Majesty’s chamber, and in great favor both with the king and queen, was
discovered to have the like dealing with Bothwell, and, being committed
to the keeping of the guard, escaped by the policy of one of the Dutch
maids, with whom he entertained a secret love. The gentlewoman, named
Mistress Margaret Twinslace, coming one night, whilst the king and queen
were in bed, to his keepers, shewed that the king called for the
prisoner, to ask of him some question. The keepers, suspecting nothing,
for they knew her to be the principal maid in the chamber, conveyed him
to the door of the bed-chamber, and making a stay without, as they were
commanded, the gentlewoman did let him down at a window, by a cord that
she had prepared. The keepers, waiting upon his return, staid there till
the morning, and then found themselves deceived. This, with the manner
of the escape, ministered great occasion of laughter; and not many days
after, the king being pacified by the queen’s means, he was pardoned,
and took to wife the gentlewoman who had in this sort hazarded her
credit for his safety.[292]
The lady, called by Calderwood and Spottiswood a Dutchwoman, but rightly
by Moysie a Dane, was one of a train of her countrywomen who attended
Queen Anne when she came to Scotland in May, 1590. She is called
Mistress Margaret Vinstar in a letter of Robert Bowes to Lord Burghley
of August 12, 1592;[293] Margaret Weiksterne in a charter dated 25th
December, 1594.[294]
Young Logie cannot have received a complete pardon within a few days of
his escape. At a council meeting, September 14, 1592, it is ordered that
Wemyss of Logie the younger, having failed to appear this day to answer
touching the ‘intercommuning and having intelligence with Francis,
sometime Earl Bothwell,’ be denounced rebel.[295]
#A.# Young Logie is a prisoner, in Carmichael’s[296] keeping, and May
Margaret, who is enamored of him, is weeping for his expected death. The
queen can do nothing, and tells her that she must go to the king himself
to beg the life of her lover. She goes, accordingly, but gets an ill
answer: all the gold in Scotland shall not save Young Logie. In this
strait she steals the king’s comb and the queen’s knife, and sends them
to Carmichael as tokens that Logie is to be discharged. She provides the
young man with money, and gives him a pair of pistols, which he is to
fire in sign that he is at liberty. The king hears the ‘volley’ from his
bed, and by his peculiar sagacity recognizes the shot of Young Logie. He
sends for Carmichael, and learning that the prisoner was set free in
virtue of a royal token, says, You will make his place good tomorrow.
Carmichael hurries to Margaret, and wants a word with Logie. Margaret,
with a laugh, tells him that the bird is flown. The young pair severally
take ship and are married.
In #B#, the queen, instead of referring Margaret to the king as the only
resource, herself undertakes to save the young man’s life. She asks it
of her consort as her first boon; the king makes her the same answer
which he gives Margaret in #A#, All the gold in Scotland will not buy
mercy. Margaret, in desperation, wishes to kill herself, but the queen
will put her in a better way to save her lover. The queen steals the
prison-keys, and the story proceeds as before. The king threatens to
hang all his gaolers, to the number of thirty and three. The gaolers
plead that they received the keys (which are also thirty and three) with
a strict command to enlarge the prisoner. The queen says that, if the
gaolers are to hang, a beginning must be made with her.
#B# substitutes Ochiltrie for Logie. Andrew Stewart, Lord of Ochiltrie,
was an active partisan of Bothwell (see the preceding ballad), and at a
council-meeting on May 2, 1594 (the same meeting at which a caution of
three hundred merks was required for Young Logie), was ordered to be
denounced rebel for not appearing to answer touching his “tressounable
attemptattis”; that is, for having been Bothwell’s main helper in the
Raid of Leith, April 3 preceding.[297] So far his case resembles Young
Logie’s, and it may be that the two became confounded in tradition
earlier than the middle of the eighteenth century, about which time #B#
was taken down. But an interchange of names is of the commonest
occurrence in traditional ballads, and perhaps Ochiltrie’s appearance
here no more requires to be accounted for than his figuring, as he does,
in one of the versions of ‘The Broom of Cowdenknows.’
Although the queen had no hand in the freeing of Young Logie, and is not
known even to have winked at it, she stood by Mistress Margaret, and
refused to give her up when requested.[298]
#C# agrees with #B# as to the part taken by the queen in the rescue.
