his Fame And say that he was not a Gentleman He wanted nothing of Gentrie But only the title of Dignitie The first Lady that he did gain VVas daughter to the Baron of Chisim Then in Hardin place he did sit down And on her there begat one onely son For within short process of swift time She dy'd ere she came to her prime The Laird a Widdower did remain How long a time I do not ken But his Son he grew up to be a Man The first Walter Scot of Hardin Then Hardin did to Riddel ride The old Laird of Riddel being dead In suit of his Relict there came he She was a Daughter of Fairnilie She was a fair and beauteous Dame And at that time she was but young Her beauty others did excel She had one Daughter to Riddel Brave William Scot he did her gain They had not long been in that Roum While the Ladies Daughter married the Lairds Son Then they left the young Folk in Hardin And the oldFolk in Todrick they sat down And there they did two Sons beget Robert of Burn-foot and George of Todrick And both of them prov'd stout able men They were the first Cadents come of Hardin Now to the Young Folks I return The Laird and Lady of Hardin Betwixt them was procreat a Son Call'd William Bolt-foot of Hardin He did survive to be a Man And then to the Fairnilie he came And Fairnilies Daughter he did wedd For they were related by Kindred Betwixt them two was Procreat The stout and Valiant Walter Scot. Of Hardin who can never dy But live by Fame to the tenth Degree He became both able strong and stout Married Philips Daughter Squire of Dryhope Which was an antient Family And many broad Lands enjoyed he Betwixt these Scots was procreat That much renown'd Sir William Scot I need not to explain his Name Because he ever lives by Fame He was a Man of Port and Rank He married Sir Gideon Murrays daughter of Elibank Betwixt them there was procreat This old Sir William that 's living yet This old Sir William married A sister of the house of Boyd And there 's procreat them betwixt Sir William Scot now call'd youngest Because his Father does remain Therefore he 's call'd young Sir William And young Sir William married The only daughter of Sir Iohn Nisbit He late was Advocat to the King And now is call'd Lord Dirltoun This Genealogie is true And the old was as good as the new Now worthy Wall I wish thee Life and Health Hoping thou 'l ne're marry inferior to thy self Yet Ambition Pomp and Hell-begotten Pride And damn'd adulation thou will still deride The Complemental flattery of Kings Courts I hope shall ne're be mixt amidst thy sports For Homer was the Prime of Poets stil'd And worthy Actions still he did compile That he did both in Arcadia and Greece Extol the Shepherds with Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the Honourable and well accomplished Gentleman Sir William Scot of Hardin Knight UNto the prospect of your Wisdoms eyes I consecrat these silly Lines Not that I think them worthy of your view But because in Love my thoughts are bound to you I do confess my Self unworthy far To dite in such like cases as they are Which Homer Virgil nor the fluent Tullie In fitting terms could scarce express them fully For Francis Scot of Gillmans-cleugh To you I do commend In hopes your Worship still will be his Friend The Son of Iohn the Son of Robert call'd Truth Who was the Son of Iames The first of Gillmans-cleugh A valiant Gentleman who well deserv'd renown He was the youngest Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston The which Iohn Scot he did excell Being Son to David with the Tods-tail And David Scot my Author let me know He was Son to Walter of Howpaslaw Sir Walter he was Williams Son Of the worthy House of Buckcleugh he sprung The Lads in Gillmans-cleugh In hunting did excell So did their Father David That carried the Tods-tail Who had as much delight In hunting of that Beast As Iason had in Greece To bear the Golden-fleece Dedicated to the Right Honourable Sir Iohn Scot of Ancrum Knight wishes Mirth and Happiness be still your attendance THe Guns proclaim'd aloud on every Hill The joyful acclamations of the Scots People The which did Thunder with so high a strain As if Great Mars they mean't to entertain True Mirth and Gladness was to every Face And Healths run bravely round in every place That sure I think the seventh day of Iuly At the Reid-swair should ne're forgotten be That was a day to his everlasting Fame The valiant Laird Wat brought in the worthy Name That day should ever be dedicat to Mirth As if it had been a Soveraign's Birth VVhen valiant VVat that worthy Man Brought in the Name of Scot well to be seen It was nothing ye'll say to bring them in But to th' effusion of his Blood He brought them back again The Executors and Tutors that hath been in our time The Honour of the Scots did ne're so much proclaim The old Verse I must give in Though men should say I 'm drunken How VVat thy Guid-sir that worthy Man To the Red-swair brought his Troup The seventh day of Iuly the sooth to say At the Red-swair the tryst was set Our Wardens they did fix a day As they appointed so they met The Lord Buckcleugh he was but young Carmichael was Warden in his place The Laird Wat that worthy Man Commanded the Sirname with great Grace Thy Pedegree is soon discribed I think I may do it well enough Thy Father Charles was Laird VVats Son VVho was natural Son to Scot of Buckcleugh Their Generations is formerly described I need them not describe again Both Walters and Williams and Sir Arthur Unto the ninth Generation From whence such men may gather their relief That though a Ram-head may be cause of grief Yet nature hath a remedy found out They should have Lyons hearts to bear it out Though I call'd thee Shepherds Swain Yet I deserve no blame I hope that Iasons Golden-fleece VVith thee still shall remain Dedicated to the Right VVorshipful and very Honourable and most Generous Gentleman Sir VVilliam Scot of Hardin younger THe Prince of Princes and the King of Kings VVhose eye of Providence foresees all things To whom what ever was or ever shall be I present still before his Majesty VVho doth dispose of all things as he list And graspeth time in his eternal fist He sees and knows for us what 's Bad or Good And all things is by him well understood Mens weak conjecture no man can arreid VVhat in th' eternal Parliaments decreed And what the Trinity concludeth there VVe must expect it with obedience here Then let not any man presume so far To search what the Almighties Councils are But let our wills attend upon his will And let his will be our Direction still Let not Plebeians be inquisitive Nor
