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
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-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
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
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
brought from Cholcos into Greece Iohn Scot the Squire of Newburgh-hall Alias of Rennal-burn as men him call To the first Iohn Scot of Rennal-burn late He was the Son and Heir to his Estate Who was the Son of that Sir Iohn Scot of worth The Prince of Poets and Knight of New-burgh Chancer Glovet and Sir Thomas Moir And Sir Philip Sidney who the Lawral wear They never had a more Poetical Vein Than New-burgh's Iohn that was Mr. Arthurs Son. And Mr. Arthur was a learned Man Son to Simon Scot of New burgh than This Simon Scot's call'd Simon with the Spear Tutor of Thirlston was both for Peace and Wear That Simon Scot a bold and resolute Man He was Son to Iohn Scot of Thirlston Iohn Scot of Thirlston My Guid-sir let me knaw He was Son to Dayid Scot of Howpaslaw That David Scot he did excell Mongst all Hunters he bore the Bell He did abound for wit and skill All his Associats did wear a Tod-tail Which they esteem most by their engadges More than French gallants do of their Plumages David of Howpaslaw he was the Son Of the first Sir Walter e're was of that Roum He was a man of Credit and Renown He Married Elliot Daughter to the Laird of Lariston David of Howpaslay Sir Walters Son He married with Scot a Daughter of Robertoun His Son Iohn Scot of Thirlston a man of worth He married Scot the Daughter of the Laird of Allenhaugh Iohns Son Robert was Warden in his time The fight of Roberts-hill he did gain He for his King and Countrey did maintain the Truth He married Scot Daughter to the Laird of Buckcleugh The first Sir Robert Scot of Thirlston was his Son He married Margaret daughter to the Laird of Cranston Sir Robert Scot his Son for whose death I mourn He married Lyon daughter to the Master of Kinghorn His death was sad to all his near Relations A worthy man was he And died without Succession Then Patrick Scot his Father-Brother Son Took on the designation of Thirlston A very worthy Courteous man was he He married Murray daughter to the Laird of Black-barony His Son Sir Francis Scot Knight-barronet of Thirlston Is now married to Ker daughter to William Earl of Louthian Of his Genealogy I said enough His Original it is of Buckcleugh Yet were it no more but so I dare be bold To think this Land doth many Iasons hold Who never yet did pass a dangerous wave Yet may with ease its Golden Fleeces have My little Book whoso doth intertain It 's dedicat to none but Gentlemen Sometimes to Old sometimes to Young Sometimes to the Father sometimes to the Son Sometimes to the great sometimes to the small So my Book it keeps no rule at all Dedicated to that worthy and compleat Gentleman Robert Scot second Son to Sir William Scot of Hardin UNlearned Azo Store of Books hath bought Because a Learned Schollar he 'l be thought counsel'd him that had of Books such store To buy Pypes Flutes the Viol and Bandore And then his Musick and his Learning share Being both alike with either might compare He did both beat his brain and try his wit In hopes thereby to please the Multitude As soon may ride a Horse without a Bit Above the Moon or Suns high altitude Then neither flattery nor the hope of Pelf Hath made me writ but for to please my self Thoug Sin and Hell work mortals to betray Yet 'gainst thy Malice God still arms thy way Thou canst be have amongst those Banks and Briers As well as he who to Cedars-top aspires Or to the lowest Cherub or Branch of Broom That hath its breeding srom Earths stumbling womb And now I talk of Broom of Shrubs and Cedars Me thinks a World of Trees are now my Leaders To prosecute this travel made with pain And make Comparison betwixt Trees and Men The Cedars and the High-clouds kissing Pines Foecunds Olives and tke crooked Vines The Elm the Esk the Oak the mastie Beech The Pear the Apple and the rough gound Peach And many more for it would tedious be To name each fruitful and unfruitsul Tree For to proceed and shew how Men and Trees In Birth and Breed in Life and Death agrees In their beginning they have both one Birth Both have their natural being from the Earth Those that scape Fortune and the extreams of Love Unto their longest home by Death are drove Where Cesars Kesars subjects objects most Be all alike consum'd to dirt and dust Death eudeth all our cares or cares increase It sends us unto lasting pain or bless Where Honor is with Noble Vertue mixt It like a Rock stands permanent and fix't The snares of Envy or her traps of hate Could never nor shall ever hurt that state Like Adamant it beats back the battery Of spightful Malice and deceiving flattery For it with pride can never be infected But humbly is supernally protected A Supporter or Prop I wish Robert be As Rowlin call'd Robert was to Normandy Robert call'd Iohn-Fernyear was in Scotland So was Robert Bruce his revenging powerful hand I wish thee Health Wealth and Renown Without any expectation of a Crown This Dedication which to your hands takes Scop Concerns a Shepherd from Will Scot of Langup Who 〈◊〉 a Prudent Wise and civil Gentleman As many that lives in this part of the Land. Who sprung from a worthy Stock of late Who was named Iohn Scot of Langup Who was the Son I very well knew Of Iohn Scot of Headshaw And Iohn Scot we all do ken Was Son to George Scot of Sinton And George Scot called How-coat VVas Son of Sintons youngest VVat And young VVat was VValters Son That was Laird of Sinton whence Hardin sprung And Walter he was George Son And George he was the Son of Iohn For Walter and William was two-Brether His Name was George that was their Father My memory is Lord keeper of my Treasure And great understanding gives true Iustice measure To good to bad to just and to unjust Invention and Remembrance waits the leasure Of memory and understanding most Hath wisdom sor her fellow and her guide Else Princes Peers and Commons stray aside For William Scot in our south part of Greeces I wish may ne're want such as Iasons Golden Fleeces Dedicated to the Worthy and well-accomplished Gentleman William Scot of Rae-burn THe Iustice Mercy and the Might I sing Of Heavens Iust Merciful Almighty King By whose fore-knowledge all things were elected Whose power hath all things made and all projected Whose Mercies flood hath quencht his Iustice Flame Who is shall be one and still the same Who in the Prime when all things first began Made all for Man and for Himself made Man Made not begotten or of humane Birth No Seir but God no Mother but the Earth Who ne're knew Child-hood or the Sucking-teat But at the first was made a Man compleat Whose inward Soul in God-like form did shine As Image of the Majesty Divine