26. He had but time to cross himsel', A prayer he hadna time to say, 27. 'Weel met, weel met, now, Parcy Reed, Now will we pay you as we ought. 28. 'We'll pay thee at the nearest tree, Where we shall hang thee like a hound.'Brave Parcy rais'd his fankit sword, And fell'd the foremost to the ground. 29. Alake, and wae for Parcy Reed! 30. They fell upon him all at once, They mangled him most cruellie; The slightest wound might caused his deid, 31. 'Now, Parcy Reed, we've paid our debt, Ye canna weel dispute the tale,' The Crosiers said, and off they rade; 32. It was the hour o' gloaming gray, When herds come in frae fauld and pen; A herd he saw a huntsman lie, Says he, 'Can this be Laird Troughen'?' 33. 'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And some will ca' me Laird Troughen'; It's little matter what they ca' me, My faes hae made me ill to ken. 34. 'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, And speak my praise in tower and town; It's little matter what they do now, My life-blood rudds the heather brown. 35. 'There's some will ca' me Parcy Reed, 36. The herd flung aff his clouted shoon And to the nearest fountain ran; He made his bonnet serve a cup, And wan the blessing o' the dying man. 37. 'Now, honest herd, ye maun do mair, 38. 'A farewell to my wedded wife, 39. A farewell to my daughter Jean, 40. 'A farewell to my followers a', And a' my neighbours gude at need; 41. 'The laird o' Clennel bears my bow, Whene'er they ride i' the Border-side, They'll mind the fate o' the laird Troughend.' THE DOWIE HOUMS OF YARROW 1. LATE at een, drinkin' the wine, 2. 'O stay at hame, my noble lord! My cruel brother will you betray, 3. 'O fare ye weel, my lady gay! Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow.' 4. She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair, As she had done before, O; She belted on his noble brand, An' he's awa to Yarrow. 5. O he's gane up yon high, high hill · An' in a den spied nine arm'd men, 6. 'O are ye come to drink the wine, As ye hae doon before, O? Or are ye come to wield the brand, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow?' 7. 'I am no come to drink the wine, But I am come to wield the brand, 8. Four he hurt an" five he slew, On the dowie houms o' Yarrow, Till that stubborn knight came him, behind, An' ran his body thorrow. 9. 'Gae hame, gae hame, good brother John, An' tell your sister Sarah To come an' lift her noble lord, 10. 'Yestreen I dream'd a dolefu' dream; 11. She gaed up yon high, high hill 12. She kiss'd his cheek, she kamed his hair, As oft she did before, O; She drank the red blood frae him ran, 13. 'O haud your tongue, my douchter dear, For what needs a' this sorrow? I'll wed you on a better lord Than him you lost on Yarrow.' 14. 'O haud your tongue, my father dear, An' dinna grieve your Sarah; |