of that learned Man Mr. Arthur Scot who was stil'd of New-burgh than And Mr. Arthur was brave Simons son He who was Tutor to the Pupills of Thirlston And Iohn of Thirlston that brave fellow Was Son to David Scot of Howpaslaw And David was the first Sir Walters son So Iames thy Genealogy I have done And spoken nothing but the very truth Thy Original is from Buckcleugh Since Fates allow the harmless beasts such store I hope of Iasons Fleece thou shalt have more and more Dedicated to the Honourable and truly Noble Sir William Elliot of Stobs Knight and Barronet IT 's not in expectation of Reward That I this Book into your hands do tender But in my humble Duty in regard That I am bound my dayly thanks to render If my Verse be defective and my accent rude My Stile be harsh and my Learning slender I am defended against a multitude If that your Patronage be but my Defender This to avoid Hells-hatcht ingratitude My duteous Love my Lines and Life shall be To you devoted ever to conclude May you and your most vertuous Lady see Long happy dayes in honour still encreasing And after death true honour never ceasing Your Worships Parents were so well known by me That I 'm bold to show them to the fourth Degree These worthy Families I must needs commend From whom Sir William Elliot of Stobs did descend I here set down the number what they are And then I 'le nominate them in particular Thy thirty Ancestors I would have men to ken Thy eight great Grandsirs and thy eight great Grandames Thy Grandsirs and Grandames eight that makes twenty four Thy Goodsirs and Goodames four with Father and Mother Thy thirty Ancestors I have set down And thou thy self makes thirty and one This true account from whence your worship sprung Is just to the sourth Generation of your Kin Thy first great Grandsir and Grandam it 's of truth Was Elliot of Lariston and Scot of Buckcleugh To thy second great Grandsir and Grandam now I trot They were Scot of Hardin and Scot of Dryhop Thy third great Grandsir and Grandam to their name Was Dowglas of Cavers and a Sister of Cranston Thy fourth great Grandsir to his name Was Dowglas the Laird of Whittinghame I am not certain yet have heard some mean He was married to Hepburn a daughter of Waughton Thy fifth great Grandsir to whom I flee Was Sir Iohn of Cranston and Ramsey of Dalhousie Thy sixth great Grandsir and Grandam I set down Was Cranston of Moriston and Cockburn of Lanton Thy seventh great Grandsir and Grandam I reveal Was Lord Seton of Seton and Maxwel of Maxwel Thy eight great Grandsir and Grandam no less Then Earl Bothwel and Dowglas sister to the Earl Angus Now to the first Grandsir and Grandam I come Elliot of Stobs and Scot of Hardin To the second Grandsir and Grandam now I run Sir William of Cavers and Dowglas of Whittinghame Thy third Grandsir and Grandam I must proclaim Was William Lord Cranston and Sarah daughter to Sir Iohn Thy fourth Grandsir was the Lord Coldinghame Now to thy first Goodsir I do rehearse Which was Elliot of Stobs and Dowglas of Cavers Thy other Goodsir and Goodam of much renown Was Mr. of Cranston and daughter to Lord Coldinghame Thy Father and Mother who still lives by Fame Sir Gilbert of Stobs and sister to Lord Cranston Although I cannot write yet I have spent my breath In dilating thy Descent from good King Iames the fifth Earl Bothwel thy great Grandsir Was a valiant man He was King Iames the fifth His own Natural-son And now I humbly crave your Worthiness excuse For the boldness of my unlearned Muse That hath presumed so high a pitch to flee In praise of Vertue and Gentilitie I know this Task is fit for learned men For Homer Ovid or for Virgils Pen Boldly to write true Honours worthiness Whilst better Muses pleased to hold their peace And this much to the World my Verse proclaims That neither Gain nor Flattery are my ends But love and duty to your Familie Has caus'd my Muse these Lines to publish'd be And therefore I intreat your generous Heart To accept my duty and pardon my neglects Bear with my weakness wink at my defects Good purposes do merit good effects Poor Earthen-vessels may hold precious Wine And I presume that in this Book of mine In many places ye shall something find To please its noble well affected Mind And for excuse my Muse doth humbly plead That ye'll forbear to judge before ye read The Persians Egyptians and the Israelites And raging Razin King of Aramites Then the Assyrians twice and then again The Egyptians over-run them all amain Then the Chaldeans and once more they came Egyptian Ptolomey who them overcame Then Pompey next King Herod last of all Vespasian was their universal fall As in Assyria Monarchie began They lost it to the warlike Persian Of Nimrods race a race of Kings descended Till in Astiages his stock was ended For Cyrus into Persia did translate The Assyrian Soveraign Monarchizing State Then after many bloody bruising Arms The Persian yielded to the Greeks Alarms But smoak-like Grecian-glory lasted not Before 't was ripe it did untimely rot The Worlds Commander Alexander died And his Successors did the World divide From one great Monarch in a moment Springs Confusion Hydra-like from self-made Kings Till they all wearied slaughtered and forlorn Had all the Earth dismembred rent and torn The Romans took advantage of their fall And over-ran captiv'd and conquered all Thus as one Nail another out doth drive The Persians the Assyrians did deprive The Grecians then the Persian pride did tame The Romans then the Grecians overcame Whilst like a Vapour all the World was tost And Kingdoms were transferr'd from Coast to Coast And still the Iews in scattered multitudes Deliv'red were to sundry Servitudes Chang'd given bought and sold from Land to Land Where they not understood nor understand To every Monarchy they were made Slaves Egypt Aram Chaldea them out-braves Assyria Persia Grecia lastly Rome Invaded them by Heavens just angry doom Four Ages did the Sons of Heber pass Before their final Desolation was Their first Age aged Patriarchs did guide The second reverend Iudges did decide The third by Kings nought good bad worse and worst The fourth by Prophets who them blest or curst As their dread God commanded or forbid To curse or bless even so the Prophets did Good Reader I have writ these Lines to let thee know withall What Desolations did in former Ages fall And here within sixscore of year By many Families it doth appear Who were Men of note and their Substance did abound Yet to great Servitude their Children came But yet I think men should not fret For a Suspension never pays no Debt For if a man according to the Laws He be captivat for an onerous Cause And then from Bondage he again return This is no act
