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Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail, For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me." m
Jamie has turned him round about,
I wat the tear blinded his ee— " I'll ne'er pay mail to Elliot again,
And the fair Dodhead I'll never see !
•' My hounds may a' rin masterless, «
My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,
My lord may grip my vassal lands, For there again maun I never be! "
He has turn'd him to the Tiviot side,
E'en as fast as he could drie, s>
Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,
And there he shouted baith loud and hie.
Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve— " Whae's this that brings the fraye tome?"
" It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead, ss
A harried man I trow I be.
" There's naething left in the fair Dodhead, But a greeting wife and bairnies three,
And sax poor ca's stand in the sta', ea
A' routing loud for their minnie."
45-48. See Yomg Beichan, vol. it. p. 3. 51. The Coultart Cleugh is nearly opposite to Carlinrig, on the road between Hawick and Mosspaul.—S.