"What wants that knave that a king suld have,

But the sword of honour and the crown!


"O whair got thou these targats, Johnie,

"That blink[126] sae brawly abune thy brie?"

"I gat them in the field fechting,

"Where, cruel king, thou durst not be.

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"Had I my horse, and harness gude,

"And riding as I wont to be,

"It suld have been tald this hundred yeir,

"The meeting of my king and me!


"God be with thee, Kirsty,[127] my brother!

"Lang live thou laird of Mangertoun!

"Lang may'st thou live on the border syde,

"Ere thou see thy brother ride up and down!


"And God be with thee, Kirsty, my son,

"Where thou sits on thy nurse's knee!

"But and thou live this hundred yeir,

"Thy father's better thou'lt nevir be.


"Farewell! my bonny Gilnock hall,

"Where on Esk side thou stand est stout!

"Gif I had lived but seven yeirs mair,

"I wad hae gilt thee round about."


John murdered was at Carlinrigg,

And all his gallant cumpanie;

But Scotland's heart was ne'er sae wae,

To see sae mony brave men die—

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Because they saved their countrey deir,

Frae Englishmen! Nane were sae bauld,

Whyle Johnie lived on the border syde,

Nane of them durst cum neir his hauld.




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SUPPLEMENT TO THE BALLAD OF JOHNIE ARMSTRANG.


The editor believes, his readers will not be displeased to see a Bond of Manrent, granted by this border freebooter to the Scottish warden of the west marches, in return for the gift of a feudal casualty of certain lauds particularized. It is extracted from Syme's Collection of Old Writings, MS. penes Dr. Robert Anderson, of Edinburgh.


BOND OF MANRENT.

Be it kend till all men, be thir present letters, me, Johne Armistrang, for to be bound and oblist, and be the tenor of thir present letters, and faith and trewth in my body, lelie and trewlie, bindis and oblissis me and myn airis, to are nobil and michtie lord, Robert Lord Maxwell, wardane of the west marches of Scotland, that, forasmikle as my said lord has given and grantit to me, and mine airis perpetuallie, the nonentries of all and hail the landis underwritten, that is to say, the landis of Dalbetht, Shield, Dalblane, Stapil-Gortown, Langholme, and—with their pertindis, lyand in the lordship of Eskdale, as his gift, maid to me, therupon beris in the self: and that for all the tyme of the nonentres of the samyn. [127] Theirfor, I, the said Johne Armistrang, bindis and oblissis me and myne airis, in manrent and service to the said Robert Lord Maxwell, and his airis, for evermair, first and befor all uthirs, myne allegiance to our soverane lord, the king, allanerly except; and to be trewe, gude, and lele servant to my said lord, and be ready to do him service, baith in pece and weir, with all my kyn, friends, and servants, that I may and dowe to raise, and be and to my said lord's airis for evermair. And sall tak his true and plane part in all maner of actions at myn outer power, and sall nouther wit, hear, nor se my said lordis skaith, lak, nor dishonestie, but we sall stop and lett the samyn, and geif we dowe not lett the samyn, we sall warn him thereof in all possible haist; and geif it happenis me, the said Johne Armistrang, or myne airis, to fail in our said service and manrent, any maner of way, to our said lord (as God forbid we do), than, and in that caiss, the gift and nonentres maid be him to us, of the said landis of Dalbetht, Schield, Dalblane, Stapil-Gortown, Langholme, and—with the pertinentis to be of no avale, force, nor effect; but the said lord and his airis to have free regress and ingress to the nonentres of the samyn, but ony pley or impediment. To the keeping and fulfilling of all and sundry the premisses, in form above writtin, I bind and obliss me and my airis foresaids, to the said lord and his airis for evermare, be the faithis treuthis in our bodies, but fraud or gile. In witness of the whilk thing, to thir letters of manrent subscrievit, with my hand at the pen, my sele is hangin, at Drumfries, the secund day of November, the yeir of God, Jaiv and XXV. yeiris.

JOHNE ARMISTRANG, with my hand

at the pen.


The lands, here mentioned, were the possessions of Armstrong himself, the investitures of which not having been regularly renewed, the feudal casualty of non-entry had been incurred by the vassal. The brother of Johnie Armstrang is said to have founded, or rather repaired, Langholm castle, before which, as mentioned in the ballad, [128] verse 5th, they "ran their horse," and "brake their spears," in the exercise of border chivalry.—Account of the Parish of Langholm, apud Macfarlane's MSS. The lands of Langholm and Staplegorton continued in Armstrong's family; for there is, in the same MS. collection, a similar bond of manrent, granted by "Christofer Armistrang, calit Johne's Pope," on 24th January, 1557, to Lord Johne Lord Maxwell, and to Sir Johne Maxwell of Terreglis, knight, his tutor and governor, in return for the gift of "the males of all and haill the landis whilk are conteint in ane bond made by umquhile Johne Armistrang, my father, to umquhile Robert, Lord Maxwell, gudshore to the said Johne, now Lord Maxwell." It would therefore appear, that the bond of manrent, granted by John Armstrong, had been the price of his release from the feudal penalty arising from his having neglected to procure a regular investiture from his superior. As Johnie only touched the pen, it appears that he could not write.

