A True History Of several Honourable Families of the Right Honourable Name of Scot In the Shires of Roxburgh and Selkirk, and others adjacent. Gathered out of Ancient Chronicles, Histories, and Traditions of our Fathers. By Capt. Walter Scot, An old Souldier, and no Scholler, And one that can Write nane, But just the Letters of his Name |
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Here follows how the Lord Buckcleugh affronts the Lord Scroup,
first by Letters, and then by taking him prisoner out of the Castle of
Carlisle by a Stratagem.
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Here follows how the Lord Buckcleugh affronts the Lord Scroup, first by Letters, and then by taking him prisoner out of the Castle of Carlisle by a Stratagem.
Thus being vext, he shew the Friends of the Name,
How the Lord Scroup had Willy Kinment tane;
And said, if they would but take part with him,
He knew a way to bring him back again;
To which Demand they presently did conclude,
They would serve his Honour to the last drop of their blood:
For certainty did prov'd to be a truth,
He'll still be call'd the good Lord of Buckcleugh;
His Friends advice that he desir'd to know,
Was Howpasly, Thirlstone, Bonnitoun, and Tushilaw,
And Gaudilands his Uncles son,
With Whitslade, Headshaw and Sinton,
And Gilbert Elliot he was not of his Name,
But was his Honours Cousin-german;
Those Gentlemen in Vote did all agree,
Five hundred to march in his Honours Company;
He thank'd them for their Vote, and said, that must not be,
Pick me out chosen men, no more but thirty three;
At Thirlston his Brethren they did begin,
They being the first Cousin-german,
Both Walter and William was there in brief,
And presented their Service unto their Chief;
Then Tushilaw did follow them,
And sent his two sons James and John,
With Mr. Arthur Scot of Newburgh,
And Robert Scot of Gilmarscleugh,
Bowhill his brother William did thither come,
And John Scot brother to Bonnitoun;
So did William of Haining, a valiant Squire,
And William Scot of Hartwoodmire,
And William of Midgap came theretill,
He was Grandsir to this Laird of Horslyhill;
Walter of Diphope a Mettal-man,
And John of Middlestead together came;
Robert of Huntly he did not fail,
He came with the Scots of the Water of Ail;
So did Walter of Todrig that well could ride,
And Robert Scot brother to Whitslade,
Andrew of Sallinside he was one,
With James of Kirkhouse, and Askirks John;
Robert of Headshaw himself would gang,
He was his Honours Cousin-german;
Sinton and Wall, they stay'd at home,
Kirkhouse and Askirk went in their room;
Because it was my Lord's decree,
But younger Brethren they all should be;
Some stout and valiant able men,
They would not stay at home,
And some related to my Lord they needs would go along,
Although my Lord to Friends had letten't fall,
He would not have a Landed man at all;
Yet valiant men they would not bide,
As appeared by Hardin, Stobs, and Commonside;
They counted not their Lives and Lands so dear,
As the loss of the least Title of their Chief's honour.
But now I come for to explain,
The rest of these three and thirty men;
Satchells and Burnfoot they cross'd these Strands,
With Burnfoot in Tiviot and Gaudilands,
Hardin and Stobs before I did name,
Now follows Howfoord and Robertoun,
Howpasly he sent out his Brother,
And Allan-haugh sent out another;
Clack and Alton did both accord,
To present their Service unto my Lord;
Hassenden came without a call,
The antientest House among them all;
Thus I have gone through with pain,
To reckon the three and thirty men;
These Gentlemen were all Scots,
Except Gilbert Elliot of the Stobs,
Which was a valiant Gentleman,
And as said before my Lord's Cousin-german;
These Gentlemen did all conveen,
At Branksom-gate his Honour to attend;
They neither knew the Cause, nor what the Cause might be,
Before they came the length of Netherbie;
Although his Honours trusty Friend did ken,
Both some that went with him, and some that stay'd at home;
They had it on Parol under great Secrecy,
And to reveal't was worse than Infamy;
When it pleas'd my Lord to ride, no man did know,
What his Intention was, and whither he did go;
Except his Counsellors, Knights, and Gentlemen of Fame,
Which passed not above seven or eight in all the Name;
Where-ever he went, he had one or two of them,
And for the rest he let them nothing ken.
