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A62398	A true history of the several honourable families of the right honourable name of Scot in the shires of Roxburgh and Selkirk, and others adjacent. Gathered out of ancient chronicles, histories, and traditions of our fathers. By Captain Walter Scot, an old souldier, and no scholler, and one that can write nane, but just the letters of his name.	Scot, Walter, ca. 1614-ca. 1694.	1688 (1688)	Wing S948; ESTC R219942	82,296	178

To instruct the Christian Religion And there a Colledge they did frame Which doth remain unto this very time And he that doth not believe me Must read Buchannan and he shall see Some other Authors I could give in But these are sufficient to them that 's not blind Some says they were not Scots to their Name But only Scots by Nation Yet Monks of Melross they were known Which then was in the Picts Kingdom Iohn Earl of Channerth sirnamed Scot To die without Succession was his unfortunate lot Brave Alexander the first a King both stout and good Iohn Earl of Channerth married with his royal blood Before Alexander the first his Brother Edgar did reign The first that was anointed os Scotland King Reverend Iohn Scot he did surmount Who was Bishop Dumblane and did the King anoint Mr. Michael Scot that read the Epistle at Rome He was in King Alexander the second 's Reign Thomas Lermont was first his man That was called the Rymer ever since then And if my Author doeth speak truth Mr. Michael was descended from Buckcleugh And if my Author ye would know Bishop Spotswoods Book these Scots do show How can these randy Liars then Make the Scots to be a start-up Clan Sure new start-ups themselves must be For ancient Families scorns to lie But for the Antiquity of the Scot There 's one thing I have almost sorgot Which is not worthy of nomination Yet to mark Antiquity life make relation In the second Session of King Davids Parliament There was a Statute made which is yet extant That no man should presume to buy or sell With Highland men or Scots of Ewsdale Yet Ewsdale was not near the Forrest Where brave Buckcleugh did dwell According to the old Proyerb They but fell from the Wains tail But when these Scots did bear that stile King David resided in Carlisle Without and infang they disturb'd his Court Which caus'd the King that Act set out Here I speak nought but truth all Men may note The very true Antiquity of the Name of Scot And now my versing Muse craves some repose And while she sleeps I 'le spout a little prose KEnneth the second King of Scots Son to King Alpin who was Son to brave King Achaius forsaid who made the League with Charles the Great Emperour of Germany and King of France the year seven hundreth eighty seven This King Kenneth called the Great conquered the Kingdom of the Picts about the year of Grace eight hundred and thirty nine and joyn'd the Kingdom of Picts unto the antient Nation of Scotland This victorious King Kenneth the second dyed in the twenty year of His Reign The Kingdom not being well settled in obedience to the Crown his brother Donald the fifth succeeded him a very infamous King and a great Tyrant he lost all Scotland to Striviling bridge by the Brittains and Saxons the which time King Osbridge conquered great Lands in Scotland assisted by the Brittans so that Striviling-bridge was made Marc hes betwixt Scots Brittans and Englishmen King Osbridge coyned Money in the Castle of Striviling by that the Starling Money had first beginning and died in the fifth year of His Reign King Constantin the second the Conquerors Son a valiant King in whose time Heger and Hoba with a great Fleet of Danes landing in Fyse used great cruelty King Constantin the second came with a great Army against Hoba and vanquished him the Scots being proud of that victory and neglecting themselves there followed a cruel and desperat battle at last the Scots were vanquished and King Constantin with his Nobles and ten thousand of his Army kill'd in the fifteen year of his reign AEthus surnamed the Swift succeeded his Father King Constantin He died in the second year of his reign Gregorius magnus Dongallus Son a worthy stout and valiant King he freed Scotland all again from Osbridge Saxons and English-men and enlarged his Empire to the County and Shire of Northumberland Westmurland and Cumberland and confederat with Elewrad King of Brittans and after went to Ireland and vanquished Braenus and Cornelius after beseiged Dublin wherein was their young King