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126 EOOKHOPE RTDE. |
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He was walk'd out to the Smale-burns, Which stands above the Hanging-well.
His wife was wae when she heard tell,
So weel she wist her husband wanted gear; ro
She gar'd saddle him his horse in haste, And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.
The bailiff got wit before his gear came,
That such news was in the land, He was sore troubled in his heart, ?«
That on no earth that he could stand.
His brother was hurt three days before, "With limmer thieves that did him prick;
Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon,
What ferly was't that he lay sick ? so
But yet the bailiff shrinked nought,
But fast after them he did hye, And so did all his neighbours near,
That went to bear him company.
But when the bailiff was gathered, as
And all his company,
if I may so call it, held under the bishop, long exercised the office of bailiff of Wplsingham, the chief town and borough of Weardale, and of Forster, &c, under successive prelates.— Surtkes.
68. A place in the neighbourhood of East-gate, known at present, as well as the Dry-rig, or Smale-burns.—Ritson. |
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