There are but three keepers, and presumably but three keys to steal from
under the king’s head, and the queen sends her wedding-ring with the
keys, as a warrant to the keepers. In 5, Anne is queen of England as
well as queen of Scotland; but we cannot expect that a stall-ballad of
this century should be nice about a matter of eleven years.
The offence for which Young Logie is to die in #D# is the stealing of a
kiss “from the queen’s marie,” which shows a high appreciation of the
discipline at James’s court. The queen counterfeits the king’s hand and
steals his right glove, and sends the forged paper and the glove to
“Pitcairn’s walls” as authority for the liberation of the prisoner. The
king, looking over his castle-wall, sees Young Logie approaching, and
his exclamation at the sight brings the queen to an instantaneous
confession of what she has done. The king very good-naturedly overlooks
the offence and absolves the lover for whom it was committed.
Translated from Motherwell by Wolff, Halle der Völker, I, 73.
A
Scott’s Minstrelsy, 1833, III, 128, “as recited by a gentleman
residing near Biggar.”
1
I will sing, if ye will hearken,
If ye will hearken unto me;
The king has taen a poor prisoner,
The wanton laird o Young Logie.
2
Young Logie’s laid in Edinburgh chapel,
Carmichael’s the keeper o the key;
And May Margaret’s lamenting sair,
A’ for the love of Young Logie.
3
‘Lament, lament na, May Margaret,
And of your weeping let me be;
For ye maun to the king himsell,
To seek the life of Young Logie.’
4
May Margaret has kilted her green cleiding,
And she has curld back her yellow hair:
‘If I canna get Young Logie’s life,
Farewell to Scotland for evermair!’
5
When she came before the king,
She knelit lowly on her knee:
‘O what’s the matter, May Margaret?
And what needs a’ this courtesie?’
6
‘A boon, a boon, my noble liege,
A boon, a boon, I beg o thee,
And the first boon that I come to crave
Is to grant me the life of Young Logie.’
7
‘O na, O na, May Margaret,
Forsooth, and so it mauna be;
For a’ the gowd o fair Scotland
Shall not save the life of Young Logie.’
8
But she has stown the king’s redding-kaim,
Likewise the queen her wedding knife,
And sent the tokens to Carmichael,
To cause Young Logie get his life.
9
She sent him a purse o the red gowd,
Another o the white monie;
She sent him a pistol for each hand,
And bade him shoot when he gat free.
10
When he came to the Tolbooth stair,
There he let his volley flee;
It made the king in his chamber start,
Een in the bed where he might be.
11
‘Gae out, gae out, my merrymen a’,
And bid Carmichael come speak to me;
For I’ll lay my life the pledge o that
That yon’s the shot o Young Logie.’
12
When Carmichael came before the king,
He fell low down upon his knee;
The very first word that the king spake
Was, Where’s the laird of Young Logie?
13
Carmichael turnd him round about,
I wot the tear blinded his ee:
‘There came a token frae your Grace
Has taen away the laird frae me.’
14
‘Hast thou playd me that, Carmichael?
And hast thou playd me that?’ quoth he;
‘The morn the Justice Court’s to stand,
And Logie’s place ye maun supplie.’
15
Carmichael’s awa to Margaret’s bower,
Even as fast as he may dree:
‘O if Young Logie be within,
Tell him to come and speak with me.’
16
May Margaret turnd her round about,
I wot a loud laugh laughed she:
‘The egg is chippd, the bird is flown,
Ye’ll see nae mair of Young Logie.’
17
The tane is shipped at the pier of Leith,
The tother at the Queen’s Ferrie,
And she’s gotten a father to her bairn,
The wanton laird of Young Logie.
B
Herd, The Ancient and Modern Scots Songs, 1769, p. 240.
1
O listen, gude peopell, to my tale,
Listen to what I tel to thee;
The king has taiken a poor prisoner,
The wanton laird of Ochiltrie.
2
When news came to our guidly queen,
Sche sicht, and said right mournfullie,
‘O what will cum of Lady Margret!
Wha beirs sick luve to Ochiltrie.’
3
Lady Margret tore hir yellow hair
When as the queen tald hir the saim:
‘I wis that I had neir bin born,
Nor neir had knawn Ochiltrie’s naim!’
