VII
The sun wasna up, but the moon was down,
It was the gryming[1224] of a new-fa’n snaw,
Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,
Between the Dodhead and the Stobs’s Ha’.
VIII
And when he cam to the fair tower-yate,
He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,
Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot—
‘Whae’s this that brings the fraye[1225] to me?’—
IX
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be!
There’s naething left at the fair Dodhead,
But a waefu’ wife and bairnies three.’
X
‘Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha’,
For succour ye’se get nane frae me!
Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,
For, man, ye ne’er paid money to me.’—
XI
Jamie has turned him round about,
I wat the tear blinded his ee—
‘I’ll ne’er pay mail to Elliot again,
And the fair Dodhead I’ll never see.