XII
‘My hounds may a’ rin masterless,
My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,
My lord may grip my vassal lands,
For there again maun I never be!’—
XIII
He has turn’d him to the Tiviot-side,
E’en as fast as he could drie,
Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,
And there he shouted baith loud and hie.
XIV
Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve,
‘Whae’s this that brings the fraye to me?’—
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I trow I be.
XV
‘There’s naething left in the fair Dodhead,
But a greeting wife and bairnies three,
And sax poor ca’s[1226] stand in the sta’,
A’ routing loud for their minnie[1227].’—
XVI
‘Alack a wae!’ quo’ auld Jock Grieve,
‘Alack! my heart is sair for thee!
For I was married on the elder sister,
And you on the youngest of a’ the three.’