Duncan to whom he was made Protector during the Kings Minority then returned to Scotland with a victorious Army and brought threescore Pledges of the Irish Nobility and Gentry under the Age of thirty years he died in the eighteen year of his Reign Donald the sixth was Son to Constantin the second a good religious valiant King he succeeded King Gregory in his time the Murrays and Rosses envading each other with cruel killing two thousand were killed in either Parties the King came upon them with a great Army and punished the principal of this rebellion to the death he died in the eleventh year of his reign Constantin the third AEthus son succeeded him a valiant Prince not fortunat in Wars he being vexed with War in the time of King Edward surnamed Sinar of the Saxons kind and Edlston his bastard son he became a Canon in St. Andrews and ded in the fourty year of his reign Malcolm the first Donald the sixth's son a valiant Prince and a good Iustitiar in his time a confederacy was made that Cumberland and Westmuireland should be annexed to the Kingdom of Scotland and should be perpetually holden by the Prince of Scotland of Fee from the King of England by vertue whereof Indolphus son to Constantin the third Prince of Scotland took possession in both Cumberland and Westmuireland The King died the ninth year of his reign Indolphus Constantin the thirds son succeeded King Malcolm the first a noble valiant Prince he vanquished Athagen Prince of Norway and Theodorick Prince of Denmark he died in the ninth year of his reign Duffus Malcolm the first son succeeded King Indolphus a good Prince and a severe Iustitiar he died in the fifth year of his reign Colonus Indolphus son succeeded King Duffus he died in the fourth year of his reign Kenneth the third son to Malcolm the first a brave King and a good Iustitiar from the death of Kenneth the second which conquered the Picts to the reign of Kenneth the third we had nine Kings in Scotland I have set down particularly how long every Kings reign was in cumulo they reigned a hundred and nine years most of them although I have not expressed they were most of them killed in the Field being so possest with War on every side what by Denmark and Norway on the one side the Brittans and Saxons on the other side poor little Scotland had much to do to get her feet holden among them For in all that time of an hundred and nine years there was but one victorious Conquering Ptince which was King Gregory So that the Borders in these Lands in England aforesaid being sometimes under the command of the Scots and sometime of the English they became so Rude and Insolent that they would never be governed before Kenneth the third brought them under

am most tormented I terrifie A thousand times it is more pains than dead I 'm sure it by antiquity hath stood Since the Worlds drowning universal Flood Though my Wits be like my Purse but bare With Poets I dare not compare Yet to dite Verse provided that they be No better skill'd in Schollar-ship than I And then come on as many as you will And for a wager I 'le Verse with them still My self I liken to an untuned Vial For like a Vial I 'm in a case And whoso of my Fortune makes a tryal Shall like to me be strung and tuned base And treble troubles he shall never want But here 's the period of my mischiefs all Though Base and Treble Fortune did me grant And Means but yet alas it is too scant Yet to make up the Musick I 'le venture a fall To the Tenor in the Carset Town-hall A Poet rightly may be termed sit An Abstract or Epitome of Wit Or like a Lute that other pleasures breed Are sweet and Strong their curious eyes to feed That scornfully distaste it yet it 's known It makes the hearers sport but it self none A Poet 's like a Taper burnt by night That wastes it self in giving others light A Poet 's the most fool beneath the skyes He spends his wit in making others wise Who when they should their thankfulness return They pay him with disdain contempt and scorn An Independant is like a Poet's Purse For both do hate the cross what cross is worse His holy Hymns and Psalms for consolation For reprehension and for contemplation And sinally to show us our salvation The Prophet Amos unto whom the Lord Reveal'd the sacred secrets of his Word God rais'd him from the Sheepfolds to fortel What plagues shall fall in sinful Israel True Patience Patern Prince of his afsliction Most mighty tamer of his imperfections Whose guard was God whose guid's the Holy Ghost