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He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, «
Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch ;
With spur on heel, and splent on spauld, And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.
There were five and five before them a',
Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright: to
And five and five came wi' Buccleuch, Like warden's men, array'd for fight.
And five and five, like a mason gang, That carried the ladders lang and hie;
And five and five, like broken men ; <«
And so they reach'd the Woodhouselee.
And as we cross'd the Bateable Land, When to the English side we held,
The first o' men that we met wi',
Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde ? ai
" Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen ? " Quo' fause Sakelde ; " come tell to me ! "
" We go to hunt an English stag,
Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie."
" Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men ? " m
Quo' fause Sakelde ; " come tell me true ! "
76. A house on the Border, belonging to Buccleuch.—S.