As Mr. Henderson says, “it contains many evident corruptions,”
“Jock on his lively bay, Wat’s on his white horse behind.”
There is an example of what the original author could not have written!
We do not know how good _Jock_ was when he left his poet’s hands; and
Scott has not touched him up. We cannot estimate the original excellence
of any traditional poem by the state in which we find it,
Corrupt by every beggar-man,
And soiled by all ignoble use.
CONCLUSIONS
WE have now examined critically the four essentially _Border_ ballads
which Sir Walter is suspected of having “edited” in an unrighteous
manner. Now he helps to forge, and issues _Auld Maitland_. Now he, or
somebody, makes up _Otterburne_, “partly of stanzas from Percy’s
_Reliques_, which have undergone emendations calculated to disguise the
source from which they came, partly of stanzas of modern fabrication, and
partly of a few stanzas and lines from Herd’s version.” {148a} Thirdly,
Scott, it is suggested, knew only what I call “the Elliot version” of
_Jamie Telfer_, perverted that by transposing the _rôles_ of Buccleuch
and Stobs, and added picturesque stanzas in glorification of his
ancestor, Wat of Harden. Fourthly, he is suspected of “writing the whole
ballad” of _Kinmont Willie_, “from beginning to end.”
Of these four charges the first, and most disastrous, we have absolutely
disproved. Scott did not write one verse of the _Auld Maitland_; he
edited it with unusual scrupulosity, for he had but one copy, and an
almost identical recitation. He could not “eke and alter” by adding
verses from other texts, as he did in _Otterburne_.
Secondly, Scott did not make up _Otterburne_ in the way suggested by his
critic. He took Hogg’s MS., and I have shown minutely what that MS. was,
and he edited it in accordance with his professed principles. He made “a
standard text.” It is only to be regretted that Hogg did not take down
_verbatim_ the words of his two reciters and narrators, and that Scott
did not publish Hogg’s version, with his letter, in his notes; but that
was not his method, nor the method of his contemporaries.
Thirdly, as to _Jamie Telfer_, long ago I wrote, opposite
“The lyart locks of Harden’s hair,”
_aut Jacobus aut Diabolus_, meaning that either James Hogg or the devil
composed that stanza. I was wrong. Hogg had nothing to do with it; on
internal evidence Scott was the maker. But that he transposed the Scott
and Elliot _rôles_ is incapable of proof; and I have shown that such
perversions were made in very early times, where national, not clan
prejudices were concerned. I have also shown that Scott’s version
contains matter not in the Elliot version, matter injurious to the poem,
as in one stanza, certainly not composed by himself, the stanza being an
inappropriate stray formula from other ballads. But, in the absence of
manuscript materials I can only produce presumptions, not proofs.
Lastly, _Kinmont Willie_, and Scott’s share in it, is matter of
presumption, not of proof. He had been in quest of the ballad, as we
know from his list of _desiderata_; he says that what he got was
“mangled” by reciters, and that, in what he got, one river was mentioned
where topography requires another. He also admits that, in the three
ballads of rescues, he placed passages where they had most poetical
appropriateness. My arguments to show that Satchells had memory of a
Kinmont ballad will doubtless appeal with more or less success, or with
none, to different students. That an indefinite quantity of the ballad,
and improvements on the rest, are Scott’s, I cannot doubt, from evidence
of style.
“Sir Walter Scott it is impossible to assail, however much the scholarly
conscience may disapprove,” says Mr. Kittredge. {150a} Not much is to be
taken by assailing him! “Business first, pleasure afterwards,” as,
according to Sam Weller, Richard III. said, when he killed Henry VI.
before smothering the princes in the Tower. I proceed to pleasure in the
way of presenting imitations of “the traditional ballad” which “appears
to be inimitable by any person of literary cultivation,” according to Mr.
Kittredge.
IMITATIONS OF BALLADS
The three following ballads are exhibited in connection with Mr.
Kittredge’s opinion that neither poet nor poetaster can imitate, to-day,
the traditional ballad. Of course, not one of my three could now take in
an expert, for he would ask for documentary evidence of their antiquity.
But I doubt if Mr. Kittredge can find any points in my three imitations
which infallibly betray their modernity.
