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Stories of the Border Marches by John Lang;Jean Lang
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"We scarce had won the Staneshaw-bank,
When a' the Carlisle bells were rung,
And a thousand men on horse and foot,
Cam' wi' the keen Lord Scroope along.

Buccleuch has turn'd to Eden Water,
Even where it flow'd frae brim to brim,
And he has plunged in wi' a' his band,
And safely swam them through the stream.

He turned them on the other side,
And at Lord Scroope his glove flung he--
'If ye like na' my visit in merry England,
In fair Scotland come visit me!'

All sore astonished stood Lord Scroope,
He stood as still as rock of stane;
He scarcely dare to trew his eyes,
When through the water they had gane.

'He is either himsel' a devil frae hell,
Or else his mother a witch maun be;
I wadna' have ridden that wan water
For a' the gowd in Christentie.'"

At a place called "Dick's Tree," not far from Longtown, there still
stands the "smiddy" where lived the blacksmith who had the honour of
knocking off Kinmont Willie's fetters. Sir Walter Scott has handed on
the story of the smith's daughter who, as a little child, was roused at
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