Her wing shall the eagle flap O’er the false-hearted; His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Ere life be parted. Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever; Blessing shall hallow it,— Never, O never!
CHORUS Eleu loro, &c. Never, O never!
Sir W. Scott.
[ KINMONT WILLIE]
O have ye na heard o’ the fause Sakelde? O have ye na heard o’ the keen Lord Scroope? How they hae ta’en bauld Kinmont Willie, On Hairibee to hang him up?
Had Willie had but twenty men, But twenty men as stout as he, Fause Sakelde had never the Kinmont ta’en, Wi’ eight score in his cumpanie.
They band his legs beneath the steed, They tied his hands behind his back; They guarded him, fivesome on each side, And they brought him ower the Liddel-rack.
They led him thro’ the Liddel-rack, And also thro’ the Carlisle sands; They brought him on to Carlisle castell, To be at my Lord Scroope’s commands.
‘My hands are tied, but my tongue is free, And whae will dare this deed avow? Or answer by the Border law? Or answer to the bauld Buccleuch?’