4
‘Fie, na!’ quoth the queen, ‘that maunna be;
Fie, na! that maunna be;
I’ll fynd ye out a better way
To saif the lyfe of Ochiltrie.’
5
The queen sche trippit up the stair,
And lowlie knielt upon hir knie:
‘The first boon which I cum to craive
Is the life of gentel Ochiltrie.’
6
‘O iff you had askd me castels or towirs,
I wad hae gin thaim, twa or thrie;
Bot a’ the monie in fair Scotland
Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie.’
7
The queen sche trippit down the stair,
And down she gade richt mournfullie:
‘It’s a’ the monie in fair Scotland
Winna buy the lyfe of Ochiltrie!’
8
Lady Margaret tore her yellow hair
When as the queen tald hir the saim:
‘I’ll tak a knife and end my lyfe,
And be in the grave as soon as him!’
9
‘Ah, na! Fie, na!’ quoth the queen,
‘Fie, na! Fie, na! this maunna be;
I’ll set ye on a better way
To loose and set Ochiltrie frie.’
10
The queen sche slippit up the stair,
And sche gaid up richt privatlie,
And sche has stoun the prison-keys,
And gane and set Ochiltrie frie.
11
And sche’s gien him a purse of gowd,
And another of whyt monie;
Sche’s gien him twa pistoles by ’s syde,
Saying to him, Shute, when ye win frie.
12
And when he cam to the queen’s window,
Whaten a joyfou shute gae he!
‘Peace be to our royal queen,
And peace be in hir companie!’
13
‘O whaten a voyce is that?’ quoth the king,
‘Whaten a voyce is that?’ quoth he;
‘Whaten a voyce is that?’ quoth the king;
‘I think it’s the voyce of Ochiltrie.
14
‘Call to me a’ my gaolours,
Call thaim by thirtie and by thrie;
Whairfoir the morn, at twelve a clock,
It’s hangit schall they ilk ane be.’
15
‘O didna ye send your keyis to us?
Ye sent thaim be thirtie and be thrie,
And wi thaim sent a strait command
To set at lairge young Ochiltrie.’
16
‘Ah, na! Fie, na!’ quoth the queen,
‘Fie, my dear luve, this maunna be!
And iff ye’re gawn to hang thaim a’,
Indeed ye maun begin wi me.’
17
The tane was schippit at the pier of Leith,
The ither at the Queen’s Ferrie,
And now the lady has gotten hir luve,
The winsom laird of Ochiltrie.
C
A stall-copy, printed by M. Randall, Stirling.
1
The young laird of Logie is to prison cast;
Carmichael’s the keeper of the key;
Lady Margaret, the queen’s cousin, is very sick,
And it’s all for love of Young Logie.
2
She’s into the queen’s chamber gone,
She has kneeld low down on her knee;
Says she, You must go to the king yourself;
It’s all for a pardon to Young Logie.
3
The queen is unto the king’s chamber gone,
She has kneeld low down on her knee:
‘O what is the matter, my gracious queen?
And what means all this courtesie?
4
‘Have I not made thee queen of fair Scotland?
The queen of England I trow thou be;
Have not I made thee my wedded wife?
Then what needs all this courtesie?’
5
‘You have made me queen of [fair] Scotland,
The queen of England I surely be;
Since you have made me your wedded wife,
Will you grant a pardon for Young Logie?’
6
The king he turned him right round about,
I think an angry man was he:
‘The morrow, before it is twelve o’clock,
O hangd shall the laird of Logie be.’
7
The queen she’s into her chamber gone,
Amongst her maries, so frank and free;
‘You may weep, you may weep, Margaret,’ she says,
‘For hanged must the laird of Logie be.’
8
She has torn her silken scarf and hood,
And so has she her yellow hair:
‘Now fare you well, both king and queen,
And adieu to Scotland for ever mair!’
9
She has put off her goun of silk,
And so has she her gay clothing:
‘Go fetch me a knife, and I’ll kill myself,
Since the laird of Logie is not mine.’
10
Then out bespoke our gracious queen,
And she spoke words most tenderlie;
‘Now hold your hand, Lady Margaret,’ she said,
‘And I’ll try to set Young Logie free.’
11
She’s up into the king’s chamber gone,
And among his nobles so free;
‘Hold away, hold away!’ says our gracious king,
‘No more of your pardons for Young Logie.
