole through a sheet of lead,<br>And so we wan to the castel-ha.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They thought King James and a' his men<br>Had won the house wi bow and speir;<br>It was but twenty Scots and ten<br>That put a thousand in sic a stear!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wi coulters, and wi fore-hammers,<br>We garrd the bars bang merrilie,<br>Until we came to the inner prison,<br>Where Willie o Kinmont he did lie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when we came to the lower prison,<br>Where Willie o Kinmont he did lie,<br>'O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,<br>Upon the morn that thou's to die?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O I sleep saft, and I wake aft,<br>It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me;<br>Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairns<br>And a' gude fellows that speer for me.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Red Rowan has hente him up,<br>The starkest man in Teviotdale:<br>'Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,<br>Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope!<br>My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!' he cried;<br>'I'll pay you for my lodging-maill,<br>When first we meet on the border-side.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then shoulder high, with shout and cry,<br>We bore him down the ladder lang;<br>At every stride Red Rowan made,<br>I wot the Kinmont's airms playd clang!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O mony a time,' quo Kinmont Willie.<br>'I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;<br>But a rougher beast than Red Rowan,<br>I ween my legs have neer bestrode.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'And mony a time,' quo Kinmont Willie,<br>'I've pricked a horse out oure the furs;<br>But since the day I backed a steed<br>I nevir wore sic cumbrous spurs!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,<br>When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,<br>And a thousand men, in horse and foot,<br>Cam wi the keen Lord Scroope along.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water,<br>Even where it flowd frae bank to brim,<br>And he has plunged in wi a' his band,<br>And safely swam them thro the stream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He turned him on the other side,<br>And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he:<br>'If ye like na my visit in merry England,<br>In fair Scotland come visit me!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,<br>He stood as still as rock of stane;<br>He scarcely dared to trew his eyes,<br>When thro the water they had gane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'He is either himsell a devil frae hell,<br>Or else his mother a witch maun be;<br>I wad na have ridden that wan water<br>For a' the gowd in Christentie.'</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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O have ye na heard o the keen Lord Scroop?
How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,
On Hairibee to hang him up?

Had Willie had but twenty men,
But twenty men as stout as be,
Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmo..."></div>
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