The first, _Simmy o’ Whythaugh_, is based on facts in the Border
despatches. Historically the attempt to escape from York Castle failed;
after the prisoners had got out they were recaptured.
The second ballad, _The Young Ruthven_, gives the traditional view of the
slaying of the Ruthvens in their own house in Perth, on 5th August 1600.
The third, _The Dead Man’s Dance_, combines the horror of the ballads of
_Lizzy Wan_ and _The Bonny Hind_, with that of the Romaic ballad, in
English, _The Suffolk Miracle_ (Child, No. 272).
I—SIMMY O’ WHYTHAUGH
O, will ye hear o’ the Bishop o’ York,
O, will ye hear o’ the Armstrongs true,
How they hae broken the Bishop’s castle,
And carried himsel’ to the bauld Buccleuch?
They were but four o’ the Lariston kin,
They were but four o’ the Armstrong name,
Wi’ stout Sim Armstrong to lead the band,
The Laird o’ Whythaugh, I mean the same.
They had done nae man an injury,
They had na robbed, they had na slain,
In pledge were they laid for the Border peace,
In the Bishop’s castle to dree their pain.
The Bishop he was a crafty carle,
He has ta’en their red and their white monie,
But the muddy water was a’ their drink,
And dry was the bread their meat maun be.
“Wi’ a ged o’ airn,” did Simmy say,
“And ilka man wi’ a horse to ride,
We aucht wad break the Bishop’s castle,
And carry himsel’ to the Liddel side.
“The banks o’ Whythaugh I sall na see,
I never sall look upon wife and bairn;
I wad pawn my saul for my gude mear, Jean,
I wad pawn my saul for a ged o’ airn.”
There was ane that brocht them their water and bread;
His gude sire, he was a kindly Scot,
Says “Your errand I’ll rin to the Laird o’ Cessford,
If ye’ll swear to pay me the rescue shot.”
Then Simmy has gi’en him his seal and ring,
To the Laird o’ Cessford has ridden he—
I trow when Sir Robert had heard his word
The tear it stood in Sir Robert’s e’e.
“And sall they starve him, Simmy o’ Whythaugh,
And sall his bed be the rotten strae?
I trow I’ll spare neither life nor gear,
Or ever I live to see that day!
“Gar bring up my horses,” Sir Robert he said,
“I bid ye bring them by three and three,
And ane by ane at St. George’s close,
At York gate gather your companie.”
Oh, some rade like corn-cadger men,
And some like merchants o’ linen and hose;
They slept by day and they rade by nicht,
Till they a’ convened at St. George’s close.
Ilka mounted man led a bridded mear,
I trow they had won on the English way;
Ilka belted man had a brace o’ swords,
To help their friends to fend the fray.
Then Simmy he heard a hoolet cry
In the chamber strang wi’ never a licht;
“That’s a hoolet, I ken,” did Simmy say,
“And I trow that Teviotdale’s here the nicht!”
They hae grippit a bench was clamped wi’ steel,
Wi’ micht and main hae they wrought, they four,
They hae burst it free, and rammed wi’ the bench,
Till they brake a hole in the chamber door.
“Lift strae frae the beds,” did Simmy say;
To the gallery window Simmy sped,
He has set his strength to a window bar,
And bursten it out o’ the binding lead.
He has bursten the bolts o’ the Elliot men,
Out ower the window the strae cast he,
For they bid to loup frae the window high,
And licht on the strae their fa’ would be.
To the Bishop’s chamber Simmy ran;
“Oh, sleep ye saft, my Lord!” says he;
“Fu’ weary am I o’ your bread and water,
Ye’se hae wine and meat when ye dine wi’ me.”
He has lifted the loon across his shoulder;
“We maun leave the hoose by the readiest way!”
He has cast him doon frae the window high,
And a’ to hansel the new fa’n strae!
Then twa by twa the Elliots louped,
The Armstrongs louped by twa and twa.
“I trow, if we licht on the auld fat Bishop,
That nane the harder will be the fa’!”
They rade by nicht and they slept by day;
I wot they rade by an unkenned track;
“The Bishop was licht as a flea,” said Sim,
“Or ever we cam’ to the Liddel rack.”