12
‘Had you but askd me for houses and land,
I would have given you castles three;
Or anything else shall be at your command,
But only a pardon for Young Logie.’
13
‘Hold your hand now, my sovereign liege,
And of your anger let it be;
For the innocent blood of Lady Margret
It will rest on the head of thee and me.’
14
The king and queen are gone to their bed,
But as he was sleeping so quietly,
She has stole the keys from below his head,
And has sent to set Young Logie free.
15
Young Logie he’s on horseback got,
Of chains and fetters he’s got free;
As he passd by the king’s window,
There he has fired vollies three.
16
The king he awakend out of his sleep,
Out of his bed came hastilie;
Says, I’ll lay all my lands and rents
That yonder’s the laird of Logie free.’
17
The king has sent to the prison strong,
He has calld for his keepers three;
Says, How does all your prisoners?
And how does the young laird of Logie?
18
‘Your Majesty sent me your wedding-ring,
With your high command to set him free;’
‘Then tomorrow, before that I eat or drink,
I surely will hang you keepers three.’
19
Then out bespoke our gracious queen,
And she spoke words most tenderlie;
‘If ever you begin to hang a man for this,
Your Majesty must begin with me.’
20
The one took shipping at [the pier of] Leith,
The other at the Queen’s Ferrie;
Lady Margaret has gotten the man she loves,
I mean the young laird of Logie.
D
Harris MS., fol. 16; from Mrs Harris’s recitation.
1
Pretty is the story I hae to tell,
Pretty is the praisin o itsel,
An pretty is the prisner oor king’s tane,
The rantin young laird o Logie.
2
Has he brunt? or has he slain?
Or has he done any injurie?
Oh no, no, he’s done nothing at all,
But stown a kiss frae the queen’s marie.
3
Ladie Margaret cam doon the stair,
Wringin her hands an tearin her hair;
Cryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,
Aye to see Young Logie dee!
4
‘Had your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,
An a’ your weepin lat a bee!
For I’ll gae to the king my sell,
An plead for life to Young Logie.’
5
‘First whan I to Scotland cam,
You promised to gie me askens three;
The first then o these askens is
Life for the young laird o Logie.’
6
‘If you had asked house or lands,
They suld hae been at your command;
But the morn, ere I taste meat or drink,
High hanged sall Young Logie be.’
7
Lady Margaret cam doon the stair,
Wringin her hands an tearin her hair;
Cryin, Oh, that ever I to Scotland cam,
A’ to see Young Logie dee!
8
‘Haud your tongue noo, Lady Margaret,
An a’ your weepin lat a bee!
For I’ll counterfiet the king’s hand-write,
An steal frae him his richt hand gloe,
An send them to Pitcairn’s wa’s,
A’ to lat Young Logie free.’
9
She counterfieted the king’s hand-write,
An stole frae him his richt hand gloe,
An sent them to Pitcairn’s wa’s,
A’ to let Young Logie free.
10
The king luikit owre his castle-wa,
Was luikin to see what he cald see:
‘My life to wad an my land to pawn,
Yonder comes the young laird o Logie!’
11
‘Pardon, oh pardon! my lord the king,
Aye I pray you pardon me;
For I counterfieted your hand-write,
An stole frae you your richt hand gloe,
An sent them to Pitcairn’s wa’s,
A’ to set Young Logie free.’
12
‘If this had been done by laird or lord,
Or by baron of high degree,
I’se mak it sure, upon my word,
His life suld hae gane for Young Logie.
13
‘But since it is my gracious queen,
A hearty pardon we will gie,
An for her sake we’ll free the loon,
The rantin young laird o Logie.’
E
Motherwell’s Minstrelsy, p. 56, the third stanza; from recitation.
May Margaret sits in the queen’s bouir,
Knicking her fingers ane be ane,
Cursing the day that she ere was born,
Or that she ere heard o Logie’s name.
* * * * *
#B.#
6^1. and towirs _in ed._ 1776.
Qu _in_ what, etc., _is rendered by_ w, _and_ z _in_ ze, _etc.,
by_ y.
#C.#
_Maidment’s copy has some slight variations, such as often occur
in different issues of stall-prints._
1^3. very very.
1^4. the love.
3^1. into.
4^2. you be.
6^4. It’s hanged.
7^1. her own.
7^2. and so free.
7^3. Lady Margret.
8^1. tore.
