{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch305.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch305.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch305.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\n Legends & Sagas\u00a0\n England\u00a0\n Index\u00a0\n Previous\u00a0\n \n \n \n 305A: The Outlaw Murray\n \n \n 305A.1 ETRICK FOREST is a fair foreste,\n In it grows manie a semelie trie;\n The hart, the hynd, the dae, the rae,\n And of a\u2019 [wylde] beastis grete plentie.\n 305A.2 There\u2019s a castell biggit with lime and stane,\n O gin it stands not pleasantlie!\n In the fore front o that castell fair\n Twa unicorns are bra to see.\n 305A.3 There\u2019s the picture of a knight and a ladye bright,\n And the grene hollin aboon their brie;\n There an Outlaw keepis five hundred men,\n He keepis a royalle companie.\n 305A.4 His merrie men are in [ae] liverie clad,\n Of the Lincoln grene so fair to see;\n He and his ladie in purple clad,\n O if they live not royallie!\n 305A.5 Word is gane to our nobell king,\n In Edinburgh where that he lay,\n That there was an Outlaw in Etterick forest\n Counted him nought and all his courtrie gay.\n 305A.6 \u2018I mak a vowe,\u2019 then the goode king said,\n \u2018Unto the man that dear bought me,\n I\u2019se either be king of Etrick forest,\n Or king of Scotland that Outlaw\u2019s bee.\u2019\n 305A.7 Then spak the erle hight Hamilton,\n And to the noble king said he;\n My sovereign prince, sum counsell tak,\n First of your nobles, syne of me.\n 305A.8 \u2018I redd you send yon bra Outlaw till\n And see gif your man cum will he;\n Desire him cum and be your man,\n And hald of you yon forest frie.\n 305A.9 \u2018And gif he refuses to do that,\n We\u2019ll conquess both his lands and he,\n Or else we\u2019ll throw his castell down,\n And mak a widowe of his gaye ladie.\u2019\n 305A.10 The king called on a gentleman,\n James Boyd, Erle of Arran, his brother was he;\n When James he came before the king\n He fell before him on his knie.\n 305A.11 \u2018Welcum James Boyd,\u2019 said our nobil king,\n \u2018A message ye maun gang for me;\n Ye maun hie to Etrick forrest,\n To yon Outlaw, where dwelleth he.\n 305A.12 \u2018Ask hym of quhom he haldis his lands,\n Or, man, wha may his master be;\n Desyre him come and be my man,\n And hald of me yon forrest frie.\n 305A.13 \u2018To Edinburgh to cum and gang\n His safe-warrand I sall be;\n And, gif he refuses to do that,\n We\u2019ll conquess baith his lands and he.\n 305A.14 \u2018Thou mayst vow I\u2019ll cast his castell doun,\n And mak a widow of his gay ladie;\n I\u2019ll hang his merrie men pair by pair\n In ony frith where I may them see.\u2019\n 305A.15 James Boyd took his leave of the nobill king,\n To Etrick forrest fair came he;\n Down Birkendale brae when that he cam,\n He saw the fair forest with his ee.\n 305A.16 Baith dae and rae and hart and hynd,\n And of all wylde beastis grete plentie;\n He heard the bows that bauldly ring,\n And arrows whidderand near him by.\n 305A.17 Of the fair castell he got a sight,\n The like he nere saw with his ee;\n On the fore front of that castell\n Twa unicorns were bra to see.\n 305A.18 The picture of a knight and a ladie bright,\n And the grene hollin aboon their brie;\n Thereat he spy\u2019d five hundred men,\n Shuting with bows upon the lee.\n 305A.19 They a\u2019 were in ae liverie clad,\n Of the Lincoln grene, sae fair to see;\n The knight and his ladye in purple clad;\n O gif they lived right royallie!\n Therefore he kend he was master-man,\n And served him in his ain degree.\n 305A.20 \u2018God mot thee save, brave Outlaw Murray,\n Thy ladie and a\u2019 they chivalrie!