The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Bothwell Brigg.
“Oh what is become o' your leal goodman,
That now you are a' your lane?
If he has join'd wi' the rebel gang,
You will never see him again.”
That now you are a' your lane?
If he has join'd wi' the rebel gang,
You will never see him again.”
“Oh say nae ‘the rebel gang,’ ladye;
It's a term nae heart can thole,
For them wha rebel against their God,
It is justice to control.
It's a term nae heart can thole,
For them wha rebel against their God,
It is justice to control.
“When rank oppression rends the heart,
And rules wi' stroke o' death,
Wha wadna spend their dear heart's blood
For the tenets o' their faith?
And rules wi' stroke o' death,
Wha wadna spend their dear heart's blood
For the tenets o' their faith?
“Then say nae ‘the rebel gang,’ ladye,
For it gies me muckle pain;
My John went away with Earlston,
And I'll never see either again.”
For it gies me muckle pain;
My John went away with Earlston,
And I'll never see either again.”
“Oh wae is my heart for thee, Janet,
Oh sair is my heart for thee!
These Covenant men were ill advised;
They are fools, you may credit me.
Oh sair is my heart for thee!
These Covenant men were ill advised;
They are fools, you may credit me.
“Where's a' their boastfu' preaching now,
Against their king and law,
When mony a head in death lies low,
And mony mae maun fa'?”
Against their king and law,
When mony a head in death lies low,
And mony mae maun fa'?”
“Ay, but death lasts no for aye, ladye,
For the grave maun yield its prey;
And when we meet on the verge of heaven,
We'll see wha are fools that day:
For the grave maun yield its prey;
And when we meet on the verge of heaven,
We'll see wha are fools that day:
“We'll see wha looks in their Saviour's face
With holiest joy and pride,
Whether they who shed his servants' blood,
Or those that for him died.
With holiest joy and pride,
Whether they who shed his servants' blood,
Or those that for him died.
“I wadna be the highest dame
That ever this country knew,
And take my chance to share the doom
Of that persecuting crew.
That ever this country knew,
And take my chance to share the doom
Of that persecuting crew.
“Then ca' us na ‘rebel gang,’ ladye,
Nor take us fools to be,
For there isna ane of a' that gang,
Wad change his state wi' thee.”
Nor take us fools to be,
For there isna ane of a' that gang,
Wad change his state wi' thee.”
“Oh weel may you be, my poor Janet,
May blessings on you combine!
The better you are in either state,
The less shall I repine;
May blessings on you combine!
The better you are in either state,
The less shall I repine;
“But wi' your fightings and your faith,
Your ravings and your rage,
There you have lost a leal helpmate,
In the blossom of his age.
Your ravings and your rage,
There you have lost a leal helpmate,
In the blossom of his age.
“And what's to come o' ye, my poor Janet,
Wi' these twa babies sweet?
Ye hae naebody now to work for them,
Or bring you a meal o' meat;
Wi' these twa babies sweet?
Ye hae naebody now to work for them,
Or bring you a meal o' meat;
“It is that which makes my heart sae wae,
And gars me, while scarce aware,
Whiles say the things I wadna say,
Of them that can err nae mair.”
And gars me, while scarce aware,
Whiles say the things I wadna say,
Of them that can err nae mair.”
Poor Janet kiss'd her youngest babe,
And the tears fell on his cheek,
And they fell upon his swaddling bands,
For her heart was like to break.
And the tears fell on his cheek,
And they fell upon his swaddling bands,
For her heart was like to break.
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“Oh, little do I ken, my dear, dear babes,
What misery's to be mine!
But for the cause we hae espoused,
I will yield my life and thine.
What misery's to be mine!
But for the cause we hae espoused,
I will yield my life and thine.
“Oh had I a friend, as I hae nane—
For nane dare own me now—
That I might send to Bothwell Brigg,
If the killers wad but allow,
For nane dare own me now—
That I might send to Bothwell Brigg,
If the killers wad but allow,
“To lift the corpse of my brave John;
I ken where they will him find;
He wad meet his God's foes face to face,
And he'll hae nae wound behind.”
I ken where they will him find;
He wad meet his God's foes face to face,
And he'll hae nae wound behind.”
“But I went to Bothwell Brigg, Janet—
There was nane durst hinder me—
For I wantit to hear a' I could hear,
And to see what I could see;
There was nane durst hinder me—
For I wantit to hear a' I could hear,
And to see what I could see;
“And there I found your brave husband,
As viewing the dead my lane;
He was lying in the very foremost rank,
In the midst of a heap o' slain.”
As viewing the dead my lane;
He was lying in the very foremost rank,
In the midst of a heap o' slain.”
Then Janet held up her hands to heaven,
And she grat, and she tore her hair,
“O sweet ladye, O dear ladye,
Dinna tell me ony mair!
And she grat, and she tore her hair,
“O sweet ladye, O dear ladye,
Dinna tell me ony mair!
