8 And when he cam to the fair tower-yate, He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot, ‘Whae’s this that brings the fray to me?’ 9 ‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer o the Fair Dodhead, And a harried man I think I be; There’s naething left at the Fair Dodhead But a waefu wife and bairnies three.’ 10 ‘Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha, For succour ye’se get nane frae me; Gae seek your succour where ye paid blackmail, For, man, ye neer paid money to me.’ 11 Jamie has turned him round about, I wat the tear blinded his ee: ‘I’ll neer pay mail to Elliot again, And the Fair Dodhead I’ll never see. 12 ‘My hounds may a’ rin masterless, My hawks may fly frae tree to tree, My lord may grip my vassal-lands, For there again maun I never be!’ 13 He has turned him to the Tiviot-side, Een as fast as he could drie, Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh, And there he shouted baith loud and hie. 14 Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve: ‘Whae’s this that brings the fray to me?’ ‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer o the Fair Dodhead, A harried man I trew I be. 15 ‘There’s naething left in the Fair Dodhead But a greeting wife and bairnies three, And sax poor ca’s stand in the sta, A’ routing loud for their minnie.’ 16 ‘Alack a wae!’ quo auld Jock Grieve, ‘Alack, my heart is sair for thee! For I was married on the elder sister, And you on the youngest of a’ the three.’ 17 Then he has taen out a bonny black, Was right weel fed wi corn and hay, And he’s set Jamie Telfer on his back, To the Catslockhill to tak the fray. 18 And whan he cam to the Catslockhill, He shouted loud and cried weel hie, Till out and spak him William’s Wat, ‘O whae’s this brings the fray to me?’ 19 ‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer o the Fair Dodhead, A harried man I think I be; The Captain o Bewcastle has driven my gear; For God’s sake, rise and succour me!’ 20 ‘Alas for wae!’ quo William’s Wat, ‘Alack, for thee my heart is sair! I never cam bye the Fair Dodhead That ever I fand thy basket bare.’ 21 He’s set his twa sons on coal-black steeds, Himsel upon a freckled gray, And they are on wi Jamie Telfer, To Branksome Ha to tak the fray. 22 And when they cam to Branksome Ha, They shouted a’ baith loud and hie, Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch, Said, Whae’s this brings the fray to me? 23 ‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer o the Fair Dodhead, And a harried man I think I be; There’s nought left in the Fair Dodhead But a greeting wife and bairnies three.’ 24 ‘Alack for wae!’ quo the gude auld lord, ‘And ever my heart is wae for thee! But fye, gar cry on Willie, my son, And see that he cum to me speedilie. 25 ‘Gar warn the water, braid and wide! Gar warn it sune and hastilie! They that winna ride for Telfer’s kye, Let them never look in the face o me!