Then he has ta’en out a bonny black, Was right weel fed with corn and hay, And he’s set Jamie Telfer on his back, To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye. XVIII 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 fraye to me?’-- XIX ‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in the fair Dodhead, A harried man I think I be! The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear; For God’s sake rise, and succour me!’-- XX ‘Alas for wae!’ quoth William’s Wat, ‘Alack, for thee my heart is sair! I never cam by the fair Dodhead, That ever I fand thy basket bare.’ XXI He’s set his twa sons on coal-black steeds, Himsell upon a freckled gray, And they are on wi’ Jamie Telfer, To Branksome Ha’ to tak the fraye. XXII 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 fraye to me?’-- XXIII ‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer in 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.’-- XXIV ‘Alack for wae!’ quoth the gude auld lord, ‘And ever my heart is wae for thee! But fye gar cry on Willie, my son, And see that he come to me speedilie! XXV ‘Gar warn the water[1228], 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! XXVI ‘Warn Wat o’ Harden, and his sons, Wi’ them will Borthwick Water ride; Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh, And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside. XXVII ‘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.’ XXVIII 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!’ XXIX The gear was driven the Frostylee up, Frae the Frostylee unto the plain, Whan Willie has look’d his men before, And saw the kye right fast drivand. XXX ‘Whae drives thir kye?’ ’gan Willie say, ‘To make an outspeckle[1229] o’ me?’-- ‘It’s I, the Captain o’ Bewcastle, Willie; I winna layne[1230] my name for thee.’-- XXXI ‘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 skin[1231] on thee!-- XXXII ‘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.’-- XXXIII