Fray of Suport
Trad / Music Scocha / Arr. Scocha
The writer and traveller Henry Morton wrote in 1928 that the Border Ballads are as real as a sword dug up on a battlefield... "The night is alive with riders. For sheer savage realism, give me the Fray of Suport. I know of nothing like it in England". It is the cry of an enraged Borderwoman whose 'gear' (goods) have been plundered in the night. She rouses the reivers to pursuit. Each wild verse ends: "Fy lads shout af a' a' a' a' a' My gear's a' gane'. Sir Walter Scott described this as "by far the most uncouth and savage" of all the Border Ballads... Perfect material for Scocha!
Fray of Suport
Sleep'ry Sim o' the Lamb Hill
An Snorin Jock o' Suport Mill
Ye are baith het and fou
But ma wae na wakens you
Last night I saw a sorry sight
Nought left me but four and twenty ousen and kye My wee! ridden gelding and a white kye
But a toom byre and a wide
And twelve nogs on ilka side.
Chorus
Fy lads! shout A'A'A'A'A'
My gear's a gane A'A'A'A'A'
Lads we'll fang them in a net
I hae the fords o' Liddel set
The Dunkin and the Doorloup
The Willie ford and the Waterslack
The Black Rack and the trout dub of Liddel
There stands John Forster wi five men at his back
Wi' butt coat and a cap of steel
Boo! Ca' at them e'en Jock
That ford's sicker I wat well.
Chorus
Fy lads! shout A'A'A'A'A'
My gear's a ta'en A'A'A'A'A'
Ha! Boys I see a party appearing , wha's yon
Methinks its Captain Bewcastle and Jeptha's John
Coming down by the fowl steps o' Catlowdies Loan
They'lI make a sicker come which way they will
Come which way they will
Chorus
Ha! Lads shout A'A'A'AA'
My gear's a ta'en A'A'A'A'A'
Captain Musgrave and his band
Are comin doon by the Siller Strand
And the muckle toon bell o' Carlisle is rung
My gear was a weel won
Before it's carried our the border
Mony a man's gae down, mony a man's
Chorus
Fy Lads! shout A'A'A'AA'
My gear's gane A'A'A'A'A'
A'A'A'A'A' - A'A'A'A'A'
My gear's a gane A'A'A'A'A' - A'A'A'A'A'
My gear's a gane A'A'A'A'A'