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JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD
VII
The sun wasna up, but the moon was down, It was the gryming of a new-fa'n snaw,
Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,
Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'.
VIII
And when he cam to the fair tower-yate, He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,
Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot—
' Whae 's this that brings the fraye to me ?'—
IX
' It's I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be! There 's naething left at the fair Dodhead,
But a waefu' wife and bairnies three.'
x
' Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha', For succour ye'se get nane frae me !
Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail, For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me.'—
XI
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.
                    XII
' 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 ! '—
gryming] sprinkling.          fraye] fright, alarm.
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