\u2019\n \u2018Marry, thou\u2019s wellcum, gentleman,\n Sum king\u2019s-messenger thou seems to be.\u2019\n 305A.21 \u2018The King of Scotland sent me hier,\n And, gude Outlaw, I\u2019m sent to thee;\n I wad wat of whom ye hald your lands,\n Or, man, wha may thy master be\u2019\n 305A.22 \u2018Thir landis are mine,\u2019 the Outlaw said,\n \u2018I own na king in Christentie;\n Frae Soudron I this forest wan,\n When the king nor\u2019s knights were not to see.\u2019\n 305A.23 \u2018He desires you\u2019l come to Edinburgh,\n And hald of him this forest frie;\n And gif you refuse to do this,\n He\u2019ll conquess both thy landis and thee;\n He has vowd to cast thy castell down,\n And make a widow of thy gaye ladie.\n 305A.24 \u2018He\u2019ll hang thy merrie men pair by pair,\n In ony frith where he may them finde;\u2019\n \u2018Aye, by my troth,\u2019 the Outlaw said,\n \u2018Then wad I think me far behinde.\n 305A.25 \u2018Eere the king my fair countrie get,\n This land that\u2019s nativest to me,\n Mony of his nobils sall be cauld,\n Their ladies sall be right wearie.\u2019\n 305A.26 Then spak his ladye fair of face,\n She said, Without consent of me\n That an outlaw shuld come before the king:\n I am right rad of treasonrie.\n 305A.27 \u2018Bid him be gude to his lordis at hame,\n For Edinburgh my lord sall never see:\u2019\n James tuke his leave of the Outlaw keene,\n To Edinburgh boun is he.\n 305A.28 And when he came before the king,\n He fell before him on his knie:\n \u2018Wellcum, James Boyd,\u2019 said the nobil king,\n \u2018What foreste is Etrick forest frie?\u2019\n 305A.29 \u2018Etrick forest is the fairest forest\n That ever man saw with his ee;\n There\u2019s the dae, the rae, the hart, the hynde,\n And of all wild beastis great plentie.\n 305A.30 \u2018There\u2019s a prittie castell of lime and stone,\n O gif it stands not pleasauntlie!\n There\u2019s on the fore side of that castell\n Twa unicorns sae bra to see.\n 305A.31 \u2018There\u2019s the picture of a knight and [a] ladie bright,\n And the grene hollin aboon their brie;\n There the Outlaw keepis five hundred men,\n O gif they live not royallie!\n 305A.32 \u2018His merry men in [ae] liverie clad,\n O the Lincoln grene, so fair to see;\n He and his ladye in purple clad,\n O gif they live not royallie!\n 305A.33 \u2018He says yon forest is his ain,\n He wan it from the Soudronie;\n Sae as he won it, sae will he keep it,\n Contrair all kings in Christentie.\u2019\n 305A.34 \u2018Gar ray my horse,\u2019 said the nobil king,\n \u2018To Etrick [forest] hie will I me;\u2019\n Then he gard graith five thousand men,\n And sent them on for the forest frie.\n 305A.35 Then word is gane the Outlaw till,\n In Etrick forest where dwelleth he,\n That the king was cumand to his cuntrie,\n To conquess baith his lands and he.\n 305A.36 \u2018I mak a vow,\u2019 the Outlaw said,\n \u2018I mak a vow, and that trulie,\n Were there but three men to tak my part,\n Yon king\u2019s cuming full deir suld be.\u2019\n 305A.37 Then messengers he called forth,\n And bade them haste them speedilie:\n \u2018Ane of you go to Halliday,\n The laird of the Corehead is he.\n 305A.38 \u2018He certain is my sister\u2019s son,\n Bid him cum quick and succour me;\n Tell Halliday with thee to cum,\n And shaw him a\u2019 the veritie.\u2019\n 305A.39 \u2018What news? what news,\u2019 said Halliday,\n \u2018Man, frae thy master unto me?\u2019\n \u2018Not as ye wad; seeking your aid;\n The king\u2019s his mortal enemie.\u2019\n 305A.40 \u2018Aye, by my troth,\u2019 quoth Halliday,\n \u2018Even for that it repenteth me;\n For, gif he lose fair Ettrick forest,\n He\u2019ll take fair Moffatdale frae me.