Blest in his VVealth of whom Sheep was the most Iu't Iob's last riches doubled was again Who liv'd belov'd of God admir'd of men The first of happy tydings on the Earth Of our all only blessed Saviour's birth The glorious Angels to the Shepherds told As Luke the Evangelist doth unfold And should my Verse a little but decline To humane Stories and leave Divine There are some mighty Princes I can name VVhose breeding at the first from Shepherds came Romes founder Romulus was bred and fed 'Mongst Shepherds where his youthful dayes he led The Persian Monarch Cyrus he did pass His youth with Shepherds and a Shepherd was The terror of the World that famous man Who conquer'd Kings and over Kingdoms ran His stile was as some Histories do repeat The Schythian Shepherd Tammerlane the Great 'T is such a title of preheminence Of Reverence and such high Magnisicence That David who so well his words did frame Did call our Great Creator by that Name Our blest Redeemer God's Eternal Son VVhose only Merits our Salvation won He did the harmless Name of Shepherd take Apollo Father of the Sisters nyne I crave thee and inspire this Muse of mine Thou that thy golden Glory didst lay by As Ovid doth relate most wittily And in a Shepherds shape didst design to keep Thy loves beloved Adamus Sheep And rural Pan thy help I do intreat That to the life thy praise I may repeat Of the contented life and mighty Stock Are happy Shepherds and their harmless Flocks But better thoughts my errours do controul For an offence most negligent and foul In this involving like an heathen man Help helpless from Apollo or from Pan When as the subject which I have in hand Is almost infinit as stars or sand Grac'd with antiquity upon record In the eternal never failing Word There 't is ingraven true and manifest That Sheep and Shepherds were both best and blest I therefore invocat his gracious aid Of him whose mighty hand hath all things made I Israels great Shepherd humbly crave That his assur'd assistance I may have That my unlearn'd Muse no Verse compile Which may be impious prophane or vile And though through ignorance or negligence My poor intention fall into offence I do implore that boundless grace of his Not strictly to regard what is amiss But unto me belongeth all the blame And all the glory be unto His Name Yet as my Book is Verse so men may know I might some Fictions and Allusions show Some shreds or remnants reliques or some scrapes The Muses may inspire me with perhaps Which taken literally as 't lyes may seem And so mis-understanding may misdeem Of Sheep therefore before to work I fall To show the Shepherds first original These that the best records will read and mark Shall find just Abel was a Patriarch Our Father Adams second Son a Prince As great as any man begotten since And in his function he a Shepherd was And so his mortal pilgrimage did pass And in the Sacred Text it is compil'd That he that 's Father of the Faithful stil'd Did as a Shepherd live upon th' increase Of Sheep untill his dayes on earth did cease And in these times it was apparent then Abram and Abel both were Noble-men The one obtain'd the title righteously For his unfeigned serving the most High He first did offer Sheep which on record Was Sacrifice accepted of the Lord He was before the Infant World was rype The Churches Figure and our Saviour's Type A murdered Martyr who for serving God Did first of all feel Persecutions Rod And Abram was in account so great Abimelech his friendship did intreat Faiths Patern and obedience Sample he Like Stars or Sand was in prosperity In him the Nations of the Earth were blest And now his Bosom figures heavenly rest His Sheep almost past numbring multiplied And when as he thought Isaac should have died Then by the Almightie's Mercies Love and Grace A sheep from out the Bush supplied the place Lot was a Shepherd Abrams Brother Son And such great favour from his God he won That Sodom could not be consum'd with sire Till he and his did out of it retire They felt no vengeance for their soul offence Till righteous Lot was quite departed hence And Iacob as the Holy Ghost doth tell Who afterward was called Israel Who wrestled with his God and to his Fame Obtain'd a Name and Blessing for the same He under Laban was a Shepherd long And suffer'd from him much ingrateful wrong For Rachel and Leah he did bear The yoke of servitude full twenty year He was a Patriarch a Prince of might Whose wealth in Sheep was almost infinite His twice six Sons as holy Writ describes Who were the famous Fathers of twelve Tribes Were for the most part Shepherds and such men Whose like the VVorld shall ne're contain again Young Ioseph 'mongst the rest especially A constant mirror of true chastity Who was in his afflictions of behaviour A mortal Type of his immortal Saviour And truth his Mother Rachel doth