Then “Welcome, my Lord,” did Simmy say,
“We’ll win to Whythaugh afore we dine,
We hae drunk o’ your cauld and ate o’ your dry,
But ye’ll taste o’ our Liddesdale beef and wine.”
II—THE YOUNG RUTHVEN
The King has gi’en the Queen a gift,
For her May-day’s propine,
He’s gi’en her a band o’ the diamond-stane,
Set in the siller fine.
The Queen she walked in Falkland yaird,
Beside the hollans green,
And there she saw the bonniest man
That ever her eyes had seen.
His coat was the Ruthven white and red,
Sae sound asleep was he
The Queen she cried on May Beatrix,
That bonny lad to see.
“Oh! wha sleeps here, May Beatnix,
Without the leave o’ me?”
“Oh! wha suld it be but my young brother
Frae Padua ower the sea!
“My father was the Earl Gowrie,
An Earl o’ high degree,
But they hae slain him by fause treason,
And gar’d my brothers flee.
“At Padua hae they learned their leir
In the fields o’ Italie;
And they hae crossed the saut sea-faem.
And a’ for love o’ me!”
* * * *
The Queen has cuist her siller band
About his craig o’ snaw;
But still he slept and naething kenned,
Aneth the hollans shaw.
The King was walking thro’ the yaird,
He saw the siller shine;
“And wha,” quo’ he, “is this galliard
That wears yon gift o’ mine?”
The King has gane till the Queen’s ain bower,
An angry man that day;
But bye there cam’ May Beatrix
And stole the band away.
And she’s run in by the little black yett,
Straight till the Queen ran she:
“Oh! tak ye back your siller band,
On it gar my brother dee!”
The Queen has linked her siller band
About her middle sma’;
And then she heard her ain gudeman
Come sounding through the ha’.
“Oh! whare,” he cried, “is the siller band
I gied ye late yestreen?
The knops was a’ o’ the diamond-stane,
Set in the siller sheen.”
“Ye hae camped birling at the wine,
A’ nicht till the day did daw;
Or ye wad ken your siller band
About my middle sma’!”
The King he stude, the King he glowered,
Sae hard as a man micht stare:
“Deil hae me! Like is a richt ill mark,—
Or I saw it itherwhere!
“I saw it round young Ruthven’s neck
As he lay sleeping still;
And, faith, but the wine was wondrous guid,
Or my wife is wondrous ill!”
There was na gane a week, a week,
A week but barely three;
The King has hounded John Ramsay out,
To gar young Ruthven dee!
They took him in his brother’s house,
Nae sword was in his hand,
And they hae slain him, young Ruthven,
The bonniest in the land!
And they hae slain his fair brother,
And laid him on the green,
And a’ for a band o’ the siller fine
And a blink o’ the eye o’ the Queen!
Oh! had they set him man to man,
Or even ae man to three,
There was na a knight o’ the Ramsay bluid
Had gar’d Earl Gowrie dee!
III—THE DEAD MAN’S DANCE
“The dance is in the castle ha’,
And wha will dance wi’ me?”
“There’s never a man o’ living men,
Will dance the nicht wi’ thee!”
Then Margaret’s gane within her bower,
Put ashes on her hair,
And ashes on her bonny breast
And on hen shoulders bare.
There cam’ a knock to her bower-door,
And blythe she let him in;
It was her brother frae the wars,
She lo’ed abune her kin.
“Oh, Willie, is the battle won?
Or are you fled?” said she,
“This nicht the field was won and lost,
A’ in a far countrie.
“This nicht the field was lost and won,
A’ in a far countrie,
And here am I within your bower,
For nane will dance with thee.”
“Put gold upon your head, Margaret,
Put gold upon your hair,
And gold upon your girdle-band,
And on your breast so fair!”
“Nay, nae gold for my breast, Willie,
Nay, nae gold for my hair,
It’s ashes o’ oak and dust o’ earth,
That you and I maun wear!
“I canna dance, I mauna dance,
I daurna dance with thee.
To dance atween the quick and the deid,
Is nae good companie.”
* * *
The fire it took upon her cheek,
It took upon her chin,
Nae Mass was sung, nor bells was rung,
For they twa died in deidly sin.
