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' And have they e'en ta'en him, Kinmont Willie,
Withouten either dread or fear ? And forgotten that the bauld Buccleuch
Can back a steed, or shake a spear ?
' O were there war between the lands, As well I wot that there is nane,
I would slight Carlisle castell high,
Though it were builded of marble stane.
'I would set that castell in a low,
And sloken it with English blood ! There 's never a man in Cumberland
Should ken where Carlisle castell stood, xv ' But since nae war's between the lands,
And there is peace, and peace should be; I'll neither harm English lad or lass,
And yet the Kinmont freed shall be ! '
He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, I trow they were of his ain name,
Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd
The Laird of Stobs, I mean the s-ame.
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.
low] flame. splent] split, or overlapping armour. spauld] shoulder, epaule.