could not stand the Castle being lost The vulgar being amazed in such a sort It was bright day or he durst open the Port They had left the Ladder standing at the VVall But in haste they were returned to Scotland all VVherefore in sign and token of my Loyalty I here complain of Scotlands villany And especially of that desperat youth The Scots VVarden he 's call'd Lord of Buckcleugh The Queen caused her Council to conveen And shew them how Carlisles Garison Late by the Scots she was affronted For they on her Castle were high mounted And broke in at the very top And reliev'd Kinment from the Pit The Queen and her Council did command A Messenger to pass into Scotland To ask King Iames what was his reason In a hostile way to assault the Garison VVith such an host of men of war And fetcht away her Prisoner The King the Message soon did understand And shew his Cusin the Queen of England He then desired her Majesty She would be pleased and satisfied And understand how things are come and gone VVhich of the Nations hath done other wrong To make her self the Iudge He was content And according to their merits she should give out Iudgement For on his Royal VVord he did explain Scroup was first faulter to the Scots Nation Lord Scroup he did begin to that effect To invade our Land and imprison our Subjects VVith three hundred horse to come into our Land VVithout leave of Our VVarden or any of our command A very insolent act against our Crown and Dignity By the Law of Arms he doth deserve to dy Our stout Lord VVarden not being in place Though Scroup much wrong'd our Nation and did him disgrace It seems he did appeal him privatly to fight But like a Coward he did his Challenge slight And so without Our order he went out To be reveng'd upon the base Lord Scroup No more but sixteen men to Carlisle came And gave alarm to Castle and the Town VVherein a thousand did remain Your Majesty may think he was a stout Captain Our Prisoner he did but relieve again And none of your Subjects either hurt or slain VVe think his valour merits some reward That of your Towers and Castles no way was afraid VVe think your Governour deserves both lack and shame That suffered sixteen men your Prisoner to gain That Governour is not a Souldier stout Who being a thousand strong and durst not ventur out VVith Letters to such purpose the Messenger did return And expresly shew the Queen she being at London Her Council did conveen and the Decree gave out That Scroup was all the blame of the passage went about The English Council call'd Buckcleugh a man compleat VVhich did merit honour he must be of a Heroick Spirit Both King and Council sounded his Commendation VVishing for many such within their English Nation Such praises made the Queen her Royal Majesty Be most desirous that bold Buckcleugh to see The Queen wrot to King Iames All the whole and sole truth VVith a fervent desire to see the Lord Buckcleugh The King sent for Buckcleugh and to him did unfold Shewing him he must go see His Cusin Queen of England Buckcleugh did yeeld to venture Life and Land And do whatever the King did him command A certain time the King did him confer And shew he was a Free-man and no Prisoner You with your Servants had best go there by Land For all you have to do it 's to kiss our Cusins hand The fixed day when that my Lord should go Was in the Month of March when husband men corn sow A rumor rose and spread through the whole Country How the Lord Buckcleugh he must at London dy Upon the fixed day his Honour went Which caused many hundreds to lament Which said alas they were undone And fear'd my Lord should ne're return again The whole Name of Scot and all his Friends about Maxwel and Iohnston conveyed him out The Humes came from the Merss And in Ednem-Haugh did bide A thousand Gentlemen conveyed him over Tweed They put him to Flowden Field The length of Scotlands ground And there took leave and back again return'd Toward London Rode they did themselves apply Thirlston Sir Robert Scot bear his Honour company No more there past with his Honor along But three Domestick Servants and Sir Robert Scot had one The day being Tuesday