How the Lord Scroup had Willy Kinment tane;
And said, if they would but take part with him,
He knew a way to bring him back again;
To which Demand they presently did conclude,
They would serve his Honour to the last drop of their blood:
For certainty did prov'd to be a truth,
He'll still be call'd the good Lord of Buckcleugh;
His Friends advice that he desir'd to know,
Was Howpasly, Thirlstone, Bonnitoun, and Tushilaw,
And Gaudilands his Uncles son,
With Whitslade, Headshaw and Sinton,
And Gilbert Elliot he was not of his Name,
But was his Honours Cousin-german;
Those Gentlemen in Vote did all agree,
Five hundred to march in his Honours Company;
He thank'd them for their Vote, and said, that must not be,
Pick me out chosen men, no more but thirty three;
At Thirlston his Brethren they did begin,
They being the first Cousin-german,
Both Walter and William was there in brief,
And presented their Service unto their Chief;
Then Tushilaw did follow them,
And sent his two sons James and John,
With Mr. Arthur Scot of Newburgh,
And Robert Scot of Gilmarscleugh,
Bowhill his brother William did thither come,
And John Scot brother to Bonnitoun;
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And William Scot of Hartwoodmire,
And William of Midgap came theretill,
He was Grandsir to this Laird of Horslyhill;
Walter of Diphope a Mettal-man,
And John of Middlestead together came;
Robert of Huntly he did not fail,
He came with the Scots of the Water of Ail;
So did Walter of Todrig that well could ride,
And Robert Scot brother to Whitslade,
Andrew of Sallinside he was one,
With James of Kirkhouse, and Askirks John;
Robert of Headshaw himself would gang,
He was his Honours Cousin-german;
Sinton and Wall, they stay'd at home,
Kirkhouse and Askirk went in their room;
Because it was my Lord's decree,
But younger Brethren they all should be;
Some stout and valiant able men,
They would not stay at home,
And some related to my Lord they needs would go along,
Although my Lord to Friends had letten't fall,
He would not have a Landed man at all;
Yet valiant men they would not bide,
As appeared by Hardin, Stobs, and Commonside;
They counted not their Lives and Lands so dear,
As the loss of the least Title of their Chief's honour.
But now I come for to explain,
The rest of these three and thirty men;
Satchells and Burnfoot they cross'd these Strands,
With Burnfoot in Tiviot and Gaudilands,
Hardin and Stobs before I did name,
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Howpasly he sent out his Brother,
And Allan-haugh sent out another;
Clack and Alton did both accord,
To present their Service unto my Lord;
Hassenden came without a call,
The antientest House among them all;
Thus I have gone through with pain,
To reckon the three and thirty men;
These Gentlemen were all Scots,
Except Gilbert Elliot of the Stobs,
Which was a valiant Gentleman,
And as said before my Lord's Cousin-german;
These Gentlemen did all conveen,
At Branksom-gate his Honour to attend;
They neither knew the Cause, nor what the Cause might be,
Before they came the length of Netherbie;
Although his Honours trusty Friend did ken,
Both some that went with him, and some that stay'd at home;
They had it on Parol under great Secrecy,
And to reveal't was worse than Infamy;
When it pleas'd my Lord to ride, no man did know,
What his Intention was, and whither he did go;
Except his Counsellors, Knights, and Gentlemen of Fame,
Which passed not above seven or eight in all the Name;
Where-ever he went, he had one or two of them,
And for the rest he let them nothing ken.
