There stands the gudeman’s loom That used tae gang sae cheerie, Untentit noo, and toom, Makin’ a’ the hoose sae eerie, Till the sicht I canna dree; For the shuttles lyin’ dumb Speak the loudlier to me O’ him that wunna come. O Flodden Field! Sae at nicht I cover’t o’er, Just to haud it frae my een, But I haena yet the pow’r To forget what it has been; And I listen through the hoose For the chappin o’ the lay, Till the scrapin’ o’ a moose Tak’s my very braith away. O Flodden Field! Then I turn to sister Jean, And my airms aboot her twine, And I kiss her sleepless een, For her heart’s as sair as mine,— A heart ance fu’ o’ fun, And hands that ne’er were idle, Wi’ a’ her cleedin’ spun Against her Jamie’s bridal. O Flodden Field! Noo we’ve naether hands nor hairt— In oor grief the wark’s forgotten, Though it’s wantit every airt, And the craps are lyin’ rotten. War’s awsome blast’s gane bye, And left a land forlorn; In daith’s dool hairst they lie, The shearers and the shorn. O Flodden Field. Wi’ winter creepin’ near us, When the nichts are drear and lang, Nane to help us, nane to hear us, On the weary gate we gang! Lord o’ the quick an’ deed, Sin’ oor ain we canna see, In mercy mak gude speed, And bring us whar they be, Far, far, frae Flodden Field! "J. B. Selkirk" (JAMES B. BROWN). _By permission of W. Cuthbertson, Esq._ Another lyric, relating to the fatal battle of Flodden, refers to the gallantry of the Souters, or shoemakers of Selkirk, who, to the number of eighty, and headed by their town-clerk, joined the army as it entered England. They distinguished themselves greatly, and few returned. The "yellow and green" are the liveries of the house of Home, taxed by some with being the cause of the defeat. *THE SOUTERS OF SELKIRK* Up wi’ the Souters of Selkirk, And doun wi’ the Earl of Home; And up wi’ a’ the braw lads That sew the single-soled shoon. Fye upon yellow and yellow, And fye upon yellow and green, But up wi’ the true blue and scarlet, And up wi’ the single-soled sheen. Up wi’ the Souters of Selkirk, For they are baith trusty and leal; And up wi’ the men o’ the Forest, And doun wi’ the Merse to the deil. In Aytoun’s "Lays of the Scottish Cavaliers," the following well-known poem tells how the news of the disaster at Flodden Field was received in Edinburgh:— *EDINBURGH AFTER FLODDEN* I