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THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE. 133 |
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It grieved him sair that day, I trow,
Wi' Sir George Hearoune of Schipsydehouse; Because we were not men enow, 35
They counted us not worth a louse.
Sir George was gentle, meek, and douse, But he was hail and het as fire ;
And yet, for all his cracking crouse, He rewd the raid o' the Reidswire. -to
To deal with proud men is but pain;
For either must ye fight or flee, Or else no answer make again,
But play the beast, and let them be.
It was na wonder he was hie, a
Had Tindaill, Eeedsdaill, at his hand,
Wi' Cnkdaill, Gladsdaill on the lee, And Hebsrime, and Northumberland.
Yett was our meeting meek eneugh,
Begun wi' merriment and mowes, so
And at the brae, aboon the heugh, The dark sat down to call the rowes. And some for kyne, and some for ewes,
Call'd in of Dandrie, Hob, and Jock—
34. George Heron Miles of Chipchase Castle, probably the same who was slain at the Eeidswire, was Sheriff of Northumberland, 13th Elizabeth.—S.
46. These are districts, or dales, on the English Border.
48. Mr. George Ellis suggests, with great probability, that this is a mistake, not for Hebburne, as the Editor stated in an earlier edition, but for Hexham, which, with its territory, formed a county independent of Northumberland, with which it is here ranked.—S. |
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