141 Jamie Telfer in the Fair Dodhead
I
It fell about the Martinmas tyde,
When our Border steeds get corn and hay,
The Captain of Bewcastle bound him to ryde,
And he’s ower to Tividale to drive a prey.
II
The first ae guide that they met wi’,
It was high up in Hardhaughswire;
The second guide that they met wi’,
It was laigh1221 down in Borthwick water.
III
‘What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide?’—
‘Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee;
But gin ye’ll gae to the fair Dodhead,
Mony a cow’s cauf I’ll let thee see.’
IV
And when they cam to the fair Dodhead,
Right hastily they clam the peel1222;
They loosed the kye out, ane and a’,
And ranshackled the house right weel.
V
Now Jamie Telfer’s heart was sair,
The tear aye rowing1223 in his ee;
He pled wi’ the Captain to hae his gear,
Or else revengèd he wad be.
VI
The Captain turned him round and leugh;
Said—‘Man, there’s naething in thy house,
But ae auld sword without a sheath,
That hardly now would fell a mouse.’
VII
The sun wasna up, but the moon was down,
It was the gryming1224 of a new-fa’n snaw,
Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,
Between the Dodhead and the Stobs’s Ha’.
VIII
And when he cam to the fair tower-yate,
He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,
Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot—
‘Whae’s this that brings the fraye1225 to me?’—
IX
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be!
There’s naething left at the fair Dodhead,
But a waefu’ wife and bairnies three.’
X
‘Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha’,
For succour ye’se get nane frae me!
Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,
For, man, ye ne’er paid money to me.’—
XI
Jamie has turned him round about,
I wat the tear blinded his ee—
‘I’ll ne’er pay mail to Elliot again,
And the fair Dodhead I’ll never see.
XII
‘My hounds may a’ rin masterless,
My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,
My lord may grip my vassal lands,
For there again maun I never be!’—
XIII
He has turn’d him to the Tiviot-side,
E’en as fast as he could drie,
Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,
And there he shouted baith loud and hie.
XIV
Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve,
‘Whae’s this that brings the fraye to me?’—
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I trow I be.
XV
‘There’s naething left in the fair Dodhead,
But a greeting wife and bairnies three,
And sax poor ca’s1226 stand in the sta’,
A’ routing loud for their minnie1227.’—
XVI
‘Alack a wae!’ quo’ auld Jock Grieve,
‘Alack! my heart is sair for thee!
For I was married on the elder sister,
And you on the youngest of a’ the three.’
XVII
Then he has ta’en out a bonny black,
Was right weel fed with corn and hay,
And he’s set Jamie Telfer on his back,
To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.
XVIII
And whan he cam to the Catslockhill,
He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,
Till out and spak him William’s Wat,
‘O whae’s this brings the fraye to me?’—
XIX
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I think I be!
The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear;
For God’s sake rise, and succour me!’—
XX
‘Alas for wae!’ quoth William’s Wat,
‘Alack, for thee my heart is sair!
I never cam by the fair Dodhead,
That ever I fand thy basket bare.’
XXI
He’s set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,
Himsell upon a freckled gray,
And they are on wi’ Jamie Telfer,
To Branksome Ha’ to tak the fraye.
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 water1228, 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.
XXVII
‘Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,
And warn the Currors o’ the Lee;
As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack,
Warn doughty Willie o’ Gorrinberry.’
XXVIII
The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran,
Sae starkly and sae steadilie!
And aye the ower-word o’ the thrang
Was—‘Rise for Branksome readilie!’
XXIX
The gear was driven the Frostylee up,
Frae the Frostylee unto the plain,
Whan Willie has look’d his men before,
And saw the kye right fast drivand.
XXX
‘Whae drives thir kye?’ ’gan Willie say,
‘To make an outspeckle1229 o’ me?’—
‘It’s I, the Captain o’ Bewcastle, Willie;
I winna layne1230 my name for thee.’—
XXXI
‘O will ye let Telfer’s kye gae back?
Or will ye do aught for regard o’ me?
Or, by the faith of my body,’ quo’ Willie Scott,
‘I’se ware my dame’s cauf skin1231 on thee!—
XXXII
‘I winna let the kye gae back,
Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear;
But I will drive Jamie Telfer’s kye,
In spite of every Scott that’s here.’—
XXXIII
‘Set on them, lads!’ quo’ Willie than;
‘Fye, lads, set on them cruellie!
For ere they win to the Ritterford,
Mony a toom1232 saddle there sall be!’
XXXIV
Then till ’t1233 they gaed wi’ heart and hand,
The blows fell thick as bickering hail;
And mony a horse ran masterless,
And mony a comely cheek was pale.
XXXV
But Willie was stricken ower the head,
And thro’ the knapscap1234 the sword has gane;
And Harden grat1235 for very rage,
Whan Willie on the grund lay slane.
XXXVI
But he’s ta’en aff his gude steel cap,
And thrice he’s waved it in the air—
The Dinlay snaw was ne’er mair white
Nor the lyart1236 locks of Harden’s hair.
XXXVII
‘Revenge! revenge!’ auld Wat ’gan cry;
‘Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie!
We’ll ne’er see Tiviot-side again,
Or Willie’s death revenged sall be.’
XXXVIII
O mony a horse ran masterless,
The splinter’d lances flew on hie;
But or they wan to the Kershope ford,
The Scotts had gotten the victory.
XXXIX
John o’ Brigham there was slane,
And John o’ Barlow, as I heard say;
And thirty mae o’ the Captain’s men
Lay bleeding on the grund that day.
XL
The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh,
And broken was his right leg-bane;
If he had lived this hundred years,
He had never been loved by woman again.
XLI
‘Hae back the kye!’ the Captain said;
‘Dear kye, I trow, to some they be!
For gin I suld live a hundred years,
There will ne’er fair lady smile on me.’
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 lourd1237 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 Wudspurs1238,
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?’—
XLVII
‘It’s I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye,
I winna layne my name frae thee!
And I will loose out the Captain’s kye,
In scorn of a’ his men and he.’
XLVIII
Whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,
They were a wellcum sight to see!
For instead of his ain ten milk kye,
Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.
XLIX
And he has paid the rescue shot,
Baith wi’ gowd and white monie;
And at the burial o’ Willie Scott,
I wat was mony a weeping e’e.
Footnotes
1221 laigh = low.
1222 peel = stronghold, keep.
1223 rowing = rolling.
1224 gryming = sprinkling.
1225 fraye = fright, alarm.
1226 ca’s = calves.
1227 minnie = mother.
1228 warn the water = raise the cry along the waterside.
1229 outspeckle = laughing-stock.
1230 layne = lie, falsen.
1231 ware, &c. = spend, use my mother’s calf-skin whip.
1232 toom = empty.
1233 till ’t = to it.
1234 knapscap = headpiece.
1235 grat = wept.
1236 lyart = grizzled.
1237 lourd = liefer, rather.
1238 wudspurs = hotspur, or madspur.