26 ‘Warn Wat o Harden and his sons, Wi them will Borthwick water ride; Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh, And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside. 27 ‘Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire, And warn the Currors o the Lee; As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack, Warn doughty Willie o Gorrinberry.’ 28 The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran, Sae starkly and sae steadilie, And aye the ower-word o the thrang Was, Rise for Branksome readilie! 29 The gear was driven the Frostylee up, Frae the Frostylee unto the plain, Whan Willie has lookd his men before, And saw the kye right fast driving. 30 ‘Whae drives thir kye,’ can Willie say, ‘To make an outspeckle o me?’ ‘It’s I, the Captain o Bewcastle, Willie; I winna layne my name for thee.’ 31 ‘O will ye let Telfer’s kye gae back? Or will ye do aught for regard o me? Or, by the faith of my body,’ quo Willie Scott, ‘I’se ware my dame’s cauf’s skin on thee.’ 32 ‘I winna let the kye gae back, Neither for thy love nor yet thy fear; But I will drive Jamie Telfer’s kye In spite of every Scott that’s here.’ 33 ‘Set on them, lads!’ quo Willie than; ‘Fye, lads, set on them cruellie! For ere they win to the Ritterford, Mony a toom saddle there sall be!’ 34 Then till ‘t they gaed, wi heart and hand; The blows fell thick as bickering hail; And mony a horse ran masterless, And mony a comely cheek was pale. 35 But Willie was stricken ower the head, And through the knapscap the sword has gane; And Harden grat for very rage, Whan Willie on the grund lay slane. 36 But he’s taen aff his gude steel cap, And thrice he’s waved it in the air; The Dinlay snaw was neer mair white Nor the lyart locks of Harden’s hair. 37 ‘Revenge! revenge!’ auld Wat can cry; ‘Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie! We’ll neer see Tiviot side again, Or Willie’s death revenged sall be.’ 38 O mony a horse ran masterless, The splintered lances flew on hie; But or they wan to the Kershope ford, The Scotts had gotten the victory. 39 John o Brigham there was slane, And John o Barlow, as I hear say, And thirty mae o the Captain’s men Lay bleeding on the grund that day. 40 The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh, And broken was his right leg-bane; If he had lived this hundred years, He had never been loved by woman again. 41 ‘Hae back the kye!’ the Captain said; ‘Dear kye, I trow, to some they be; For gin I suld live a hundred years There will neer fair lady smile on me.’ 42 Then word is gane to the Captain’s bride, Even in the bower where that she lay, That her lord was prisoner in enemy’s land, Since into Tividale he had led the way. 43 ‘I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet, And helped to put it ower his head, Ere he had been disgraced by the border Scot, Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead!’