THE TWA BROTHERS. An' oh! that hour, that hallow't hour, My fond heart will never forget; 131 Though drear is the dule I hae suffered sin syne, The parting time cam', an' the parting time past, An' awa' to anither an' far awa' land I gaed, an' though ither an' brichter maids I but thocht o' the sweet green bower by the Clyde, THE TWA BROTHERS. "OH! will ye gang to the schule, billie, To see whilk o' us maun fa'!" "I winna gang to the schule, billie, They warsled up, they warsled down, And there was a knife in Willie's pouch "O billie, lift me on your back; Tak me to yon wallie fair, And wash the blude frae aff my wound, HUNTER. He's liftet him up upon his back, And washed the blude frae aff his wound, "O billie, tak aff my Holland sark, And rive't frae gair to gair, And stap it in my bluidy wound, An' syne it will blude nae mair." He has ta'en aff his Holland sark, "O brother dear! tak me on your back, And dig a grave baith wide and deep, "When ye gang hame to our faither dear, Say ye left him at Carnwath schule, "And when ye gang hame to your sister fair, She'll speir for her brother John; Ye'll say ye left him at the White Loch, "When ye gang hame to my true love, But THE TWA BROTHERS. Sae Willie bas buried his brother dear And when the doleful task was done, Oh, heavy, heavy was his heart, But when he reached his faither's chair, "What blude is that upon your brow, "It's but the blude o' my gude grey steed, Oh, thy steed's blude was never so red, "Then it's the blude o' my dear brother; 66 Now, whatna death will ye dee, Willie; "Ye'll put me in an oarless boat, And I'll gae sail the sea." "And when will ye come hame, Willie; Dear Willie, come tell to me?" 133 "When the sun and mune dance on Carnwath Green, And that will never be !" He turned himsel' right round about, And his heart it burst in three. My ae best son is dead and gone, And my t'other ane I'll ne'er see!" This ballad refers to a tragical event in the noble family of Somerville, which is thus detailed in the "Memorie of the Somervilles :"-This year (1589), in the month of July, there fell out a sad accident, as a farther warning that God was displeased with the family. The Lord Somerville, having come from Cowthally early in the morning; in regard the weather was hot, he had ridden hard to be at the Drum by 10 o'clock, which having done he laid him down to rest. (Drum is about four miles south from Edinburgh, and was then in the possession of the Somervilles.) The servant with his horses; William, Master of Somerville, and John his brother, went with the horses to ane shott of land, called the Pretty Shott, directly opposite the front of the house, where there was some meadow ground for grazing the horses, and willows to shadow them from the heat. They had not long continued in this place when the Master of Somerville, after some little rest, awakening from his sleep, and finding the pistols that lay hard by him wet with dew, began to rub and dry them, when unhappily one of them went off the ratch. Being lying upon his knee, and the muzzle turned sideways, the ball struck his brother John directly in the head and killed him outright; so his sorrowful brother never had one word from him, albeit he begged it with many tears! The Master of Somerville, who thus accidentally occasioned his brother's death, in about three years after followed him to the tomb. He died at Cowthally in January, 1592, about the 27th year of his age, and was buried in the aisle of Carnwath; and with him perished all hope and expectation of the house of Cowthally. It was no less truly than prophetically spoken by a devout gentleman, William Inglis of Eastshiel, who was himself as well his predecessors great lovers and followers of the Lords Somerville-employed by them for the most part as their Bailie in the Barony of Carnwath ;-this good gentleman, as the corpse passed the outer gate of Cowthally, struck upon his breast, and cried out in the hearing of many, "This day the head is as clean taken off the house of Cowthally, as you would strike off the head of a sybba;" and indeed so it proved, for from that day all things went cross. WILLIE AND MAY MARGARET. WILLIE stands at his stable door, And clappin' at his steed, And lookin' owre his white fingers "Gie corn unto my horse, mother, For I maun gang to Margaret's bower "O stay at hame, my dear son Willie, WILLIE AND MAY MARGARET. "O though the nicht were never sae dark, "O gin ye gang to May Margaret Clyde's water's wide and deep enough- "The gude steed that I ride upon He mounted on his gude swift steed, But ere he cam' to Clyde's waters As he rode owre yon hie, hie hill, "O roarin' Clyde, ye roar owre loud, So he has swam the Clyde water, Oh, he's gane round and round about, But doors were steekit and windows barred, 135 |