But now for to proceed without delay,
Buckcleugh from Branksom took the way,
Through the Woods of Esk in a full Carrier went he,
To the Woodhouseleys which is near to Netherbie;
And there a while continued he,
He brought Wrights along in his Company;
And caused them Scaling-ladders make,
Although the Wrights knew not for what;
Both artificial, long and strong,
There was six Horsemen to carry them along;
In a high Carrier my Lord did ride,
To the Woodhouslies on the Border-side;
For Netherbie is in English ground,
But the Woodhouslies is in Scotland;
There is a long Mile them between,
Divided by the River of Esk her furious Streams;
My Lord caused raise a vulgar report,
That he was only come to hold a Justice-Court;
Which caused Fugitives to flee,
Unto the Woods and Mountains high;
And for the Ladders tight and tall,
Was made for the Towers of Branksom-hall;
Though it was made long and strong and most compleat,
To reach Carelisles Castles Battlement;
Such excuses there was for every thing,
But for's Honours intention there was no din;
Most privatly he his course did steer,
About Christmass, the hinder end of the year:
The day was past before the Wrights had done,
Then it was long eight Mile to Carelisle Town;
The Way was deep, and the Water was strong,
And the Ladder was fifty Foot long;
The Firmament was dark, the gods was not in place,
Then Madam Night did show her ebon'd face;
Luna in sable Mantle her course did steer,
And Jupiter he no way did appear;
Then scorching Sol, he was gone to his rest,
And Titan had tane lodging in the VVest;
Saturn he did rule into that strain,
Mars and Venus under Cloud remain'd;
Joves Thunder-bolts in Skies did not appear,
Juno mask'd in a Fog, the Night was no ways clear,
But yet his Honour he did no longer bide,
But paced throughout the Muir to the River Edin-side;
Near the Stonish-bank my Lord a time did stay,
And left the one half of his Company,
For fear they had made noise or din,
Near the Castle they should come,
The River was in no great rage,
They cross'd near half a Mile below the Bridge;
Then along the Sands with no noise at all,
They come close uuder the Castle-wall;
Then masked Midnight slowth did keep,
And mortal Eyes was inclined to sleep;
Immediatly they did their Ladder plant,
Which reach'd the Castles Battlement;
Then up the Ladder they reer but doubt,
And broke a sheet of Leid on the Castle-top,
A passage made, and in they came,
The Cape-house-door they burst in twain;
Then down the Stairs they come amain,
Where Kinment fettered lay within,
Then with Fore-hammers Doors they broke down,
Amazing the Lord Scroup, and all his Garison;
They hors'd Kinment with his Bolts upon a strong mans back,
And to the Castle-top in the Ladder they did him set,
The Wardens Trumpets did most sweetly sound,
Which put the Garison in a fear,
That all Scotland was come;
The Governour thought the Castle had been gone,
He intended for to run and surely to save none;
Then Kinment said, when first here I did come,
Lord Scroup engaged me to take leave of him;
Then with a turning voice he did cry out;
Farewell, farewell, to my good Lord Scroup,
Which terrified the English more,
By an hundred times than they were before;
Then down the Ladder in haste they Willy gat,
And set him Sadle-aside upon a Horses back;
Mean time the Trumpets sounded, Come if ye dare,
They were the last men that came down the VVooden-stair,
They mounted all with speed, and safely did return
The self same way they formerly did come;
They observ'd neither File nor Rank,
They met with the rest of their Party at Stenicks-bank;
Carlisles Dark-muirs they did pass through,
There was never a man did them pursue,
To Lines-water they come with speed,
Then past the Muirs on the other side;
Then Kinment VVilly cry'd out with pain,
And said his Irons had him undone,
The which to his Legs stuck like Burs,
He never before rode with such large Spurs;
They stayed for no Smith on the English-ground,
At Canninbie they arrived into Scotland;
VVithout loss or hurt to any man,
At Canninbie a Smith they fand;
By that time Aurora did appear,
Then bright Phœbus spread her Beams most clear;
The Smith on haste was set to work,
And fyl'd the Irons off VVilly Kinment;
Yet Kinment VVillie durst not stay at home,
But to Branksome Place, he with his Honor came.
