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2i8 Ballads and Songs of Michigan
7 "This night is dark and very dark, By candle light I canna see. This night is dark and very dark And that no a nail gan right for mee."
8 Then up spak mettled Jack Hall, The luve a Tavidale ha' was he, "Shame fa' you and your trade baith
That canna beat a good fellow in his misteen."
9 Now a' the night the twal men rode An a' till they were a-wearie,
An* till they came ta tha strong prison Where their billie Archie did lie.
io "Are sleepin, O brother," dee said, "A-wakin or sleepin might I be, For the night, it is ma lyk&-wake night, And the morn, it is my day to dee."
ii Then up spak metded Jack Hall, The luve a Tavidale ha' was he, "Work ye within as we work without An a loose an a free man soon yell be."
12 "O haud thy tongue, now, Jack," he says, "An of your lalkund (?) let me be.
13 "For there's fifteen stone o' good Spanish iron, Locked round ma fair bo die;
Take ma servie (?) haim ta ma wife and bairn An a' good fellows that speers for me."
14 Wi' cutlass an' a' for hammer, They garr'd the bands gan mickle, Till they cam to the inner prison, Where their billie Archie he did lie.
15 "Now I've got my brither on my back. I dinna count him the weight o' a flea." Then up spak mettled Jack Hall,
"Ye may let some o' him lay on me."