“There is a hope will linger within,
When earthly hope is vain;
But, when ane kens the very worst,
It turns the heart to stane!”
When earthly hope is vain;
But, when ane kens the very worst,
It turns the heart to stane!”
“‘Oh wae is my heart, John Carr,’ said I,
‘That I this sight should see!’
But when I said these waefu' words,
He liftit his een to me.
‘That I this sight should see!’
But when I said these waefu' words,
He liftit his een to me.
“‘Oh art thou there, my kind ladye,
The best o' this warld's breed,
And are you ganging your leefu' lane,
Amang the hapless dead?’
The best o' this warld's breed,
And are you ganging your leefu' lane,
Amang the hapless dead?’
“‘I hae servants within my ca', John Carr,
And a chariot in the dell,
And if there is ony hope o' life,
I will carry you hame mysell.’
And a chariot in the dell,
And if there is ony hope o' life,
I will carry you hame mysell.’
“‘O lady, there is nae hope o' life;
And what were life to me?
Wad ye save me frae the death of a man,
To hang on a gallows tree?
And what were life to me?
Wad ye save me frae the death of a man,
To hang on a gallows tree?
“‘I hae nae hame to fly to now,
Nae country and nae kin;
There is not a door in fair Scotland
Durst open to let me in.
Nae country and nae kin;
There is not a door in fair Scotland
Durst open to let me in.
“‘But I hae a loving wife at hame,
And twa babies, dear to me;
They hae naebody now that dares favour them,
And of hunger they a' maun dee.
And twa babies, dear to me;
They hae naebody now that dares favour them,
And of hunger they a' maun dee.
“‘Oh, for the sake of thy Saviour dear,
Whose mercy thou hopest to share,
Dear lady, take the sackless things
A wee beneath thy care!
Whose mercy thou hopest to share,
Dear lady, take the sackless things
A wee beneath thy care!
“‘A lang farewell, my kind ladye!
O'er weel I ken thy worth:
Gae send me a drink o' the water o' Clyde,
For my last drink on earth.’”
O'er weel I ken thy worth:
Gae send me a drink o' the water o' Clyde,
For my last drink on earth.’”
“Oh dinna tell me ony mair, ladye,
For my heart is cauld as clay;
There is a spear that pierces here,
Frae every word ye sae.”
For my heart is cauld as clay;
There is a spear that pierces here,
Frae every word ye sae.”
“He wasna fear'd to dee, Janet,
For he gloried in his death,
And wish'd to be laid with those who had bled
For the same endearing faith.
For he gloried in his death,
And wish'd to be laid with those who had bled
For the same endearing faith.
“There were three wounds in his buirdly breast,
And his limb was broke in twain,
And the sweat ran down wi' his red heart's blood,
Wrung out by the deadly pain.
And his limb was broke in twain,
And the sweat ran down wi' his red heart's blood,
Wrung out by the deadly pain.
“I row'd my apron round his head,
For fear my men should tell,
And I hid him in my lord's castle,
And I nursed him there mysell.
For fear my men should tell,
And I hid him in my lord's castle,
And I nursed him there mysell.
“And the best leeches in a' the land
Have tended him as he lay,
And he never has lacked my helping hand,
By night nor yet by day.
Have tended him as he lay,
And he never has lacked my helping hand,
By night nor yet by day.
“I durstna tell you before, Janet,
For I fear'd his life was gane,
But now he's sae weel, ye may visit him,
And ye'se meet by yoursells alane.”
For I fear'd his life was gane,
But now he's sae weel, ye may visit him,
And ye'se meet by yoursells alane.”
Then Janet she fell at her lady's feet,
And she claspit them fervently,
And she steepit them a' wi' the tears o' joy,
Till the good lady wept to see.
And she claspit them fervently,
And she steepit them a' wi' the tears o' joy,
Till the good lady wept to see.
“Oh ye are an angel sent frae heaven,
To lighten calamity!
For, in distress, a friend or foe
Is a' the same to thee.
To lighten calamity!
For, in distress, a friend or foe
Is a' the same to thee.
“If good deeds count in heaven, ladye,
Eternal bliss to share,
Ye hae done a deed will save your soul,
Though ye should never do mair.”
Eternal bliss to share,
Ye hae done a deed will save your soul,
Though ye should never do mair.”
“Get up, get up, my kind Janet,
But never trow tongue or pen,
That a' the world are lost to good,
Except the Covenant men.”
But never trow tongue or pen,
That a' the world are lost to good,
Except the Covenant men.”
Wha wadna hae shared that lady's joy
When watching the wounded hind,
Rather than those of the feast and the dance,
Which her kind heart resign'd?
When watching the wounded hind,
Rather than those of the feast and the dance,
Which her kind heart resign'd?
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Wha wadna rather share that lady's fate,
When the stars shall melt away,
Than that of the sternest anchorite,
That can naething but graen and pray?
When the stars shall melt away,
Than that of the sternest anchorite,
That can naething but graen and pray?
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