Buckcleugh from Branksom took the way,
Through the Woods of Esk in a full Carrier went he,
To the Woodhouseleys which is near to Netherbie;
And there a while continued he,
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And caused them Scaling-ladders make,
Although the Wrights knew not for what;
Both artificial, long and strong,
There was six Horsemen to carry them along;
In a high Carrier my Lord did ride,
To the Woodhouslies on the Border-side;
For Netherbie is in English ground,
But the Woodhouslies is in Scotland;
There is a long Mile them between,
Divided by the River of Esk her furious Streams;
My Lord caused raise a vulgar report,
That he was only come to hold a Justice-Court;
Which caused Fugitives to flee,
Unto the Woods and Mountains high;
And for the Ladders tight and tall,
Was made for the Towers of Branksom-hall;
Though it was made long and strong and most compleat,
To reach Carelisles Castles Battlement;
Such excuses there was for every thing,
But for's Honours intention there was no din;
Most privatly he his course did steer,
About Christmass, the hinder end of the year:
The day was past before the Wrights had done,
Then it was long eight Mile to Carelisle Town;
The Way was deep, and the Water was strong,
And the Ladder was fifty Foot long;
The Firmament was dark, the gods was not in place,
Then Madam Night did show her ebon'd face;
Luna in sable Mantle her course did steer,
And Jupiter he no way did appear;
Then scorching Sol, he was gone to his rest,
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Saturn he did rule into that strain,
Mars and Venus under Cloud remain'd;
Joves Thunder-bolts in Skies did not appear,
Juno mask'd in a Fog, the Night was no ways clear,
But yet his Honour he did no longer bide,
But paced throughout the Muir to the River Edin-side;
Near the Stonish-bank my Lord a time did stay,
And left the one half of his Company,
For fear they had made noise or din,
Near the Castle they should come,
The River was in no great rage,
They cross'd near half a Mile below the Bridge;
Then along the Sands with no noise at all,
They come close uuder the Castle-wall;
Then masked Midnight slowth did keep,
And mortal Eyes was inclined to sleep;
Immediatly they did their Ladder plant,
Which reach'd the Castles Battlement;
Then up the Ladder they reer but doubt,
And broke a sheet of Leid on the Castle-top,
A passage made, and in they came,
The Cape-house-door they burst in twain;
Then down the Stairs they come amain,
Where Kinment fettered lay within,
Then with Fore-hammers Doors they broke down,
Amazing the Lord Scroup, and all his Garison;
They hors'd Kinment with his Bolts upon a strong mans back,
And to the Castle-top in the Ladder they did him set,
The Wardens Trumpets did most sweetly sound,
Which put the Garison in a fear,
That all Scotland was come;
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He intended for to run and surely to save none;
Then Kinment said, when first here I did come,
Lord Scroup engaged me to take leave of him;
Then with a turning voice he did cry out;
Farewell, farewell, to my good Lord Scroup,
Which terrified the English more,
By an hundred times than they were before;
Then down the Ladder in haste they Willy gat,
And set him Sadle-aside upon a Horses back;
Mean time the Trumpets sounded, Come if ye dare,
They were the last men that came down the VVooden-stair,
They mounted all with speed, and safely did return
The self same way they formerly did come;
They observ'd neither File nor Rank,
They met with the rest of their Party at Stenicks-bank;
Carlisles Dark-muirs they did pass through,
There was never a man did them pursue,
To Lines-water they come with speed,
Then past the Muirs on the other side;
Then Kinment VVilly cry'd out with pain,
And said his Irons had him undone,
The which to his Legs stuck like Burs,
He never before rode with such large Spurs;
They stayed for no Smith on the English-ground,
At Canninbie they arrived into Scotland;
VVithout loss or hurt to any man,
At Canninbie a Smith they fand;
By that time Aurora did appear,
Then bright Phœbus spread her Beams most clear;
The Smith on haste was set to work,
And fyl'd the Irons off VVilly Kinment;
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But to Branksome Place, he with his Honor came.