A TRUE HISTORY Of 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 Capt. WALTER SCOT An old Souldier and no Scholler And one that can Write nane But just the Letters of his Name Edinburgh Printed by the Heir of Andrew Anderson Printer to His most Sacred Majesty City and Colledge 1688. To the Right Honourable and Generous Lord IOHN Lord YESTER Appearand EARL of TWEDDALE Son to Iean Countess of Tweddale who was Daughter to that Valiant Lord Walter Earl of Buckcleugh Your Honours worthy Grand-Father AS the Graces the Vertues the Senses and the Muses are embled or alluded to your noble Sect as all these have ample residence in your honourable and worthy Disposition to whom then but your felf being a person so compleat should I commit the Patronage of that worthy Lord Walter Earl of Buccleugh and though I an unliterate Souldier have not apparelled them in such Garments of Elocution and ornate Stile as befits their Honours and Eminency of the least part of their excellent Worthiness Yet I beseech your Honour to accept for your own Worth and their Worthiness for if it were not but that I am assured that your noble Disposition in all parts is suitable to the in-side of this Book I should never have dar'd to dedicate it to your Patronage as it hath an honest Intention so hath your Breast ever been fill'd with such thoughts which brings forth worthy Actions as it is a Whip or Scourge against all Pride so have you ever been an unfeigned lover of courteous Humanity and Humility I humbly beseech your Honour although the method and stile be plain to be pleased to give it a favourable Intertamment for Records and Histories do make memorable mention of the diversity of qualities of sundry famous persons Men and Women in all the Countries and Regions of the World How some are remembred for their Piety and Pity some for Iustice some for Severity for Learning Wisdom Temperance Constancy Patience with all the Virtues Divine and Moral God who of his infinite Wisdom made Man of his unmeasured Mercy redeemed him of his boundless Bounty immense Power and eternal Eye of watchful Providence relieves guards and conserves him It is necessary that every man seriously consider and ponder these things and in token of Obedience and Thankfulness say with David What shall I render c. Men shóuld consider why God hath given them a Being in this life no man is owner of himself My Age is Seventy three it is Fifty seven years since I went to Holland with your honourable Grand-father Walter Earl of Buckcleugh in the year 1629. I was at that time not full Sixteen years of Age or capable to carry Arms in so much a renown'd Regiment or Company as his Honours was I was in no more estimation than a Boy yet waited upon a Gentleman in his Honours own Company notwithstanding it is known that I am a Gentleman by Parentage but my Fathers having dilapidate and engaged their Estate by Cautionry having many Children was not in a capacity to educate us at School after the death of my Grand-Father Sir Robert Scot of Thirlstone my Father living in a highland in Esdail muir and having no Rent at that time nor Means to bring us up except some Bestial wherefore in stead of breeding of me at Schools they put me to attend Beasts in the Field but I gave them a short cut at last and left the Kine in the Corn aud went as aforesaid and ever since that time I have continued a Souldier abroad and at home till within these few years that I am become so infirm and decrip'd with the Gout which hath so unabled me that I am not able neither to do the King nor my self Service so this being entred into my consideration it is sufficiently known that my intention and meaning was not to make any Profite to my self for I know I do but little deserve by reason I could never write a Line in my life neither will my ability keep one to Write to me and I living two or three Mile from a School yet is constrain'd by my own wilful Will sometimes to hire one School-boy and sometimes another yet knows not whether they can spell true Scots or not by reason I cannot read their Hand and there is none by me that can for many times the Writer mistakes the Word from my deliverance Therefore I hope your Honour will excuse the failing of my unlearned Muse. Seek then Heavens Kingdom and things that are right And all things else shall be upon thee cast Holy days of Ioy shall never turn to night Thy blessed State shall everlasting last Live still as ever in thy Makers sight And let Repentance purge your Vices past Remember you must drink of Death's sharp Cup And of your Stewardship accompt give up Had you the Beauty o◠sair Absalom Or did your Strength the strength of Sampson pass Or could your Wisdom match wise Solomon Or might your Riches Craesus Wealth surpass Or were your Pomp beyond great Babylon The proudest Monarchy that ever was Yet Beauty Wisdom Riches Strength and State Age Death and Time will spoil and ruine it Health Happiness and all Felicity Unto the end may your attendance be Your Honours most obedient humble and devouted Servant WALTER SCOT A True History of several Honourable Families of the Right Honourable Name of Scot c. I Was once a man though now I 'm none but a poor decript one Fifty seven years Arms I did bear Abroad or in Scotland When I began on the twenty ninth I was a slender man Now when I end on the eighty eight I am not very strong I never was an Hour at School although these Lines I dite I never learn'd the Catechism and yet I none can Write Except the Letters of my Name which I scarcely understand These I was forc'd to learn for shame when I was in Command Of Shepherds Swains I mind to carp And valiant Tammerlane into the second Part My drowsie Muse is almost drown'd with care How she dare venture to climb Honours Stare The Honour 's little worth that 's purchas'd by Coyn Ioan made such a Market when she was Pope of Rome Honour hath gilded Wings and soars most high And does behold the steps of Majesty Honour the lofty Lyon of Renown Which is no Merchandize for Butcher or Clown Honour 's the greatest Favour a Prince can yield All true gain'd Honour is win into the Field He needs no complementing Book him to instruct That gains his Honour by valour and conduct Peasant bought Honour is like to those That puts a gold Ring in a Brood-sows nose Whereas other Mettal may serve as well Either Copper Brass Iron or Steill I wish true Honour still may be preserv'd For many gets Honour that n'ere does deserv't The
