And as we cross’d the Bateable Land[1174], When to the English side we held, The first o’ men that we met wi’, Whae sould it be but fause Sakelde? XXI ‘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.’ XXII ‘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.’ XXIII ‘Where be ye gaun, ye mason lads, Wi’ a’ your ladders, lang and hie?’-- ‘We gang to herry a corbie’s nest, That wons not far frae Woodhouselee.’-- XXIV ‘Where be ye gaun, ye broken men?’ Quo’ fause Sakelde; ‘come tell to me!’-- Now Dickie of Dryhope led that band, And the never a word of lear[1175] had he. XXV ‘Why trespass ye on the English side? Row-footed[1176] outlaws, stand!’ quo’ he; The never a word had Dickie to say, Sae he thrust the lance through his fause bodie. XXVI Then on we held for Carlisle toun, And at Staneshaw-bank the Eden we cross’d; The water was great and meikle of spate, But the never a horse nor man we lost. XXVII And when we reach’d the Staneshaw-bank, The wind was rising loud and hie; And there the Laird gar’d leave our steeds, For fear that they should stamp and neigh. XXVIII And when we left the Staneshaw-bank, The wind began fu’ loud to blaw; But ’twas wind and weet, and fire and sleet, When we came beneath the castle wa’. XXIX We crept on knees, and held our breath, Till we placed the ladders against the wa’; And sae ready was Buccleuch himsell To mount the first before us a’. XXX 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!-- XXXI ‘Now sound out, trumpets!’ quo’ Buccleuch; ‘Let’s waken Lord Scroope right merrilie!’ Then loud the Warden’s trumpet blew-- _O wha dare meddle wi’ me?_ XXXII Then speedilie 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’. XXXIII 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[1177]! XXXIV Wi’ coulters, and wi’ forehammers[1178], We gar’d the bars bang merrilie, Until we came to the inner prison, Where Willie o’ Kinmont he did lie. XXXV And when we cam to the lower prison, Where Willie o’ Kinmont he did lie-- ‘O sleep ye, wake ye, Kinmont Willie, Upon the morn that thou’s to die?’-- XXXVI