"We cold nae gie Sir James's purse, We cold nae gie his brechan; But ye sall ha his bleeding heart, 65 Bot and his bleeding tartan." "Sir James the Rose, O for thy sake My heart is now a breaking, Curs'd be the day I wrocht thy wae, Thou brave heir of Buleighan!" 70 Then up she raise, and furth she gaes, And, in that hour o' tein, She wanderd to the dowie glen, And nevir mair was sein. GRÆME AND BEWICK. From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 69. A single improved reading is adopted from a Newcastle chap-book. "Given, in the first edition, from the recitation of a gentleman, who professed to have forgotten some verses. These have, in the present edition, been partly restored, from a copy obtained by the recitation of an ostler in Carlisle, which has also furnished some slight alterations." "The ballad is remarkable, as containing, probably, the very latest allusion to the institution of brotherhood in arms, which was held so sacred in the days of chivalry, and whose origin may be traced up to the Scythian ancestors of Odin." SCOTT. Gude Lord Græme is to Carlisle gane, Sir Robert Bewick there met he, And arm in arm to the wine they did go, And they drank till they were baith merrie. Gude Lord Græme has ta'en up the cup, 5 "Sir Robert Bewick, and here's to thee! And here's to our twae sons at hame! For they like us best in our ain countrie."-- "O were your son a lad like mine, And learn'd some books that he could read, 10 They might hae been twae brethren bauld, And they might hae bragged the Border side. "But your son's a lad, and he is but bad, And billie to my son he canna be;" * * * * "I sent him to the schools, and he wadna learn;[L15] 15 I bought him books, and he wadna read;[L16] But my blessing shall he never earn, Till I see how his arm can defend his head."-- Gude Lord Græme has a reckoning call'd, A reckoning then called he; 20 And he paid a crown, and it went roun', It was all for the gude wine and free.[L22] And he has to the stable gane, Where there stude thirty steeds and three; He's ta'en his ain horse amang them a', 25 And hame he rade sae manfullie. "Welcome, my auld father!" said Christie Græme, "But where sae lang frae hame were ye?"-- "It's I hae been at Carlisle town, And a baffled man by thee I be. 30 "I hae been at Carlisle town, Where Sir Robert Bewick, he met me; He says ye're a lad, and ye are but bad, And billie to his son ye canna be.