Poetical works (1886) Vol 2
Scott, Walter, Sir, 1771-1832


IT fell about the Martinmas tyde, 

When our Border steeds get corn and hay, 

The Captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde, 
And he 's ower to Tividale to drive a prey. 

The first ae guide that they met wi 
It was high up in Hardhaughswire ; 

The second guide that they met wi', 
It was laigh down in Borthwick water. 


" What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide ?" 
" Nae tidings, nae tidings, I hae to thee ; 

But gin ye '11 gae to the fair Dodhead, 
Mony a cow's cauf I '11 let thee see." 

And when they cam to the fair Dodhead, 

Right hastily they clam the peel  
They loosed the kye out, ane and a', 

And ranshackled  the house right weel 

Now Jamie Telfer's heart was sair, 

The tear aye rowing in his ee ; 
He pled wi' the Captain to hae his gear, 

Or else revenged he wad be. 

The Captain turned him round and leugh ; 
Said " Man, there 's naething in thy house, 

But ae auld sword without a sheath, 
That hardly now would fell a mouse." - 

The sun wasna up, but the moon was down, 
It was the gryming of a new-f a'n snaw, 

Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot, 

Between the Dodhead and the Stobs's Ha'. 

And when he cam to the fair tower yate, 
He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 

Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot 

" Whae 's this that brings the fraye to me ?" 

" It 's I, Jamie Telfer, o' the fair Dodhead, 

And a harried man I think I be ! 
There 's naething left at the fair Dodhead, 
But a waefu' wife and bairnies three." 

"Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha'. 
For succour ye 'se get nane frae me ! 

Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail, 
For, man, ye ne'er paid money to me." 

Jamie has turned him round about. 

I wat the tear blinded his ee 
" I '11 ne'er pay mail to Elliot again, 


Names of Foresta; where the people to become Ellot lived i 1376;



One can see it is in the region of this story.
And the fair Dodhead I '11 never see i 

" My hounds may a' rin masterless, 
My hawks may fly frae tree to tree, 

My lord may grip my vassal lands, 
For there again maun I never be !" 

He has turn'd him to the Tiviot side, 

E'en as fast as he could drie, 
Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh, 


And there he shouted baith loud and hie. 

Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve 

" Whae 's this that brings the fraye to me?" 

" It 's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead. 
A harried man I trow I be. 

" There 's naething left in the fair Dodhead, 
But a greeting wife and bairnies three. 

And sax poor ca's  stand in the sta', 
A routing loud for their minnie." 

" Alack a wae ! " quo auld Jock Grieve, 
" Alack ! my heart is sair for thee ! 

For I was married on the elder sister, 
And you on the youngest of a' the three.** 

Then he has ta'en out a bonny black, 
Was right weel fed with corn and hay. 

And he 's set Jamie Telfer on his back, 
To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye. 

And whan he cam to the Catslockhill, 
He shouted loud, and cried weel hie, 


Till out and spak him William's Wat 
" whae's this brings the fraye to me ?" 

" It 's I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead, 

A harried man I think I be ! 
The Captain of Bewcastle has driven my gear 

For God's sake rise, and succour me ! " 

"Alas for wae!" quoth William's Wat, 
" Alack, for thee my heart is sair I 

I never cam by the fair Dodhead, 
That ever I fand thy basket bare." 

He 's set his twa sons on coal-black steeds, 

Himsell upon a freckled gray, 
And they are on wi' Jamie Telfer, 

To Branksome Ha' to tak the fraye. 

And when they cam to Branksome Ha', 
They shouted a' baith loud and hie, 

Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch, 

Said " Whae 's this brings the fraye to me ? 
"It's I, Jamie Telfer o' the fair Dodhead, 
And a harried man I think I be ! 

There 's nought left in the fair Dodhead, 
But a greeting wife and bairnies three." 

" Alack for wae ! " quoth the gude auld lord, 
" And ever my heart is wae for thee ! 

