The Reiver's Wedding

O will ye hear a mirthful bourd?     Or will ye hear of courtesie?     Or will ye hear how a gallant lord     Was wedded to a gay ladye?     "Ca' out the kye," quo' the village herd,     As he stood on the knowe,     "Ca' this ane's nine and that ane's ten,     And bauld Lord William's cow."     "I swear by the light of the Michaelmas moon,     And the might of Mary high,     And by the edge of my braidsword brown.     They shall soon say Harden's kye."     He took a bugle frae his side,     With names carved o'er and o'er,     Full many a chief of meikle pride     That Border bugle bore.     He blew a note baith sharp and hie,     Till rock and water rang around,     Three score of moss-troopers and three     Have mounted at that bugle sound.     The Michaelmas moon had enter'd then,     And ere she wan the full,     Ye might see by her light in Harden glen     A bow o' kye and a bassen'd bull.     And loud and loud in Harden tower     The quaigh gaed round wi' meikle glee;     For the English beef was brought in bower     And the English ale flow'd merrilie.     And mony a guest from Teviotside     And Yarrow's Braes was there;     Was never a lord in Scotland wide     That made more dainty fare.     They ate, they laugh'd, they sang and quaff'd,     Till nought on board was seen,     When knight and squire were boune to dine,     But a spur of silver sheen.     Lord William has ta'en his berry brown steed,     A sore shent man was he;     "Wait he, my guests, a little speed,     Weel feasted ye shall be."     He rode him down by Falsehope burn,     His cousin dear to see,     With him to take a riding turn,     Wat-draw-the-sword was he.     And when he came to Falsehope glen,     Beneath the trysting-tree,     On the smooth green was carved plain,     "To Lochwood bound are we."     "O if they be gane to dark Lochwood     To drive the Warden's gear,     Betwixt our names, I ween, there's feud;     I'll go and have my share:     "For little reck I for Johnstone's feud,     The Warden though he be."     So Lord William is away to dark Lochwood,     With riders barely three.     The Warden's daughters in Lochwood sate,     Were all both fair and gay,     All save the Lady Margaret,     And she was wan and wae.     The sister, Jean, had a full fair skin,     And Grace was bauld and braw;     But the leal-fast heart her breast within     It weel was worth them a'.     Her father's pranked her sisters twa     With meikle joy and pride;     But Margaret maun seek Dundrennan's wa',     She ne'er can be a bride.     On spear and casque by gallants gent     Her sisters' scarfs were borne,     But never at tilt or tournament     Were Margaret's colours worn.     Her sisters rode to Thirlstane bower,     But she was left at hame     To wander round the gloomy tower,     And sigh young Harden's name.     "Of all the knights, the knight most fair,     From Yarrow to the Tyne,"     Soft sigh'd the maid, "is Harden's heir,     But ne'er can he be mine;     "Of all the maids, the foulest maid     From Teviot to the Dee,     Ah!" sighing sad, that lady said,     "Can ne'er young Harden's be."     She looked up the briery glen,     And up the mossy brae,     And she saw a score of her father's men     Yclad in the Johnstone grey.     O fast and fast they downwards sped     The moss and briers among,     And in the midst the troopers led     A shackled knight along.