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THE RAID OF THE REIDSWIRE. 135
Up rose the laird to red the cumber,
Which would not be for all his boast; "What could we doe with sic a number—
Fyve thousand men into a host ?
Then Henry Purdie proved his cost, m And very narrowlie had mischief d him,
And there we had our warden lost, Wert not the grit God he relieved him.
Another throw the breiks him bair,
Whill flatlies to the ground he fell: so
Than thought I weel we had lost him there,
Into my stomack it struck a knell!
Yet up he raise, the treuth to tell ye, And laid about him dints full dour;
His horsemen they raid sturdily, 95
And stude about him in the stoure.
Then raise the slogan with ane shout— " Fy, Tindaill, to it! Jedburgh's here ! "
I trow he was not half sae stout,
But anis his stomach was asteir. 100
98. The gathering word peculiar to a certain name, or set of people, was termed slogan or slugliorn, and was always repeated at an onset, as well as on many other occasions. It was usually the name of the clan, or place of rendezvous, or leader. In 13S5, the English, led by Thomas of Rosslyne, and William Moubray, assaulted Aberdeen. The former was mortally wounded in the onset; and, as his followers were pressing forward, shouting "liosslyne! Roislyne!" "Cry Moubray," said the expiring chieftain; "Rosslyue is gone! "—S. |
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