But fye gar cry on Willie, my son, 

And see that he come to me speedilie ! 

" Gar warn the water, braid and wide. 

Gar warn it sune and hastilie ! 
They that winna ride v for Telfer's kye, 

Let them never look in the face o' me ! 

" Warn Wat o' Harden, and his sons, 
Wi' them will Borthwick Water ride ; 

Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh, 
And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside. 

" Ride by the gate at Priesthaughswire,  
And warn the Currors o' the Lee ; 

As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack, 
Warn doughty Willie o' Gorrinberry. v 

The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran, 

Sae starkly and sae steadilie ! 
And aye the ower-word o' the thrang 

Was " Rise for Branksome readilie ! " 

The gear was driven the Frostylee up,  
Frae the Frostylee unto the plain, 

Whan Willie has look'd his men before, 
And saw the kye right fast drivand. 

" Whae drives thir kye ? " 'gan Willie say, 
" To make an outspeckle  o' me ? " 

" It 's I, the Captain o' Bewcastle, Willie ; 
I winna layne my name for thee." 

" O will ye let Telfer's kye gae back r i 
Or will ye do aught for regard o' me ? 

Or, by the faith of my body," quo' Willie Scott, 
" I 'se ware my dame's cauf skin on thee ! " 

" I winna let the kye gae back, 
Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear ; 

But I will drive Jamie Telfer's kye, 
In spite of every Scott that's here." 

" Set on them, lads ! " quo' Willie than ; 

" Fye, lads, set on them cruellie ! 
For ere they win to the Kitterford, 

Mony a toom l saddle there sail be ! " 

Then til 't they gaed, wi' heart and hand, 
The blows fell thick as bickering hail ; 

And mony a horse ran masterless, 
And mony a comely cheek was pale. 

But Willie was stricken ower the head, 

And thro' the knapscap the sword has gane ; 

And Harden grat for very rage,  

Whan Willie on the grund lay slane. 

But he 's ta'en aff his glide steel cap, 
And thrice he 's waved it in the air 

The Dinlay 1 snaw was ne'er mair white 
Nor the lyart locks of Harden's hair ; 

' Revenge ! revenge ! " auld Wat 'gan cry ; 

" Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie ! 
We '11 ne'er see Tiviotside again, 

Or Willie's death revenged sail be." 

mony a horse ran masterless, 

The splinter'd lances flew on hie ; 
But or they wan to the Kershope ford, 

The Scotts had gotten the victory. 

John o' Brigham there was slane,  
And John o' Barlow, as I heard say ; 
And thirty mae o' the Captain's men 
Lay bleeding on the grund that day. 

The Captain was run through the thick of the thigh, 
And broken was his right leg bane; 

If he had lived this hundred years, 

He had never been loved by woman again. 

" Hae back the kye ! " the Captain said ; 

" Dear kye, I trow, to some they be! 
For gin I suld live a hundred years, 

There will ne'er fair lady smile on me." 

Then word is gane to the Captain's bride, 
Even in the bower where that she lay, 

That her lord was prisoner in enemy's land, 
Since into Tividale he had led the way. 

"I wad lourd  have had a winding-sheet, 
And helped to put it ower his head, 

Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot, 
Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead !" 

There was a wild gallant amang us a', 
His name was Watty wi' the Wudspurs, 

Cried " On for his house in Stanegirthside, 
If ony man will ride with us !" 

When they cam to the Stanegirthside, 
They dang wi' trees, and burst the door ; 

They loosed out a' the Captain' s kye, 
And set them forth our lads before. 

There was an auld wyfe ayont the fire, 

A wee bit o' the Captain's kin 
" Whae dar loose out the Captain's kye, 

Or answer to him and his men  

"It's I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye, 

I winna layne my name f rae thee ! 
And I will loose out the Captain's kye, 

In scorn of a' his men and he." 

