I never cam bye the fair Dodhead,

That ever I fand thy basket bare."

He's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,

Himsel' upon a freckled gray,

And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer,

To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye.

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And whan they cam to Branksome Ha',

They shouted a' baith loud and hie,

Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,