Whose Super-natural wisdom beyond nature Did name each sensible and sensles Creature And from whose Star-like Sand-like Generation Sprung every Kindred Kingdom Tribe and Nation All People then one Language spoke alone Interpreters the World then needed none There lived then no learned deep Grammarians There was no Turks no Scythians nor Tartarians Then all was one and one was only one The Language of the universal Ball Then if a Traveller had gone as far As from the Artick to the Antartick Star If he from Boreas into Auster went Or from the Orient to the Occident VVhich way so ever he did turn or wind He had been sure his Country-man to find One hundred thirty Winters since the Flood The Earth one only Language understood Until the Son of Cush the Son of Cham A proud Cloud-scaling Tower began to frame Trusting that if the World again were drown'd He in his lofty building might rest sound All suture Floods he purpos'd to prevent Aspyring to Heavens glorious Battlement But High-Iehovah with a Pust was able To make ambitions Babel but a Bable These Shepherd Swains I send into your view Are thirty one a very worthy Crew Fifteen of them are Gentlemen of Note All of the renown'd Name of Scot Whereof Henry Scot in Palishil is one The youngest Shepherd Swain of all the name He 's natural Son unto that bold Barron Sir Iohn Scot the Knight of Ancrum Both wealth and wisdom his Father doth embrace And he abounds in Iasons Golden Fleece Dedicated to the illustrious and worthy Gentleman Thomas Scot of Whitslade MOst worthy Sir I have with pain and labour took To search some Histories for this little Book I have it all gathered from thence Especially things of greatest consequence And though the Volumn and the Work be small Yet it does contain the sum of all To you I give it with a Heart most fervent And rests your humble and obedient Servant For Shepherd Swains they have been long The Glory of their Land The best of men has been a Swain Behold brave Tammerlane Then Walter Scot now of Todrick Since thou' rt a Gentleman I 'm sure thou'll not offended be To be call'd a Shepherds Swain Thy Father Thomas did the like Since he to Todrick came Thomas thy Good-sir was a Swain When he from Whitslade sprung Thy Grandsire brave Walter of Whitslade Was call'd the Hawk compleat A man of note and good report Yet had many Flocks of Sheep His Father Robert thy great Grandsir Of Stirches was design'd Because his Father Walter Scot Liv'd at Whitslade in his time He was a worthy Gentleman And kept a great Menzie There was ninety years past o're his head Before that he did die The rest of thy Genealogie I can you well declare They were all worthy Gentlemen But I will talk no mair To speak of Whitslades Family Or when it did begin It 's above two hundred years ago It was in the fourteen hundred eighty seven VValter the first of VVhitslade then VVas Hardin's elder Brother He married a fair comely Dame Daughter to the Laird of Riddel Robert his Father did succeed In Heretages Mains and Miln And married with one Rutherford Daughter to the Laird Hunthill His son Walter sharp as a Hawk For Valour he did pass He married with a comely Dame Daughter to Cavers of Dowglas His son Sir Walter Scot if I should forget I should be much to blame He married with Susanna Scot Daughter to the Laird of Thirlston And after her he married again Which I do know for truth Unto a very comely Lass Sister to Sir Iohn Scot of Newbrugh His son Robert Scot of worthy note Hollands Iean married he natural-Natural-daughter to Walter Lord of Buckcleugh She was a frugal Lady Sir Walter Scot brother to Robert He married a Lady fair Daughter to Sir Robert Stuart of Ormstoun Which is Brother to Iohn Earl of Traquair Thomas his Brother did him succeed A man of worthy fame A vertuous Lady he did wed Madam Mitchel was her name Thomas his son doth now remain The eight Laird of that part He 's married to a frugal Dame Daughter to Sir Iohn Hay of Park Thomas the last that of Whitslade we lost Was a man of good esteem He departed in the year of Grace Sixteen hundred and seventy one Sir Walter Scot his brother that At Innerkeithing was slain It was into the year of Grace Sixteen hundred and fifty one His brother Robert that bold Baron It was an woful hour At Yorks great Fight he lost his life In the sixteen hundred and fourty four Their Father brave Sir Walter Scot The chief of Chivalry In the sixteen hundred twenty eight year At Whitslade he did die Of Whislades worthy Family I will no further dite For he does know assuredly I can neither Read nor Write Ulysses was a happy man of men In that his acts were writ with Homer's pen And Virgil wrote the Actions of the glory Of brave AEneas and his wandring Story The Shepherds live and thus they end their lives With good and brave and just prerogatives Dedicated to that worthy Gentleman Iohn Scot of Wall Broihergerman to Sir William Scot of Hardin elder MOst worthy Sir Into your hands I give The sum of that which makes me be so brief I humbly crave acceptance at your hand And rests your Servant ever to command Since I 've begun I hope to make an end And as I can my Shepherd Swains defend For Walter Scot of Wall These Lines I do design For there are many Gallants That have Shepherds been Romes fond Romulus was bred and fed 'Mongst Shepherds where his youthful days he led The Persian Monarch Cyrus he did pass His youth with Shepherds and a Shepherd was Wherefore I humbly thee intreat If I do call thee Shepherd not to sret For I know ye are all Gentlemen To the seventh or eight Generation And I will do to you that I 'le not do to others For I 'le describe you both your Fathers and Mothers Because erroneous Liars the old Famil did not ken Call'd Harden this and that said they 're not Gentlemen Wherefore I will at William begin Brother-german to Walter of Sinton Who was a man of great command He enjoy'd all Sintons Lordship And the Beat-up Land He was the son of George Who did enjoy the same So did his Father his name was Iohn George left his second son it is most clear 'Twixt four and five thousand merks a year Into that Possession at that time I know not what Charter and Evidence was then Yet to let misbelieving people ken These Lands as they ly I will design Therefore William was a valiant man Who was the first Laird of Hardin In his possession he had then no less Nor Hardin Totshaw Mebenlaw and High-chesters With Todrick which good Sheep afford VVester-Essenside Burn-foot and Sheils-wood These were the Lands I do explain That George of Sinton gave his son VVilliam VVhy should ramping Liars blast
