Francis James Child

“ Till out and spak him William's Wat,
'O whae's this brings the fray to me?'
'It's I, Jamie Telfer o the Fair Dodhead,
A harried man I think I be;
The Captain o Bewcastle has driven my gear;
For God's sake, rise and succour me!'
'Alas for wae!' quo William's Wat,
'Alack, for thee my heart is sair! ”

“ Lay bleeding on the grund that day.
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. ”

“ Or, by the faith of my body,' quo Willie Scott,
'I'se ware my dame's cauf's skin on thee.'
'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.'
'Set on them, lads!' quo Willie than;
'Fye, lads, set on them cruellie!
For ere they win to the Ritterford,
Mony a toom saddle there sall be!'
Then till't they gaed, wi heart and hand;
The blows fell thick as bickering hail ”