Christopher Armstrong, above-mentioned, is the person alluded to in the conclusion of the ballad—"God be with thee, Kirsty, my son." He was the father, or grandfather, of William Armstrong, called Christie's Will, a renowned freebooter, some of whose exploits the reader will find recorded in the third volume of this work.



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THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.

NOW FIRST PUBLISHED.

The castle of Lochmaben was formerly a noble building, situated upon a peninsula, projecting into one of the four lakes which are in the neighbourhood of the royal burgh, and is said to have been the residence of Robert Bruce, while lord of Annandale. Accordingly, it was always held to be a royal fortress, the keeping of which, according to the custom of the times, was granted to some powerful lord, with an allotment of lands and fishings, for the defence and maintenance of the place. There is extant a grant, dated 16th March, 1511, to Robert Lauder of the Bass, of the office of captain and keeper of Lochmaben castle, for seven years, with many perquisites. Among others, the "land, stolen frae the king," is bestowed upon the captain, as his proper lands.—What shall we say of a country, where the very ground was the subject of theft?


O heard ye na o' the silly blind Harper,

How lang he lived in Lochmaben town?

And how he wad gang to fair England,

To steal the Lord Warden's Wanton Brown!

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But first he gaed to his gude wyfe,

Wi' a' the haste that he could thole—

"This wark," quo' he, "will ne'er gae weel,

Without a mare that has a foal."


Quo' she—"Thou hast a gude gray mare,

That can baith lance o'er laigh and hie;

Sae set thee on the gray mare's back,

And leave the foal at hame wi' me."


So he is up to England gane,

And even as fast as he may drie;

And when he cam to Carlisle gate,

O whae was there but the Warden, he?


"Come into my hall, thou silly blind Harper,

And of thy harping let me hear!"

"O by my sooth," quo' the silly blind Harper,

I wad rather hae stabling for my mare."


The Warden look'd ower his left shoulder,

And said unto his stable groom—

"Gae take the silly blind Harper's mare,

And tie her beside my Wanton Brown."

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Then aye he harped, and aye he carped[128],

Till a' the lordlings footed the floor;

But an' the music was sae sweet,

The groom had nae mind of the stable door.


And aye he harped, and aye he carped,

Till a' the nobles were fast asleep;

Then quickly he took aff his shoon,

And saftly down the stair did creep.


Syne to the stable door he hied,

Wi' tread as light as light could be;

And when he opened and gaed in,

There he fand thirty steeds and three.


He took a cowt halter[129] frae his hose,

And o' his purpose he did na fail;

He slipt it ower the Wanton's nose,

And tied it to his gray mare's tail.


He turned them loose at the castle gate,

Ower muir and moss and ilka dale;

And she ne'er let the Wanton bait,

But kept him a-galloping hame to her foal.

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The mare she was right swift o' foot,

She did na fail to find the way;

For she was at Lochmaben gate,

A lang three hours before the day.


When she cam to the Harper's door,

There she gave mony a nicker and sneer—[130]

"Rise up," quo' the wife, "thou lazy lass;

Let in thy master and his mare."


Then up she rose, put on her clothes,

And keekit through at the lock-hole—

"O! by my sooth," then cried the lass,

Our mare has gotten a braw brown foal!"


"Come, haud thy tongue, thou silly wench!

The morn's but glancing in your e'e."—

I'll[131] wad my hail fee against a groat,

He's bigger than e'er our foal will be."


Now all this while, in merry Carlisle,

The Harper harped to hie and law;

And the[132] fiend thing dought they do but listen him to,

Until that the day began to daw.

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But on the morn, at fair day light,

When they had ended a' their cheer,

Behold the Wanton Brown was gane,

And eke the poor blind Harper's mare!


"Allace! allace!" quo' the cunning auld Harper,

"And ever allace that I cam here!

In Scotland I lost a braw cowt foal,

In England they've stown my gude gray mare!"


"Come! cease thy allacing, thou silly blind Harper,

And again of thy harping let us hear;

And weel payd sall thy cowt-foal be,

And thou sall have a far better mare."


Then aye he harped, and aye he carped;

Sae sweet were the harpings he let them hear!

