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JOCK O THE SIDE.
" Full fifteen stane o' Spanish iron, They hae laid a' right sair on me;
Wi' locks and keys I am fast bound Into this dungeon mirk and drearie."
" Fear ye no that," quo' the Laird's Jock "A faint heart ne'er wan a fair ladie ;
Work thou within, we'll work without, And I'll be bound we set thee free."
The first strong dore that they came at, They loosed it without a key;
The next chain'd dore that they cam at, They gar'd it a.' in flinders &ee.
The pris'ner now, upo' his back,
The Laird's Jock's gotten up fu' hie;
And down the stair, him, irons and a', Wi' nae sma' speed and joy brings he.
Now, Jock, I wat," quo' Hobie Noble, " Part o' the weight ye may lay on me " I wat weel no ! " quo' the Laird's Jock, " I count him lighter than a flee."
Sae out at the gates they a' are gane, The pris'ner's set on horseback hie ;
And now wi' speed they've tane the gate, While ilk ane jokes fu' wantonlie.