FOOTNOTES
{0a} Child, part vi. p. 513.
{0b} Child, part x. p. 294.
{1a} Hogg to Scott, 30th June 1802, given later in full.
{2a} See _De Origine_, _Moribus_, _et Rebus Gestis Scotorum_, p. 60
(1578).
{4a} Lockhart, vol. ii. p. 60 (1839).
{8a} Lockhart, vol. ii. pp. 130–135 (1839).
{10a} _Minstrelsy_, iii. 186–198.
{15a} Child, part ix., 187.
{17a} _Further Essays_, p. 184.
{18a} Child, vol. i. p. xxx.
{19a} _Minstrelsy_, 2nd edition, vol iii. (1803).
{19b} _Further Essays_, pp. 247, 248.
{21a} Carruthers, “Abbotsford Notanda,” in R. Chambers’s _Life of
Scott_, pp. 115–117 (1891).
{21b} _Ibid._, _p._ 118.
{23a} Carruthers, “Abbotsford Notanda,” in R. Chambers’s _Life of
Scott_, pp. 115–117 (1891).
{23b} Lockhart, vol. ii. p. 99.
{24a} Lockhart, _Life of Sir Walter Scott_, _Bart._, vol. ii. pp. 99,
100 (1829).
{25} Ritson of 10th April 1802, in his _Letters of Joseph Ritson_,
_Esq._, vol. ii. p. 218. Letter of 10th June 1802, _Ibid._, p. 207.
Ritson returned the original manuscript of _Auld Maitland_ on 28th
February 1803, _Ibid._, p. 230.
{26a} Carruthers, pp. 128, 131.
{30a} _Sweet William’s Ghost_.
{31a} _Further Essays_, pp. 225, 226.
{32a} _Further Essays_, pp. 227–234.
{41a} _Minstrelsy_, vol. iii. pp. 307–310 (1833).
{41b} _Ibid._, vol. iii. p. 314.
{44a} _Publications of the Modern Language Association of America_, xxi.
4, pp. 804–806.
{47a} _Further Essays_, p. 237.
{47b} Carruthers, p. 128.
{47c} Lockhart, vol. ii. pp. 67, 70, 71, 72, 74, 75, 79.
{48a} Craig Brown, _History of Selkirkshire_.
{49a} Child, part ix. p. 185.
{51a} Scott to Laidlaw, 21st January 1803; Carruthers, pp. 121, 122.
{53a} _Further Essays_, p. 45.
{53b} Child, part viii. pp. 499–502.
{53c} _Further Essays_, p. 10, where only two references to sources are
given.
{54a} Child, part vi. p. 292.
{54b} _Ibid._, part ix. p. 243. Herd, 1776; also C. K. Sharpe’s MS.
{59a} Bain, _Calendar_, vol. iv. pp. 87–93.
{62a} This is scarcely accurate. Hogg, in fact, made up one copy, in
two parts, from the recitation of two old persons, as we shall see.
{62b} _Further Essays_, pp. 12–27.
{63a} _Further Essays_, p. 37.
{67a} Scott to Laidlaw, Carruthers, p. 129.
{69a} English version, xi.–xv.
{70a} _Further Essays_, p. 58.
{73a} _Further Essays_, p. 31.
{75a} Godscroft, ed. 1644, p. 100; Child, part vi. p. 295.
{79a} _The Hunting of the Cheviot_, and Herd’s _Otterburn_.
{83a} Herd, and _Complaynte of Scotland_, 1549.
{84a} Child, part ix. p. 244, stanza xiii.
{84b} _Further Essays_, p. 27.
{89} _Further Essays on Border Ballads_, p. 184. Andrew Elliot, 1910.
To be quoted as _F. E. B. B._ The other work on the subject is Colonel
Elliot’s _The Trustworthiness of the Border Ballads_. Blackwoods, 1906.
{91a} _F. E. B. B._, _p._ 199.
{91b} _F. E. B. B._, _p._ 200.
{93a} _Trustworthiness of the Border Ballads_, p. vi.
{95a} Satchells, pp. 13, 14. Edition of 1892.
{95b} _Ibid._, p. 14.
{95c} _Ibid._, part ii. pp. 35, 36.
{97a} _F. E. B. B._, p. 200.
