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  • Les Hewett
    The Border Men . . . A poem from WW1 days from Berwick Sons of the Border. Where are they ? The South of Scotland s men. That bore the weight of Scotland s
    Message 1 of 1 , Oct 19, 2005
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      The Border Men . . .

       A poem from WW1 days from Berwick

       

      Sons of the Border. Where are they ?

      The South of Scotland’s men.

      That bore the weight of Scotland ’s wars –

      Stand they now as then ?

       

      Mosstrooper, Border reiver race,

      That plied the axe and spear.

      How often did their foeman learn

      The war-note, “Jethart’s here !”

       

      Not once, nor twice, by Coldstream’s ford

      No mean marauding band,

      But England ’s hosts have plashed through Tweed

      To gain the Northern strand.

       

      Tonight on Berwick’s ancient walls

      The fiery beacons glow,

      The borderers are up and armed

      Against as fierce a foe.

       

      From castle, cot and farm they come

      From silver Solway’s side,

      The yeoman from the farthest rhynns

      Of Galloway sae wide.

       

      As Gala, Ettrick, Teviot rush

      In spate to swell the Tweed ,

      So each old town sends out its sons

      In this country’s need.

       

      The Johnstone’s, Maxwells, Scotts and Kerrs,

      And every border Clan;

      The Douglas ’. Armstrongs, Elliots, Humes,

      Are out to their last man.

       

      Mid Britain ’s battled host they stand,

      In all the rut of war;

      The Borderers are at the front,

      The men to do and daur.

       

      J. R. Russell in “Border Standard,” Edinburg

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