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THE OUTLAW MURRAY
Then messengers he called forth, And bade them hie them speedilye:
' Ane of ye gae to Halliday,
The Laird of the Corehead is he.
' He certain is my sister's son ;
Bid him come quick and succour me; The King comes on for Ettrick Forest,
And landless men we a' will be.'—
' What news ? what news ?' said Halliday, ' Man, frae thy master unto me ?'—
c Not as ye would ; seeking your aid ; The King 's his mortal enemie.'—
6 Ay, by my troth ! ' said Halliday, ' Even for that it repenteth me ;
For gif he lose fair Ettrick Forest, He'll tak' fair Moffatdale frae me.
' I'll meet him wi' five hundred men, And surely mair, if mae may be ;
And before he gets the forest fair, We a' will die on Newark Lee ! '
The Outlaw call'd a messenger, And bid him hie him speedilye
To Andrew Murray of Cockpool : ' That man 's a dear cousin to rne;
Desire him come and mak' me aid With a' the power that he may be.' 380