Whan they cam to the fair Dodhead, 

They were a wellcum sight to see ! 
For instead of his ain ten milk kye. 

Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three. 

And he has paid the rescue shot, 

Baith wi' goud and white monie ; 
And at the burial o' Willie Scott, 

I wat was mony a weeping ee. 

More if Needed; Jamie Telfer of the Fair Dodhead

Charles Kirkpatrick Sharpe and Walter Scot VERSIONS
Tefler Wm F Elliot (2)

Sharpe’s Version —

I. It fell about the Martinmas,

When steads were fed wi corn and hay,
The Captain of Bevvcastle said to his lads.

We’ll into Tiviotdale and seek a prey.

II.
The first ae guide that they met with
Was high up in Hardhaugh swire,

The second guide that they met with
Was laigh down in Borthwick water.

III.
‘What tidings, what tidings, my bonny guide.”
‘Nae tidings, nae tidings I hae to thee ;

But if ye’ll gae to the Fair Dodhead
Mony a cow’s calf I’ll let ye see.’

IV.
When they came to the Fair Dodhead,
Right hastily they clam the peel,

They loosd the nolt out, ane and a’,
And ranshakled the house right weel.

V.
Now Jamie’s heart it was right sair.
The tear ay rowing in his eye ;

He pled wi the Captain to hae his gear
Or else revenged he would be.

Scott’s Version —

It fell about the Martinmas tyde,

When our Border steeds get corn and hay,

The Captain of Bewcastle hath bound him to ryde,
And he’s ower to Tividale to drive a prey.

II.
The first ae guide that they met wi’,
It was high up in Hardhaughswire ;

The second guide that they met wi’,
It was laigh down in Borthwick water.

III.
‘What tidings, what tidings, my trusty guide ? ‘
‘Nae tidings, nae tidings I hae to thee ;

But gin ye’ll gae to the fair Dodhead
Mony a cow’s cauf I’ll let thee see.’

IV.
And whan they cam to the fair Dodhead,
Right hastily they clam the peel ;

They loosed the kye out, ane and a’.
And ranshackled the house right weel.

V.
Now Jamie Telfcr’s heart was sair.

The tear aye rowing in his ce ;
He pled wi’ the Captain to hae his gear.

Or else revenKcd he wad be.

Sharpe’s Version —
VI.
But the Captain turnd himsci about,

Said, Man, there’s nacthiny in thy house

But an auld sword without a scabbard,
That scarcely now would fell a mouse.

VII.
The moon was up and the sun was down,
‘Twas the gryming of a new-fa’n snaw ;

Jamie Telfer has run eight miles barefoot
Between Dodhead and Branxholm Ha.

VIII.
And when he came to Branxholm Ma,
He shouted loud and cry’d weel he,

Till up bespake then auld Buccleugh —
‘ Whae’s this that brings the fray to me .■’ ‘

IX.
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer i the Fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be ;

There’s naething left i the Fair Dodhead
But only wife and children three.’

‘Gae seek your succour frae Martin Elliot,
For succour ye’s get nane frae me ;

Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail,
For, man, ye never paid money to me.’

XI.
Jamie he’s turnd him round about,

And ay the tear blinded his eye :
‘ I’se never pay mail to Scott again.

Nor the Fair Dodhead I’ll ever see.’

Scott’s Version —
VI.
The Captain turned him round and leugh ;

Said — ‘Man, there’s naething in thy house
But ae auld sword without a sheath,

That hardly now wad fell a mouse.’

VII.
The sun wasna up, but the moon was down.
It was the gryming of a new-fa’n snaw,

Jamie Telfer has run ten myles a-foot,

Between the Dodhead and the Stobs’s Ha’.

VIII.
And whan he cam to the fair tower yate,

He shouted loud, and cried weel hie,
Till out bespak auld Gibby Elliot —

‘Whae’s this that brings the fraye to me?’

IX.
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer o’ the fair Dodhead,

And a harried man I think I be !
There’s naething left at the fair Dodhead,

But a waefu’ wife and bairnies three.’

