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JAMIE TELFEK |
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" I winna let the kye gae back, vs
Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear;
But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye, In spite of every Scott that's here."
" Set on them, lads!" quo' Willie than;
" Fye, lads, set on them cruellie! m
For ere they win to the Ritterford,
Mony a toom saddle there sail be ! "
Then til't they gaed, wi' heart and hand, The blows fell thick as bickering hail;
And mony a horse ran masterless, ias
And mony a comely cheek was pale.
But Willie was stricken ower the head,
And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane;
And Harden grat for very rage,
Whan Willie on the grand lay slane. no
But he's ta'en aff his gude steel cap, And thrice he's waved it in the air;
The Dinlay snaw was ne'er mair white Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair.
" Revenge ! revenge !" auld Wat 'gan cry ; 145
" Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie ! We'll ne'er see Tiviotside again,
Or Willie's death revenged sail be."
143. The Dinlay is a mountain in Liddesdale.—S. |
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