The Lord Scroup afrighted, he did to London hie,
And to Elizabeth his Queen, he form'd many a lie;
And that how King James the sixth of Scotland then
Sent to assault her Castle with an host of Men:
VVhich put her Garison in a terrible fear,
And the villain Kinment VVilly carried away clear;
Such numbers broke in at the Castle top,
And brought Kinment VVilly out of the Pit:
He told the Queen, he thought to flee in haste,
The City could not stand, the Castle being lost,
The vulgar being amazed in such a sort,
It was bright day or he durst open the Port:
They had left the Ladder standing at the VVall:
But in haste they were returned to Scotland all:
VVherefore in sign and token of my Loyalty,
I here complain of Scotlands villany,
And especially of that desperat youth,
The Scots VVarden, he's call'd, Lord of Buckcleugh:
The Queen caused her Council to conveen,
And shew them how Carlisles Garison,
Late by the Scots she was affronted,
For they on her Castle were high mounted:
And broke in at the very top,
And reliev'd Kinment from the Pit,
The Queen and her Council did command,
A Messenger to pass into Scotland:
To ask King James what was his reason,
In a hostile way to assault the Garison:
VVith such an host of men of war,
And fetcht away her Prisoner:
The King the Message soon did understand,
And shew his Cusin the Queen of England,
He then desired her Majesty,
She would be pleased and satisfied,
And understand how things are come and gone,
VVhich of the Nations hath done other wrong:
To make her self the Judge, He was content,
And according to their merits she should give out Judgement:
For on his Royal VVord he did explain,
Scroup was first faulter to the Scots Nation:
Lord Scroup he did begin to that effect,
To invade our Land, and imprison our Subjects:
VVith three hundred horse to come into our Land,
VVithout leave of Our VVarden, or any of our command:
A very insolent act against our Crown and Dignity,
By the Law of Arms, he doth deserve to dy:
Our stout Lord VVarden not being in place,
Though Scroup much wrong'd our Nation, and did him disgrace;
It seems he did appeal him privatly to fight,
But like a Coward he did his Challenge slight:
And so without Our order, he went out,
To be reveng'd upon the base Lord Scroup:
No more but sixteen men to Carlisle came,
And gave alarm to Castle and the Town,
VVherein a thousand did remain,
Your Majesty may think he was a stout Captain,
Our Prisoner he did but relieve again,
And none of your Subjects either hurt or slain:
VVe think his valour merits some reward,
That of your Towers and Castles no way was afraid;
VVe think your Governour deserves both lack and shame,
That suffered sixteen men your Prisoner to gain:
That Governour is not a Souldier stout,
Who being a thousand strong, and durst not ventur out:
VVith Letters to such purpose the Messenger did return,
And expresly shew the Queen, she being at London,
Her Council did conveen, and the Decree gave out,
That Scroup was all the blame of the passage went about:
The English Council call'd Buckcleugh a man compleat,
VVhich did merit honour, he must be of a Heroick Spirit:
Both King and Council sounded his Commendation,
VVishing for many such within their English Nation:
Such praises made the Queen her Royal Majesty,
Be most desirous that bold Buckcleugh to see.
The Queen wrot to King James,
All the whole and sole truth,
VVith a fervent desire to see the Lord Buckcleugh,
The King sent for Buckcleugh, and to him did unfold,
Shewing him, he must go see
His Cusin, Queen of England:
Buckcleugh did yeeld to venture Life and Land,
And do whatever the King did him command:
A certain time the King did him confer,
And shew he was a Free-man, no Prisoner;
You with your Servants had best go there by Land,
For all you have to do, it's to kiss our Cusins hand:
The fixed day when that my Lord should go,
Was in the Month of March, when husband men corn sow;
A rumor rose, and spread through the whole Country,
How the Lord Buckcleugh he must at London dy;
Upon the fixed day his Honour went,
Which caused many hundreds to lament;
Which said alas! they were undone,
And fear'd my Lord should ne're return again;
The whole Name of Scot, and all his Friends about,
Maxwel and Johnston conveyed him out;
The Humes came from the Merss,
And in Ednem-Haugh did bide;
A thousand Gentlemen conveyed him over Tweed;
They put him to Flowden Field,
The length of Scotlands ground;
And there took leave, and back again return'd;
Toward London Rode, they did themselves apply,
Thirlston, Sir Robert Scot bear his Honour company;
No more there past with his Honor along,
But three Domestick Servants, and Sir Robert Scot had one:
The day being Tuesday, twenty four myle they wan,
And lodged in Morpeth, into Northumberland,
On Wedensday twenty four myles they came,
Into the Principality of Durham;
On Thursday they their Course did steer,
Thirty four myles to Borrow-bridge in York-shire,
On Friday to Duncaster his Honor bade;
Twenty eight myle that day he no less rade:
To view the Town, his Honor did desire,
It being within the County of York-shire;
For as men pass along the Road,
York-shire is sixty six myles broad,
On Saturnday, twenty eight myle he went,
