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The lives of them I freely give,

At Bullen too they did advance,

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St. George's lusty standard then ;
Let Tourine, Tournay, and those towns
That good king Henry nobly won,
Tell London's prentices renowns,
And of their deeds by them there done.

For ill May-day, and ill May-games,

Perform'd in young and tender days,
Can be no hindrance to their fames,
Or stains of manhood any ways:
But now it is ordain'd by law,

We see on May-day's eve at night,
To keep unruly youths in awe,

By London's watch in armour bright.

Still to prevent the like misdeed,

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Johnie of Breadislee.

printed by Sir Walter Scott-" from the different copies." Mr. Motherwell reprints it, but gives also these fragments of a more ancient composition, entitled "Johnie of Braid

Johnie rose up on a May morning,

Called for water to wash his hands;
And he's awa to Braidisbanks,
To ding the dun deer down.

THIS is styled by Sir Walter Scott "an an- | ballad; the one we have selected is that cient Nithsdale Ballad," the hero of which appears to have been an outlaw and deerstealer; probably one of the broken men residing upon the border. It is sometimes said that he possessed the old castle of Morton, inisbank:"Dumfries-shire, now ruinous :-"Near to this castle there was a park, built by Sir Thomas Randolph, on the face of a very great and high hill; so artificially, that, by the advantage of the hill, all wild beasts, such as deers, harts, and roes, and hares, did easily leap in, but could not get out again; and if any other cattle, such as cows, sheep, or goats, did voluntarily leap in, or were forced to do it, it is doubted if their owners were permitted to get them out again." But the date of Johnie's history must be very remote, for the scene of his exploits has been reduced from the condition of a deer-forest to that of a cultivated domain from a time "beyond the memory of tradition." There are several versions of the

* Another tradition, according to Motherwell, assigns Braid, in the neighbourhood of Edinburgh, to have been the scene of the "woful hunting;"-"and," writes Mr. Cunningham, "Breadeslee, near Lochmaben, has been

Johnie lookit east, and Johnie lookit west, 5
And it's lang before the sun;
And there did he spy the dun deer lie,

Beneath a bush of brume.

Johnie shot, and the dun deer lap,

And he's wounded her in the side;
Out then spake his sister's son,
"And the neist will lay her pride."

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pointed out as the more probable residence of the hero of the song; and the scenery in the neighbourhood, and the traditions of the country, countenance the supposition."

They've eaten sae mickle o' the gude venison, | These stanzas, however, may have been a And they've drunken sae muckle o' the modern interpolation. Mr. Cunningham,

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"There's no a bird in a' this forest

Will do as mickle for me,
As dip its wing in the wan water,

And straik it on my e'e bree."

Another copy has been printed by Robert Chambers-Scottish Ballads-partly taken from the ballads of Scott and Motherwell, and partly from the "recitation of a lady resident at Peebles, and from a MS. copy submitted to him by Mr. Kinloch." He publishes, for the first time, no fewer than ten additional stanzas; we select three, as indicating that the hero held a higher station than that of a mere deer-stealer:

His cheeks were like the roses red,
His neck was like the snaw;
He was the bonniest gentleman,
My eyes they ever saw.

His coat was o' the scarlet red,

His vest was o' the same; His stockings were o' the worset lace, And buckles tied to the same.

The shirt that was upon his back,
Was o' the holland fine;
The doublet that was over that,
Was o' the Lincoln twine.

also, prints a version, into which he has evidently introduced some improvements of his own. We copy the concluding verse:

"O lay my brown sword by my side,
And my bent bow at my feet;
And stay the howling o' my gray dogs
That sound may be my sleep."
His dogs are dead, his bent bow broke,
And his shafts that flew sae free;
And he lies dead near Durisdeer,
Fair John of Breadislee.

The daring exploits of border outlaws are the themes of many ancient ballads; the reckble courage, and continual escapes from their less character of their lives, their indomitaenemies and the law, suggested favourable topics to the old minstrels; several of them are singular for the adventures they describe, although few advance very high claims to poetic merit. One of the most striking is published by Ritson ("Ancient Songs"), and re-published, with "better readings," by Scott. It is entitled by Ritson "The Life and Death of Sir Hugh of the Grime;" and by Scott, "Hughie the Græme." The following are the introductory verses:—

Gude Lord Scroope's to the hunting gane,

He has ridden o'er moss and muir; And he has grippit Hughie the Græme, For stealing o' the bishop's mare.

"Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be?
Here hangs a broadsword by my side;
And if that thou canst conquer me,
The matter it may soon be tryed."

"I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief; Although thy name be Hughie the Græme, I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds,

If God but grant me but life and time.”

JOHNNIE rose up in a May morning,

Called for water to wash his hands"Gar loose to me the gude graie dogs That are bound wi' iron bands."

When Johnie's mother gat word o' that, 5 The buttons that were on his sleeve

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"Eneugh ye hae o' gude wheat bread,

And eneugh o' the blude-red wine;
And, therefore, for nae venison, Johnie,
I pray ye, stir frae hame."

But Johnie's busk't up his gude bend bow,
His arrows, ane by ane;
And he has gane to Durrisdeer,
To hunt the dun deer down.

As he came down by Merriemas,
And in by the benty line,
There has he espied a deer lying
Aneath a bush of ling.

Johnie he shot, and the dun deer lap,
And he wounded her on the side;
But, atween the water and the brae,

His hounds they laid her pride.

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But up and spak the sixth forester (His sister's son was he),

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We soon shall gar him die!"

The first flight of arrows the foresters shot, They wounded him on the knee:

And out and spak the seventh forester, 'The next will gar him die."

Johnie's set his back against an aik,
His fute against a stane;
And he has slain the seven foresters,
He has slain them a' but ane.

