He lookèd over his left shoulder,
And for to see what he might see;
There was he aware of his auld father,
Came tearing his hair most piteouslie.
XIV
‘O hald your tongue, my father,’ he says,
‘And see that ye dinna weep for me!
For they may ravish me o’ my life,
But they canna banish me fro’ Heaven hie.
XV
‘Here, Johnie Armstrang, take thou my sword,
That is made o’ the metal sae fine;
And when thou comest to the English side,
Remember the death of Hughie the Graeme.’
[144. The Lochmaben Harper]
I
O heard ye na o’ the silly blind Harper,
How long he lived in Lochmaben town?
And how he wad gang to fair England,
To steal King Henry’s Wanton Brown?