He was paid for the foal he had never lost,

And three times ower for the gude GRAY MARE.




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NOTES ON THE LOCHMABEN HARPER.


The only remark which offers itself on the foregoing ballad seems to be, that it is the most modern in which the harp, as a border instrument of music, is found to occur.

I cannot dismiss the subject of Lochmaben, without noticing an extraordinary and anomalous class of landed proprietors, who dwell in the neighbourhood of that burgh. These are the inhabitants of four small villages, near the ancient castle, called the Four Towns of Lochmaben. They themselves are termed the King's Rentallers, or kindly tenants; under which denomination each of them has a right, of an allodial nature, to a small piece of ground. It is said, that these people are the descendants of Robert Bruce's menials, to whom he assigned, in reward of their faithful service, these portions of land, burdened only with the payment of certain quit-rents, and grassums or fines, upon the entry of a new tenant. The right of the rentallers is, in essence, a right of property, but, in form, only a right of lease; of which they appeal for the foundation on the rent-rolls of the lord of the castle and manor. This possession, by rental, or by simple entry upon the rent-roll, was anciently a common, and peculiarly sacred, species of property, granted by a chief to his faithful [135] followers; the connection of landlord and tenant being esteemed of a nature too formal to be necessary, where there was honour upon one side, and gratitude upon the other. But, in the case of subjects granting a right of this kind, it was held to expire with the life of the granter, unless his heir chose to renew it; and also upon the death of the rentaller himself, unless especially granted to his heirs, by which term only his first heir was understood. Hence, in modern days, the kindly tenants have entirely disappeared from the land. Fortunately for the inhabitants of the Four Towns of Lochmaben, the maxim, that the king can never die, prevents their right of property from reverting to the crown. The viscount of Stormonth, as royal keeper of the castle, did, indeed, about the beginning of last century, make an attempt to remove the rentallers from their possessions, or at least to procure judgment, finding them obliged to take out feudal investitures, and subject themselves to the casualties thereto annexed. But the rentallers united in their common defence; and, having stated their immemorial possession, together with some favourable clauses in certain old acts of parliament, enacting, that the king's poor kindly tenants of Lochmaben should not be hurt, they finally prevailed in an action before the Court of Session. From the peculiar state of their right of property, it follows, that there is no occasion for feudal investitures, or the formal entry of an heir; and, of course, when they chuse to convey their lands, it is done by a simple deed of conveyance, without charter or sasine.

The kindly tenants of Lochmaben live (or at least lived till lately) much sequestered from their neighbours, marry among themselves, and are distinguished from each other by soubriquets, according to the ancient border custom, repeatedly noticed You meet, among their writings, with such names as John Out-bye, Will In-bye, White-fish, Red-fish, &c. They are tenaciously obstinate in defence of their privileges of commonty, &c. which are numerous. Their lands are, in general, neatly inclosed, and well cultivated, and they form a contented and industrious little community.

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Many of these particulars are extracted from the MSS. of Mr. Syme, writer to the signet. Those, who are desirous of more information, may consult Craig de Feudis, Lib. II. dig. 9. sec. 24. It is hoped the reader will excuse this digression, though somewhat professional; especially as there can be little doubt, that this diminutive republic must soon share the fate of mightier states; for, in consequence of the increase of commerce, lands possessed under this singular tenure, being now often brought to sale, and purchased by the neighbouring proprietors, will, in process of time, be included in their investitures, and the right of rentallage be entirely forgotten.



[137]

JAMIE TELFER OF THE FAIR DODHEAD.


There is another ballad, under the same title as the following, in which nearly the same incidents are narrated, with little difference, except that the honour of rescuing the cattle is attributed to the Liddesdale Elliots, headed by a chief, there called Martin Elliot of the Preakin Tower, whose son, Simon, is said to have fallen in the action. It is very possible, that both the Tiviotdale Scotts, and the Elliots were engaged in the affair, and that each claimed the honour of the victory.

The editor presumes, that the Willie Scott, here mentioned must have been a natural son of the laird of Buccleuch.

It fell about the Martinmas tyde,

When our border steeds get corn and hay,

The captain, of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,

And he's ower to Tividale to drive a prey.

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The first ae guide that they met wi',

It was high up in Hardhaughswire;

The second guide that they met wi',

It was laigh down in Borthwick water.


"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."


And whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,

Right hastily they clam the peel;

They loosed the kye out, are and a',

And ranshackled[133] the house right weel.


Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair,

The tear aye rowing in his e'e;

He pled wi' the captain to hae his gear,

Or else revenged he wad be.


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 wad fell a mouse!"

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The sun was na up, but the moon was down,

It was the gryming[134] of a new fa'n snaw,

Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,

Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'.


And whan 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 fraye to me?"