‘Gae seek your succour at Branksome Ha’,
For succour ye’se get nane frae me ;

Gae seek your succour where ye paid black-mail.
For, man ! ye ne’er paid money to me.’

XI.
Jamie has turned him round about,
I wat the tear blinded his ee —

‘I’ll ne’er pay mail to Elliot again,
And the fair Dodhead I’ll never see ! ‘

Sharpe’s Version —
XII.
Now Jamie is up the water-gate,

E’en as fast as he can drie,
Till he came to the Coultart Cleugh,

And there he shouted and cry’d weel he.

XIII.
Then up bespake him auld Jock Grieve —
‘Whae’s this that bring[s] the fray to me .■’ ‘

‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer i the Fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be.

XIV.
‘There’s naething left i the Fair Dodhead
But only wife and children three,

And sax poor calves stand i the sta,
A’ routing loud for their minnie.’

XV.
‘Alack, wae’s me ! ‘ co auld Jock Grieve,

‘Alack, alack, and wae is me !
For ye was married t’ the auld sister,

And I t’ the younges[t] o the three.’

 

XVI.
Then he’s taen out a bonny black,
It was weel fed wi corn and hay,

And set Jamie Telfer on his back,
To the Catlock hill to take the fray.

Scott’s Version —
XII.
‘My hounds may a’ rin masterless,

My hawks may fly frae tree to tree,
My lord may grip my vassal lands,

For there again maun I never be ! ‘

XIII.
He has turned him to the Tiviot side.

E’en as fast as he could drie,
Till he cam to the Coultart Cleugh,

And there he shouted baith loud and hie.

XIV.
Then up bespak him auld Jock Grieve —
‘ Whae’s this that brings the fraye to me .’ ‘

‘ It’s I, Jamie Telfer o’ the fair Dodhead,
A harried man I trow I be.

XV.
‘There’s naething left in the fair Dodhead,

But a greeting wife and bairnies three.
And sax poor ca’s stand in the sta’,

A’ routing loud for their minnie.’

XVI.
‘Alack a wae ! ‘ quo’ auld Jock Grieve,

‘Alack, my heart is sair for thee !
For I was married on the elder sister.

And you on the youngest of a’ the three.’

XVII.
Then he has ta’cn out a bonny black,

Was right weel fed wi’ corn and hay.
And he’s set Jamie Telfer on his back.

To the Catslockhill to tak the fraye.

Sharpe’s Version —
XVII.
When he came to the Catlock hill.
He shouted loud and cry’d weel he ;

‘ Whae’s that, whae’s that ? ‘ co Martin’s Hab,
‘ Whae’s this that brings the fray to me ? ‘

XVIII.
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer i the Fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be ;

There’s nacthing left i the Fair Dodhead
But only wife and children three.’

XIX.
‘Alack, wae’s me ! ‘ co Martin’s Hab,
‘Alack, awae, my heart is sair !

I never came bye the Fair Dodhead
That ever I faund thy basket bare.’

XX.
Then he’s taen out a bonny black,
It was weel fed wi corn and hay,

And set Jamie Telfer on his back.

To the Pricken haugh to take the fray.

XXI.
When he came to the Pricken haugh,
He shouted loud and cry’d weel he ;

Up then bespake auld Martin Elliot,

‘ Whae’s this that brings the fray to me ? ‘

XXII.
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer i the Fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be ;

There’s naething left i the Fair Dodhead
But only wife and children three.’

Scott’s Version —
XVIII.
And when he cam to the Catslockhill,

He shouted loud, and cried wcel hie,
Till out and spak him William’s Wat —

‘O whae’s this brings the fraye to me ? ‘

XIX.
‘It’s I, Jamie Telfer of the fair Dodhead,

A harried man I think I be !
The Captain of Bevvcastle has driven my gear ;

For God’s sake rise, and succour me ! ‘

XX.
‘Alas for wae ! ‘ quoth William’s Wat,

‘Alack, for thee my heart is sair !
I never cam bye the fair Dodhead,

That ever I fand thy basket bare.’