There ne're a man but he 's a free-booter Where fainting fazard dare not show their face And calls their off-spring Thieves to their disgrace These are Serpents Spirits and vulgar Slaves That slanders Worthies sleeping in their Graves But if fourty Countrey-men had such rascalls in bogs They 'd make them run like feltered foals from dogs The Scot and Ker the mid Border did possess The Humes possest the East and the Iohnstons the West With their adjacent neighbours put the English to more pains Nor half the North and all three Louthians Yet with the Free-booters I have not done I must have another sling at hâ— Because to all men it may appear The Free-booter he is a Volunteer In the Muster-rolls he has no desire to stay He lives by Purchase he gets no Pay King Richard the second of England sent A great Army well arm'd into Scotland Through Cumberland they came by his Command And ordain'd to cross the River at Solway Sand. In Scotland King Robert Stuart the first did reign Yet had no intelligence of their coming The Free-booters there they did conveen To the number of four or sive hundred Men In ambush these Volunteers lay down And waited whilst the Army came At a closs strait place there they did stay Where they knew the English could not get by-way And when they came the ambush nigh They rose with clamours and shouting high Which terrified the English-men That they drown'd most part in Solway-Sand It 's most clear a Free-booter doth live in hazards train A Free-booters a Caveleer that ventures Life for Gain But since King Iames the sixt to England went There has been no cause of grief And he that hath transgressed since then Is no Free-booter but a Thief In Queen Elizabeths reign she kept a strong Garison At Carlile that Sink-port Of Horse and Foot a thousand men compleat The Governour was the Lord Scroup It fell about the Martinmass when Kine was in the prime Then Kinment Willy and his Friends they did to England run Oxen and Kine they brought a Prey out of Northumberland Five and fiftie in a drift to Canninbie in Scotland The Owners pitifully cry'd out they were undone Then to the Governour they came and seriously did complain The Lord Scroup heard their whole complaint And bade them go home again and no more lament For before the Sun did rise or set He should be reveng'd on Kinment Anone he charged the Trumpeters they should sound Booty-sadle Iust at that time the Moon was in her prime He needed no Torch-light Lord Scroup he did to Scotland come Took Kinment the self same night If he had had but ten men more that had been as stout as he Lord Scroup had not the Kinment tane with all his Company But Kinment being Prisoner Lord Scroup he had him tane In Carlile Castle he him laid in irons and fetters strong Then scornfully Lord Scroup did say In this Castle thou must ly Before thou goest away thou must Even take thy leave of me He mean'd that he should suffer death before he went away By the Cross of my Sword says Willy then I 'le take my leave of thee Before e're I go away whether I live or die These News came furth to bold Buckcleugh Lord Warden at that time How Lord Scroup Carlisles Governour Had Kinment Willy tane Is it that way Buckcleugh did say Lord Scroup must understand That he has not only done me wrong But my Soveraign Iames of Scotland My Soveraign Lord King of Scotland Thinks not his Cousin Queen Will osser to Invade his Land Without leave asked and given Thou stole into my Masters Land Which is within my Command And in a plundering hostile way I 'le let thee understand Besore Day-light came thou stole a man And like a Thief thou run away This Letter came to Lord Scroups hand Which from Buckcleugh was sent Charging him then to release Kinment Or else he should repent Scotland is not a sitting part I suppose England is the same But if thou carry a valiant heart I 'le fight thee in Holland There thou and I may both be free which of us wins the day And be no cause of Mutiny nor Invasions prey Our Princes rare will not compare for dignity and fame It nothing doth transgress their Laws what we do in Holland This Message by a Drummer sent To the Governour Lord Scroup A frivolous Answer he returned Which made bold Buckcleugh to doubt That he must into Carlisle ride And fetch the Kinment out The Armstrong was a hardy Name Into their own Country But like Clim of the Cleugh and little Iohn On England they did prey Kinments sirname was Armstrong He from Giltknocky sprang But Mengertoun he was the chief Of the Name of Armstrong It was not for their own respects That Buckcleugh turned their Guardian It was for the honour of Scotland By reason he was Lord Warden He stormed that any should presume To enter the Scots border Either Cornish Irish English Welch Unless they had his Order If he had known when Lord Scroup did appear To enter the Scots-ground he had call'd up his Rear But since he mist him in all Scotlands bounds In England he gave him sowre Pears for Plums Here follows how the Lord Buckcleugh affronts the Lord Scroup first by Letters and then by taking him prisoner out of the Castle of Carlisle by a Stratagem THus being vext he shew the Friends of the Name How the Lord Scroup had Willy Kinment tane And said if they would but take part with him He knew a way to bring him back again To which Demand they presently did conclude They would serve his Honour to the last drop of their blood For certainty did prov'd to be a truth He 'll still be call'd the good Lord of Buckcleugh His Friends advice that he desir'd to know Was Howpasly Thirlstone Bonnitoun and Tushilaw And Gaudilands his Uncles son With Whitslade Headshaw and Sinton And Gilbert Elliot he was not of his Name But was his Honours Cousin-german Those Gentlemen in Vote did all agree Five hundred to march in his Honours Company He thank'd them for their Vote and said that must not be Pick me out chosen men no more but thirty three At Thirlston his Brethren they did begin They being the first Cousin-german Both Walter and William was there in brief And presented their Service unto their Chief Then Tushilaw did follow them And sent his two sons Iames and Iohn With Mr. Arthur Scot of Newburgh And Robert Scot of Gilmarscleugh Bowhill his brother William did thither come And Iohn Scot brother to Bonnitoun So did William of Haining a valiant Squire And William Scot of Hartwoodmire And William of Midgap came theretill He was Grandsir to this Laird of Horslyhill Walter of Diphope a Mettal-mah And Iohn of Middlestead together came Robert of Huntly he did not fail He came with the Scots of the Water of Ail So did Walter of Todrig that well
