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“In publishing the following ballad, the copy principally resorted to is one apparently of considerable antiquity, which was found among the papers of the late Mrs Cockburn of Edinburgh, a lady whose memory will be long honoured by all who knew her. Another copy, much more imperfect, is to be found in Glenriddel's MSS. The names are in this last miserably mangled, as is always the case when ballads are taken down from the recitation of persons living at a distance from the scenes in which they are laid.
Mr Plummer also gave the editor a few additional verses, not contained in either copy, which are thrown into what seemed their proper place. There is yet another copy, in Mr Herd's MSS., which has been occasionally made use of. Two verses are restored in the present edition, from the recitation of Mr Mungo Park, whose toils, during his patient and intrepid travels in Africa, have not eradicated from his recollection the legendary lore of his native country.
“The arms of the Philiphaugh family are said by tradition to allude to their outlawed state. They are indeed those of a huntsman, and are blazoned thus : Argent, a hunting horn sable, stringed and garnished gules, on a chief azure, three stars of the first. Crest, a Demi Forester, winding his horn, proper. Motto, Hinc usque superna venabor."-SIR WALTER SCOTT.
ETTRICKE Forest is a fair forest,
In it grows many a seemly tree; There's hart and hynd, and doe and roe,
And of a wild beasts great plentie.
There's a fair castelle, bigged wi' lime and stane;
O! gin it stands not pleasantlie! In the forefront o' that castelle fair,
Twa unicorns are braw to see; There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright, And the grene hollin abune their bree.*
“Bree :" brow.
There an Outlaw keeps five hundred men;
He keeps a royal companie !
O'the Linkome grene sae gay to see;
0! gin they lived not royallie! Word is gane to our noble king,
In Edinburgh, where that he lay, That there was an Outlaw in Ettricke Forest,
Counted him nought, nor his courtrie gay. “I make a vow," then the gude king said,
“Unto the man that deir bought me, I’se either be king of Ettricke Forest,
Or king of Scotlande that Outlaw shall be !" Then spake the lord, hight Hamilton,
And to the noble king said he, “My sovereign prince, some counsel take,
First at your nobles, syne at me. “I rede ye, send yon braw Outlaw till,
And see gif your man come will he: Desire him come and be your man,
And hold of you yon Forest free. “Gif he refuses to do that,
We'll conquer baith his lands and he! Or else, we'll throw his castell down,
And make a widow o' his ladye." The king then call’d a gentleman, James Boyd, (the earl of Arran his brother
was he) When James he came before the king,
He kneelit before him on his knee.
“Welcome, James Boyd !" said our noble king;
A message ye maun gang
To yon Outlaw, where bideth he;
“Ask him of whom he holds his lands,
Or man, who may his master be, And desire him come, and be my man,
And hold of me yon Forest free. “To Edinburgh to come and gang,
His safe warrant I sall gie; And gif he refuses to do that,
We'll conquer baith his lands and he.
And mak a widow o' his ladye;
In ony frith where I may them see.
James Boyd tuik leave o' the noble king,
To Ettricke Forest fair cam he;
He saw the fair Forest wi' his ee.
Baith doe and roe, and hart and hinde,
And of a' wild beastis great plentie ; He heard the bows that bauldly rang,
And arrows whidderan' him near by. Of that fair castell he got a sight;
The like he neir saw wi' his ee!
Twa unicorns were gay to see ;
And the green hollin abune their bree.
Thereat he spyed five hundred men,
Shooting with bows on Newark Lee; They were a' in ae livery clad,
O'the Lincome green sae gay to see.
The knight was armed capapie,
And I wot they ranked right bonilie.
Therby Boyd kend he was master man,
And served him in his ain degree. “God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray !
Thy ladye, and all thy chivalrie !" “Marry, thou's welcome, gentleman,
Some king's messenger thou seems to be."
“The king of Scotlande sent me here,
And, gude Outlaw, I am sent to thee; I wad wot of whom ye hold your lands,
Or man, wha may thy master be?”
“Thir lands are MINE!" the Outlaw said;
“I ken nae king in Christentie; Frae Soudron * I this Forest wan, Whan the king nor his knightis were not to
“He desires you 'll come to Edinburgh,
And hold of him this Forest free; And, gif ye refuse to do this,
He'll conquer baith thy lands and thee. He hath vow'd to cast thy castell down, And mak a widow o' thy ladye ;
Soudron :" Southern, or English.
“He'll hang thy merrymen, pair by pair,
may them find.” "Aye, by my troth !” the Outlaw said,
“Than wald I thinke me far behind.
“Ere the king my fair countrie get,
This land that's nativest to me! Mony o' his nobles sall be cauld,
Their ladyes sall be right wearie." Then spak his ladye, fair of face,
She said, “Without consent of me,
I am right rad * of treasonrie.
For Edinburgh my lord sall never see.” James Boyd tuik his leave o' the Outlaw keen,
To Edinburgh boun is he;
He knelt lowlie on his knee. "Welcome, James Boyd !” said our noble king;
What Forest is Ettricke Forest free ?” “ Ettricke Forest is the fairest forest
That ever man saw wi' his ee. “There's the doe, the roe, the hart, the hynde,
And of a wild beasts great plentie; There's a pretty castell of lyme and stane,
O gif it stands not pleasauntlie! “There's in the forefront o' that castell,
Twa unicorns, sae bra' to see; There's the picture of a knight, and a ladye bright, Wi' the green hollin abune their bree.
* “Rad :" afraid.