"Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he; The nevir a word had Dickie to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie. Then on we held for Carlisle toun, And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we crossed, The water was great and meikle of spait, But the never a horse nor man we lost. And when we reached the Staneshaw-bank, The wind was rising loud and hie; And there the Laird garr'd leave our steeds, For fear that they should stamp and neigh. And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began full loud to blaw; But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet, When we cam' beneath the castle wa'. We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders agin the wa'; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell To mount the first before us a'. He has ta'en the watchman by the throat, He flung him down upon the lead: "Had there not been peace between our lands, Upon the other side thou hadst gaed! "Now sound out, trumpets!" quo' Buccleuch; "Let's waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!" Then loud the warden's trumpet blew-- O wha, dare meddle wi' me? Then speedilie to wark we gaed, And raised the slogan ane and a', And cut a hole through a sheet of lead, And so we wan to the castle ha'. They thought King James and a' his men Had won the house wi' bow and spear; It was but twenty Scots and ten, That put a thousand in sic a stear! Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers, We garr'd the bars bang merrilie, Until we cam' to the inner prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie. And when we cam' to the lower prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie,-- "O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou's to die?" "O I sleep saft, and I wake aft; It's lang since sleeping was fley'd frae me; Gie my service back to my wife and bairns, And a' gude fellows that spier for me." Then Red Rowan has hente him up, The starkest man in Teviotdale,-- "Abide, abide now, Red Rowan, Till of my Lord Scroope I tak' farewell. "Farewell, farewell, my gude Lord Scroope! My gude Lord Scroope, farewell!" he cried: "I'll pay you for my lodging maill, When first we meet on the Border side." Then shoulder high, with shout and cry, We bore him doun the ladder lang; At every stride Red Rowan made, I wot the Kinmont's aims played clang "O mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, "I have ridden horse baith wild and wood; But a rougher beast than Red Rowan I ween my legs have ne'er bestrode. "And mony a time," quo' Kinmont Willie, I've pricked a horse out oure the furs; But since the day I backed a steed, I never wore sic cumbrous spurs." We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank, When a' the Carlisle bells were rung, And a thousand men on horse and foot Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along. Buccleuch has turned to Eden Water, Even where it flowed frae bank to brim, And he has plunged in wi' a' his band, And safely swam them through the stream.