The National Register.
London, England, 1811-01-27 00:00:00

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Ae stride or twa took the silly auld caries
An' a gude long stride •ook he :
" I stow thou be a feck auld carte,
Will ye shaw the way to me ?"
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sxoa. And he has Bane wi' the *Fly auhl carte,
' Adown by the green-wood side ;
rbh*/* *4 Light down, and gang, thou sod,
f— Far here ye canna ride."
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lie drew the reins o his bonnie gray steed* •i
,! An' lightly down he sprang: •
Of the comeliest scarlet was hisswareoai,'rus..
ars my., F hare the,gowden tassels hdt.s
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e has thrown aff his plaid, the silly auld carte,
off An' his bonnet fru 'boon his bree;
An' wha was it but the young Maxwell!
An' his gude brown sword drew he !
Thou killed my father, thou vile Soutleron
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An' ye killed my breth'ren three!
Whilk brake the heart o' my ae sister,
I lov'd as the light o' my ee !

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Draw out yere sword, thou vile South'ron ! 4
Red wat wi' blude o' my kin !
What sword it crapped the bonniest flower
E'er lifted its head to the sun !

There's ae sad stroke for my dear auld father!
There's twa for my, brethren three !
An' there's ane to thy heart, for my ae sister,
Wham 1 hoed as the light o' my ee!

Note, The noble strength of character in this Ballad is only
!tqualled by the following affecting story.
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In ifieliebellion of 1745, a party of Cumberland dragoons
was harrying through Nithsdale in search of Rebels. Hungry
and fatigued, they called at a lone widow's house and demanded
refreshment. Her son, a lad of sixteen, dressed them up
V Lang kale and butter," and the good woman brought new
milk, which she told them were all her stock ; one of the party
inquired, with seeming kindness, how she lived. " Indeed,
quoth she, the cow and the kale-yard, wi' God's blessing, is a'
my nailer." He arose, and with his sabre, killed the cow and
destroyed all the kale. The poor woman was thrown upon the
,world and died of a broken heart. The disconsolate youth, her

son, wandered away beyond the inquiry of friends or the search
of compassion. In the Continental war, when the British army
Bad gained a great and signal victory, the soldiers were making

merry with wine, and recounting their exploits, A dragoon
roared out, " I once starved a Scotch witch in Nithsdale—l killed
leer cow and destroyed her greens; but," added he, " she could

live for all that in her God, as she said !" 0 And don't you rue it,"
cried a young soldier, starting up, " don't you rue It !"—" Rue
what," said he, " rue aught like that!"—" Then, by my God," ,
: cried.the.yoath, unsheathing his sword, " that woman was my
aisolliec; draw, you villain, draw !" They fought, the youth
passed his sword twice through the dragoon's body, and while
he -turned h;nl over in the throes of death, exclaimed, " Nod
• *ow rawaSsk!igliyassob, siwuld .only have been punished by your
God fans ft
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Sir,! 13c,Inseplub ind Co. 1. Sivewright, Sole Surviving Part-
efethappytb announce the New Plan of the State Lottery,
to be drawn 15th February, 1811, will remove every objection
that has hitherto been stated. There are more Capital Prizes,
etch will now be of different Numbers, and there are none
-;lP.si 'thin 201. They trust their uncommon good fortune will
-4eirei attend their rriends the Publtc,_ having sold in this and last
year Al.O NI., six prizes or-t0;0001.; forty of 5001, up to 10,0001.;
. the *sr. 30,0001,; she last 25,0001. ; the only 40,0001.; and Bv/c-
-ut kldati 9t .1,00,:,54, and 1,000 rickets, which last produced
2T,T5:11.; and otters too great to enumerate, at their Old Offices,
87, Curnhill, 38, Haymarket, 11, Holborn.