XXI.
He’s set his twa sons on coal-black steeds,

Himsel’ upon a freckled gray,
And they are on wi’ Jamie Telfer,

To Branksome Ha’ to tak the fraye.

XXII.
And when they cam to Branksome Ha’,

They shouted a’ baith loud and hie,
Till up and spak him auld Buccleuch,

Said — ‘ Whae’s this brings the fraye to me 1 ‘

XXIII.
It’s I, Jamie Telfer o’ the fair Dodhead,
And a harried man I think I be !
There’s nought left in the fair Dodhead,
But a greeting wife and bairnics three.’

Sharpe’s Version —
XXIII.
‘Ever alack ! ‘ can Martin say,

‘And ay my heart is sair for thee !

But fy, gar ca on Simmy my son,
And see that he come hastily.

XXIV.

‘Fy, gar warn the water-side,
Gar warn it soon and hastily ;

Them that winna ride for Telfer’s kye.
Let them never look i the face o me.

XXV.
‘Gar warn the water, braid and wide,
And warn the Currers i the shaw ;

When ye come in at the Hermitage slack.
Warn doughty Willie o Gorrenberry.’

XXVI.
The gear was driven the Frostily up,
From the Frostily into the plain ;

When Simmy looked him afore,
He saw the kye right fast driving.

XXIV.
‘Alack for wae ! ‘ quoth the gude auld lord,

‘And ever my heart is wae for thee !
But fye gar cry on Willie, my son,

And see that he come to me speedilie !

XXV.
‘Gar warn the water, braid and wide,

Gar warn it sune and hastilie !
They that winna ride for Telfer’s kye,

Let them never look in the face o’ me !

XXVI.
‘ Warn Wat o’ Harden, and his sons,

Wi’ them will Borthwick water ride ;
Warn Gaudilands, and Allanhaugh,

And Gilmanscleugh, and Commonside.

XXVII.
‘Ride by the gate of Priesthaughswire,

And warn the Currors o’ the Lee ;
As ye cum down the Hermitage Slack,

Warn doughty Willie o’ Gorrinberry.’

XXVIII.
The Scotts they rade, the Scotts they ran,

Sae starkly and sae steadilie !
And aye the ower-word o’ the thrang

Was — ‘ Rise for Branksome readilie I ‘

XXIX.
The gear was driven the Frostylee up,

I’^rae the Frostylee unto the plain,
Whan Willie has looked his men before.

And saw the kye right fast drivand.

Sharpe’s Version —
XXVII.
‘Wliae drives the kye,’ then Simmy can say,
‘To make an outspecklc o me?”

‘ It’s I, the Captain o Bewcastle, Simmy,
I winna lain my name frae thee.’

XXVIII.
‘O will ye let the gear gac back ?

Or will ye do ony thing for me ? ‘
‘I winna let the gear gae back,

Nor naething, Simmy, I’ll do for the[e].

XXIX.
‘But I’ll drive Jamie Telfer’s kye

In spite o Jamie Telfer’s teeth and thee’;

‘Then by my sooth,’ can Simmy saj’,
‘I’ll ware my dame’s calfskin on thee.

XXX.
‘Fa on them, lads!’ can Simmy say,

‘ Fy, fa on them cruelly !
For or they win to the Ritter ford

Mony loom saddle there shall be.’

XXXI.
But Simmy was stricken oer the head,
And thro the napskape it is gane.

And Moscrop made a dolefull rage
When Simmy on the ground lay slain.

Scott’s Version —
XXX.
‘Whae drives thir kye?’ ‘gan Willie say,
‘To mak an outspeckle o’ me ? ‘

‘It’s I, the Captain o’ Bewcastle, Willie ;
I winna layne my name for thee.’