To New-wark Town that stands upon Trent,
And all the Sabbath his Honor did remain,
The Town lyes in the County of Notingham;
On Munday he his Course did steer,
Twenty six myles to Stenfoord in Lincoln-shire,
On Tuesday twenty short myle he came,
To the Town and Shire called Huntingtoun,
On Wednesday his Honor did fare,
Twenty nine myles to Ware in Hartford-shire,
On Thursday he did go betwixt,
Ware and Troynovent in Middlesex,
Troynovent was the antient Name;
King Lud brought it to be call'd London,
He did not sooner London gain,
Till it was noised among the English-men,
They run in flocks, and did on's Honor gaze,
As he had been the Monster slain by Hercules,
The People to their Neighbours did cry out,
Come let us go, and see that valiant Scot:
Which out of Carlisle stoutly took,
Kinment in spight of our Lord Scroup,
In Carlisle Kinment did remain,
Whilst this Scot fetcht him out, and had but sixteen men,
At London Kinment Willy his name was better known,
Nor it was in the Border-side where his Fore-fathers were born:
But now for to conclude within a little time,
The good Lord of Buckcleugh to the English Court did win;
That valiant Cavalier he came with such a Grace,
The English Wardens usher'd him to the Presence;
Notice came to the Queen, that bold Buckcleugh was there,
Then she left her Privat Chamber, and in Presence did appear;
The Queen in modesty, a Complement did frame,
Desiring to know the health of his Master,
Her Cousin good King James,
A sign of War to me appears, and makes great variance;
Amongst such Blades who do invade,
And become League-breakers,
Since ye intrude within Our Border,
And did assault Our Garison;
And Kinment reliev'd without order;
Ye make but a scar-crow of Englands Queen,
I thought my Cusin James yet King,
Should never done his Friend such wrong,
But this I leave to another time;
He may repent or it be long.
And to Elizabeth his Queen, he form'd many a lie;
And that how King James the sixth of Scotland then
Sent to assault her Castle with an host of Men:
VVhich put her Garison in a terrible fear,
And the villain Kinment VVilly carried away clear;
Such numbers broke in at the Castle top,
And brought Kinment VVilly out of the Pit:
He told the Queen, he thought to flee in haste,
The City could not stand, the Castle being lost,
The vulgar being amazed in such a sort,
It was bright day or he durst open the Port:
They had left the Ladder standing at the VVall:
But in haste they were returned to Scotland all:
VVherefore in sign and token of my Loyalty,
I here complain of Scotlands villany,
And especially of that desperat youth,
The Scots VVarden, he's call'd, Lord of Buckcleugh:
The Queen caused her Council to conveen,
And shew them how Carlisles Garison,
Late by the Scots she was affronted,
For they on her Castle were high mounted:
And broke in at the very top,
And reliev'd Kinment from the Pit,
The Queen and her Council did command,
A Messenger to pass into Scotland:
To ask King James what was his reason,
In a hostile way to assault the Garison:
VVith such an host of men of war,
And fetcht away her Prisoner:
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And shew his Cusin the Queen of England,
He then desired her Majesty,
She would be pleased and satisfied,
And understand how things are come and gone,
VVhich of the Nations hath done other wrong:
To make her self the Judge, He was content,
And according to their merits she should give out Judgement:
For on his Royal VVord he did explain,
Scroup was first faulter to the Scots Nation:
Lord Scroup he did begin to that effect,
To invade our Land, and imprison our Subjects:
VVith three hundred horse to come into our Land,
VVithout leave of Our VVarden, or any of our command:
A very insolent act against our Crown and Dignity,
By the Law of Arms, he doth deserve to dy:
Our stout Lord VVarden not being in place,
Though Scroup much wrong'd our Nation, and did him disgrace;
It seems he did appeal him privatly to fight,
But like a Coward he did his Challenge slight:
And so without Our order, he went out,
To be reveng'd upon the base Lord Scroup:
No more but sixteen men to Carlisle came,
And gave alarm to Castle and the Town,
VVherein a thousand did remain,
Your Majesty may think he was a stout Captain,
Our Prisoner he did but relieve again,
And none of your Subjects either hurt or slain:
VVe think his valour merits some reward,
That of your Towers and Castles no way was afraid;
VVe think your Governour deserves both lack and shame,
That suffered sixteen men your Prisoner to gain:
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Who being a thousand strong, and durst not ventur out:
VVith Letters to such purpose the Messenger did return,
And expresly shew the Queen, she being at London,
Her Council did conveen, and the Decree gave out,
That Scroup was all the blame of the passage went about:
The English Council call'd Buckcleugh a man compleat,
VVhich did merit honour, he must be of a Heroick Spirit:
Both King and Council sounded his Commendation,
VVishing for many such within their English Nation:
Such praises made the Queen her Royal Majesty,
Be most desirous that bold Buckcleugh to see.