8^2, 9^2. she has.
8^3. ye.
11^1. up to.
14^2. beds.
18^2. commands.
19^3. you do hang.
20^1. at the pier of.
#D.#
2^1. _Perhaps_ brent.
6^1. _Perhaps_ houses.
10^2. _Perhaps_ culd.
183
WILLIE MACINTOSH
#A.# ‘Burning of Auchindown.’ #a.# The Thistle of Scotland, p. 106. b.
Whitelaw, The Book of Scottish Ballads, p. 248.
#B.# ‘Willie Mackintosh,’ Finlay’s Scottish Ballads, II, 89.
The murder of the “Bonny Earl of Murray” was the occasion of serious
commotions in the North Highlands. Towards the end of the year 1592, the
Macintoshes of the Clan Chattan, who of all the faction of Murray “most
eagerly endeavored to revenge his death,” invaded the estates of the
Earl of Huntly, and killed four gentlemen of the surname of Gordon.
Huntly retaliated, “and rade into Pettie (which was then in the
possession of the Clan Chattan), where he wasted and spoiled all the
Clan Chattan’s lands, and killed divers of them. But as the Earl of
Huntly had returned home from Pettie, he was advertised that William
Macintosh with eight hundred of Clan Chattan were spoiling his lands of
Cabrach: whereupon Huntly and his uncle Sir Patrick Gordon of
Auchindown, with some few horsemen, made speed towards the enemy,
desiring the rest of his company to follow him with all possible
diligence, knowing that if once he were within sight of them they would
desist from spoiling the country. Huntly overtook the Clan Chattan
before they left the bounds of Cabrach, upon the head of a hill called
Stapliegate, where, without staying for the rest of his men, he invaded
them with these few he then had. After a sharp conflict he overthrew
them, chased them, killed sixty of their ablest men, and hurt William
Macintosh with divers others of his company.”[299]
Two William Macintoshes are confounded in the ballad. The burning of
Auchindown is attributed, rightly or wrongly, to an earlier William,
captain of the clan, who, in August, 1550, was formally convicted of
conspiracy against the life of the Earl of Huntly, then lieutenant in
the north, sentenced to lose his life and lands, and, despite a pledge
to the contrary, executed shortly after by the Countess of Huntly.[300]
Auchindown castle is on the banks of the Fiddich, #B# 1. By Cairn Croom,
#A# 4, is meant, I suppose, the noted Cairngorm mountain, at the
southern extremity of Banffshire.
A
#a.# The Thistle of Scotland, p. 106, 1823. #b.# Whitelaw, The Book
of Scottish Ballads, p. 248; from an Aberdeen newspaper of about
1815.
1
‘Turn, Willie Macintosh,
Turn, I bid you;
Gin ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly will head you.’
2
‘Head me or hang me,
That canna fley me;
I’ll burn Auchendown,
Ere the life lea me.’
3
Coming down Deeside,
In a clear morning,
Auchindown was in flame,
Ere the cock-crawing.
4
But coming oer Cairn Croom,
And looking down, man,
I saw Willie Macintosh
Burn Auchindown, man.
5
‘Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare left ye your men?’
‘I left them in the Stapler,
But they’ll never come hame.’
6
‘Bonny Willie Macintosh,
Whare now is your men?’
‘I left them in the Stapler,
Sleeping in their sheen.’
B
Finlay’s Scottish Ballads, II, 89, 1808, as recollected by a lady
and communicated by Walter Scott.
1
As I came in by Fiddich-side,
In a May morning,
I met Willie Mackintosh,
An hour before the dawning.
2
‘Turn again, turn again,
Turn again, I bid ye;
If ye burn Auchindown,
Huntly he will head ye.’
3
‘Head me, hang me,
That sall never fear me;
I’ll burn Auchindown
Before the life leaves me.’
4
As I came in by Auchindown,
In a May morning,
Auchindown was in a bleeze,
An hour before the dawning.
* * * * *
5
Crawing, crawing,
For my crowse crawing,
I lost the best feather i my wing
For my crowse crawing.
* * * * *
#A. b.#
1^2. Turn, turn.
1^3. If you.
2^2. That winna.
3 _wanting._
4^1. But _wanting_.
_After_ 4:
Light was the mirk hour
At the day-dawing,
For Auchindoun was in flames
Ere the cock-crawing.
