XLII
Then word is gane to the Captain’s bride,
Even in the bower where that she lay,
That her lord was prisoner in enemy’s land,
Since into Tividale he had led the way.
XLIII
‘I wad lourd[1237] have had a winding-sheet,
And helped to put it ower his head,
Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,
Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!’
XLIV
There was a wild gallant amang us a’,
His name was Watty wi’ the Wudspurs[1238],
Cried—‘On for his house in Stanegirthside,
If ony man will ride with us!’
XLV
When they cam to the Stanegirthside,
They dang wi’ trees, and burst the door;
They loosed out a’ the Captain’s kye,
And set them forth our lads before.
XLVI
There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire,
A wee bit o’ the Captain’s kin—
‘Whae dar loose out the Captain’s kye,
Or answer to him and his men?’—