twenty four myle they wan And lodged in Morpeth into Northumberland On Wedensday twenty four myles they came Into the Principality of Durham On Thursday they their Course did steer Thirty four myles to Borrow-bridge in York-shire On Friday to Duncaster his Honor bade Twenty eight myle that day he no less rade To view the Town his Honor did desire It being within the County of York-shire For as men pass along the Road York-shire is sixty six myles broad On Saturnday twenty eight myle he went To New-wark Town that stands upon Trent And all the Sabbath his Honor did remain The Town lyes in the County of Notingham On Munday he his Course did steer Twenty six myles to Stenfoord in Lincoln-shire On Tuesday twenty short myle he came To the Town and Shire called Huntingtoun On Wednesday his Honor did fare Twenty nine myles to Ware in Hartford-shire On Thursday he did go betwixt Ware and Troynovent in Middlesex Troynovent was the antient Name King Lud brought it to be call'd London He did not sooner London gain Till it was noised among the English-men They run in flocks and did on 's Honor gaze As he had been the Monster slain by Hercules The People to their Neighbours did cry out Come let us go and see that valiant Scot Which out of Carlisle stoutly took Kinment in spight of our Lord Scroup In Carlisle Kinment did remain Whilst this Scot fetcht him out and had but sixteen men At London Kinment Willy his name was better known Nor it was in the Border-side where his Fore-fathers were born But now for to conclude within a little time The good Lord of Buckcleugh to the English Court did win That valiant Cavalier he came with such a Grace The English Wardens usher'd him to the Presence Notice came to the Queen that bold Buckcleugh was there Then she left her Privat Chamber and in Presence did appear The Queen in modesty a Complement did frame Desiring to know the health of his Master Her. Cousin good King Iames A sign of War to me appears and makes great variance Amongst such Blades who do invade And become League-breakers Since ye intrude within Our Border And did assault Our Garison And Kinment reliev'd without order Ye make but a scar-crow of Englands Queen I thought my Cusin Iames yet King Should never done his Friend such wrong But this I leave to another time He may repent or it be long Buckcleughs Speech THen bold Buckcleugh spoke forth the Truth And to the Queen he did declare His Master Scotlands King was free of every thing It

is your Majesty that makes all the Iars Your Majesty did Order give As it appears the Lord Scroup lately said That with three hundred horse he would march North My Masters Kingdom to invade And took His Subjects there Captive This will appear to be a wrong And in Carlisle keept him in bondage Where he laid him into Fetters strong Whilst I have Life or any Strength I le sight for my Masters Dignity His captive Subjects to relieve By truth it shall not fail in me My Royal Master and Dread Soveraign I' am His Majesties Subject born And to none other Prince but He To the Oath of Alledgeance I 'le be sworn Wherever His Subjects are Prisoners tane If I can relieve them they shall not remain I never thought of such a Lawless Act To invade your Nation and your Subjects take If I had done your Majesty had storm'd But unlawful tane unlawful he return'd VVhen any of your Subjects unlawfully broke out I never did intrude like your Governour Lord Scroup But to your VVardens I did still complain Who sent me his Malefactor I sent him mine again The Queens Answer THe Queen she lent attentive ear And of his Honours Courage she did much admire My Lord she said your Speech I 'le keep in mind And answer you at some other time But neither at Court nor Council ye shall appear For I conceive you 're a resolute Cavalier At Channel-hall your Lodging shall be there Then through our privy-garden to court ye may repair For your Disport when to the Court ye come Peruse our Library either even or morn At your own pleasure what time so e're it be And for your clearer passage ye shall have a privat Keye Except our Counsellors and Officers in charge We do not grant to any but your merits do deserve Thrice worthy Lord your merits do proclaim How Honours noble mark is still your aim And to attain the which thou holds thy hands to study That thy deserts by Fame has won thee gain already Industrious Loyalty doth use and all men tell To aim at Honour it levels very well And in your trusty Service shot compleat That in the