The Queen wrot to King James,
All the whole and sole truth,
VVith a fervent desire to see the Lord Buckcleugh,
The King sent for Buckcleugh, and to him did unfold,
Shewing him, he must go see
His Cusin, Queen of England:
Buckcleugh did yeeld to venture Life and Land,
And do whatever the King did him command:
A certain time the King did him confer,
And shew he was a Free-man, no Prisoner;
You with your Servants had best go there by Land,
For all you have to do, it's to kiss our Cusins hand:
The fixed day when that my Lord should go,
Was in the Month of March, when husband men corn sow;
A rumor rose, and spread through the whole Country,
How the Lord Buckcleugh he must at London dy;
Upon the fixed day his Honour went,
Which caused many hundreds to lament;
Which said alas! they were undone,
And fear'd my Lord should ne're return again;
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Maxwel and Johnston conveyed him out;
The Humes came from the Merss,
And in Ednem-Haugh did bide;
A thousand Gentlemen conveyed him over Tweed;
They put him to Flowden Field,
The length of Scotlands ground;
And there took leave, and back again return'd;
Toward London Rode, they did themselves apply,
Thirlston, Sir Robert Scot bear his Honour company;
No more there past with his Honor along,
But three Domestick Servants, and Sir Robert Scot had one:
The day being Tuesday, twenty four myle they wan,
And lodged in Morpeth, into Northumberland,
On Wedensday twenty four myles they came,
Into the Principality of Durham;
On Thursday they their Course did steer,
Thirty four myles to Borrow-bridge in York-shire,
On Friday to Duncaster his Honor bade;
Twenty eight myle that day he no less rade:
To view the Town, his Honor did desire,
It being within the County of York-shire;
For as men pass along the Road,
York-shire is sixty six myles broad,
On Saturnday, twenty eight myle he went,
To New-wark Town that stands upon Trent,
And all the Sabbath his Honor did remain,
The Town lyes in the County of Notingham;
On Munday he his Course did steer,
Twenty six myles to Stenfoord in Lincoln-shire,
On Tuesday twenty short myle he came,
To the Town and Shire called Huntingtoun,
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Twenty nine myles to Ware in Hartford-shire,
On Thursday he did go betwixt,
Ware and Troynovent in Middlesex,
Troynovent was the antient Name;
King Lud brought it to be call'd London,
He did not sooner London gain,
Till it was noised among the English-men,
They run in flocks, and did on's Honor gaze,
As he had been the Monster slain by Hercules,
The People to their Neighbours did cry out,
Come let us go, and see that valiant Scot:
Which out of Carlisle stoutly took,
Kinment in spight of our Lord Scroup,
In Carlisle Kinment did remain,
Whilst this Scot fetcht him out, and had but sixteen men,
At London Kinment Willy his name was better known,
Nor it was in the Border-side where his Fore-fathers were born:
But now for to conclude within a little time,
The good Lord of Buckcleugh to the English Court did win;
That valiant Cavalier he came with such a Grace,
The English Wardens usher'd him to the Presence;
Notice came to the Queen, that bold Buckcleugh was there,
Then she left her Privat Chamber, and in Presence did appear;
The Queen in modesty, a Complement did frame,
Desiring to know the health of his Master,
Her Cousin good King James,
A sign of War to me appears, and makes great variance;
Amongst such Blades who do invade,
And become League-breakers,
Since ye intrude within Our Border,
And did assault Our Garison;
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Ye make but a scar-crow of Englands Queen,
I thought my Cusin James yet King,
Should never done his Friend such wrong,
But this I leave to another time;
He may repent or it be long.
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