could ride And Robert Scot brother to Whitslade Andrew of Sallinside he was one With Iames of Kirkhouse and Askirks Iohn Robert of Headshaw himself would gang He was his Honours Cousin-german Sinton and Wall they stay'd at home Kirkhouse and Askirk went in their room Because it was my Lord's decree But younger Brethren they all should be Some stout and valiant able men They would not stay at home And some related to my Lord they needs would go along Although my Lord to Friends had letten't fall He would not have a Landed man at all Yet valiant men they would not bide As appeared by Hardin Stobs and Commonside They counted not their Lives and Lands so dear As the loss of the least Title of their Chief's honour But now I come for to explain The rest of these three and thirty men Satchells and Burnfoot they cross'd these Strands With Burnfoot in Tiviot and Gaudilands Hardin aâ—d Stobs before I did name Now follows Howfoord and Robertoun How pasly he sent out his Brother And Allan-haugh sent out another Clack and Alton did both accord To present their Service unto my Lord Hassenden came without a call The antientest House among them all Thus I have gone through with pain To reckon the three and thirty men These Gentlemen were all Scots Except Gilbert Elliot of the Stobs Which was a valiant Gentleman And as said before my Lord's Cousin-german These Gentlemen did all conveen At Branksom-gate his Honour to attend They neither knew the Cause nor what the Cause might be Before they came the length of Netherbie Although his Honours trusty Friend did ken Both some that went with him and some that stay'd at home They had it on Parol under great Secrecy And to revealt was worse than Infamy When it pleas'd my Lord to ride no man did know What his Intention was and whither he did go Except his Counsellors Knights and Gentlemen of Fame Which passed not above seven or eight in all the Name Where-ever he went he had one or two of them And for the rest he let them nothing 〈◊〉 But now for to proceed without delay Buckcleugh from Branksom took the way Through the Woods of Esk in a full Carrier went he To the Woodhouseleys which is near to Netherbie And there a while continued he He brought Wrights along in his Company And caused them Scaling-ladders make Although the Wrights knew not for what Both artificial long and strong There was six Horsemen to carry them along In a high Carrier my Lord did ride To the Woodhouslies on the Border-side For Netherbie is in English ground But the Woodhouslies is in Scotland There is a long Mile them between Divided by the River of Esk her furious Streams My Lord caused raise a vulgar report That he was only come to hold a Iustice-Court Which caused Fugitives to flee Unto the Woods and Mountains high And for the Ladders tight and tall Was made for the Towers of Branksom-hall Though it was made long and strong and most compleat To reach Carelisles Castles Battlement Such excuses there was for every thing But for 's Honours intention there was no din Most privatly he his course did steer About Christmass the hinder end of the year The day was past before the Wrights had done Then it was long eight Mile to Carelisle Town The Way was deep and the Water was strong And the Ladder was fifty Foot long The Firmament was dark the gods was not in place Then Madam Night did show her ebon'd face Luna in sable Mantle her course did steer And Iupiter he no way did appear Then scorching Sol he was gone to his rest And Titan had tane lodging in the VVest Saturn he did rule into that strain Mars and Venus under Cloud remain'd Ioves Thunder-bolts in Skies did not appear Iuno mask'd in a Fog the Night was no ways clear But yet his Honour he did no longer bide But paced throughout the Muir to the River Edin-side Near the Stonish-bank my Lord a time did stay And left the one half of his Company For fear they had made noise or din Near the Castle they should come The River was in no great rage They cross'd near half a Mile below the Bridge Then along the Sands with no noise at all They come close uuder the Castle-wall Then masked Midnight slowth did keep And mortal Eyes was inclined to sleep Immediatly they did their Ladder plant Which reach'd the Castles Battlement Then up the Ladder they reer but doubt And broke a sheet of Leid on the Castle-top A passage made and in they came The Cape-house-door they burst in twain Then down the Stairs they come amain Where Kinment fettered lay within Then with Fore-hammers Doors they broke down Amazing the Lord Scroup and all his Garison They hors'd Kinment with his Bolts upon a strong mans back And to the Castle-top in the Ladder they did him set The Wardens Trumpets did most sweetly sound Which put the Garison in a fear That all Scotland was come The Governour thought the Gastle had been gone He intended for to run and surely to save none Then Kinment said when first here I did come Lord Scroup engaged me to take leave of him Then with a turning voice he did cry out Farewell farewell to my good Lord Scroup Which terrified the English more By an hundred times than they were before Then down the Ladder in haste they Willy gat And set him Sadle-aside upon a Horses back Mean time the Trumpets sounded Come if ye dare They were the last men that came down the VVooden-stair They mounted all with speed and safely did return The self same way they formerly did come They observ'd neither File nor Rank They met with the rest of their Party at Stenicks-bank Carlifles Dark-muirs they did pass through There was never a man did them pursue To Lines-water they come with speed Then past the Muirs on the other side Then Kinment VVilly cry'd out with pain And said his Irons had him undone The which to his Legs-stuck like Burs He never before rode with such large Spurs They stayed for no Smith on the English-ground At Canninbie they arrived into Scotland VVithout loss or hurt to any man At Canninbie a Smith they fand By that time Aurora did appear Then bright Phoobus spread her Beams most clear The Smith on haste was set to work And fly'd the Irons off VVilly Kinment Yet Kinment VVillie durst not stay at home But to Branksome Place he with his Honor came The Lord Scroup afrighted he did to London hie And to Elizabeth his Queen he form'd many a lie And that how King Iames the sixth of Scotland then Sent to assault her Castle with an host of Men VVhich put her Garison in a terrible fear And the villain Kinment VVilly carried away clear Such numbers broke in at the Castle top And brought Kinment VVilly out of the Pit He told the Queen he thought to flee in haste The City
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
