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“For what?”—The lassie modest said,

“Meikle-Mouthed Meg’s your bride.”

Oh! then sore shame fell on the Scott,

And tears came in his eyes;

“And is my bride the scorned Meg,

That I did so despise?

“Let no man hate what he’s not seen,

The shame on me doth lay:—

I rose this morning for my death,

And it ends in my bridal day!”

(Englished. Condensed)

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The Baron of Thirlwall came from the wars,

Laden with treasure bold;

Among the which a fair table,

All of the beaten gold.

And men will speak of the Baron’s wealth,

Whatever he may say,

And how a grizzly Dwarf does guard

His treasure night and day.

Many a Border freebooter

Eyed Thirlwall’s good Castle,

Thinking to win the bags of gold,

And eke the fair table.

But the Baron hath retainers bold,

And swatchers many ane,

And the Castle walls are high to win,

Howe’er they fidge and fain.

The boldest one o’ a’ his men,

Was Jockey of the Sheugh;

The Baron loved him like a brother,

And that was fair enoo.

Jock could wrestle, run, or leap,