XXXI.
‘O will ye let Telfer’s kye gae back.”
Or will ye do aught for regard o’ me ?

Or by the faith of my body,’ quo’ Willie Scott,
‘ I’se ware my dame’s caufs skin on thee!’

XXXII.
‘I winna let the kye gae back,

Neither for thy love, nor yet thy fear ;

But I will drive Jamie Telfer’s kye,
In spite of every Scott that’s here.’

XXXIII.
‘ Set on them, lads ! ‘ quo’ Willie than ;

‘ Fye, lads, set on them cruellie !
For ere they win to Ritterford,

Mony a toom saddle there sail be!’

XXXIV.
Then till’t they gaed, wi’ heart and hand ;

The blows fell thick as bickering hail ;
And mony a horse ran masterlcss,

And mony a comely cheek was pale !

XXXV.
But Willie was stricken owcr the head.

And thro’ the knapscap the sword has ganc ;

And Harden grat for very rage,

Whan Willie on the grand lay slane.

Sharpe’s Version —
XXXII.
‘ Fy, lay on them ! ‘ co Martin Elliot,

‘ Fy, lay on them cruelly !
For ere they win to the Kcrshop ford

Mony toom saddle there shall be.’

XXXIII.
John o Biggam he was slain,
And John o Barlow, as I heard say.

And fifteen o the Captain’s men

Lay bleeding on the ground that day.

XXXIV.
The Captain was shot through the head,
And also through the left ba-stane;

Tho he had livd this hundred years,
He’d necr been loed by woman again.

Scott’s Version —
XXXVI.
But he’s ta’en aff his gude steel cap,
And thrice he’s waved it in the air —

The Dinlay snaw was ne’er mair white
Nor the lyart locks of Harden’s hair.

XXXVII.
‘ Revenge ! revenge ! ‘ auld Wat ‘gan cry
‘ Fye, lads, lay on them cruellie !

We’ll ne’er see Tiviotside again,
Or Willie’s death revenged sail be.’

XXXVIII.
O mony a horse ran masterless,
The splintered lances flew on hie ;

But or they wan to the Kershope ford,
The Scotts had gotten the victory.

XXXIX.
John o’ Brigham there was slane,
And John o’ Barlow, as I hear say;

And thirty mae o’ the Captain’s men
Lay bleeding on the grund that day.

XL.
The Captain was run thro’ the thick of the thigh,
And broken was his right leg bane ;

If he had lived this hundred years.

He had never been loved by woman again.

Sharpe’s Version —
XXXV.
The word is gane unto his bride,
Een in the bower where she lay,

That her good lord was in’s enemy’s land
Since into Tiviotdale he led the way.

XXXVI.
‘ I loord a had a winding sheed
And helpd to put it oer his head,

Or he’d been taen in’s enemy’s lands,
Since he oer Liddle his men did lead.’

XXXVII.
There was a man in our company,
And his name was Willie Wudespurs :

‘There is a house in the Stanegarside,
If any man will ride with us.’

XXXVIII.
When they came to the Stanegarside,

They bangd wi trees and brake the door.

They loosd the kye out, ane and a’,
And set them furtli our lads before.

Scott’s Version —
XLI.
‘ Hae back thy kye ! ‘ the Captain said ;

‘ Dear kye, I trow, to some they be !
For gin I suld live a hundred years,

There will ne’er fair lady smile on me.’

XLII.
Then word is gane to the Captain’s bride,
Even in the bower where that she lay.

That her lord was prisoner in enemy’s land.
Since into Tividale he had led the way.

XLIII.
‘ I wad lourd have had a winding-sheet,
And helped to put it ower his head,

Ere he had been disgraced by the Border Scot,
Whan he ower Liddel his men did lead ! ‘

XLIV.
There was a wild gallant amang us a’,
His name was Watty wi’ the Wudspurs,

Cried — ‘On for his house in Stanegirthside,
If ony man will ride with us!’