He has broke three ribs in that ane's side,
But and his collar bane;

He's laid him twa-fald over his steed,
Bade him carry the tidings hame.

"O is there nae a bonny bird,

Can sing as I can say ?—

Could flee away to my mother's bower, And tell to fetch Johnie away?"

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But wae betyde that silly auld carle, An ill death shall he die!

For the highest tree in Merriemas, Shall be his morning's fee."

Now Johnie's gude bend bow is broke, And his gude graie dogs are slain; 95 And his body lies dead in Durrisdeer, And his hunting it is done.

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The Dowie Dens of Warrow.

THIS ballad was first published in the "Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border;" but other versions of it were, previously, in circulation, and it is stated by Sir Walter Scott to have been "a very great favourite among the inhabitants of Ettrick Forest," where it is universally believed to be founded on fact. Sir Walter, indeed, "found it easy to collect a variety of copies ;" and from them he collated the present edition-avowedly for the purpose of "suiting the tastes of these more light and giddy-paced times." A copy is contained in Motherwell's "Minstrelsy, Ancient and Modern ;" another, in Buchan's "Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland:" it, no doubt, originated the popular "composition beginning

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride,

by Hamilton, of Bangour, first published in Ramsey's "Tea Table Miscellany;" and suggested the ballad "The Braes of Yarrow," by the Rev. John Logan. In Herd's collection, in Ritson's "Scottish Songs," and in the "Tea Table Miscellany," are to be found fragments of another ballad, entitled "Willie's drowned in Yarrow," of which this is the concluding stanza :—

She sought him east, she sought him west,
She sought him braid and narrow;
Syne in the cleaving of a craig,

She found him drowned in Yarrow.

Indeed, "Yarrow stream" has been a fertile source of poetry, and seems to have inspired the poets; the very sound is seductive: and, as Mr. Buchan remarks, "all who have attempted to sing its praise, or celebrate the actions of those who have been its visiters,

have almost universally succeeded in their attempts." The ballad he publishes is entitled "The Braes of Yarrow;" it bears a close resemblance, in its more prominent features, to that collated by Sir Walter Scott, but is far more rugged and less poetic; take for example the opening verse:

Ten lords sat drinking at the wine,
Intill a morning early;
There fell a combat them amang,
It must be fought-nae parly.

The version preserved by Mr. Motherwell was taken down "from the recitation of an old woman in Kilbarcan," and is chiefly valuable as showing the state in which the song is preserved in the west of Scotland. It is entitled 66 The Dowie Downs of Yarrow." The main incidents are similar to those contained in the ballad of Scott; but the style is, as may be expected, much inferior. The two introductory verses may suffice as a sample of the whole:—

There were three lords birling at the wine,
On the Dowie Downs o' Yarrow;
They made a compact them between,

They would go fecht to-morrow.

"Thou took our sister to be thy wife,

And thou ne'er thocht her thy marrow; Thou stealed her frae her daddie's back, When she was the rose o' Yarrow."

Another version was published by Robert Chambers, in his "Scottish Ballads,". "chiefly taken from a fragment in Herd's collection (which we have introduced in a note), a few stanzas and lines from Buchan's copy, and part of a ballad printed by Jamie

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name of the murderer is said to have been Annan, hence the place of combat is still called Annan's Treat.

LATE at e'en, drinking the wine

son, entitled 'Lizie Lindsay,"" which Jamie- | riage with a warrior of such renown.
son gives in an imperfect, and Buchan in an
entire, shape. Mr. Chambers, however, has
been "under the necessity of altering several
lines and verses, and re-writing others." Mr.
Allan Cunningham, also, prints yet another
version, principally copied from that of Sir
Walter Scott, but omitting the three first
verses, and reforming the remainder. Mr.
Cunningham states, that "he had seen a frag-
ment of the same song in the handwriting of
Burns," of which he has given three verses;
the first is as follows:-

"Where shall I gang, my ain true love,
Where shall I gang to hide me?
For weel I ken, i' yere father's bower,
It wad be death to find me."
"O go you to yon tavern house,

And there count o'er your lawin;
And if I be a woman true,
I'll meet you in the dawin."

That the several versions of the story, scattered among the people, and preserved by them in some form or other, had one common origin, there can be little doubt. "Tradition," according to Sir Walter Scott, "places the event recorded in the song very early, and it is probable the ballad was composed soon afterwards, although the language has been modernized in the course of its transmission to us, through the inaccurate channel of oral tradition." "The hero of the ballad," he adds, was a knight of great bravery, called Scott;" and he believes it refers to a duel fought at Deucharswyre, of which Annan's Treat is a part, betwixt John Scott, of Tushielaw, and his brother-in-law, Walter Scott, third son of Robert of Thirlstane, in which the latter was slain. Annan's Treat is a low muir, on the banks of the Yarrow, lying to the west of Yarrow kirk. Two tall unhewn masses of stone are erected about eighty yards distant from each other, and the least child, that can herd a cow, will tell the passenger, that there lie "the two lords who were slain in single combat." Sir Walter also informs us that, according to tradition, the murderer was the brother of either the wife or the betrothed bride of the murdered; and that the alleged cause of quarrel was, the lady's father having proposed to endow her with half of his property upon her mar

And ere they paid the lawing;
They set a combat them between,
To fight it in the dawing.

"O stay at hame, my noble lord!

O stay at hame, my marrow !
My cruel brother will you betray
On the dowie houms of Yarrow."-

"O fare ye weel, my ladye gaye!

O fare ye weel, my Sarah!
For I maun gae, though I ne'er return
Frae the dowie banks o' Yarrow."

She kissed his cheek, she kaimed his hair,
As oft she had done before, O;
She belted him with his noble brand,
And he's away to Yarrow.

As he gaed up the Tennies bank,

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