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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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JAMIE TELFER IN THE FAIR DODHEAD
XIX
' It's I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I think I be ! The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear ;
For God's sake rise, and succour me ! '
XX
; Alas for wae ! ' quoth William's Wat,
' Alack, for thee my heart is sair ! I never cam by the fair Dodhead,
That ever I fand thy basket bare.'
XXI
He 's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,
Himsell upon a freckled gray, And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,
To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye.
XXII
And when they cam to Branksome Ha',
They shouted a' baith ioud and hie, Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,
Said, ' Whae 's this brings the fraye to me ?'
XXIII
' It's I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be ! There 's nought left in the fair Dodhead,
But a greeting wife and bairnies three.'
XXIV
' Alack for wae ! ' quoth the gude auld lord, ' And ever my heart is wae for thee !
But fye gar cry on Willie, my son,
And see that he come to me speedilie !
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