Now sound out, trumpets!’ quo' Buccleuch; ‘Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!’ Then loud the warden's trumpet blew O wha dare meddle wi' me?
THE RESCUE
Then speedilie to wark we gaed, And raised the slogan ane and a', And cut a hole through a sheet of lead, And so we wan to the castle ha'.
They thought King James and a' his men Had won the house wi' bow and spear; It was but twenty Scots and ten That put a thousand in sic a stear!
Wi' coulters and wi' forehammers We garred the bars bang merrilie, Until we came to the inner prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie.
And when we cam' to the lower prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie: ‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou's to die?’
‘O I sleep saft, and I wake aft; It's lang since sleeping was fleyed frae me! Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, And a' gude fellows that spier for me.’
Then Red Rowan has hente him up, The starkest man in Teviotdale: ‘Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, Till of my Lord Scroope I take farewell.
Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!’ he cried; ‘I'll pay you for my lodging maill, When first we meet on the Border side.’
Then shoulder high with shout and cry We bore him down the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's airns played clang.