\n 305A.41 \u2018I\u2019ll meet him wi five hundred men,\n And surely mae, if mae may be:\u2019\n [The Outlaw calld a messenger,\n And bid him hie him speedily.]\n 305A.42 \u2018To Andrew Murray of Cockpool,\n That man\u2019s a deir cousin to me;\n Desire him cum and make me aid,\n With all the power that he may be.\n 305A.43 \u2018The king has vowd to cast my castell down,\n And mak a widow of my gay ladye;\n He\u2019ll hang my merry men pair by pair\n I[n] ony place where he may them see.\u2019\n 305A.44 \u2018It stands me hard,\u2019 quoth Andrew Murray,\n \u2018Judge if it stands not hard with me,\n To enter against a king with crown,\n And put my lands in jeopardie.\n 305A.45 \u2018Yet, gif I cum not on the daye,\n Surelie at night he sall me see:\u2019\n To Sir James Murray, laird of Traquair,\n A message came right speedilie.\n 305A.46 \u2018What news? what news,\u2019 James Murray said,\n \u2018Man, frae thy master unto me?\u2019\n \u2018What needs I tell? for well ye ken\n The king\u2019s his mortal enemie.\n 305A.47 \u2018He desires ye\u2019ll cum and make him aid,\n With all the powers that ye may be:\u2019\n \u2018And, by my troth,\u2019 James Murray said,\n \u2018With that Outlaw I\u2019ll live and die.\n 305A.48 \u2018The king has gifted my lands lang syne,\n It can not be nae war with me;\u2019\n . . . . . . . .\n . . . . . . . .\n 305A.49 The king was cumand thro Cadden ford,\n And fiftene thousand men was he;\n They saw the forest them before,\n They thought it awsom for to see.\n 305A.50 Then spak the erle hight Hamilton,\n And to the nobil king said he,\n My sovereign prince, sum counsell take,\n First at your nobles, syne at me.\n 305A.51 \u2018Desyre him meet you at Penman\u2019s Core,\n And bring four in his cumpanie;\n Fyve erles sall gang yoursell before,\n Gude cause that you suld honord be.\n 305A.52 \u2018And, if he refuses to do that,\n Wi fire and sword we\u2019ll follow thee;\n There sall never a Murray after him\n Have land in Etrick forest frie.\u2019\n 305A.53 The king then called a gentleman,\n Royal-banner-bearer then was he,\n James Hope Pringle of Torsonse by name;\n He came and knelit upon his knie.\n 305A.54 \u2018Welcum, James Pringle of Torsonse;\n Ye man a message gae for me;\n Ye man gae to yon Outlaw Murray,\n Surely where bauldly bideth he.\n 305A.55 \u2018Bid him meet me at Penman\u2019s Core,\n And bring four of his companie;\n Five erles sall cum wi mysell,\n Gude reason I suld honord be.\n 305A.56 \u2018And if he refuses to do that,\n Bid him look for nae gude o me;\n There sall never a Murray after him\n Have land in Etric forest frie.\u2019\n 305A.57 James came before the Outlaw keene,\n And served him in his ain degree:\n \u2018Wellcum, James Pringle of Torsonse,\n What tidings frae the king to me?\u2019\n 305A.58 \u2018He bids you meet him at Penman\u2019s Core,\n And bring four of your companie;\n Five erles will cum with the king,\n Nae more in number will he be.\n 305A.59 \u2018And gif you refuse to do that,\n I freely here upgive with thee,\n There will never a Murray after thee\n Have land in Etrick forest frie.\n 305A.60 \u2018He\u2019ll cast your bonny castell down,\n And make a widow of your gay ladie,\n He\u2019ll hang your merry men pair by pair\n In ony place where he may them see.\u2019\n 305A.61 \u2018It stands me hard,\u2019 the Outlaw said,\n \u2018Judge if it stands not hard with me;\n I reck not of losing of mysell,\n But all my offspring after me.\n 305A.62 \u2018Auld Haliday, young Haliday,\n Ye sall be twa to gang wi me;\n Andrew Murray and Sir James Murray,\n We\u2019ll be nae mae in cumpanie.\u2019\n 305A.63 When that they came before the king,\n They fell before him on their knee:\n \u2018Grant mercy, mercy, royal king,\n Een for his sake who died on tre!