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 70 BALLADS

'Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men? ' Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell me true! '

'We go to catch a rank reiver

Has broken faith wi' the bold Buccleuch.'

'Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads,

Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie? ' 'We gang to herry a corbie's nest

That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.'

'Where be ye gaun, ye broken men? ' Quo' fause Sakelde; 'come tell to me!'

Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the never a word of lear had he.

'Why trespass ye on the English side?

Row-footed outlaws, stand!' quo' he; The never a word had Dickie to say,

Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie.

Then on we held for Carlisle toun,

And at Staneshaw-Bank the Eden we crossed;

The water was great and meikle of spait, But the never a horse nor man we lost.

And when we reached the Staneshaw-Bank,

The wind was rising loud and hie; And there the Laird garred leave our steeds,

For fear that they should stamp and neigh.

And when we left the Staneshaw-Bank,

The wind began full loud to blaw; But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet,

When we came beneath the castle wa'.

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