142 Mellerstain and the Haitlies thereof. 



I have not stolen them, Lady, he said, 



Nor as little was it intended by me ; 

 Sir Fenwick he has stolen them himsel, 



And I wat he laid the blame on me. 



Up then spak the King himsel. 



And an angry man I wat was he ; 

 For stealin o' my jewels rare, 



Hatlie shall owre the Barrace* die. 



A boon, a boon, O father dear! 



A boon, a boon, O grant to me ; 

 For I never askit a boon before. 



And I'm sure that you will grant it me. 



O ask it, ask it, daughter dear! 



Ask it, and it sail granted be ; 

 And gin it be the half o' my estate, 



Granted sail it be to thee. 



grant me this favour, father dear, 



O grant this favour unto me, 

 For I never askit favour before, 



O spare the life of James Hatlie ! 



Another asking, father dear, 



Another asking, grant to me ; 

 Let Hatlie and Fenwick go to the sword. 



And let them try their veritie I 



Well askit, well askit, daughter dear. 



Well askit, and it granted sail be ; 

 Before the morn at twelve o'clock. 



They both at the point of the swords sail be. 



James Hatlie, he was seventeen years old, 



Sir Fenwick, he was thirty-three ; 

 James lap about, and he strak about, 



Till he's gi'en Sir Fenwick wounds three. 



Hold up, hold up, James Hatlie, he said, 



And let my breath go out and in ; 

 For this is spillin' of noble blude, 



And shamein' o' my noble kin. 



* Barrace, barras, barres, barrowis — a barrier, an outwork at the gate 

 of a castle ; lists for combatants. — Jamieson. 