that Brook And the Church-walls I have seen them all up It is two reasonable myle Between the Miln-steed and the Kirk-style My Guid-sir told me there he had seen A holy Cross and a Font-stone The Paroch being twenty myle about But hardly sixteen folks remain in it All the Corn I have seen there in a year Was scarce the sowing of six Firlots of Bear And for Neighbours to come with good will There was no Corn to grind into that Mill If Heather-tops had been Meal of the best Then Buckcleugh-mill had gotten a noble grist Now wearied Muse to rest thou may resort Whilst I alitle Prose report I Heard my Guid-sir tell that he had heard all men say the the reason why the Lairds of Buckcleugh did build that Milne was for the use of their Houses for grinding of Flour Meal and Malt but especially Bran for his Dogs and the Corn came out of other Barronies which was then in his possession as the Ewards in Tweddale the Barrony of Eokfoord Grimslies in East-Tivlotdail and other Barronies and Lands under his command this is spoken by tradition to this time but sure if such things were as it hath been by all appearance it must be long after the beginning of the honourable Family of Buckcleugh for at that time Buckcleugh must needs be a Person of much Honour and Renown and of a very competent Estate when he built a Church and a Milne in such a Wilde Forrest as Rankelburn now called Buckcleugh where there was no People to come to the Church except his own Family nor girst to his Milne except what he caused to come for his own use near twenty myle in each side of his own residence My Guid-sir Satchells told me that he was with Walter called the good Lord of Buckcleugh after he came from the Schools and Robert of Thirlston after Sir Robert they being come from the Colledge of St. Andrews where they had been at Learning by reason King Iames the sixth was of that University my Lord and Sir Robert being of the Kings Age in the year one thousand five hundred and sixty six was desirous to pass their time there and at their return the Lord Buckcleugh being ready to go to his travells was curious to see these Tomb-stones of his Ancestors which was in that Kirk in the Forrest of Rankelburn the most part of the Wall was standing then and the Font-stone within the Kirk and a Cross before the Kirk-door The Rubbish and Earth being casten out and the Stones clean sweept the Lord and many of his Friends came to see them where they did discern one Stone which had the antient Coat of Arms on it That is to say two Crests and a Mulet born on a Counter-scarf with a Hunting-horn in the Field supported with a Hart of Grace and a Hart of Leice alias a Hound and a Buck and a Bucks-head torn from the Crest which only seem to be from Hunters and Forresters the other Stones had drawn upon them like unto a Hand and Sword and others of them had a Sword and a Lance all along the Stone Robert Scot said that he believed that it was four hundred years since the last of these Stones had been laid and it was near an hundred year since that time I judge the Lord Buckcleugh was about twenty one or twenty two years at that time so it must needs be near to an hundred years since The Lands of Buckcleugh they did possess Three hundred years ere they had writ or wax And since that time that they a Right did rear It 's said to be from King Robert the third call'd Iohn Fern-year Now follows the several Places of Residence of the Family of Buckcleugh NOw my Iocking Muse assist my Rhyme compleat I 'm drown'd in Prose since thou lay down to sleep Thy Iourney 's long and so thou must not stay We 'l take some part of Tweddale in our way The Barrony of Eward was Buckcleughs share And yet they are Supperior Over-Eward and neither Eward was in the Barrony With Kirk-Eward Lady-Eward and Lock-Eward all three These Towns most sweet surround a pleasant Hill And Scotstoun-hall doth joyn unto them still It was call'd Scotstoun-hall when Buckcleugh in it did dwell Unto this time it is call'd Scotstoun still It was in Kirk-Eward-paroch then But now it 's in the Paroch of Lintoun There is three Towers in it was mounted high And each of them had their own entry A Sally-door did enter on Which serv'd all three and no man kend When Buckcleugh at Scots-hall kept his house Then Peebles-Church was his Burial-place In the Cross-Kirk there has buried been Of the Lairds of Buckcleugh either six or seven There can none say but it 's two hundred year Since any of them was buried there The Earls of Hamiltoun and Dowglass To brave Buckcleugh shewed great kindness Their kindness with him did prevail That he must live near them in Clidsdail Scots hall he left standing alone And went to live at Mordistoun And there a brave House he did rear Which to this time it doth appear Several Ages after he did these Lands excamb With Inglis that was the Laird of Branksom And since-that time I can mak 't appear It 's near two hundred and fifty year That Familie they still were valiant men No Baron was better served into Britain The Barons of Buckcleugh they kept at their call Four and twenty Gentlemen in their Hall All being of his Name and Kin Each two had a Servant to wait on them Before Supper and Dinner most renown'd The Bells rung and the Trumpets sounded And more than that I do confess They kept four and twenty Pensioners Think not I lie or do me blame For the Pensioners I can all name There 's men alive elder than I They know if I speak truth or ly Ev'ry Pensioner a Room did gain For Service done and to be done This I 'le let the Reader understand The name of both the Men and Land Which they possess'd it is of truth Both from the Lairds and Lords Buckleugh But now my Muse I 'le give it in thy chose Stay or go sleep for I must write in Prose Now follows the Gentlemens Names that were Pensioners to the House of Buckcleugh with the Lands they possess'd for their Service WAlter Scot of North-house the first Gentleman descended from the Family in a former Age Robert Scot of Allanmouth David Scot of Stobiscot Brother to Sir Walter Scot of Gaudilands David Scot of Raes-know one of the house of Allan-haugh Robert Scot of Clack the Land of Fennick for his Service William Scot in Hawick call'd William in the Mott brother to Walter Scot of Hardin possest these Lands without the West-Port for his Service Iohn Scot of Monks-tower brother to old William Scot of Altoun Robert Scot of Easter-groundiston brother-son to Robert Scot of Headshaw Iames Scot of Altoun-Crosts Raes-know and Allanmouth were all of the Family of