\u2019\n 305A.64 \u2018Sicken-like mercy sall ye have,\n On gallows ye sall hangit be;\u2019\n \u2018God forbid!\u2019 quo the Outlaw then,\n \u2018I hope your Grace will better be.\n 305A.65 \u2018These lands of Etrick forest fair,\n I wan them frae the enemie;\n Like as I wan them, sae will I keep them,\n Contrair all kings in Christentie.\u2019\n 305A.66 All the nobilis said, the king about,\n Pitye it were to see him die:\n \u2018Yet graunt me mercye, sovereign prince,\n Extend your favour unto me!\n 305A.67 \u2018I\u2019ll give you the keys of my castell,\n With the blessing of my fair ladie;\n Mak me the sheriff of the forest,\n And all my offspring after me.\u2019\n 305A.68 lt thou give me the keys of thy castell,\n With the blessing of thy fair ladye?\n I\u2019ll mak the[e] shiryff of the forest,\n Surely while upwards grows the trie;\n If you be not traytour to the king,\n Forfaulted sall ye never be.\u2019\n 305A.69 \u2018But, prince, what sall cum o my men?\n When I go back, traitour they\u2019ll ca me;\n I had rather lose my life and land,\n Eer my merry men rebuk d me.\u2019\n 305A.70 ll your merry men amend their lives\n And all their pardouns I grant thee:\n Now name thy landes whe\u2019ere they be,\n And here I render them to thee.\u2019\n 305A.71 \u2018Fair Philiphaugh, prince, is my awin,\n I biggit it wi lime and stane;\n The Tinnies and the Hangingshaw,\n My leige, are native steeds of mine.\n 305A.72 \u2019. . . . . . .\n . . . . . . .\n I have mony steeds in the forest shaw,\n But them by name I dinna knaw.\u2019\n 305A.73 The keys of the castell he gave the king,\n With the blessing of his fair ladye;\n He was made sheryff of Etrick forest,\n Surely while upward grows the trie;\n And, if he was not traytour to the king,\n Forfaulted he suld never be.\n 305A.74 Wha ever heard, in ony tymes,\n Sicken an outlaw in his degree\n Sic favour get before a king\n As did the Outlaw Murray of the forest frie?\n \n \n \n 305B: The Outlaw Murray\n \n \n 305B.1 ETTERICK FOREST\u2019s pleasant land,\n And it grows mony a bonny tree;\n With buck and doe and a\u2019 wild beast,\n As castle stands right bonnilie.\n 305B.2 Yon castle has twa unicorns,\n The like I never saw wi my ee,\n The picture of a knight and lady bright,\n And the green hollin\u2019s aboon her [bree].\n 305B.3 Word is gane to Edinbro town\n . . . . . . .\n That there\u2019s an Outlaw in Etterick forest\n That keeps as fine a court as he.\n 305B.4 The king has sworn a solemn oath,\n And he has sworn by [the Virgin Mary],\n He would either be king of Etterick forest,\n Or king of Scotland the Outlaw should be.\n 305B.5 He has ca\u2019d up Mr James Boyd,\n A highland laird I\u2019m sure was he:\n \u2018Ye must gae to Etterick forest\n And see of wha he hads his land,\n And wha pays yon men meat and fee.\u2019\n 305B.6 He\u2019s tane his leave o the king and court,\n Een as hard as he may dree;\n When he came in O\u2019er London edge,\n He viewed the forest wi his eee.\n 305B.7 He thought it was as pleasant a land\n As ever his two eyes did see,\n But when he came in oer . . \u2019.,\n They were a\u2019 ranked on Newark lee.\n 305B.8 O waly, but they were bonny to see!\n Five hundred men playing at the ba;\n They were a\u2019 clad in the Lincoln green,\n And the Outlaw\u2019s sell in taffety.\n 305B.9 \u2018Weel met you save, Outlaw,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018You and your brave companie;\n The King of Scotland hath sent me here,\n To see whom on you hold your lands,\n Or who pays thir men meat and fee.\u2019\n 305B.10 The first ae man the answer made,\n It was the Outlaw he:\n \u2018The lands they are all mine,\n And I pay thir men meat and fee,\n And as I wan them so will I lose them,\n Contrair the kings o Cristendie.