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“ Whoe'er it was, whate'er it was,

I'm sure it was not he:
I saw him slain on Eden plain,

And him you'll never see.

" I saw him stand against a host,

While heaps before him fell:
I saw them pierce his manly side,

And bring his last farewell.

“O run! he cried, to my ladye.

And bear the fray before ;
Tell her I died for England's right-

Then word spake never more.

Come, let us fly to Westmoreland,

For here you cannot stay ; We'll fairly shift; our steeds are swift;

And well I know the way.

“I will not fly, I cannot fly,

My heart is wonder sore;
My brain it turns, my blood it burns,

And all with me is o'er."

She turned her eyes to Borrowdale ;

Her heart grew chill with dread For there she saw the Scottish band,

Kilpatrick at their head.

Red blazed the beacon on Pownell;

On Skiddaw there were three;
The warder's horn, on muir and fell,

Was heard continually.

Dark grew the sky, the wind was still,

The sun in blood arose;
But oh! how many a gallant man

Ne'er saw that evening close !

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I got that sword in bloody fray,
Last night on Eden downe.

P. 106. v. 1.

This ballad relates to an engagement which took place betwixt the Scots and English, in Cumberland, A. D. 1524 ; for a particular account of which, see the historians of that time.

NoTE II

But Maxwell rallying, wheeled about.

P. 108. v. 2.

The page's account of this action seems not to be wide of the truth : “On the 17th of Julie, the Lord Maxwell, and Sir Alexander Jardein with diverse other Scottishmen, in great numbers, entered England by the west marches and Caerleill, with displayed banners, and began to harrie the country, and burn diverse places. The Englishmen assembled on every side, so that they were far more in number than the Scottishmen, and thereupon set feircelie upon their enemies : insomuch, that, for the space of an hour, there was a sore fight continued betwixt them. But the Lord Maxwell, like a true politike captain, as of all that knew him he was no less reputed, ceased not to encourage his people ; and after that, by the taking of Sir Alexander Jardein and others, they had beene put backe, he brought them in arraie again, and, beginning a new skirmish, recovered in manner all the prisoners ; took and slew diverse Englishmen; so that he returned with victorie, and led above 300 prisoners with him into Scotland.' -HOLINGSPED.

TIE

LAIRD OF LAIRISTAN,

OR, THE

THREE CHAMPIONS OF LIDDISDALE.

The scene of this ballad is laid in the upper parts of

Liddisdale, in which district the several residencies of the three champions are situated, as is also the old castle of Hermitage, with the farm-houses of Saughentree and Roughley. As to the authenticity of the story, all that I can say of it is, that I used to hear it told when I was a boy, by William Scott, a joiner of that country, and was much taken with some of the circumstances. Were I to relate it ver. batim, it would only be anticipating a great share of the poem.-One verse is ancient, beginning, O wae be to thee, &c.

O WIILLIE, 'tis light, and the moon shines bright,

Will ye go and watch the deer wi' me ?" Ay, be my sooth, this very night :" And away they went to the Saughentree.

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