end he 's sure have hit the white Let Fortune frown or smile ye are content At all Essays to bear a heart true bent Though Sin and Hell work Mortals to betray Against their malice God hath arm'd thy way When Life and Land and all away is fled Yet thy noble Actions is much honoured Thy loyal Service to thy King doth prove That to thy Country thy heart is joyn'd in love Love is a dying life a living death A vapour shaddow a bubble and a breath An idle bable and a poultrey toy Whose greatest pattern is a blinded boy When Fortune Love and Death their task hath done Fame makes our life through many Ages run For be our Actions good or ill Fame keeps a Record of our doings still By Fame great Iulius Cesar ever lives And Fame infamous life to Nero gives Those that scapes Fortune and extreams of Love Unto their longest homes by Death are driven When Cesar Kesar Subjects objects most Be all alike consumed to dirt and dust Death endeth all our Cares or Cares increase It sends us into lasting pain or bless Awake awake my Muse thou sleeps too long To bold Buckcleugh again I will return Expressing of the time that he did there resort And his Intertainment at the English-court For Banquets he had store and that most free Each day by some of their Nobilitie His attendance was by Nobles there As he had been a Prince late come from far The North-countrie English could not be at rest While the Scots-warden came to be their Guest Six Weeks at Court continued he Still seasted with their Nobilitie To the Queens Majestie he made redress When she would be pleased he should go from hence The Queen was mute and let the question slide Yet wished that he might there abide But yet the King of Scots she had no mind to wrong By reason that he was her Royal dear Cousin To whom she hop'd to prove as kind As Mother might do to please his mind What Misses are past we do declare Your King our Cousin will us repair Your Master our Cousin and we will agree We have already acquainted his Majestie But my Lord if you will here remain Or if ye will return again At your Masters hands we 'll get you free And here you shall have a Sallarie He humblie thank'd her Majestie Showing the Queen that could not be For he had Service in Holland And was bound to obey his Masters command It was too much to be bound to three So beg'd that he might pardoned be The Queen answer'd my Lord since it is so Ye shall be dispatch'd within a day or two And a Letter ye shall carrie along with thee To our Cousin of Scotlands Majestie Wherein your heroick Spirit we must commend And intend hereafter to be your friend Next day she call'd her Secretar And charged him a Letter to prepare To his Majesties King of Scotland Wherein she lets him understand She had past from her former wrong By reason Buckcleugh was a valiant man. Cesar and Tammerlan were valiant men that 's plain But in their own person they ventured not like him Regulus and Schipio was short of him against their foe Most stout Buckcleugh with his small train Scal'd a Castle and had but sixteen men And brought a prisoner with him along That was bound in Chains and Irons most strong Mounts to the Castle top so high And cliverly brought him away Yet a thousand men there was within Of Horse and Foot in the Garison Although it did us much offend Yet his Courage we must commend The Queen to him the Letter gave And pleasantly she took her leave Wishing him a good Iourney home In hopes no more her Castle he 'd storm Now I not intend for to set down How that his Honour returned home But Iames the sixth that gracious King Was well content of his home coming Now follows the Antiquity of the Name of Scot. SInce from all danger Buckcleugh was free I must speak something of his familie That Lord Buckcleugh his Fame spread far Call'd Walter Lord Scot of Whitchester Some late start-up bran-new Gentlemen That hardly knows from whence their Fathers came Except from red nos'd Robin Or Trail Wallet countrey Tom The sons of Cannongate Bess That well could play her Game Whose labouring heads as great as any house These calumnizing Fellows can stagger stare and shame And swear the name of Scot is but a new com'd Name These new cornuted Gentlemen why should they lie Mr. George Buchannan and Hector Boetius can let them see A thousand years if I do not forget By Chronicles I 'le prove the Name of Scot. In King Achaius time that worthy Prince Iohn and Clement Scots they went to France In Paris they at first began In Charles the great his time