XXII
And when they cam to Branksome Ha’,
They shouted a’ baith loud and hie,
Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,
Said, ‘Whae’s this brings the fraye to me?’—
XXIII
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be!
There’s nought left in the fair Dodhead,
But a greeting wife and bairnies three.’—
XXIV
‘Alack for wae!’ quoth the gude auld lord,
‘And ever my heart is wae for thee!
But fye gar cry on Willie, my son,
And see that he come to me speedilie!
XXV
‘Gar warn the water[1228], braid and wide,
Gar warn it sune and hastilie!
They that winna ride for Telfer’s kye,
Let them never look in the face o’ me!
XXVI
‘Warn Wat o’ Harden, and his sons,
Wi’ them will Borthwick Water ride;
Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,
And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.