XLV.
When tliey cam to the Stanegirthside,

They dang wi’ trees, and burst the door ;

They loosed out a’ the Captain’s kye,
And set them forth our lads before.
Sharpe’s Version —

XXXIX.
There was an auld wif ayont the fire,
A wee bit o the Captain’s kin :

‘Whae loo[s]es out the Captain’s kye,

And sae mony o the Captain’s men wi[t]hin ? ‘

XL.
‘ I, WiUie Wudespurs, let out the kye,
I winna lain my name frae thee,

And I’ll loose out the Captain’s kye
In spite o the Captain’s teeth and thee.’

XLI.
Now on they came to the Fair Dodhead,
They were a welcome sight to see,

And instead of his ain ten milk-kye
Jamie Telfer’s gotten thirty and three.

Scott’s Version —
XLVI.
There was an auld vvyfe ayont the fire,

A wee bit o’ the Captain’s kin —
‘ Whae dar loose out the Captain’s kye,

Or answer to him and his men?’

XLVII.
‘It’s I, Watty Wudspurs, loose the kye!

I winna layne my name frae thee !
And I will loose out the Captain’s kye,

In scorn of a’ his men and he.’

XlVIII.
When they cam to the fair Dodhead,

They were a wellcum sight to see !
For instead of his ain ten milk kye,

Jamie Telfer has gotten thirty and three.

XLIX.
And he has paid the rescue shot,
Baith wi’ goud and white monie ;

And at the burial o’ Willie Scott,
I wat was mony a weeping ee.
Mark Elliott 11/22/2013

Though the Armstrong and today’s Buccleuch have came out against a wind farm on Hermitage Hill, I am thanking them for it.

 http://www.elliotclan.com/history/map-of-elliot-territory/

 Been working for years to get it in it's proper location.
It is felt that Redheugh, which the clan chief is; faught on the side of the Buccleuch in a feud against the Gorrenberry and Braidley Ellot, and her husband being in support of wind farms, and part of the aristocracy of the UK which are willing to destroy the ancestral, historical, antiquities of the UK by putting wind farms anywhere and challenging the centuries old protection of the Buccleuch family of the Hermitage Caste, is willing not to relocate Braidley to its proper locality so a wind farm can be built on Hermitage Castle Hill.

Mark Elliott     4/19/2014

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Hermitage Action Group

4/19/2014

 

Been trying for years to get Braidley located by the Elliot Clan Society it’s proper location between Gorrenberry and The Hermitage Castle. Now that I am riding with the Armstrongs, and Buck (Buccleauch), it is felt I found the answer why the Elliot Clan Society is not willing to move Martin’s Braidley to it’s proper locality.

 

Though the Elliot Clan say Braidley is in Treviotdale,

it is in Liddesdale, near Gorrenberry;

Martin’s Braidley is high (north) in Liddesdale on land from the Armstrong’s Whitehaugh Tower north to the Hermitage (Armytage) Castle.

The reason The Elliot Clan Society does not want to support moving Braidley to the locality it should be located at because they support the propose INFINIS wind farm which will vandalize the Hermitage Castle.

 

Christopher Powell Wilkins is the husband to the clan chief.

As one can see he has an Redheugh, Newcastleton, Roxburghshire, plus a lot of connections to many a wind farm company.

One can see he has links to MI6 and likely a knowledge of covert activities.

One can see also that a lot of aristocracy a putting money, and may be more power from that money a head of land protection. It should be noted that the Buccleuch family has been providing and today in going up against the Infinis proposed wind farm on Hermitage Castle Hill are still providing protection for the Hermitage Castle and it’s surrounding, so people like myself who may want to visit Scotland their family homeland from across the sea will not have there homeland desecrated by electric power wind turbines.

It should be noted that even the Prince of Wales, does not want to have a small wind turbine near him in the month of August.

 

MSE    4/29/2014

 

http://www.hermitage-action-group.com/about.html

MSE 5/7/2014