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“Lead on to the gallows, then," Wattie replied ;
“I'm now in your power, and ye carry it high ; Nae daughter of yours shall e'er lie by my side ; A Scot, ye maun mind, counts it naething to
“Amen! then," quo' Juden,“ lead on to the tree,
Your raid ye shall rue wi' the loss of your breath. My Meg, let me tell ye is better than thee;
How dare ye, sir, rob us, and lightly us baith ?”'
When Wat saw the tether drawn over the tree,
His courage misga'e him, his heart it grew sair; He watch'd Juden's face, and he watched his ee,
But the devil a scrap of reluctance was there.
He fand the last gleam of his hope was a fadin';
The fair face of nature nae mair he wald see. The coffin was set where he soon must be laid in; His proud heart was-humbled-he fell on his
“O sir, but ye're hurried! I humbly implore ye
To grant me three days to examine my mind; To think on my sins, and the prospect before me,
And balance your offer of freedom sae kind.” “My friendship ye spurned; my daughter ye
scorned ; This minute in air ye shall flaff at the spauld :
A preciouser villain my tree ne'er adorned;
when he's auld."
“O sir, but 'tis hard to dash me in eternity
Wi' as little time to consider my state.”— “I swear, then, this hour shall my daughter be
married tye, Or else the next minute submit to your fate."
But Wattie now fand he was fairly warang,
That marriage to death was a different case. “What matter," quo' he, “ though her nose it be
lang ? It will ay keep her a bieldly side of a face.
“To fondle, or kiss her, I'll never be fain,
Or lie down beside her wi' nought but my sark ; But the first, if I please, I can let it alane ;
And cats they are all alike gray in the dark.
“What though she has twa little winkling een?
They're better than nane, and my life it is sweet: And what though her mou’ be the maist I ha'e
seen? Faith, muckle mou'd fock ha'e a luck for their
That day they were wedded, that night they were
bedded, And Juden has feasted them gaily and free; But aft the bridegroom has he rallied and bladded,
What faces he made at the big hanging tree.
Hc swore that his mou' was grown wider than
Meg's; That his face frae the chin was a half a yard
high; That it struck wi' a palsy his knees and his legs;
For a' that a Scott thought it naething to die !
“ There's naething," he said, “I more highly
approve Than a rich forest laird to come stealing my kye; Wad Branxholm and Thirlestane come for a drove,
I wad furnish them wives in their bosoms to lie."
So Wattie took Meg to the forest sae fair,
And they lived a most happy and peaceable life: The langer he kend her, he lo'ed her the mair,
For a prudent, a virtuous, and sensible wife.
And muckle good blood frae that union has flowed,
And mony a brave fellow, and mony a brave feat; I darna just say they are a' muckle mou’d,
But they rather have a' a good luck for their
O wha hasna heard o' the bauld Juden Murray,
P. 42, v. 1. Sir Gideon Murray was ancestor of the present Lord Elibank. The ruins of this huge castle still stand on the side of a hill, overhanging the Tweed, in the shire of Selkirk. Lovel Traquair, who was then Murray, Philliphaugh, Plora, and Sundhope, were all kinsmen of his; and there is a tradition extant, that all the land betwixt Tweed and Yarrow once pertained to the potent name of Murray. If so, their possessions must have bordered a great way with Harden's. The castle of Aekwood, or Oakwood, the baronial residence of the latter, stands on the Ettrick, about eight miles south of Elibank. The other places mentioned are all in that neighbourhood.
P. 42, v. 3. This man's name was William Hogg, better known by the epithet of “The Wild Boar of Fauldshop." Tradition reports him as a man of unequalled strength,
courage and ferocity. He was Harden's chief cham. pion, and in great favour' with his master, until once, by his temerity, he led him into a scrape that had well nigh cost him his life.
It was never positively said what this scrape was, but there is reason to suppose it was the Fray of Elibank.
Note III, The Hoggs and the Brydens have brought him to dare you
P. 44, v. 5. The author's progenitors possessed the lands of Fauldshop, under the Scotts of Harden, for ages; until the extravagance of John Scott occasioned the family to part with them. They now form part of the extensive estates of Buccleuch. Several of their wives were supposed to be rank witches.
P. 53, v. 4. Though Elibank is in the shire of Selkirk, as well as Oakwood, yet, originally, by Ettrick Forest, was meant only the banks and environs of the two rivers, Ettrick and Yarrow.