"Alack! a wae!" auld Bewick cried, 155 "Alack! was I not much to blame? I'm sure I've lost the liveliest lad That e'er was born unto my name." "Alack! a wae!" quo' gude Lord Græme, "I'm sure I hae lost the deeper lack! 160 I durst hae ridden the Border through, Had Christie Græme been at my back. "Had I been led through Liddesdale, And thirty horsemen guarding me, And Christie Græme been at my back, 165 Sae soon as he had set me free! "I've lost my hopes, I've lost my joy, I've lost the key but and the lock; I durst hae ridden the world round, Had Christie Græme been at my back." 170 15, Scott, Ye sent; 16, Ye bought. 22. Newcastle C. B., and hay. 41, 42. Shall I venture my body in field to fight With a man that's faith and troth to me? N. C. B. 107-118. Instead of this passage, the Newcastle copy has the following stanzas:-- He flang his cloak from off his shoulders, His psalm-book from his pouch flang he, He clapped his hand upon the hedge, And o'er lap he right wantonly. When Graham did see his bully come, The salt tears stood long in his ee; "Now needs must I say thou art a man, That dare venture thy body to fight with me. "Nay, I have a harness on my back; I know that thou hast none on thine; But as little as thou hast on thy back, As little shall there be on mine." He flang his jacket from off his back, His cap of steel from his head flang he; He's taken his spear into his hand, He's ty'd his horse unto a tree. THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW. _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, iii. 94. This fragment was obtained from recitation in Ettrick Forest, where it is said to refer to the execution of Cockburne, of Henderland, a freebooter, hanged by James V. over the gate of his own tower. There is another version in Johnson's _Museum_, (_Oh Ono Chrio_, p. 90,) which, Dr. Blacklock informed Burns, was composed on the massacre of Glencoe. But in fact, these verses seem to be, as Motherwell has remarked, only a portion (expanded, indeed,) of _The Famous Flower of Serving Men_: see vol. iv. p. 174. There are some verbal differences between Scott's copy and the one in Chambers's _Scottish Songs_, i. 174. My love he built me a bonny bower, And clad it a' wi' lilye flour, A brawer bower ye ne'er did see, Than my true love he built for me. There came a man, by middle day, 5 He spied his sport, and went away; And brought the King that very night, Who brake my bower, and slew my knight. He slew my knight, to me sae dear; He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear; 10 My servants all for life did flee, And left me in extremitie.