He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, I trow they were of his ain name, Except Sir Gilbert Elliot, call'd The Laird of Stobs, I mean the same. He has call'd him forty Marchmen bauld, 65 Were kinsmen to the bauld Buccleuch; With spur on heel, and splent on spauld, And gleuves of green, and feathers blue. There were five and five before them a', Wi' hunting-horns and bugles bright: 70 And five and five came wi' Buccleuch, Like warden's men, array'd for fight. And five and five, like a mason gang, That carried the ladders lang and hie; And five and five, like broken men; 75 And so they reach'd the Woodhouselee.[L76] And as we cross'd the Bateable Land, When to the English side we held, The first o' men that we met wi', Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde? 80 "Where be ye gaun, ye hunters keen?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!" "We go to hunt an English stag, Has trespass'd on the Scots countrie." "Where be ye gaun, ye marshal men?" 85 Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true!" "We go to catch a rank reiver, Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch." "Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi' a' your ladders lang and hie?" 90 "We gang to herry a corbie's nest, That wons not far frae Woodhouselee." "Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell to me!" Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, 95 And the nevir a word of lear had he. "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. 100 Then on we held for Carlisle toun, And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd;[L102] The water was great and meikle of spait, But the nevir a horse nor man we lost. And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank, 105 The wind was rising loud and hie; And there the Laird garr'd leave our steeds, For fear that they should stamp and nie. And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began full loud to blaw; 110 But 'twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet, When we came beneath the castle wa'. We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders against the wa'; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell 115 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! 120