{98a} Child, _English and Scottish Popular Ballads_, part viii. p. 518.
He refers to “Letters I. No. 44” in MS.
{98b} See Sargent and Kittredge’s reduced edition of Child, p. 467,
1905. They publish this Elliot version only. The version has modern
spelling. On this version and its minor variations from Scott’s, I say
more later; Colonel Elliot gives no critical examination of the
variations which seem to me essential.
{99a} _F. E. B. B._, p. 184.
{101a} Robert Scott (the poet Satchells’s father) “had Southinrigg for
his service” to Buccleuch, says Sir William Fraser, in his _Memoirs of
the House of Buccleuch_. (See Satchells, 1892, pp. vii., viii.) But the
“fathers” of Satchells “having dilapidate and engaged their Estate by
Cautionary,” poor Satchells was brought up as a cowherd, till he went to
the wars, and never learned to write, or even, it seems, to read; as he
says in the Dedication of his book to Lord Yester.
{102a} _The Trustworthiness of the Border Ballads_, opp. p. 36.
{103a} _Border Papers_, vol. i. pp. 120–127.
{104a} _Border Papers_, vol. i. p. 106.
{106a} Scrope, in _Border Papers_, vol. ii. pp. 148–152.
{106b} _Border Papers_, vol. ii. p. 307, No. 606.
{107a} _Border Papers_, vol. ii. pp. 299–303
{108a} _Border Papers_, vol. ii. p. 356.
{108b} _F. E. B. B._, p. 161.
{110a} See his _Border Minstrelsy_, vol. ii. p. 15.
{110b} _F. E. B. B._, p. 156.
{111a} _T. B. B._, p. 14.
{112a} _T. B. B._, p. 12.
{112b} _T. B. B._, p. 12.
{113a} _Memoirs of Robert Carey_, p. 98, 1808.
{114a} _T. B. B._, pp. 19, 20.
{115} _T. B. B._, p. 20.
{120a} Child, part vii. p. 5.
{120b} Variant E is a patched-up thing from five or six MS. sources and
a printed “stall copy.” Jamieson published it in 1817. Motherwell had
heard a _cantefable_, or version in alternate prose and verse, which
contained the stanza. It is not identical with stanza xxxii. in Scott’s
_Jamie Telfer_, but runs thus—
My hounds they all go masterless,
My hawks they fly from tree to tree,
My younger brother will heir my lands,
Fair England again I’ll never see.
Child, part ii. p. 454 _et seqq._ The speaker is young Beichan, a
prisoner in the dungeon of a professor of the Moslem faith.
{122a} _F. E. B. B._, pp. 179–185.
{123a} Child, part viii. p. 518.
{125a} Aytoun, in _The Ballads of Scotland_ (vol. i. p. 211), says that
his copy of _Jamie Telfer_ “is almost _verbatim_ the same as that given
in the _Border Minstrelsy_.” He does not tell us where he got his copy;
or why the Captain’s bride’s speech (Sharpe, stanza xxxvi.) differs from
the version in Scott and Sharpe. He gives the stanza which comes last in
Scott’s copy, and is too bad and enfeebling to be attributed to Scott’s
pen. He omits the stanza which has strayed in from other ballads,
“My hounds may a’ rin masterless.”
But as Aytoun confessedly rejected such inappropriate stanzas, he may
have found it in his copy and excised it.
{129a} _Minstrelsy_, vol. iii. p. 76, 1803.
{130a} _Further Essays_, p. 112.
{131a} _Further Essays_, p. 112.
{135a} In _Minstrelsy_, vol. ii. p. 35 (1833).
{139a} _Further Essays_, p. 124.
{139b} _Border Papers_, vol. ii. p. 367.
{140a} _Further Essays_, pp. 123, 124.
{140b} _Border Papers_, vol. ii. p. 121.
{142a} _Further Essays_, p. 125.
{142b} Birrell’s _Diary_ vouches for the irons.
{142c} _Further Essays_, p. 128.
{146a} Sargent and Kittredge, pp. xxix., xxx.
{147a} Hales and Furnivall, ii. pp. 205–207.
{148a} _Further Essays_, p. 45.
{150a} _Ballads_, p. xxix.