\n 305B.11 \u2018I never was a king\u2019s subject,\n And a king\u2019s subject I\u2019ll never be;\n For I wan them i the fields fighting,\n Where him and his nobles durst not come and see.\u2019\n 305B.12 O out bespeaks the Outlaw\u2019s lady,\n I wot she spake right wisely;\n \u2018Be good unto your nobles at home,\n For Edinbro mine shall never see;\u2019\n But meat and drink o the best I\u2019m sure got he.\n 305B.13 He has taen his leave o the Outlaw free,\n And een as hard as he may dree,\n While he came to the king\u2019s court,\n Where he kneeld low down on his knee.\n 305B.14 \u2018What news? what news, James,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Frae yon Outlaw and his company?\u2019\n \u2018Yon forest is as fine a land\n As ever I did see.\n 305B.15 \u2018Yon Outlaw keeps as fine a court\n As any king in Cristendie;\n Yon lands they are here all his own,\n And he pays yon men meat and fee,\n And as he wan them so will he lose them,\n Contrair the kings of Cristendie.\n 305B.16 \u2018He never was a king\u2019s subject,\n And a king\u2019s subject he\u2019ll never be;\n For he wan them in the fields fighting,\n Where the king and his nobles durst not come to see.\u2019\n 305B.17 The king has sworn a solemn oath,\n And he has sworn by the Virgin Mary,\n He would either be king of Etterick forest,\n Or king of Scotland the Outlaw should be.\n 305B.18 The king has ca\u2019d up Mr James Pringle,\n Laird of Torson[s]e at the time was he:\n \u2018Ye must gae to Etterick forest,\n And see wha of he hads his land,\n And wha pays yon men meat and fee.\u2019\n 305B.19 He\u2019s tane his leave o the king and court,\n Een as hard as he may dree;\n When he came in O\u2019er London edge,\n He viewed the forest wi his eee.\n 305B.20 He thought it was as pleasant a land\n As ever his two eyes did see,\n But when he came in oer . . \u2019.,\n They were a\u2019 ranked on Newark lee.\n 305B.21 O waly, but they were bonny to see!\n Five hundred men playing at the ba;\n They were a\u2019 clad in the Lincoln green,\n And the Outlaw\u2019s sell in taffety.\n 305B.22 \u2018Weel met you save, Outlaw,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018You and your brave companie;\n The King of Scotland hath sent me here,\n To see whom on you hold your lands,\n Or who pays thir men meat and fee.\u2019\n 305B.23 The first ae man the answer made,\n It was the Outlaw he:\n \u2018The lands they are all mine,\n And I pay thir men meat and fee,\n And as I wan them so will I lose them,\n Contrair the kings o Cristendie.\n 305B.24 \u2018I never was a king\u2019s subject,\n And a king\u2019s subject I\u2019ll never be;\n For I wan them i the fields fighting,\n Where him and his nobles durst not come and see.\u2019\n 305B.25 O out bespeaks the Outlaw\u2019s lady,\n I wot she spake right wisely;\n \u2018Be good unto your nobles at home,\n For Edinbro mine shall never see;\u2019\n But meat and drink o the best I\u2019m sure got he.\n 305B.26 \u2018And as I wan them so will I lose them,\n Contrair the kings o Cristendie;\n I wan them frae the Soudan Turk,\n Whem their cuckold king durst not come to see;\n For I wan them in the fields fighting,\n Where him and his nobles durst not come to see.\u2019\n 305B.27 O out bespeaks the Outlaw\u2019s lady,\n I wot she spake right wisely;\n \u2018Be good unto your nobles at home,\n For Edinbro mine shall never see;\u2019\n But meat and drink o the best I\u2019m sure got he.\n 305B.28 He has taen his leave o the Outlaw free,\n And een as hard as he may dree,\n While he came to the king\u2019s court,\n Where he kneeld low down on his knee.