Allanbaugh Thomas Scot in Wester-groundiston brother to William Scot of Whitehaugh descended of the antient Family of Buckcleugh Iohn Scot in Drinkston descended of the antient Family of Robert-toun William Scot in Lies alias Millma called William Scot of Catslac-know descended from the antient family of Dryhop Robert Scot in Clarilaw descended from the antient house of Hassanden William Scot of Totchahaugh from the foresaid family of Bortoheugh Andrew Scot of Totchahill from the family of Robertoun Iohn Scot in Stowslie Scot of Whames descended from the North house Scot of Castlehill was of that kind Walter Scot of Chappel-hill he was half-brother to the Laird of Chisholm Robert Scot of Howford had the Lands of Cowd-house for his Service Robert Scot of Satchels had Southintig for his Service Robert Scot of Langup had the Land of Outter-huntly for his Service for several Ages there was one William Scot commonly call'd cut at the black he had the Lands of Nether-Delorian for his Service Walter Gledstanes had Whitlaw These twenty four were all of the Name of Scot except Walter Gledstancs of Whitlaw who was nearly related to my Lord this William Scot of Delorian commonly call'd cut at the black he was a brother of the antient house of Haining which house of Haining is descended from the antient house of Hassanden and from the foresaid William Scot of Delorain sprung the family of Scotstarbet and Elie now called Ardross their original being from Sir Alexander Scot of Hassanden that valiant knight was kill'd with his Prince king Iames the fourth at Flowden-field Now I come to Sir Wulter Scot of Buckcleugh who was Grand-father to Walter the good Lord of Buckcleugh These twenty three Pensioners all of his own Name of Scot and Walter Gledstanes of Whitlaw a near Cousin of my Lords as asoresaid they were ready upon all occasions when his Honour pleased cause to advertise them It was known to many in the Countrey better than it is to me that the Rents of these Lands which the Lairds and Lords of Buckcleugh did freely bestow upon their Friends will amount above twelve or fourteen thousand merks a year This I have thought good to let the Reader see the benefite which the younger Brethren of the Name had by their Cheif when he was but a Baron and Knight they were esteemed with more respect than they have been since Sir William Scot of Branksom who never survived to be Laird or Lord of Buckcleugh gave his Lady Dame Margaret Dowglas after him Countess of Bothwell above two and twenty thousand merks a year of Ioynture This with the Pensioners Revenues off the Estate was near thirty six thousand merks a year which his Son Lord Walter and his Son Earl Walter did truely pay all their times the Conjunct-fee Now lest you should think that I flatter or am a liar I will nominate the Lands and where they ly for the justification of my self AWake awake my Muse and me aver To give a just account of that Ioynture To the Piel and Hathern I will repair To Analshope and Glengeber To Whitup and to Black-grain To Commonside and Milsanton-hill And Eilridge is left all alone Except some Town Lands in Lanton Now my Muse to the East-country go we And talk of Eckfoords Baronie Which Barony she none did miss But all into her Ioynture was In Cumulo I do declare It 's above twenty thousand merks a year It was a worthy Conjunct-fee For a Knight to give to his Lady That worthy House when they were but Gentrie Exceeded far some of Nobilitie O cursed Helena that the Trojans did confound And laid Troys pleasant Walls flat on the Ground Her Daughter had not match'd with Priamus race But her Mothers perswasion made her him imbrace Thirty Lairds and Lords it s said hath been All of Buckcleugh yet it is uncertain Yet I believe it may be true I 've seen four my self and that I 'le avow The nine last Generations I declare Both whom they Married and who they were At Sir Arthur Scot we begin In 's time he was the Kings Warden A valiant Sp'rit for Chivalrie Married Lord Somervels Daughter of Cowdalie Sir Walter his Son did him succeed Whom the Borders both did fear and dread He was still fourty men when ever he rade He married with Dowglas of Drumlanrig Their Procreation remains unto this time The last honourable second brother that of that Familie came From that marriage Robert of Allan-haugh sprung It 's near two hundred years agone And since that time it 's known to be of truth There was ne're a lawful Brother married from Buckcleugh The more we may repent and sigh and groan That they 'r so Phaenix like still but one Sir William Scot was Sir Walter 's eldest Son And in his Heritage he did succeed to him A valiant Knight and of much renown He Married with the honourable house of Hume His Son Sir Walter that durst have shown his face To him that was as stout as Hercules He was inclin'd to Blood as was rehearst He was married to Ker of Ferni-harst To Venus her Sister he married again A beautiful Creature Dame Ianet Beaton Sir William Scot of Branksom call'd White-cloak He was son to Buckcleugh call'd wicked Wat As Fortune smil'd or frown'd Content that Worthy was He married a Sister of the House of Angus The good Lord Walter was Sir William's Son The better in Tiviot-dale shall never come For Valour Wisdom Friendship Love and Truth He married Ker a Sister of Roxburgh Earl Walter was Lord Walter 's Son A Mars for Valour Wisdom and Renown His Courage durst a Lyon fear His Frowns would terrifi'd a Boar He married a sister of Errol Earl Francis his Father Earl Walter did succeed Into his Earldom but not to his Head Yet he wanted neither hand head nor heart But could not Act like to his Fathers part His Fathers Acts were all Military And he was much inclin'd to study His Father scorn'd to suffer a stain Neither of himself nor of his Name With the House of Rothes married he An equal Match by Antiquitie She was but the relict of such a one The Son of a start-up Souldier new come home I have been through Scotland Holland and Sweden Yet ne're heard of a Gentleman in all his Kin Except one Switzer which did verifie He was Bacchus Nevoy the Uncle of Brandy That worthy Earl was soon by death assail'd 'Gainst whom no mortal ever yet prevail'd He had no Heirs-male but Daughters left behind For to enjoy his great Earldom and Land These Infants sweet left to their Guardians to keep Their Tutors oft suffered controul Their Mother was so impudent That she must alwayes have her intent The eldest Lady I confess she was not able for a man With Earl Tarras she did VVedd it was by perswasion of her Dame Alas she liv'd not very long There was no Procreation them between I wish to God there had been a Son It had been better