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“In Gilmanscleuch, beneath the heuch,
My fathers lang did dwell;
A foreign fae to quell.
“Ilk petty robber, through the lands, They taucht to stand
awe; And affen checked the plundrin' bands
Of famous Tushilaw.
" But when the bush was in the flush,
And fairer there was nane,
And Gilmanscleuch is gane!
“I had ane brither, stout and trew
But furious, fierce, and keen; Ane only sister, sweet and young,
Her name was luvly Jean.
“ Hir hair was like the threads of goud,
Hir cheeks of rosy hew,
That owr the cassel flew.
“Of fairest fashion was hir form,
Hir skin the driven snaw,
On lofty Gilman's-law.
“ Hir face a smile perpetual wore,
Hir teeth were ivorie,
That blumes on Baillie-lee.
“But, mark! what dool and care, fair maid
For beauty's but a snare,
Whilk greeved us wonder sair.
My, brother, Adam, stormed and raged,
And swore in angry mood, Either to right his dear sister,
Or shed the traytor's blood.
"I kend his honor fair and firm,
And didna doubt his faithe,
To marry he was laith.
" When June had deck'd the bracs in greno
And flushed the forest treo:
And lambs on ilka lee;
“A shepherd frae our mountains hied,
An ill death mot he see! • O master, master, haste,' he cried,
'O haste alang wi' me !"
"Our ewes are banished frae the glen,
Their lambs ar drawn away, The fairest raes on Eldin braes
Ar Jock of Harden's prey.
6. His hounds are ringing thro' your woorde
And manye deer ar slaine ;
Will ne'er returne againe.
"Your brother Adam, stout and strong.
I warned on yon hill-side ;
As fast as he can ride.'
“O ill betide thy haste, young man!
Thou micht ha'e tald it me;
The Harden lads were free.
Gae, saddel me my milk-white steed,
Gae, saddel him suddenly ;
This bauld huntir to see.
“ But, low, low down, on Sundhop broom,
My brother Harden spyd;
66. Was't not enough, thou traytor strong,
My sister to betray ?
And chase the lambs away?
• Thy hounds ar ringing through our woods
Our choicest deers ar slaine ;
Wull ne'er returne againe.'
" It setts thee weel, thou haughiye youth,
To bend such taunts on me;
And no man hindered thee.'
"But wilt thou wedd my dear sister?
Now tell me-aye or nay.' • Nae questions will I answer thee
That's speerit in sic a way.
"Tak this for truth, I ne'er meant ill
To nouther thee nor thine.'
Was fleeter than the hynde.
“He set a buglet to his mouth,
And blew baith loud and cleir; A sign to all his merry men
Their huntin to forbear.
6660 turn thee, turn thee, traytor strong;
Cried Adam bitterlie; "1. Nae haughtye Scott, of Harden's kin,
Sal proodlye scool on me.
"Now draw thy sword, or gi'e thy word,
For one of them I'll have,
And ca’ thee coward knave.'
“He sprang frae aff his coal-black steed,
And tied him to a wande;
And drew his deidlye brande.
" And lang they foucht, and sair they foucht
Wi' swords of mettyl kene,
Was sprynkelit on the grene.
" And lang they foucht, and sair they foucht,
For braiver there war nane;
And Harden's coller bane.
“ Though Adam was baith stark and guide,
Nae longer cou'd he stande;
His nees plett lyke the wande.