\n 305B.29 \u2018What news? what news, James,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018Frae yon Outlaw and his company?\u2019\n \u2018Yon forest is as fine a land\n As ever I did see.\n 305B.30 \u2018Yon Outlaw keeps as fine a court\n As any king in Cristendie;\n Yon lands they are here all his own,\n And he pays yon men meat and fee,\n And as he wan them so will he lose them,\n Contrair the kings of Cristendie.\n 305B.31 \u2018He hever was a king\u2019s subject,\n And a king\u2019s subject he\u2019ll never be;\n For he wan them in the fields fighting,\n Where the king and his nobles durst not come to see.\u2019\n 305B.32 The king has sworn a solemn oath,\n And he has sworn by the Virgin Mary,\n He would either be king of Etterick forest,\n Or king of Scotland the Outlaw should be.\n 305B.33 \u2018Gar warn me Perthshire and Angus both,\n Fifeshire up and down, and Loudons three,\n For I fear of them we hae great need,\n . . . . . . . \u2019.\u2019\n 305B.34 Then word is come to the Outlaw then,\n \u2018Our noble king comes o the morn,\n Landless men ye will a\u2019 be;\u2019\n He\u2019s called up his little foot-page,\n His sister\u2019s son I trow was he.\n 305B.35 \u2018Ye must tak Etterick head\n Een as hard as ye can drie;\n Ye must gae to the Corhead and tell\n Andrew Brown this frae me.\n 305B.36 \u2018The noble king comes in the morn,\n And landless men we will a\u2019 be;\n . . . . . . .\n And tell him to send me some supply.\u2019\n 305B.37 The boy has taen Etterick head,\n And een has hard as he may drie,\n Till he came to the Corhead,\n And he shouted out and cry\u2019d well he.\n 305B.38 \u2018What news? what news, my little boy?\n What news has thy master to me?\u2019\n \u2018The noble king comes in the morn,\n And landless then ye will a\u2019 be.\n 305B.39 \u2018Ye must meet him on the morn,\n And mak him some supply;\u2019\n \u2018For if he get the forest fair frae him,\n He\u2019ll hae Moffat-dale frae me.\n 305B.40 \u2018I\u2019ll meet him the morn wi five hundred men,\n And fifty mair, if they may be;\n And if he get the forest fair\n We\u2019ll a\u2019 die on the Newark lee.\u2019\n 305B.41 Word is gane to the Border then,\n To . . . , the country-keeper I\u2019m sure was he:\n \u2018The noble king comes in the morn,\n And landless me ye will a\u2019 be.\u2019\n 305B.42 \u2018I\u2019ll meet him the morn wi five hundred men,\n And fifty mair, if they may be;\n And if he get the forest fair,\n We\u2019ll a\u2019 die on the Newark lee.\u2019\n 305B.43 Word is gane to Philiphaugh,\n His sister\u2019s son I\u2019m sure was he,\n To meet him the morn wi some supply,\n \u2018For the noble king comes in the morn,\n And landless men ye will a\u2019 be.\u2019\n 305B.44 \u2018In the day I daur not be seen,\n For he took a\u2019 my lands frae me\n And gifted me them back again;\n Therefore against him I must not be;\n For if I be found against him rebel,\n It will be counted great treason[rie].\n 305B.45 \u2018In the day I daur not be seen,\n But in the night he shall me find\n With five hundred men and fifty, if they may be,\n And before he get the forest fair\n We\u2019ll a\u2019 die on the Newark lee.\u2019\n 305B.46 n the king came in oer Loudon edge,\n Wi three thousand weel teld was he,\n And when he came in oer . . .\n He viewd that forest wi his ee.\n 305B.47 The Outlaw and his men were a\u2019\n Ranked on the Newark lee;\n They were a\u2019 clad in the Lincoln green,\n And he himsell in the taffety.\n 305B.48 An auld grey-haird knight has taen aff his cap,\n . . . . . . .\n \u2018Pardon, pardon, my sovereign liege,\n Two or three words to speak wi you.\n 305B.49 \u2018If you please to send for the Outlaw,\n To see if he could with you agree,\n There\u2019s not a man yon Outlaw has\n But of yours he\u2019ll choose to be.