And so they reach'd the Woodhouselee. And as we cross'd the Bateable Land, When to the English side we held, The first o' men that we met wi', Wha should it be but fause Sakelde? "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 country." "Where be ye gaun, ye marshal-men?" Quo' fause Sakelde; "come tell me true! "We go to catch a rank reiver, Has broken faith wi' the bauld Buccleuch.' (_splent_, armour. _spauld_, shoulder.) "Where are ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi' a' your ladders lang and high?" "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 Dicky of Dry hope led that band, And the never a word of lear had he. "Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed outlaws, stand!" quo' he; Then never a word had Dicky to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause body. Then on we held for Carlisle toun, And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross'd; The water was great and mickle of spate, But the never a horse nor man we lost. And when we reach'd the Staneshaw-bank, The wind was rising loud and high; And there the Laird gar'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 came beneath the castle wa'. (_herry_, harry. _wons_, dwells. _ lear,_ lying. _row-footed_, rough-footed.) We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders against the wa'; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsel' To mount the first before us a'. He has taen 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 merrily!" Then loud the wardens trumpet blew-- _O wha dare meddle wi' me?_ Then speedily 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 gar'd the bars bang merrily, Until we came to the inner prison, Where Willy o' Kinmont he did lie. (_forehammers_, sledge-hammers. _stear_, stir. _slogan,_ war-cry.) And when we came to the lower prison, Where Willy o' Kinmont he did lie-- "O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willy, 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;