170 THE DUEL. 



It's uae use taukin noo, its no, 



He sal ken wi r wha he's dealin ; 

 Bring me some poother an' some shot, 



An' yon lang gun frae Ponteelin. 

 Brave Telford, he'll stand at my back, 



Till I slew the heelin huel ; 

 An' I'll never flinch a half an inch 



When I gan to f eycht the Duel. 



He put on that coat o' Henderson's, 



Fill'd a pocket fu' o' poother ; 

 Put bullits, guns, caps, swords an' a', 



An' pistils in the t'other. 

 Then he went on to Throckley Fell, 



Wi' baggy Frank and Eowell, 

 And they put him thro' his exercise, 



To gan and f eycht theDuel. 



They put a yetlin on his heed, 



A horse tail on the middle ; 

 At break o ? day he maircht away, 



To the soond o' f eyf e and fiddle. 

 Come back, come back, theauldweyves cried, 



! come back, Jim, my jewel; 

 My lad, it'll wer doughters kill, 



If ye fa' in, the Duel. 