\u2019\n 305B.50 The king he has taen af his cap,\n He held it on his majesty;\n \u2018I\u2019ll meet him the morn at the poor man\u2019s house,\n In number not above two or three;\u2019\n The Outlaw says, I\u2019ll hae as few as thee.\n 305B.51 \u2018There\u2019s Andrew Brown, and Andrew Murray,\n And Mess James Murray shall gang wi me,\n . . . . . . . .\n And nae mae shall my number be.\u2019\n 305B.52 And when they came to the poor man\u2019s core\n They waited two lang hours or three,\n And they were aware of the noble king coming,\n And hundreds three in his company.\n 305B.53 \u2018I wonder what the muckle Deel\n He\u2019ll learned kings to lie,\n For to fetch me here frae amang my men\n Even like a dog for to die;\n But before I gang to Edinbro town\n Monny toom saddles shall there be.\u2019\n 305B.54 The king he has taen aff his cap;\n . . . . . .\n \u2018It [were] great offence here,\u2019 he says,\n \u2018And great pity to see thee die.\n 305B.55 \u2018For thou shalt be laerd o this forest fair\n As lang as upwards grows the tree\n and downward the twa rivers run,\n If the steads thou can but rightly name to me\u2019\n 305B.56 \u2018There\u2019s Hangingshaw high and Hangingshaw laigh,\n . . . . . . .\n The Tinis and the Tinis-burn,\n The Newark and the Newark lee.\u2019\n * * * * * * *\n \n \n \n 305C: The Outlaw Murray\n \n \n 305C.1 \u2018GAE fetch to me James Pringle wi hast,\n An see that he come speedilie,\n For he maun on to Ettrick forest,\n An see whae pays yon men meat and fee.\u2019\n 305C.2 When James Pringle cam down oer Birkendalee,\n The hawks war yellin right loudlie,\n The hunds war rinnin oer hill and dale,\n As the bugle-horn soundit bonnilie.\n 305C.3 \u2018Gae tell yer king this land\u2019s my ain,\n An to thir men I pay meat and fee;\n I took it thrae the Souden Turk,\n When nae sic cuckold king might be.\n 305C.4 \u2018Sae as I wan, sae will I lose,\n Spite o the kings in Christendie;\n I never was a king\u2019s subject,\n Nor a king\u2019s subject will I ever be.\u2019\n 305C.5 \u2018Outlaw Murray says yon land\u2019s his ain,\n And to yon men he pays meat and fee;\n He took it frae the Souden Turk,\n When you and your men durstna come and see.\u2019\n 305C.6 It was than the king he gat up in hast,\n An wow an angrie man was he!\n \u2018I\u2019se either be king o Ettrick forest,\n Or king o Scotland sal he be.\n 305C.7 \u2018Gar warn me Fife an a\u2019 Lothian land,\n An Perth an Angus, to ride wi me,\n For gin we war five thousan strang\n Master and mair I fear he\u2019ll be.\u2019\n 305C.8 When the king came oer be Birkendalee,\n He spy\u2019d the forest wi his ee;\n There war daes an raes an monie wild beast,\n An a castle stannin right bonnilie.\n 305C.9 An in that caslte a unicorn,\n An, waly, but they war fair to see!\n A warlike knight and a lady bright,\n An the green halleen aboon her bree.\n 305C.10 An Outlaw Murray an his merry men\n War a\u2019 rankit up i the Newark lee,\n Well mountit on a milk-white steed;\n Waly, he rankit them bonnilie!\n 305C.11 His men war a clad oer wi green,\n An he was clad i the taffatie,\n Wi belt an pistle by his side;\n O waly, but they war fair to see!\n * * * * * * *\n 305C.12 \u2018Haliday young an Halliday auld,\n Ye ir the men that man ride wi me;\n But gin we war five hunder strang\n Master an mair I fear they\u2019ll be.\u2019\n * * * * * * *\n 305C.13 \u2018Philliphaugh it is my ain,\n An Newark it belangs to me;\n Lewinshope an Hanginshaw\n Nae mortal man can claim thrae me.\u2019\n * * * * * * *\n 305C.14 It was than James Boyd got up in hast,\n An to his merry men a\u2019 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