"And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap." For I hae little Will, and Stalwart Wat, Wi' his sleuth dog sits in his watch right sure; He'll be out in his sark, And die or won. Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', My gear's a' ta'en. Ha! boys-I see a party appearing-wha's yon? Methinks it's the Captain of Bewcastle, and Jephtha's John, Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan: They'll make a sicker, come which way they will. Ha lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', My gear's a' ta'en. Captain Musgrave, and a' his band, Are coming down by the Siller-strand, And the Muckle toun-bell o' Carlisle is rung: My gear was a' weel won, And before it's carried o'er the Border, mony a man's gae down. Fy lads! shout a' a' a' a' a', My gear's a' gane. NOTES ON THE FRAY OF SUPORT. And there toom thy brock-skin bag.—P. 292. v. 1. The badger-skin pouch was used for carrying ammunition. In the Nicol forest woods.-P. 292. v. 3. For I hae a' the fords o' Liddel set.—P. 293. v. 1. Watching fords was a ready mode of intercepting the marauders; the names of the most noted fords upon the Liddel are recited in this verse. And thro' at Fargy Grame's gap.—P. 294. v. 1. Fergus Grame of Sowport, as one of the chief men of that clan, became security to Lord Scroope for the good behaviour of his friends and dependants, 8th January, 1662.—Introduction to History of Westmoreland and Cumberland, p. 111. Wi' his sleuth dog sits on his watch right sure.-P. 294. v. 1. The centinels, who, by the March laws, were planted upon the Border each night, had usually sleuth-dogs, or blood hounds, along with them.-See NICHOLSON's Border Laws, and Lord WHARTON's Regulations, in the 6th of Edward VI. Of the blood-hound we have said something in the notes on Hobbie Noble; but we may, in addition, refer to the following poetical description of the qualities and uses of that singular animal: Upon the banks Of Tweed, slow winding thro' the vale, the seat There dwelt a pilfering race; well train'd and skill'd In all the mysterics of theft, the spoil Their only substance, feuds and war their sport. Not more expert in every fraudful art The arch felon was of old, who by the tail Drew back his lowing prize: in vain his wiles, In vain the sooty cloud and ruddy flames, Veil'd in the shades of night they ford the stream; Till, conscious of the recent stains, his heart O'er beaten tracks, with men and beast distain'd, Arrived, and seizing by his guilty throat SOMERVILLE's Chase. Methinks it's the Captain of Bewcastle, &c. Coming down by the foul steps of Catlowdie's loan.-P. 294. v. 2. According to the late Glenriddell's notes on this ballad, the office of Captain of Bewcastle was held by the chief of the Nixons. Catlowdie is a small village in Cumberland, near the junction of the Esk and Liddel. Captain Musgrave and a' his band.-P. 294. v. 3. This was probably the famous Captain Jack Musgrave, who had charge of the watch along the Cryssop, or Kershope, as appears from the order of the watches appointed by Lord Wharton, when deputy-warden-general, in the 6th Edward VI. LORD MAXWELL'S GOODNIGHT. NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED. THIS beautiful ballad is published from a copy in Glenriddell's MSS., with some slight variations from tradition. It alludes to one of the most remarkable feuds upon the West Marches. A. D. 1585, John, Lord Maxwell, or, as he styled himself, Earl of Morton, having quarrelled with the Earl of Arran, reigning favourite of James VI., and fallen, of course, under the displeasure of the court, was denounced rebel. A commission was also given to the Laird of Johnstone, then warden of the West Marches, to pursue and apprehend the ancient rival and enemy of his house. Two bands of mercenaries, commanded by Captains Cranstoun and Lammie, who were sent from Edinburgh to support Johnstone, were attacked and cut to pieces at Crawford-muir, by Robert Maxwell, natural brother to |