5, 6 _wanting._
184
THE LADS OF WAMPHRAY
Glenriddell MSS, XI, 34, 1791.
‘Lads of Wamphray, ane old ballad, sometimes called The Galiard,’ is the
superscription in the manuscript. Printed in Scott’s Minstrelsy, I, 208,
1802, II, 148, 1833; with the omission of 4 and 36, the insertion of
four verses after 8, two transpositions, and some changes of language.
“The following song celebrates the skirmish, in 1593, betwixt the
Johnstones and Crichtons, which led to the revival of the ancient
quarrel betwixt Johnstone and Maxwell, and finally to the battle of
Dryffe Sands, in which the latter lost his life. Wamphray is the name of
a parish in Annandale. Lethenhall was the abode of Johnstone of
Wamphray, and continued to be so till of late years. William Johnstone
of Wamphray, called the Galliard, was a noted freebooter. A place near
the head of Teviotdale retains the name of the Galliard’s Faulds
(folds), being a valley, where he used to secrete and divide his spoil
with his Liddesdale and Eskdale associates. His _nom de guerre_ seems to
have been derived from the dance called the galliard. The word is still
used in Scotland to express an active, gay, dissipated character. Willie
of the Kirkhill, nephew to the Galliard, and his avenger, was also a
noted Border robber.”
“Leverhay, Stefenbiggen, Girth-head, etc., are all situated in the
parish of Wamphray. The Biddes-burn, where the skirmish took place
betwixt the Johnstones and their pursuers, is a rivulet which takes its
course among the mountains on the confines of Nithesdale and Annandale.
The Wellpath is a pass by which the Johnstones were retreating to their
fastnesses in Annandale. Ricklaw-holm is a place upon the Evan water,
which falls into the Annan below Moffat. Wamphray-gate was in these days
an alehouse.” Scott’s Minstrelsy, I, 208 ff., ed. 1802.
This affair is briefly noticed in the Historie of King James the Sext in
the following terms: “Sum unbrydlit men of Johnestons ... hapnit to ryd
a steiling in the moneth of Julij this present yeir of God 1593, in the
lands and territoreis pertening to the Lord Sanquhar and the knyghtis of
Drumlanryg, Lag and Closburne, upon the watter of Nyth; whare, attoure
the great reaf and spulye that thay tuik away with violent hand, thay
slew and mutilat a great nomber of men wha stude for defence of thair
awin geir and to reskew the same from the hands of sik vicious
revers.”[301] P. 297.
It is hard to determine whether the first eight stanzas of the ballad
are anything more than a prelude, and whether 5, 7 note the customary
practice of the Lads of Wamphray, or anticipate, as is done in 3,
certain points in the story which follows. The gap after 8 is filled by
Scott with verses which describe the Galliard as incapable of keeping
his hands from another man’s horse, and as having gone to Nithsdale to
steal Sim Crichton’s dun. The Galliard makes an unlucky selection from
the Crichton stable, and takes a blind horse instead of the coveted dun.
Under the impression that he has the right beast, he calls out to Sim to
come out and see a Johnstone ride. The Crichtons mount for pursuit; the
Galliard sees that they will be up with him, and tries to hide behind a
willow-bush. Resistance is vain, for there is no other man by but Will
of Kirkhill; entreaties and promises are bootless; the Crichtons hang
the Galliard high. Will of Kirkhill vows to avenge his uncle’s death,
and to this end goes back to Wamphray and raises a large band of riders,
who proceed to Nithsdale and drive off the Crichtons’ cattle. On the
return the Johnstones are followed or intercepted by the Crichtons; a
fight ensues, and the Crichtons suffer severely. Will of Kirkhill boasts
that he has killed a man for every finger of the Galliard. The
Johnstones drive the Crichtons’ nout to Wamphray.[302]
There is a story, not sufficiently authenticated, that Lord Maxwell,
while engaged in single combat with Johnstone, at the battle of
Dryfesands, “was slain behind his back by the cowardly hands of Will of
Kirkhill.” The New Statistical Account of Scotland, IV, 148, note[B].
1
Twixt the Girthhead and Langwood-end
Livd the Galiard and Galiard’s men.
2
It is the lads of Lethenha,
The greatest rogues among them a’.
3
It is the lads of Leverhay,
That drove the Crichtons’ gier away.