English Poetry I: From Chaucer to Gray.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.
Traditional Ballads
26. Kinmont Willie
O
O have ye na heard o the keen Lord Scroop?
How they hae taen bauld Kinmont Willie,
On Hairibee to hang him up?
But twenty men as stout as he,
Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont taen,
Wi eight score in his companie.
They tied his hands behind his back;
They guarded him, fivesome on each side,
And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
And also thro the Carlisle sands;
They brought him to Carlisle castell,
To be at my Lord Scroope’s commands.
And whae will dare this deed avow?
Or answer by the border law?
Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?”
There’s never a Scot shall set ye free;
Before ye cross my castle-yate,
I trow ye shall take farewell o me.”
“By the faith o my bodie, Lord Scroop,” he said,
“I never yet lodged in a hostelrie
But I paid my lawing before I gaed.”
In Branksome Ha where that he lay,
That Lord Scroope has taen the Kinmont Willie
Between the hours of night and day.
He garrd the red wine spring on hie;
“Now Christ’s curse on my head,” he said,
“But avenged of Lord Scroop I’ll be!
Or my lance a wand of the willow-tree?
Or my arm a ladye’s lilye hand?
That an English lord should lightly me.
Against the truce of Border tide,
And forgotten that the bauld Bacleuch
Is keeper here on the Scottish side?
Withouten either dread or fear,
And forgotten that the bauld Bacleuch
Can back a steed, or shake a spear?
As well I wot that there is none,
I would slight Carlisle castell high,
Tho it were builded of marble-stone.
And sloken it with English blood;
There’s nevir a man in Cumberland
Should ken where Carlisle castell stood.
And there is peace, and peace should be,
I’ll neither harm English lad or lass,
And yet the Kinmont freed shall be!”
I trow they were of his ain name,
Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, calld
The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same.
Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch,
With spur on heel, and splent on spauld,
And gleuves of green, and feathers blue.
Wi hunting-horns and bugles bright;
And five and five came wi Buccleuch,
Like Warden’s men, arrayed for fight.
That carried the ladders lang and hie;
And five and five like broken men;
And so they reached the Woodhouselee.
When to the English side we held,
The first o men that we met wi,
Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde!
Quo fause Sakelde; “come tell to me!”
“We go to hunt an English stag,
Has trespassed on the Scots countrie.”
Quo fause Sakelde; “come tell to me true!”
“We go to catch a rank reiver,
Has broken faith wi the bauld Buccleuch.”
Wi a’ your ladders lang and hie?”
“We gang to herry a corbie’s nest,
That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.”
Quo fause Sakelde; “come tell to me!”
Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band,
And the never a word o lear had he.
Row-footed outlaws, stand!” quo he;
The neer a word had Dickie to say,
Sae he thrust the lance thro his fause bodie.
And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossd;
The water was great, and meikle of spait,
But the nevir a horse nor man we lost.
The wind was rising loud and hie;
And there the laird garrd leave our steeds,
For fear that they should stamp and nie.
The wind began full loud to blaw;
But ’twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet
When we came beneath the castel-wa.
Till we placed the ladders against the wa;
And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell
To mount the first before us a’.
He flung him down upon the lead:
“Had there not been peace between our lands,
Upon the other side thou hadst gaed.
“Let’s waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!”
Then loud the Warden’s trumpets blew
“O whae dare meddle wi me?”
And raised the slogan ane and a’,
And cut a hole thro a sheet of lead,
And so we wan to the castel-ha.
Had won the house wi bow and speir:
It was but twenty Scots and ten
That put a thousand in sic a stear!
We garrd the bars bang merrilie,
Untill we came to the inner prison,
Where Willie o Kinmont he did lie.
Where Willie o Kinmont he did lie,
“O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie,
Upon the morn that thou’s to die?”
It’s lang since sleeping was fleyd frae me;
Gie my service back to my wyfe and bairns,
And a’ gude fellows that speer for me.”
The starkest men in Teviotdale:
“Abide, abide now, Red Rowan,
Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.
My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!” he cried;
“I’ll pay you for my lodging-maill
When first we meet on the border-side.”
We bore him down the ladder lang;
At every stride Red Rowan made,
I wot the Kinmont’s airns playd clang.
“I have ridden horse baith wild and wood;
But a rougher beast than Red Rowan
I ween my legs have neer bestrode.
“I’ ve pricked a horse out oure the furs;
But since the day I backed a steed
I nevir wore sic cumbrous spurs.”
When a’ the Carlisle bells were rung,
And a thousand men, in horse and foot,
Cam wi the keen Lord Scroope along.
Even where it flowd frae bank to brim,
And he has plunged in wi a’ his band,
And safely swam them thro the stream.
And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he:
“If ye like na my visit in merry England,
In fair Scotland come visit me!”
He stood as still as rock of stane;
He scarcely dared to trew his eyes
When thro the water they had gane.
Or else his mother a witch maun be;
I wad na have ridden that wan water
For a’ the gowd in Christentie.”